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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
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  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, Game_of_Thrones_(TV),
      Halloween_Movies_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Stannis_Baratheon/Sansa_Stark, Shae/Sansa_Stark, Sansa_Stark/Gendry
      Waters, Sansa_Stark/Jon_"The_Smalljon"_Umber, Jaqen_H'ghar/Sansa_Stark,
      Jon_Snow/Sansa_Stark, Roose_Bolton/Sansa_Stark, Tyrion_Lannister/Sansa
      Stark, Gregor_Clegane/Sansa_Stark, Hizdahr_zo_Loraq/Sansa_Stark, Euron
      Greyjoy/Sansa_Stark, Sansa_Stark/Margaery_Tyrell, Tommen_Baratheon/Sansa
      Stark, Daario_Naharis/Sansa_Stark, Sansa_Stark/Edd_Tollett, Ramsay
      Bolton/Sansa_Stark, Oberyn_Martell/Sansa_Stark, Karl_Tanner/Sansa_Stark,
      Jaime_Lannister/Sansa_Stark, Petyr_Baelish/Sansa_Stark, Tormund
      Giantsbane/Sansa_Stark, Ellaria_Sand/Sansa_Stark, Renly_Baratheon/Sansa
      Stark, Crastor/Sansa_Stark, Sandor_Clegane/Sansa_Stark, Myrcella
      Baratheon/Sansa_Stark, Lothar_Frey/Sansa_Stark, Theon_Greyjoy/Sansa
      Stark, Tywin_Lannister/Sansa_Stark, Locke/Sansa_Stark, Lancel_Lannister/
      Sansa_Stark
  Character:
      Sansa_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      31_Days_Of_Halloween, Halloween_Challenge, it's_the_most_wonderful_time
      of_the_year, Buckle_up, Candy, Trick_or_Treating, Horror, Comedy, Fluff
      and_Smut, Candy_Bucket
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      Published: 2016-10-02 Updated: 2016-10-19 Chapters: 11/? Words: 20457
****** Werewolves, and Witches and Mummies! Oh my! ******
by Jennilynn411
Summary
     Guess what my little goblins and ghouls? It's October :D
     You know that means right? That means 31 days of Halloween fun! So
     get out your candy buckets and settle in for some spooky stories,
     silly stories and fluffy stories. It's time for the coven to
     reconvene.
Notes
     I own nothing Jon Snow!
***** Coraline *****
                                        
                                 Stannis/Sansa
 
                                        
       " T'ain't all bad, miss. Thou art alive. Thou art still living."
                                  ~Coraline~
 
 
 
“Nothing fits!” Sansa sighed dramatically as she failed to fit in yet another
dress. Stannis began picking up all the various articles of clothing strewn
about the room, she knew the place looked like a tornado hit but she didn’t
care, nothing fit.
“Sansa, it’s only a movie. You don’t need to dress up like you’re going to
black tie affair.”
“That’s easy for you to say, you always look so dashing while I look like a
disgusting blimp.” She felt his protective arms wrap around her as he placed a
hand on her enormous baby bump.
“You think I’m dashing?” She scoffed and elbowed him a little as he tightened
his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. “You are Sansa Baratheon,
my wife and you are carrying my son. You do not resemble a blimp.” She couldn’t
help but blush slightly at the compliment.
“Thank you for being so good to me and thank you for agreeing to go on this
double date.”
“Don’t thank me yet I don’t even know what movie we’re seeing.”
“Oh, we’re seeing Coraline. I think it’s a story about a little girl who finds
a hidden door that leads to a parallel world where not everything is as it
seems.”
“Well, as long as it doesn’t involve any dolls, you know how much I hate
dolls.”
 
Sansa held her tongue what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. Besides it was
better to ask forgiveness than permission right? Her friend Blue arrived with
Jaime not long after and both women quickly shooed Stannis out of the room so
they could choose an outfit that was at least halfway descent. They ended up
choosing a simple green dress that didn’t require spanx and an act of god to
slip into.
When the girls finally descended down the stairs Jaimie and Stannis were in a
heated debate over the upcoming rugby match, The Stormland Stags vs The Reach
Reavers. Sansa didn’t follow rugby preferring the raw violence of hockey
instead. She and Blue, rolled their eyes as they walked past, the boys so
engrossed in each other they didn’t even notice.
 
“Maybe we should have come down naked.” Blue whispered as they helped each
other slip into their coats.
“Naked? I’m thinking we’d need a marching band to get their attention.” Both
girls giggled as they stood waiting impatiently by the door.
Blue touched up her lip gloss in the mirror and scoffed, “well, we need to
think of something or we’ll miss the previews.”
“Oh my Gods, I think I just peed on myself!” Sansa stared in horror as urine
dripped down her leg and onto the floor. Stannis and Jaimie stopped speaking
and stared at her with a mixture of disgust and embarrassment.
“Well, it’s not the tactic I would have chosen but it got the job done.” Blue
said with a smirk before looking down at the small puddle collecting on the
floor. “Crone, guide us, that’s not piss Sansa, your water broke.”
“What? How?” Jaimie stood there sputtering in disbelief while Stannis stood
there looking like a deer trapped in headlights.
“What do you mean how? She’s having a baby Jaime! If you have any questions I’m
sure Stannis can draw you a picture. Stannis! Stop being useless and call
emergency services.”
“Don’t tell me what to do in my own home.”
“Stannis, please she’s a doctor. Let her help!”
“She’s not a real doctor she’s a veterinarian. She treats poodles not people!”
“Stannis!” Sansa screamed at him before he shifted away reluctantly.
 
Blue and Stannis helped her into bed as the power went out, thanks to the
raging storm outside. Sansa had never been so scared in all her life. Jaimie
tried to soothe her fears away but all she could think about was the
grandmother she never met dying in her birthing bed. Would that be her fate?
Would her baby be alright? She couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down her
face as she imagined all the ways this could end in disaster.
Jaime held her hand and fed her ice chips while Blue coached Stannis on how to
breath properly so he wouldn’t pass out. Everyone was trying so hard to be
supportive but it was all wrong. Where was Dr. Luwin, where was her mother? She
wanted her mother, she knew she couldn’t do this on her own. Stannis tried
calling her but every call went straight to voicemail.
It was all too much for Sansa, she didn’t want to have her baby in the same bed
he was conceived in. Her birth was supposed to be this wondrous event where she
would bring her son into the world surrounded by light and love. Instead she
was lying half naked in the dark, surrounded by her friends, in a pool of sweat
and whatever else was leaking out of her.
 
“Push!”
“I’m trying!”
“Try harder! Now push!”
“I can’t!”
“I can see the head! Come on sweetheart push for our son.”
“I can’t. I’m not strong enough.”
“PUSH!”
“FUCK YOU!”
 
Sansa screamed out in agony as she bore down using every last bit of strength
she had to push her son into the world. She cried again but this time they were
tears of joy as little screams pierced the air. She fell in love with her son,
her perfect little Steffon the minute he was placed in her arms. Stannis kissed
her forehead and she could feel his tears hitting the top of her head.
 
“Happy Halloween Stannis.”
“Happy Halloween Sansa.”
***** An American Werewolf in London *****
Chapter Notes
     I own nothing Jon Snow
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                        
                                        
                                   Jon/Sansa
                                        
                  “A naked American man stole my balloons.” 
 
 
She was in heat and it was a nightmare. All she wanted to do was strip out of
her clothes and fuck every man she met, terrifying her parents. It was only
yesterday that her father had to physically pull her off Sandor. Of course the
fact that her father had walked in on his baby girl sitting on a man’s face
while he ate her out only added to her embarrassment.
The lecture she endured for that lapse of judgement wasn’t one she’d forget
anytime soon. She was Sansa Stark of Winterfell; her bloodline was older than
Valyria. She was descended from the first wolves and she could not afford to
pollute the bloodline with some commoner. It was really a damn shame because
Sandor certainly knew what he was doing with that tongue.
Tonight was the night of the full moon and the night she would settle on a
mate. Of course her dating pool was rather small considering she was only
allowed to mate within the family. Her father seemed like an ideal choice but
she was afraid of the reaction she would get from her mother. Robb was dashing
if a bit dense, Edmure was sweet but lacked confidence and The Blackfish wasn’t
really interested in females at all.
Her only real options were her Uncle Benjen or her cousin Jon. She didn’t dare
mention Jon’s name around her mother for fear the woman would try to kill him
rather than letting her daughter mate with bastard. The whole thing was rather
silly, her father had brought home a pup from another wolf a common enough
occurrence and yet her mother blamed the pup rather than his sire.
Everyone assumed she’d be mating with Robb an assumption she did nothing to
deter. What had Petyr taught her? Always keep your foes confused? It was sound
advice from a man she later ate after he tried to shove his hand up her skirt
after class. She was hoping he’d taste like the Mockingbird he always pretended
to be but alas, he tasted like man.
Sansa finished getting ready and met her family downstairs for one final photo
before they all left. Jon was stuck taking the picture, again, a not so subtle
reminder he wasn’t really apart of the “family.” Everyone headed out to The
Winter Town Halloween Carnival, it was a family tradition. It was a time for
joy, a time for laughter and a time to eat as many deep fried foods on a stick
that one could find.
Last year she had found deep fried lemon cake and almost died of happiness. She
decided to ride with Robb and Jon, her older brother crammed himself in the
back so she could stretch out her long legs in front. It was rather sweet of
him and she hoped he wouldn’t be to disappointed she picked another wolf to
fuck over him.
Jon Snow smelled like the forest after it rained, he smelled like the earth and
she almost growled with pleasure as he helped buckle her seatbelt. Was it her
imagination or did his warm hands linger on her skin? No, it was too much to
hope for, she figured she’d need to be fully naked for him to notice her,
something that would definitely be occurring later if she had anything to say
about it.
The drive was surprisingly quiet until Jon turned on the radio and began
singing along with his favorite band, Happy Shitting. Normally she hated this
type of music preferring the upbeat pop vocals of The Sand Snakes instead. Yet,
here she was mesmerized by his lovely singing voice, when he looked into her
eyes at a stop light and sang out a particularly suggestive chorus, she had to
bite her bottom lip to keep from swooning in her seat. Robb was too busy
sexting some other girl to notice the exchange.
 
“Look, there it is!” Sansa could barely contain her excitement as she spotted
the glittering lights and display in the distance.
Jon only chuckled as he parked the car, “What do you want to do first?”
Rob punched the back of Jon’s seat with a laugh. “You’re being such a good
sport about driving us Jon, Sansa should really should find a way to thank you
later.” Her mind flashed with all the ways she’d love to show her cousin
gratitude.
Jon quickly hopped out of the car and opened her door like the true gentlemen
he was. “Can we stop by Old Nan’s bakery? She has the best lemon cakes around.”
“Of course, lead the way.” She let out a joyous squeal and latched onto his
arm, his well devolved, surprisingly muscular arm.
Robb began whining in protest, “But, I wanted to go on all the rides.”
“You can still go; Jon will keep me company until you get back.”
“Thanks sis!” He kissed her cheek and slapped her butt before running off. Was
it her imagination again or was Jon scowling?
 
Minutes later they were sitting at a picnic table while Sansa licked sticky,
lemon frosting off her fingers. Jon kept staring at her intently and she
couldn’t help exaggerating each lick. Oh, the things I can do with this tongue
Jon Snow.  It was almost as if he could read her mind because he suddenly
became very thirsty and chugged the rest of lemonade like it were his last.
 
“Sansa?” She turned and smiled as her two best friends approached.
“Oh my gods, what are you two doing here?” She gave them both a hug and turned
apologetically toward Jon when he stood up next to her and coughed. “I’m sorry,
Jon. This is Cupcake and her twin brother Hot Pie.”
“You’re twins?” Sansa elbowed her cousin harder than she intended because he
was unable to cover his grunt. Of course they didn’t look like twins, Cupcake
looked like a supermodel and Hot Pie less so.
“Yeah, I got all the brains and she got all the looks.” Hot Pie winked at his
sister as she rolled her eyes before flipping her flawless ombre hair over one
shoulder.
“Where’s Jaime?” Sansa looked around for Cupcake’s latest conquest but didn’t
see the golden Lannister anywhere in sight.
“Jaime? Jaime who? He’s old news, hadn’t you heard? I came here with Jorah.”
Cupcake waved at Jorah who was struggling to carry a tray overburdened with
food.
“I’ll go help.” Sansa felt her heart swell as she watched her cousin rush over
to help a stranger in need, before it dropped under the scrutinizing gaze of
her friends.
“Sansa?”
“Yes?”
“Why were you eye fucking your cousin?” Sansa let out a squeak and slapped
Cupcake playfully on the shoulder.
“I wasn’t.”
Hot pie sighed and placed an arm around her shoulder, “Honey, you were sucking
on your finger in a way that would make a whore blush.”
“What happened to Robb?” Cupcake wiggled her eyes suggestively before Sansa
shrugged.
“Robb? Robb who? He’s old news, hadn’t you heard? I came here with Jon.”
“Touché.
 
Sansa and Jon spent some more time gossiping with her friends and she could see
why her friend was so interested in Jorah, his voice was downright dreamy ad
she knew it wasn’t even her hormones talking. Jon quickly escorted her away
after she became too enraptured with a story Jorah was telling about some bitch
named Dany.
They waked around the carnival arms linked together until they ran into Robb
fucking some girl behind the corndog tent. Honestly Sansa was relieved but Jon
took offense and knocked Robb out cold with one punch. Her brother was still
fucking the corndog girl when he went down like a ton of bricks taking her with
him.
Jon took her hand as they fled to the parking lot for a quick getaway.
Unfortunately, they forgot Robb had the keys but Sansa only laughed and walked
toward the forest, Jon following close behind. She began reciting the rhyme Old
Nan loved to tell tourists.
 
“Keep to the road, Jon.”
“Stay clear of the woods, Sansa.”
“Beware the full moon.”
 
She pulled off her shirt and shrugged out of her pants while he stood there
drinking the sight of her in. He tore off his own clothes and as they began
circling each other, sniffing and measuring each other’s worth with their eyes.
His body was strong, muscular and riddled with scars. He was a warrior even
more honed in battle than Robb. She wondered if her own body pleased him as
well. Suddenly he pushed her back against a tree claiming her mouth like the
ravenous wolf he was forcing her to bite his lip to reestablish dominance.
He tore off her bra caressing her pert nipples before sliding her throng down
her legs with his teeth. She whined before sinking into the soft earth on all
fours submitting herself to him, the scent of her arousal hanging heavily in
the air. He lined himself up behind her and began thrusting wildly as they
changed.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
I am Lady. I am the Red Wolf.
You are Ghost. You are Silence.
I am yours and you are mine.
From this day until the end of our days.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Sansa woke up naked entangled in too many arms. She sat up and shrieked causing
Jon to jump up as well. They were covered in blood and there were at least
three dead bodies around them. She tried to remember what happened but it was
all a little fuzzy.
 
Jon picked up a limb, “I think this one is a Bolton.”
“How can you tell.” Sansa doubted the arm came with a toe tag.
“It says, Ramsay Bolton.” He tossed the arm over his shoulder and looked at the
other limbs. “This one says, If Lost Return To Ramsay Snow Bolton.”
“Myranda has a tattoo like that.”
“You mean Myranda hada tattoo like that.”
“Jon do you remember what happened?” She was curious to see how two civilians
wandered into wolf territory.
“Vaguely, these two were hunting some girl through the woods until they found
you marking our territory, the girl liked your pretty fur and tried to shoot
you.
“Oh. That’s right. That bitch tried to shoot me while I was peeing and you
saved my life by jumping her ass.”
“Yes, the guy kicked me but you jumped on his face and ripped it off.”
“Gods, he tasted good. After all the fucking we were doing I was famished.”
Sansa made a mental note to thoroughly floss when she got home. Jon placed a
hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes his face full of concern.
 
“Sansa, why did you choose to mate with me? I’m not a Stark.”
“You are to me.”
 
He embraced her before piling up all the body parts while Sansa fished out a
phone and made arrangements with Cupcake to come pick them up with some fresh
clothes and Hot Pie for disposal.
 
“You can’t invite civilians here!”
“Relax Jon, two dead bodies are nothing to worry about. Hot Pie has disposed of
much bigger messes than this, trust me. Plus nothing really shocks Cupcake, she
used to date a Lannister for crying out loud.”
“Where did you say you met those twins?
“I didn’t.” Sansa kissed him on the lips, “let’s just say the twins have a very
particular skill set.”
 
An hour later Sansa was showered, dressed and making plans to have brunch with
the twins later that week. Now all she had to do was inform her parents she had
chosen Jon Snow as her mate.
 
How bad could it be?
Chapter End Notes
     Today I'll be posting a short based on Poltergeist
     The first person to correctly guess the pairing wins their very own
     spooooky cameo :D
     Hint: Unlucky in love
     Hint 2: Don't Fear the Reaper
     Hint 3: Farewell Kiss
     Hint 4: Gentlemen Prefer Blondes
     We have a winner! It was Myrcella! Firedew was today's champion :D
***** Poltergeist *****
Chapter Notes
     I own nothing Jon Snow
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                        
                                        
                                Myrcella/Sansa
                                        
    “There is no death. There is only a transition to a different sphere of
                                consciousness.”
 
 
 
From the Files of Detective Teyla Firedew-Clegane of The Kings Landing Police
Department:
 
 
October_1,_2014
 
At 3:30 AM The Psychic Medium known as Snow White called and left a message
from “Some dead Princess beyond the grave.”
“I will hurt them for this. They think they are safe and happy but their joy
will turn to ashes in their mouths and you will know the debt’s been paid.”
 
A chilling call to receive on the anniversary of Myrcella Baratheon’s
disappearance. Sansa Stark stopped by to see if we have any new leads on the
case. She was the last one to see Myrcella alive and carries tremendous guilt
about it. The girls were only eight years old at the time, best friends since
birth and closer than sisters. I wish I could do more but the case has gone
cold.  
 
 
October_10th,_2014
 
At 3:30 AM Sansa Stark called the police to report a possible break-in.
Officers found scratch marks and what appeared to be blonde hair and dried
blood stuck underneath the pane her bedroom window. A box covered in blue rose
petals was also found. The box contained a beaded friendship bracelet and a
bloodied, golden shroud.
After canvasing the area and verifying all windows and doors were properly
secured, officers advised Mrs. Stark to remain indoors and to call if there
were any more disturbances. The fingerprints and hair samples have been sent to
the lab for further testing.
 
Sansa is beside herself, I sat with her and tried to comfort her but everywhere
I look there are pictures of her and Myrcella happy and smiling and I am filled
with anger. Anger at the person responsible, guilt at not being able to do my
job properly and sorrow for the memory of a little girl trapped somewhere
between the living and the dead.
 
 
October_20th,_2014
 
At 3:30 AM Emergency Services were summoned to Casterly Rock after Jaimie
Lannister was involved in a table saw accident.
Mr. Lannister claimed the saw had been tampered with and reported that the last
person to visit him had been Sansa Stark. Miss Stark has denied any involvement
in the incident.
 
I spoke with Sansa, she claimed she and Jaime had argued about Myrcella. She is
sure he knows more than he is letting on about that day. I warned her to stay
away from the Lannister’s. I doubt she’ll listen, she never does.  
 
 
October_30th,_2014
 
At 3:30 AM Emergency Services were called again to Casterly Rock, after Tommen
Baratheon leapt out of his balcony window. He was found dead on the pavement,
clutching a bloodied childhood picture of Sansa and Myrcella.
Before his death he called and left a message on Sansa’s phone that simply
said, “I’m sorry, I never said anything. It wasn’t your fault. I’m so sorry.”
 
Sansa claims the phone call is proof the Lannister’s covered something up and
the guilt destroyed Tommen. I believe she may be onto something but I lack
sufficient proof to go ahead with the investigation.
 
October_31st,_2014
 
At 3:30 AM Naerys Laboratories called with the DNA evidence from the mystery
box left at Sansa Stark’s apartment.   
The golden, bloodied shroud is a match for Myrcella Lannister, not Myrcella
Baratheon. She is not a Baratheon leaving more questions than answers.
The Case of Myrcella Baratheon has changed from a cold case to an active one.
 
Who left the box for Sansa? Was it Sansa herself or was it the killer? Why now?
Why 3:30 AM?
 
 
October_1st,_2015
 
At 3:30 AM I received a call from the same psychic as last year. The Princess
from beyond the grave had another message.
“The Targaryen’s aren’t the only ones who rain down fire and blood.”
 
Well that was Cryptic. Sansa visited again asking if there were any new leads
on the case. There have been no new leads and the case has yet again gone cold.
I can see the frustration in her face it’s the same look I see every time I
look in the mirror myself.
 
 
October_10th,_2015
 
At 3:30 AM Emergency services were called to the Lannister Estate after Tywin
Lannister was found murdered on his toilet.
He has been burned alive in a controlled fire. The matter is currently under
investigation.
Mr. Lannister was last seen arguing with Sansa Stark outside his office.
Witnesses reported seeing him strike Mrs. Stark before his security detail
intervened.
 
I spoke with Sansa and she confirmed they were arguing about Myrcella. She
refused to say what words were exchanged only saying his reaction was
ungentlemanly. She has a solid alibi but I still advised her not to leave town.
 
 
October_20th,_2015
 
At 3:30 AM An anonymous call was placed after Cersei Lannister was found
wandering around a neighboring estate, naked, covered in her own feces and
crying.
Her head had been shaved and she was ringing a little bell screaming “shame.”
When officers questioned her she claimed she was performing her walk of
atonement for the sins she committed against the gods.
Mrs. Lannister was booked into the Qyburn Psychiatric Institute for
observation.
 
I spotted Sansa Stark, parked down the street in an unmarked car. She was
dressed in all black and carrying a pair of binoculars. She claimed she was
only star gazing but I have a feeling she was waiting for something to happen.
If I find out she drugged Cersei I will arrest her ass.
 
 
October_30th,_2015
 
At 3:30 AM Police were called to Casterly Rock after Tyrion Lannister
discovered the human remains of a child, buried in the rose garden.
Along with the child the remains of several dead and dismembered animals were
also found. Officers believed they were looking at the makings of a serial
killer.
Joffrey Baratheon became quite agitated after being questioned by law
enforcement and fled the scene in an unattended police cruiser. He was run off
the road by none other than Sansa Stark who claimed she just happened to be in
the neighborhood.
 
Sansa and I both believe the body belongs to Myrcella. I held her at the
precinct while she sobbed, she said she could always feel her friend’s presence
guiding and protecting her. She said she could even see her sometimes out of
the corner of her eye. I told her that true friendships don’t end in death they
last for an eternity.
 
 
October_31st,_2015
 
Joffrey Baratheon was arraigned today. He pleaded not guilty to grand theft
auto before loudly proclaiming before the court that Sansa Stark had murdered
his sister before burying her in his family’s rose garden.
 
Quite the accomplishment for an eight-year-old little girl sporting braces and
a broken arm.
 
After his announcement Joffrey choked to death in front of a packed courtroom.
He gagged, sputtered, cawed at his throat and then he died. An autopsy is
currently underway.
 
I watched him die before my eyes and in the corner of my eye I could see the
ghost of Myrcella Baratheon wrapping her hands around his throat, squeezing the
life right out of him. When I blinked she was gone and he was dead. Is this
what Sansa has been seeing her whole life?
 
 
October_1st,_2016
 
Joffrey Baratheon strangled his little sister when she was only eight years
old. She took offence to him killing Tommen’s new kitten and he killed her for
it. Tommen who witnessed the whole thing and ran and told his mother who
slapped him to keep him quiet. She asked Jaimie to dig a trench in the garden
and then she buried her own daughter at 3:33 AM.
 
The case has been officially closed.
 
Sansa came by today and thanked me for all my help. As she was about to leave
and we both saw the ghost of Myrcella Baratheon at the window looking at us, a
soft smile on her lips. She wasn’t a child anymore but a woman grown. My heart
ached for everything that could have been. Sansa told her it was time to walk
into the light and we both cried tears of joy as she did.
 
 
Be at peace sweet girl may the angels guide you home.
Chapter End Notes
     The next short will based on the film Fright Night
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwTUI8u_5Y8
     The first person to correctly guess the pairing wins their very own
     sexy cameo! Oh la la
     Hint: "Bear" with me
     We have a winner! It was Tormund :D everyone give a shout out to
     Queen Naerys! Long may she reign.
***** Fright Night *****
Chapter Notes
     I own nothing Jon Snow
     Sorry for the delay everybody! Expect double updates this weekend!
     *throws armfuls of candy toward readers*
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
                                 Tormund/Sansa
                                        
  “ You think if you live and we all die, you'll be able to get us out of your
                                    head?”
 
 
All rise for The Queen and King of Westeros: Queen Naerys of House Dracula. The
Unburnt Queen of the Andals, the Rhhoynar, and the First Vampire. Queen of
Mereen, Khaleesi of the Great Blood Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of
Children.
And her Husband King Jon of House Stargaryen. The White Wolf of The North,
Prince that was Promised, Azor Ahai reborn. Lord Commander of the Nights Watch,
Devoted servant of R’hllor and Father of Children.
 
She fell into a deep curtsy as The Queen and King glided past her in all their
regal splendor. They were followed closely by their loyal Gold Cloaks, Vampires
of renowned strength and cunning. The petite Queen sat upon the Iron Throne
with her husband standing to her right. To their enemies they were blood
thirsty and fearless, to their subjects they were beloved and to Sansa they
simply family.
 

“Lady Sansa of House Stark come forward please.”
 
The Kings voice rang out crystal clear and the crowds around her parted
allowing her a pathway to her salvation or to her doom. She kept her eyes
trained to the floor as she performed another deep curtsey.
 
“Lady Sansa you discovered a plot to destroy the crown, you risked your life to
save others and for that we thank you. We owe you a debt, request anything your
heart desires and if it is within our power we shall grant it.
“I thank your majesty for her kind words. The only thing my heart desires is
for Tormund Giantbane to be pardoned of his crimes.” Behind her the courtiers
became abuzz with hushed, angered whispers directed at her. They see me as a
traitor but I do not care. I am a Stark and I can be brave.
The Queen held up her hand silencing the court. “Tormund of the Giantbane has
committed many egregious crimes against this Kingdom. Why is it you wish him to
be pardoned?”
“Because I love him.” The court exploded with people shrieking ‘traitorous
whore” and worse. She was sure a few of the Septa’s had fainted and she winced
as her own cousin The King mouthed the words “seven hells”.
 
 
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Six_Months_Ago
 
Sansa was walking down the street when she ran into a brick wall, no, not a
brick wall, a man. A tall, muscular, broad shouldered, ginger haired man. She
felt like a fool staring at him but she couldn’t help it, he was rugged,
handsome and completely different from any one she’d ever met.
 
“Oi’ you alright?”  It was clear he wasn’t from around here and she found her
curiosity about him piqued.
“Yes, I’m fine thank you.”
“Well that’s good then. I’m afraid I’m new to the area and I’m not really sure
where I am.”
“Oh, I can help you out. Where were you trying to go?”
“Well I’d love to get in your pants but I’d settle for directions to the
nearest petrol station.”
Sansa raised an eyebrow, he was bold and she liked bold men. “The petrol
station is two blocks down and here is my number. I’m dying to see how you try
to get into my pants because frankly I’m not sure you could handle it.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that having red hair makes you lucky? It means you’ve
been kissed by fire.”
“Keep talking like that and maybe you’ll be the one who gets lucky.”
 
She turned the corner and walked away before he could respond with a smile on
her face and a slight bounce in her step. They made arrangements for him to
pick her up a little half past seven. The day couldn’t go fast enough for her,
and when the sun finally set she emerged from her silk lined coffin feeling
rather hungry and not necessarily for food.  
He was late but when he eyed her up and down hungrily she forgave him, that was
until someone started shooting up her place. Tormund tackled her to the floor
as glass exploded all around and she heard tires peeling away. He groaned as
she wiggled out from underneath him, she carefully turned him over before
gasping.
 
“You’re bleeding?”
“Aye, I’m bleeding lass.”
“That’s impossible. How could you be bleeding?”
“Because I’m human. Now are you going to help me or eat me? If you’re going to
eat me I’d rather you do it naked, I’d love to go out with a smile on my face.”
“Humans aren’t real. They’re a myth like giants, White walkers and Children of
the Forrest.”
“I hate to be the one to tell you this but you know nothing.”
 
She ripped off his shirt and licked his wounds savoring the drops of his blood
as they lingered on her tongue. He tasted like lemon cakes and Arbor Gold and
that made her panties wet. He let out a growl as her tongue left his wounds and
began winding down his defined abominable muscles.  
 
“Tell me.”
He hissed as she began working on his belt, “Tell you what?”
“Tell me why you were attacked in my home.” She grasped his penis and he shut
his eyes as she began stroking his shaft.
“I think it was The Frey’s.”
She stopped stroking. “Go on.”
“The Frey’s have made a pact with The White Walkers in exchange for
immprtality.
“Why would they do that?” She began slowing down enjoying his face as it looked
at her incredulously.
“Gods, girl, don’ fuckin stop!”
She stopped and placed her hand on his chin firmly. "You don't tell me what to
do little man. I am the Mistress of Pain and you are a guest in my dungeon."
She watched him swallow and his eyes darken with lust.
 “They want to take over Westeros and they need an army to do it.” She resumed
playing with his shaft feeling it grow in the palm of her hand. 
“I assume you have proof?”
“No, I killed one of ‘em before they could say anythin’.”
“Killing a vampire is punishable by death.”
“Valor Morghulis”  
 
He was so close and he had shielded her from danger so she decided to reward
him by kneeling before him, flicking out her tongue and teasing the head of
penis. She cupped his balls and began humming The Bear and The Maiden Fair as
he trembled before her. She may be on her knees but she held all the power and
it was intoxicating. When she relaxed her throat and took him fully in her
mouth his hips began bucking wildly before he ejaculated into her eager mouth.
He would pay for that later, she had a strict set of rules and he would abide
by each of them while he was here. 
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Three_Months_Ago
 
“Sansa look at this map what do you see?” Sansa slid onto Tormund’s lap wearing
nothing but a smile while she took the map from him.
“It’s a map of this neighborhood. What are all these red dots?” His hands slid
up her chest and he began nuzzling her breasts rubbing his scratchy beard over
her tender nipples until she slapped him, he couldn’t touch her until she said
he could. Rules, were rules. 
He rubbed his cheek and grinned, “those are missing vampires, I think the
Frey’s are building up an army and I think their base is next door.” His hands
slid toward her ass before she growled before he retreated.
“Don’t be ridiculous The Bolton’s live next door. Why would they align with the
Frey’s?”
“Haven’t you heard? Roose Bolton is now a married man.”
 
Sansa smiled at him sweetly before she slid off him and sat on a desk on the
opposite side of the room and opened her legs beckoning him forward. Tonight he
would feast on her and if the bulge in his pants was any indication he was
looking forward to it. 
 
===============================================================================
 
One_Week_Ago
 
“Here is the file on the Bolton-Frey conspiracy.” She slapped the file down on
Jon’s desk, her eye blackened and her arm in a sling.
“Honestly Sansa, why didn’t you just call? Why did you break into the Palace?”
“You took Tormund what was I supposed to do?”
“He’s a killer Sansa! He kidnapped and tortured vampires my very own subjects.”
“You mean, your would be assassins? For Gods sake Jon he helped save your
life!”
“He's a human."
"So?"
"He's not like us Sansa, he's different. It isn't natural."
"You know nothing Jon Stargaryen!"
"Listen, I’ve talked to Qyburn and we both think your suffering from something
called Meeren-Syndrome. It’s where victims fall in love with their captors.”
“He wasn’t holding me hostage Jon! If anything I kept him in bondage and he
loved every second of it! Who knew his safe word would be crow?
“Enough!” You’ll be presented to The Queen in a week I expect you to be on your
best behavior I will not have you upsetting my wife, is that clear?
“Crystal.”
 
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Now
 
Tormund was brought before The King and Queen, he looked gaunt as if he hadn’t
been fed in days and she silently raged.  
 
“Tormund of the Giantsbane you come before the court accused of the murder and
torture of vampires what have you to say for yourself?”
“I am guilty aye but I would do it again, no one threatens Sansa on my watch
and gets away with it.”
“Lady Sansa Stark has declared her love for you before the court. What have you
to say in that regard?
“I would gladly die for her and if that’s not love I don’t know what is.”
“Very well, will you kneel before the crown and pledge your loyalty?
“I do not kneel.”
“Then I sentence you to death.” Sansa screamed and ran toward Tormund before
the guards restrained her. The court erupted in protests most calling for his
head but some crying out for mercy as well. The Queen held up her hand once
more. “I sentence you to a mortal death only to be reborn as a vampire.”
 
Sansa wept tears of blood and ran to her beloved, he whispered words of comfort
before they were escorted to a separate room for his turning. They stripped out
of their clothes and made love for the first time. Not the wild passionate sex
she was used to but something deeper, something purer. She kissed him one last
time before sinking her fangs into his neck relishing his blood as it poured
out, staining her naked flesh. She bit her wrist as he lay dying, dripping it
into his mouth before closing it with another kiss. 
 
Death was only the beginning.
Chapter End Notes
     The next short will be based on Drag Me To Hell
     The first person to correctly guess the pairing wins an awesome
     cameo! Woot :D
     Hint: A wedding to die for
     Hint: Die, Die My Darling
     WE HAVE A WINNER!!! The answer was Hizdahr! Good job fat_joey :D
***** Drag Me To Hell *****
Chapter Notes
     I own nothing Jon Snow
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                                 Hizdahr/Sansa
                         “I beg you and you shame me?”
 
 
Sansa swallowed, her body trembling slightly as the cold steel of Daario’s gun
pressed firmly against her temple. Her cousin, Joey Stark, was bound and gagged
on the floor sending a murderous look toward Dany as she forced Hizdahr to sign
away all his shares to his father’s company making the Dragon Bitch the
wealthiest woman in Westeros.
 
Dany stood and handed the document over to her lawyer, “see, that wasn’t so bad
was it?”
“Why can’t you just leave us alone!” Sansa didn’t mean to scream but her nerves
were shot.
“My dear Sansa, I thought brides were supposed to be happy on their wedding
day. Cheer up it’s almost over and you two can finally enjoy that honeymoon
trip you planned. Only one thing left to do.” She watched in horror as Dany
pulled out a gun and shot Hizdahr in the chest.
Daario rushed to Dany’s side and shook her roughly by the shoulders, “Dany,
what have you done? You said you weren’t going to kill anybody!”
She shrugged him off, “I changed my mind. Let’s go before the Harpy’s get
here.”
“What about the girls?”
Sansa didn’t really hear them arguing as she cradled Hizdahr’s head in her lap,
his blood staining her white dress. She looked at her hands stained with blood
of her beloved, her husband, the father of her unborn child and screamed.
 
***
 
Dany and Daario stopped arguing as Sansa and Joey's eyes rolled in the back of
their heads. They each began speaking in an ancient language that seemed to
echo in the deepest recessives of her mind
 
We call upon the blood of my blood, The Great Other, The Knight King and Stark
of old.
We call upon you to give me justice.
We call upon you to right the great wrong that has befallen our family.
We call upon you to curse you Daenerys Targaryen to an endless winter with
horrors beyond mention.
 
Sansa’s eyes readjusted as she spat a mouthful of blood at Dany. She tried to
take a step back but the air chilled and Daario cursed as dropped his now
frozen gun. How did Sansa do that? Was it magic? Am I going mad?No, that was
her father and she was nothing like her father. He was a cruel, heartless and
vindictive man. He would have delighted in seeing Sansa cradling her dying
husband in a bloody gown. A sight she knew would give her nightmares.
This wasn’t personal, this was business pure and simple. Hizdahr was the leader
of the Harpy’s, she had to kill him. Perhaps it was cruel to do so in front of
Sansa but a leader must never hesitate to do what needs to be done to protect
her people. Perhaps she would thank her one day when all the bloodshed in the
streets dried up and children were no longer afraid to walk to school.
She and Daario fled the small room, her lawyer had disappeared as soon as she
fired her gun. All lawyers are rats and this one’s no different. The drive back
to the penthouse was quiet and there was a chill in the air that made her
uneasy. She turned on the heater but it wouldn’t work, she banged on it a
couple of times before giving up in a huff.
 
The doorman held open the door and as she passed, only it didn’t look the
doorman he looked like Hizdahr bleeding from his chest, he grabbed her hand
with his icy hands. “Winter is coming for you Daenerys Stormborn.”
She yelped in surprise and wrenched her arm away from him, “what did you say?
What did you fucking say to me?”
Daario placed a hand on her shoulder and looked at her curiously, “he said
welcome home. Why what did you think he said?
She looked at the doorman who was indeed the doorman and not the ghost of the
man she killed before shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I need some sleep.” She
walked away trying to calm the pounding in her chest.
 
Dany sunk into a hot bath determined to warm herself and to wash the blood off
her skin but as hard as she tried she could not get clean, she scrubbed her
hands until the skin started to peeled off and still she couldn’t being herself
to stop. The water had been cool a long time before Daario found her and
carried her to bed, calling for a Maester to treat her wounds.
All she needed was sleep, the Maester gave her a pill but instead of a
sleepless slumber she witnessed Sansa’s wedding. All the guests were so happy
until Dany set Ned Stark on fire and strangled Robb with her bare hands.
Everyone was screaming but all she could do was laugh, she woke up laughing and
that terrified her.
She didn’t kill Ned or Robb Stark, why would she dream such a thing? Those were
horrors her father committed, all she did was execute a guilty man. She was a
hero not a monster. Had Sansa actually managed to curse her somehow? No, that
seemed unlikely, she’d only tried to frighten her but a dragon is not easily
frightened.
Tyrion Lannister stopped by to deliver some paperwork but when she opened her
door all she could see was the face of an undead child staring at her with
unblinking blue eyes. She screamed and slammed the door forbidding anyone from
opening it. She needed help, she hadn’t worked this hard to watch her world
crumble before her eyes. Dany dialed Missandei and prayed she would answer it,
she needed her friend.
 
“Hello?”
“Missandei! I need you! I think I’m being haunted or I’ve been cursed or
something.”
“Cursed?”
“I keep seeing things that aren’t there, I’m cold all the time and one creature
told me winter was coming for me.”
Suddenly the voice of Missandei was replaced with that of Sansa Stark, “When
winter comes not even the dragons breath will warm you.” She threw the phone
against the wall and wrapped herself in a blanket and cried.
 
It had been three days of hell for Dany, she’d fired all her staff and set her
own dining room table on fire in a bid to get warm. Nothing helped, she saw ice
zombies reflected in her mirrors, her tv only showed her specials about frozen
wastelands and she still couldn’t get the blood off her hands.
When she could bear it no longer she cut off her own hand with an antique sword
trying to rid herself of Hizdahr’s blood she would have cut them both off if
Daario hadn’t intervened and had her committed. He was trying to protect her
but he couldn’t not when The Knight King was coming. She tried to warn everyone
he was coming for her but they didn’t listen, I should burn them all.
When the Knight King came for her he looked every inch the monster she thought
he would be. She cried and begged for mercy telling him that Hizdahr’s death
couldn’t be helped but he only smiled as he came closer giving her a kiss, the
kiss of the stranger, the kiss of death. His jagged teeth ripped into her lips
until she was choking on her own blood before he dragged her away screaming.
 
***
 
Sansa and Joey watched with satisfaction as their ancestor dragged The Dragon
Bitch away to the Lands of Always Winter. She was going to become a plaything
for creatures they could barely fathom. The Knight King kissed them each on
their heads before he patted both their small baby bumps he was interested in
the sons they carried, they knew there would be a cost and they held each
others hands for comfort each breathing a sigh of relief when he made it known
they could keep their sons. He had something greater in store for them. Stannis
called shortly after to tell them Hizdahr had made it out of his final surgery
and was expected to make a full recovery.
 
Sansa smiled, today had been a good day.
Chapter End Notes
     The next short will be based on The Cabin In The Woods
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsIilFNNmkY
     The first person to correctly guess the pairing will win an exciting
     cameo! Ooooh Ahhhhh
     Hint: Stag, Bear, Moose, Lion, Direwolf
     WE HAVE A WINNER!!! It was Locke! All these animals/houses have been
     hunted and we all know who's the best hunter of them all!
     Everyone give a round of applause to Zip001 for a game well played :D
***** The Cabin in the Woods *****
Chapter Notes
     I own nothing Jon Snow
     YEEEEESH am I bad at updating! Here I am making promises I couldn't
     keep...
     *hangs head in shame*
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                                  Locke/Sansa
                                        
  “Yeah, uh, I had to dismember that guy with a trowel. What have you been up
                                     to?”
                                        
 
 
“Previously on The Cabin in the Woods: The Tyrell family had an unexpected flat
forcing the posh family to seek shelter in our remote cabin overnight. What
they don’t realize is they’ve stepped out of the safety of their own world and
into their own personal hell.
Fat Mace went first; poor man couldn’t outrun the Bolton’s Bastards. Let’s
watch his demise on replay shall we?  Oooooooh I don’t think anyone of us will
be forgetting the sound of him being strangled to death with his own intestine
anytime soon!  
Who’s next? Will it be Granny Rose, Margaery the Minx or Pretty Boy? Place your
bets folks, place your bets.”
 
Remember to always drink your Naerys Tea, this is The Mockingbird signing off.”
 
 
 
“And cut!” As soon as the magic words were spoken the crew began scrambling
like mad setting up the next scene. Alayne, sighed as her father was fawned
over by a couple of teenage girls from makeup. They loved that he was the host
of the hottest show in town but would they love him if they knew what he did at
night, to her?
“Gods, look at them arguing in there.” Petyr had waved off the girls to come
and stand above her, pointing toward the monitor where Margaery and Loras were
currently throwing dishes and screaming at one another. “This will certainly
give the ratings a boost.”
His hand slid carefully under her shirt brushing his fingers across her lacy
bra. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t already explored every inch of her body, still
she frowned. “Father—
“Please, call me Petyr.” He pushed his hand under her bra and squeezed her
nipples painfully causing her to whimper slightly in pain.
“Am I interrupting something?” He ripped his hand away as Zip, walked up
carrying something that looked a pepper mill.
“No, I was just helping Alayne with—
“What a breast exam? Really Petyr isn’t there something else you could be doing
right now besides harassing your fake daughter?”
“I wasn’t harassing anyone, and she is my daughter.”
“If she’s your daughter than I’m a natural blonde. Alayne, the next time Little
Fucker speaks I want you to tase him. On second thought he might enjoy it too
much. Use pepper spray, that’s an order.”
“You can’t talk to me like that! I’m the host.”
Zip swung the pepper mill she was carrying like a club and smacked him in the
face breaking his nose. “Now you’re a bleeding host. Kindly get out of my sight
before I have security throw your creepy ass out.”
 
Petyr and Zip stood toe to toe glaring at each other, Alayne would never dream
of speaking to her fatherlike that but then again her father didn’t own the
network like Zip’s did. Her friend was the daughter of the most powerful man in
Westeros, a man who built his entire empire on the corpses of those who crossed
him. Zip was untouchable and it drove Petyr mad.
 
Alayne smiled and mouthed a “thank you” as her friend pulled out the schedule.
“Okay Alayne, we have your big reveal scheduled for the morning. Hair and
makeup will be at your door no later than seven.”
She bit her bottom lip and clasped her hands, “Zip, I’m nervous, what if the
audience doesn’t enjoy the reveal? What will happen to me if the ratings drop?
What will your father do if he finds out I’m a failure?”
Her friend looked at her with a face full of compassion, “oh my sweet summer
child, they will love you. Daddy loves you so much he adopted you didn’t he?
Now all we have to do is break the news to Little Fucker in front of millions
of people. I can’t wait to his face!”
 
Her friend ran off giggling leaving Alayne where she was shaking her head at
the improbability of it all. She spotted Locke across the way and made a
beeline toward his trailer. As one of the best hunters on the show he was
treated like royalty and his trailer was more comfortable than most of the
luxury suites she’d stayed in.
Locke wasn’t a good man; he wasn’t even a great man. He was an evil man who did
evil things, he raped, murdered, tortured, stalked, kidnapped and mutilated for
a living. And yet she was attracted to the brutal honesty of it all. In a life
where everyone wore a mask he didn’t need to, and that was more of a turn on
than anything Petyr had ever done.
Her panties were almost soaked before he slipped in behind her, his expert
hands making quick work of her outfit. His tongue caressed her nipples and she
shuddered, running her fingers through his soft brown locks. Suddenly the
trailer door opened and Zip came bounding inside before screaming and covering
up her eyes.
 
“Gods, Locke! Ever hear of putting a tie on the door?”
“You and I both know I’ve walked in on you and Jaime fucking more times than I
can count.” Zip made some type of audible protest whole Alayne hastily put her
clothes back on.
“What’s so important you had to fly in here like a bat out of hell?”
“Oh, we released Cersei from her cage and she ended up attacking Loras with a
carving knife!”
Locke kicked the side of the trailer, “mother fucker, I had my money on him to
win.”
Zip looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “you could still win, the shit’s still
alive. She ended up carving a seven pointed star into his forehead though.”    
Alayne grimaced, “that’s disgusting.”
“It was horrifying to watch; I can’t wait to review the instant replay! Also
Daddy is looking for us something about some paperwork that needs to be signed.
Sorry Locke you’ll have to play with your favorite lemon cake some other time!”
Zip tried pulling her toward the door before she stopped her to give something
to her lover. “Before I forget I have a present for you.” She smiled shyly at
Locke as she handed him a small envelope.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a picture of some big dumb bitch from who cares where and she’s waiting
for you in the bear pit.”
 
Locke said nothing before he swung her around like a rag doll, ripping off her
pants and fucking her hard and fast. Zip made gagging sounds before exiting the
trailer as Alayne screamed his name to the heavens. By the time she left, her
hair was a mess, she had dried cum on her thighs and a slight bow in her walk.
She was sure everyone knew why but thankfully they knew enough to avert their
eyes.
After the paperwork was signed she fell asleep in Locke’s empty trailer, he was
no doubt having fun with Brienne the Beauty, but that didn’t bother her. She
remembered the first time she watched him rape a girl, it was violent,
repulsive and yet she couldn’t look away. He’d made sweet love to her later in
a field of flowers, he was a different man with her. She was privy to a side of
him no one saw.
She remembered a time when rape and murder would have horrified her. That was a
long time ago, those memories belonged to a different girl from a different
life. Sansa Stark died so Alayne Stone could live, a woman born again in fire
and blood.
Her lover was free to sake his darker appetites wherever and whenever he wanted
as long as he treated her with a gentle hand. Let the world bathe in his evil
deeds, I have his love. They loved each other, it might be a dark, twisted,
violent, chaotic love but it was theirs all the same. She fell asleep on his
pillow dreaming of red haired children running happily through the woods. No
one was hunting them. No one was chasing them, they were safe.
 
“Alayne, wake up!” Zip shook her violently with a stupid grin on her beautiful
face. “Morning sunshine, you’re on the air soon so let’s get moving!”
Locke moaned and pulled Alayne in tighter against his chest. She looked at him
and smiled, he had come home last night after all. She’d have to watch the
clips of the bear match after the big reveal. Alayne kissed her dark prince and
hopped out of bed. Before she knew what hit her she was bathed, primped,
curled, and standing before no less than fifty cameras.
Margaery was crying beautifully, cradling her dead brother in her arms.
Apparently, sometime late last night Jaimie Lannister had snuck out of Zip’s
bed and choked the life out of the Tyrell heir. The phones had been ringing off
the hook ever since, the ratings had gone through the roof. A lot of people
were tuning in to see the destruction of the roses.
Olenna sat at the kitchen table silently drinking tea a butcher knife held
firmly in her bony grasp.“What do you people want! What is this place?”
Margaery was a broken woman screaming at the top of her lungs in vein and that
made her smile.
“Hello Margaery.”  Alayne walked carefully trough the door watching the color
drain out of the face of the only two remaining Tyrell’s.
“Sansa? What are you doing here?”
“You condemned me to hell I thought it only fitting to return the favor.”
Margaery looked utterly bewildered, “what are you talking about?”
Alayne brought forth an iron poker she had concealed behind her and swung it in
the air pointing it at Olenna. “You framed me for murder, gave me to a rapist
and then reaped the rewards.”
“It was grandmothers plan, I had no idea! Sansa please, if you were ever my
friend—
“Friend? Friend? Do you know who blabbed out my secret engagement? Loras, my
betrothed was fucking a whore and destroying the only chance I had at making a
clean escape.”
“So you killed him!” Margaery was distraught, an emotion Alayne knew well.
“No, I didn’t kill him Jaimie Lannister did. It was only fitting considering
you killed his son.”
Olenna scoffed, “I couldn’t let my girl marry a monster, you should be on your
knees thanking me for ridding the world of that disgusting creature.”
“You killed my tormentor yet gave me to another. The North remembers. You want
my thanks? Here it is.” Alayne swung the poker and made contact with Margaery’s
head with a sickening crack.
Olenna cried out and tried to lunge for her but Locke quickly restrained her.
The old woman sat crumpled and defeated, “I will destroy you for this!”
Alayne ignored the threat as she flicked a piece of Margaery’s brain matter off
her cheek. “Smile Olenna, the cameras are watching.”
 
 
 
 
Next week on The Cabin in the Woods: The Baelish family is having car troubles,
it’s a good thing they’ve taken refuge at Clegane’s Bed & Breakfast. What could
possibly go wrong?  
Be sure to place your bets and remember, you either live or you die in here,
there is no middle ground.
This is Alayne Martell signing off, reminding you to always drink Naerys Tea.
Until next time!
Chapter End Notes
     The next short I will be posting is based on Children of the Corn
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTmMiueFHb8
     The first person to correctly guess the pairing wins a super creepy
     cameo! Lucky you :D
     Hint: Five Bodies
     WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!!! It was Theon :D
     Stark children, 5 Greyjoy Brothers, 5 Oceans!!!!! You guys are
     getting really good about guessing :)
     A big shoutout to DarkStark for some superior guessing skills!!!
***** Children of the Corn *****
Chapter Notes
     I own nothing Jon Snow
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                                  Theon/Sansa
                                        
           “Question me not, Malachai! I act according to His will.”
 
 
Sansa and Arya clung to each other in the bunker Reek built for them. He had
covered them up with a blanket and shielded their trembling forms with his
body. They all held their breaths as Lady Stoneheart passed by looking, nay
hunting  them. Arya placed her chubby little hands over her ears and rocked
back and forth.
 
“Reek, you have to go and get help. Our knight is coming, I’ve seen her in my
dreams.”
“No, my lady. I mustn’t! She’ll know.”  He was shaking now and she placed her
smooth hand over his broken one.
“You must be brave or all will be lost.” Reek swallowed shakily before climbing
out of the bunker and ambling off. “Come on Arya, we have to buy him some
time.” Her sister nodded but said nothing, she never did.
 
                                        
                                        
                                      ***
 
Dark Stark, drove her ’67 Ford Mustang up the coast toward Winterfell. This
dark red beauty wasn’t the only thing she was bringing to meet the family, she
also had an adorable wolf pup curled up next to her on the seat, a present from
her new husband. Starks and wolves belong together. She was a little nervous
about what her father would say when she showed up unannounced with a ring on
her finger but that’s where the puppy came in.
 
Hey dad, want to hold my puppy? Remember when you were nervous that I would go
to Vegas with Joey and we’d gamble all our money away? Turns out you should
have been more worried about me running off to elope with your biggest business
rival!
 
Her father was going to be furious. There simply wasn’t a good way to tell him
that she was now married to the man he once tried to kill. Brandon Stark was
known for his temper and when it came to his daughters he was a living legend.
She wished her sister or Petyr were here with her but she was the one who
insisted on breaking the news herself.
 
“Seven Hells!” She slammed on her breaks and swerved her car to the right as a
boy walked calmly into the middle of the freeway. When she came to a stop she
looked behind her to see that he was still standing there. She rolled down the
window to yell at him.
“What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
The boy looked at her strangely, “My name is Reek it rhymes with freak.”
“Oh, Reek that’s a nice name? Please get off the road before someone has to
scrape off your remains with a shovel.”
“All men must die. Quickly now Lady Sansa needs you.”
Dark stared at him with an open mouth, “what the fuck did you just say?”
“Lady Sansa of House Stark. She sent me for you, hurry now before it’s too
late.” He ambled off the road and back toward an ominous looking corn field.
Suddenly her puppy wiggled out of the seat next to her and jumped through the
window chasing after him.
“Puppers wait! Get back here!” Dark, took off running after her puppy, a sick
sense of foreboding settling in her stomach.
 
She lost the strange Reek boy and her puppy in the corn field, she tried to
turn around but the corn seemed to block her path, it wouldn’t let her go back.
Every time she tried it would push her back. The sound of a little girl
screaming caught her attention and she went charging toward the sound. As she
cleared through a few rows of corn she saw a little girl being pinned down by a
man wearing a wolf mask.
Dark didn’t think twice before she tacked him into the dirt. They grappled in
the ground as he tried to strangle her. She got the upper hand when she bit his
arm and ripped off his mask. Only it wasn’t a mask at all, it was the head of a
wolf sown onto a human body. There’s no blood. God’s, why is there no blood? I
didn’t mean to kill him. A smaller dark haired girl she hadn’t seen jumped on
the back of the dead man and began stabbing his corpse with a vengeance a small
bloody knife held between two chubby hands.
 
“You killed the King of the North.” She looked down in horror at the face of
the little girl she helped save, she was looking at a ghost, a memory.
 
The girl looked exactly like Sansa did before she disappeared. Except she
hadn’t aged a day and her hair wasn’t red, it was the color of corn silk. The
smaller girl with a bloody smile looked up at her and she was the spitting
image of Arya.
 
“I don’t... I don’t understand.”
“No you wouldn’t would you, you’re an outsider.” Reek and her puppy came
strolling toward them. “The King is dead and Lady Stoneheart will be furious,
we need to keep moving.” He picked up Sansa and began jogging away.
“Wait!” Dark, wasn’t about to let this stranger walk off with two little girls
alone. She scooped up Puppers and ran after them. Nuzzling her face in the only
thing that made sense anymore.
 
They came upon a clearing in the midst of a field. Two little dolls wearing
skeleton masks were propped up on chairs with tea cups in their hands. Reek set
Sansa down and she smoothed the ruffles on one of the dresses.
 
“Sweetling, what is this? Who are you?”
“I’m Sansa Stark of Winterfell and this Arya.” She motioned toward her little
sister who stared at Dark, unblinking. “This is Reek, he’s our friend. He keeps
us safe from the monsters.”
“But, you can’t be Sansa. My cousin disappeared ten years ago, she’d be
seventeen now not seven. Are you her little sister perhaps? Did Catelynn have
more children?” She wouldn’t doubt it, Cat loved having babies.
At the mention of Cat, the smaller girl covered her ears and began rocking.
“Shhh, Arya it’s okay. I’ll keep you safe I promise.” Sansa kissed her sister’s
forehead, “we don’t say her name any more.”
“Why?” Dark had never been so confused in her life. The aunt she remembered was
warm and loving, her children would never be scared of her.
“Because she kills them. Every day she kills them, she hunts them down and kiss
them and makes me watch. Everyday she cries to her god to bring them back and
he answers her call for a terrible price. Arya doesn’t talk anymore.”
 
Dark stared at the dolls and reached a shaking hand toward one before
recoiling. They weren’t dolls at all they were bodies, human bodies. She put
her puppy down and sunk to her knees. How was this even possible? What black
magic could do something like this?
 
“Who are you?” Reek was looking at her with tired broken eyes. One hand placed
on Sansa’s shoulders, the other placed on Arya’s.
Dark looked at them and felt her heart break at the realization they had no
idea who she was. “I’m Dark, I'm their cousin. I used to baby sit Sansa and
Arya before—
Sansa shrugged, “I don’t remember. Every time we come back we remember less and
less of the before time. I think I liked lemon cakes but I don't remember, I
remember how she kills us though, I can remember that!” Sansa broke down and
turned toward Reek for comfort.
“The before time?”
Reek looked at her and patted Sansa on the back, “before we came here. Before
Lady Stoneheart, was chosen by the Lord of Light. Before the girls died a
thousand deaths.”
"What happened to Uncle Ned?"
"Who's Uncle Ned?" 
Before Dark, could respond Reek held up a hand to silence her.
“We’ve been here too long, she’s found us.”
 
Arya stood in front of Sansa and Reek holding her knife out in front of her
little body. Dark looked around for a weapon of some kind, she pushed one of
the bodies off the iron chair and picked it up. Arya looked over her shoulder
and gave her an odd little smile before turning back around. The corn stalks
began moving and a creature that crawled out of the seven hells came charging
out. It was her Aunt Cat, but it wasn't her Aunt Cat. 
This creature’s hair was white and brittle and she had deep claw marks in her
face. Her throat had been slashed and thick congealed blood was slowly gurgling
out. She looked at the corpse of the child on the ground and became enraged
scratching and pulling out fistfuls of whatever hair she had left. Arya stepped
toward her aggressively but she smacked the child sending her tumbling
backwards.  
 
“Mama no!” Sansa rushed toward her sister wiggling out of Reeks grasp. The
creature turned toward her attention toward Sansa, a crazed look in her eyes.
Reek only stood back wringing his hands and muttering things about his name. 
“Get away from them you bitch!” Dark swung the iron chair and nailed Lady
Stoneheart in the head. The creature crumpled in a ball. She rushed toward Arya
relieved that the little girl only appeared to be knocked out and not dead.
 
Dark screamed as Lady Stoneheart grabbed her leg pulling her down to the
ground. She tried kicking the bitch in the face but missed, the creature began
climbing up her body hissing and coughing up thick black globs of blood on her
clothes. Dark reached toward her pocket and pulled out her lighter, the one
Joey shoved in there to keep her from smoking.She scrolled her thumb over the
spark wheel and shoved the flame toward the woman who once baked her cookies
and drove her and her sister to soccer practice. Lady Stoneheart screeched and
let her go as her clothes caught on fire. Reek growled and stood up shoving
Sansa, safely behind him.
 
“Keep them safe, Lady Dark of House Stark. For you are dark and full of
terrors." 
 
With that he bull-rushed Lady Stoneheart knocking her into the cornfield and
setting it ablaze. Smoke filled the air and Dark pulled herself up grabbing
Arya and Sansa and running away from the flames, she was running toward the
exit, running toward freedom, running out of this hell. They made it out of the
field and crossed the empty highway before watching the whole field went up in
flames. She was peeling out when she spotted a man crawling toward them a wolf
pup tugging intently on his sleeve.
 
“Reek!”
 
She jumped out of the car and sprinted toward him, he was badly burned but she
shoved him in the backseat and sped toward the hospital. She didn’t know how
she was going to explain any of this but she had the girls and that’s what
mattered. Sansa, was in the back seat stroking Reeks hair and crying softly and
Dark hoped they were tears of joy.
 
Sansa and Arya’s names were later changed to Alayne and Nan Baelish. No one
outside the immediate family ever knew of the girl’s true identities. They were
raised in a house by the sea, far away from cornfields. The whereabouts of Ned,
Robb, Bran and Rickon are still unknown. Did they perish in the corn field or
did something far more sinister take them? Dark didn’t know, she wasn't sure
she wanted to know. 
 
Not all mysteries need to be solved.  
Chapter End Notes
     The next short will be based on Little Shop of Horrors
     https://youtu.be/jFENSU8CmZk
     The first person to correctly guess the pairing will receive a
     musical cameo! How sharp :D
     Hint: Everybody Loves Raymond, Full House, Arrested Development, The
     Simpsons
     Hint 2: "Bela Lugosi's Dead"
     Hint 3: Aloo, Banoffee, Homity, Rappie, Woolton
     WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!
     It was Lothar! A big shout out to SnowWhiteKnight :D
     The clues were hard I know! Hint 1: TV Shows that all star famous
     twins! Hint 2: A subtle reminded this character is dead Hint 3: The
     names of pies!!!
***** Little Shop of Horrors *****
Chapter Notes
     I own nothing Jon Snow
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                                 Lothar/Sansa
                                        
             "All I ever wanted was you and a sweet little house."
 
Lothar sat in his office eating a slice of pie while looking over the program
for tonight’s performance. He had been hired by The Vale Playhouse to direct
their newest production “Little Shop of Horrors.” This was to be his big break,
if he pulled this off The Frey name would be something people respected again,
rather than mocked.
He’d cast every role personally. He’d decided early to cast the popular stage
veteran Harrold Hardyng as the lead, a decision that had led him to nothing but
trouble. Most recently when he had to bail him out of jail for solicitation of
a prostitute, a male prostitute. It wasn’t all bad, the scandal alone had
caused a spike in ticket sales and tonight they estimated a full house.  
The real gem of tonight’s production didn’t have anything to do with Harry the
Arse, and everything to do with the debut of Sansa Stark. She was talented,
tenacious, beautiful and everything his production needed to be a successful
and it didn’t hurt that she was dynamite in the sack. She didn’t fuck him
because she loved him or even to get the role, she deserved star treatment on
her merits alone. The girl was simply attracted to power.
 
“Excuse me, Mr. Frey?” He looked up as Snow White, his stage manager poked her
head through the door.
“Yes?”
“Robb Stark, is here to see you.”
He sighed and nodded, “send him in.” Robb came inside his small office and
plopped into a chair like he was the King of the fucking North.
“What can I do for you Robb?”
“It’s Mr. Stark to you.” He bit back a sharp retort and reminded himself this
shit head was not only the brother of the girl he was fucking but an investor
as well. It wouldn’t do to antagonize him.
“My apologies Mr. Stark. How can I be of service?”  
“It’s about Sansa.” He nodded but said nothing, his father told him to always
keep a cool head about him, probably the only good thing that mother fucker
ever taught him. “I don’t think she’s right for the part.”
That caught his attention, he carefully leaned back and stared at him in
confusion. “I assure you, not only is your sister perfect for the role of
Audrey, she’s worked incredibly hard. She arrives early to the theatre and
leaves late at night, I couldn’t ask for anything more from a performer.”
 
Lothar, looked at Robb as the boy shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He sighed
and rubbed his hands over the very desk he’d fucked Sansa on less than hour
ago. Gods, she could pull the most incredible contortionist moves. I don’t
think there are names for some of the positions we’ve fucked in.
 
“I’ve watched some of the rehearsals and I’m afraid she’s not right for the
part. She doesn’t seem ready.”
“She’s never missed a cue, never missed a note and she knows the dialog
backwards and forwards. I’m sorry but as the director I must insist that she is
in fact ready.” He couldn’t believe Robb was pulling this shit on opening
night.
“I think Talisa would be a much better choice for tonight’s performance.”
“Who?”
 
Lothar, hollered for Snow White to bring Sansa immediately, this was an
emergency. Robb couldn’t wait to call Talisa and tell her the good news. The
poor idiot had no idea his sister was going to kill him as soon as she learned
what he was up to. He just hoped he would have front row seats to the biggest
fight since The Viper VS The Mountain.
Sansa burst through the door wearing nothing but a white negligee with a sheer
robe tied over it. Even though he knew it was part of her costume he couldn’t
help but visualize fucking her in front of her brother. She knew he was looking
and she even leaned over his desk pressing her cleavage into his face, licking
her lips. It took everything he had to not kiss that lipstick right off her
face.
His only saving grace was the head seamstress Dean, was currently attached to
the back of Sansa adjusting her costume with a mouthful of pins. Apparently
he’d interrupted a fitting. He had to hand it to the Supernatural loving
costumer, nothing seemed to deter her, not even a sudden location change.
 
“What the fucks going on?” Snow White came walking in stuffing her mouth full
of Sour Patch Kids. She offered Sansa one who took it eagerly. Was it his
imagination or did Snow White’s hair look a little more rumpled.
“Robb Stark is here.” Sansa folded her arms in front of her chest and raised an
eyebrow. “He doesn’t want you to perform tonight. He doesn’t think your ready,
apparently he wants someone named Talisa to perform in your stead.”
Snow White stated laughing and stuck her head out the door. “Hey Sandor come
here, you need to hear this.” Sandor Clegane a stage hand came in adjusting his
britches for some reason. “Robb wants to Lothar to fire Sansa opening night and
give her spot to Talisa.”
“Isn’t that the stripper he met in Vegas?” Everyone looked down at Dean who
merely shrugged at her own outburst and went about her business pinning up the
hemline.
Sandor barked a laugh and Snow shook her head but Sansa only stood there as
still as a statue, her hands clenched in tiny fists of rage. “Where is he?”
Gods, she’s beautiful when she’s was angry.
As if on cue Robb came bounding in the now cramped office dragging along a
woman he could only presume to be the Vegas whore herself. “What the fuck
Robb!” Sansa picked up a stapler and threw it at his head, he ducked, Talisa
did not.
“Sansa!” Robb scolded his sister while he checked Talisa for wounds, her eye
had already begun swelling shut, yet no one moved to get her any ice. “You
can’t hurt her she’s my wife!”
“Your wife? Your wife! You only met her last month! What do you mean she’s your
wife?” Sansa was sending death glares towards her brother and Snow began
passing out more boxes of candy fascinated by the drama unfolding before all
their eyes.
“Yes, she’s my wife and tonight she’s going to perform on stage so everyone can
see how wonderful she is.”
“The only stage she’s going to perform on is the one that features a pole!”
Sansa picked up a hole punch and chucked it at her brother who once again
ducked causing Talisa to get nailed in the side of the face with it.
“If you don’t knock it off I’ll be forced to press charges!” Robb looked at the
side of his wifes face and frowned, “are you okay bunny?” Lothar couldn't help
but scoff and Snow and Dean thought it was downright hilarious, 
“You listen to me Robb Stark, I am not giving up the role of a lifetime to some
two-bit whore you picked up in Vegas.”
“This company would go bankrupt without me!”
Sansa picked up a desk fan and chucked it at her brother, this time it nailed
him but also smacked Talisa in the nose causing it to bleed. “You, arrogant
piece of Direwolf shit! We don’t need your money and after tonight we’ll have
investors lined up eating out of the palms of our hands.”
“Why because you’re dressed like a whore?”
 
Everyone gasped and Dean lunged at Robb, only being restrained by Snow White.
It was one thing for him to insult his sister it was another thing to insult
one of Dean’s masterpieces. Lothar stood up and grabbed Robb by the collar of
his shirt and pulled him out the door. Sandor flung Talisa over his shoulder
like a sack of flour and both men deposited the newlyweds outside on their
asses.
 
Sansa glared at her brother and spoke with such a calm furry it made his heart
race a little. “When I dress like a whore it’s because it’s a costume and I am
an actress. When your wife dresses like a whore it’s because it’s her uniform
and she's needed on stage so sweaty old men can shove cash up her ass.  See the
difference?
 
With that final insult the theater company went back inside leaving a
furious Robb and sobbing Talia out in the cold. Lothar tried to reach for Sansa
and pull her in tightly but she slapped his hand away, she wasn’t in the mood
which was a shame because her little outburst had certainly fired up his blood.
 
The play had been a complete success and thanks to Sansa, both Tywin Lannister
and Stannis Baratheon became generous patrons of the arts. He’d lost his
leading lady to the competition but it’s like the old saying goes:
 
The show must go on.
Chapter End Notes
     The next short will be based on Jeepers Creepers
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akFUWf5xe6k
     The first person to come up with the correct pairing gets one creepy
     cameo :D
     Hint: Dis Pater, Mictlantecuhtli, Donn
     Hint 2: "Somebody's Watchin Me"
     WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!!
     It WAS Jaqen H'ghar :D
     That Faceless Man fathfully serves the god of death. (Lucky God
     amiright)
     Everyone give a big shout out to AgNO3!!!
***** Jeepers Creepers *****
Chapter Notes
     I own nothing Jon Snow
      
     Silver!!! Your cameo was far too short for my liking! I'm giving you
     an even bigger role tomorrow :D
     Ok ya'll tomorrow is a double post day so not only do I need your
     guesses but I'll need a little info upfront as well:
     Ready?
     Your top 3 GOT crushes, Your dream vacation: beach, woods, dessert
     etc, Would you rather be a thief or a spy?
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                                  Jaqen/Sansa
                                        
                “You've got something it likes... one of you.”
 
Sansa smiled as Jaqen’s arms wrapped tightly around her. She would know him
anywhere, his hugs, his smell, the sound of his heart beat. He may be a man of
many faces but he never really changed, not on the inside anyway. It was his
most endearing quality, that and his sexy accent. Well, he could also do this
one thing with his tongue that always left her begging for more. So maybe that
was his most enduring quality.   
 
“A woman is nervous; a man can feel her heart racing.” She melted into his
arms, his breath hot on her neck sent shivers through her body.
“I’ve waited so long for this moment. What if he finds me unworthy of his
gift?” He kissed her ear softly and she felt her tension melting away.
“Tonight the Many Faced God will awaken to feed. A woman has provided him with
what he demands. A woman will receive his gift.”
“Thank you for staying with me, I’m not sure I could do this alone.”
“A woman is foolish to doubt her own courage but a man would happily stand by a
beautiful woman’s side.” He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and kissed
her neck, “A man would happily make love to a woman until she is too busy
screaming his name to feel nervous.”
 
Suddenly the alarm went off overhead and Jaqen squeezed her hand. The Many
Faced God had begun to stir. He was as grotesque as he was beautiful. He was to
be feared and he was to be loved, emulated and worshipped. He was the father to
all and the father to none, but most importantly he was hungry.
 
“Time to check on the sacrifice.”
 
***
 
Cersei couldn’t believe her brother had gotten them into this mess. Sometimes
she wondered why the gods even bothered to give him a spine. It’s not like he
ever used it. Once again it was up to her to save their necks. She had to get
home to her babies, her precious little cubs. It wouldn’t do to leave them
alone with Joffrey for too long. No, it wouldn’t do at all.
They had were lying back to back on a cold cement floor, their hands and feet
had been zip tied. She struggled trying to reach his back pocket, she knew he
always kept a knife back there. She shifted her body around, wiggling her ass
against his back, if this were any other place and time she might actually be
turned on. How the fuck did this even happen? The last thing she remembered was
sitting at home drinking a nice glass of wine.
 
 
“Jaimie get up!” She hissed at her twin, how could he still be asleep at a time
like this she’d never know. “I said, get up!”
“Hmmm what?” He looked around groggily taking in their surroundings. “What
happened?”
“We’ve been kidnapped you idiot! Mark my words this is the Martell’s doing.”
“Why would the Martell’s kidnap us?”
She rolled her eyes at his stupidity, “for money. They’ve always been jealous
of our wealth and our prestige. They want a piece of it for themselves.”
“Cersei, we don’t have any money. Our company filed bankruptcy last month
remember?”
Her jaw dropped, “No I don’t remember that! Who authorized that. Was it Tyrion?
He’s always wanted to hurt the family.”
Jaimie sighed, “I think you were too busy getting drunk to pay attention.”
“How dare you!” He would pay for that, she wasn’t some alcoholic. She was
nothing like her vile little brother.
“Cersei please! We can argue later we have to get out of these restraints!”
She gritted her teeth, “what do you think I’ve been trying to do?”  
 
***
 
Sansa smiled as she watched Cersei and Jaimie bickering, it was almost too
easy. It must have been so frightening for them to wake up in a strange place
feeling powerless, completely at the mercy of someone else. It was only fair
after all, hadn’t she once been at their mercy? She was only going to show them
the same kindness they had shown her.
 
“Is a woman ready?”
“Hit the lights my love.”
 
Jaqen hit the lights as their guests were struggling out of their bindings.
Both froze and looked around with wide eyes taking in what they couldn’t see
before. A back and white room full of death and torn off faces. The fear was
evident as they took in their surroundings, she could smell their fear. Her god
would smell it too. it was Cersei who screamed first having finally noticed the
body hanging above them.
The corpse of Tywin Lannister had been suspended in the air with giant cables.
His head had been removed and shoved firmly on a spike with his mouth open and
his bloated tongue sticking out.
Sansa remembered when Joffrey forced her to look upon her own father’s head.
Oh, how she had cried and begged for mercy, but there was none to be found. A
lesson the Lannister twins would soon learn. She flipped a switch that opened
the only door and watched as Jaimie took his sisters hand guiding her quickly
outside, shielding her from the horrors above.
No one had taken Sansa’s hand when she was in trouble, no one had shielded her
from the horrors that surrounded her. The two needed to be split up, they were
stronger together and she couldn’t have that. She flipped the lights and
watched as the room darkened yet again, the door that led to the freedom shut
in their faces leaving them trapped.
 
She nodded toward Jaqen who picked up a microphone. “A man must stay so a woman
can leave.”
“I’m going to kill you for this, you and everyone you’ve ever loved!” Cersei
was trying to sound threatening but she only managed to sound like a frightened
child. She wasn't even sure what direction to tell at. She was just spinning in
circles. 
“A woman knows nothing of love but she will know of death. She will beg for it
before the end.” Sansa shifted uncomfortably, the mere idea that Jaqen was
threatening her mortal enemy was making her wet.
 
 
***
 
Cersei needed to get out of here she needed to get to her babies. Jaime tried
to hold her back when the door opened but she only slapped him across the face.
He was always making things difficult. If he was any kind of man he would make
it out of this hell hole on his own, she wouldn’t always be there to carry him
along.
 
“You can’t go it could be a trap!”
“Get the fuck off me Jaimie. I am getting out of here with or without you.” She
brandished the pocket knife and waved him off. “I’ll go! Please open the door,
Jaimie can stay here.”
“Cersei don’t go! We are a team, we are stronger together!”
“Get off me!”
 
The door opened and she shoved Jaime backwards before stepping through the
black void and into the unknown. She never looked back, Jaimie was always the
weakest one, it sickened her. She could here her brother pounding on the door
begging her to come back but she ignore his pathetic pleas. In the wilderness
it was the lioness who hunted while the man sat around doing nothing. She was a
predator not prey and someone would feel how sharp her claws really were.
 
 
***
 
Sansa moaned as Jaqen went down on her, licking, biting and sucking sending her
into an absolute frenzy. She climaxed to the sounds of Cersei screaming, she’d
found the corpse of Joffrey in the hallway. Shot, stabbed and decapitated, just
like Robb was. She hoped Cersei appreciated the lion head she’d sown onto his
corpse in place of his own. It seemed only fitting after all. Gods, she could
come again and again to those heart wrenching screams of despair.
Jaimie was pounding on the door until his hands bled, that wouldn’t do at all.
She needed him healthy and strong for what was to come. She signaled for Silver
 to come in with a tranquilizer dart gun. It was time for a little surgery, If
Bran couldn’t walk anymore why should he. It seemed only fair he share the same
fate of the boy he tried to murder. The North remembers after all.
 
“Hello Jaime. My name is Dr. Targaryen and you and I are going to spend a great
deal of time together. I hope you’re as excited as I am.”
 
Silver’s team hoisted him onto a table where they began prepping him for
surgery, Sansa was desperate to watch but she needed to check on Cersei, had
she found the exit yet or was she still weeping over precious prince? Oh, the
horrors she had yet to endure it was enough to make her wet all over again.
 
***
 
They’ve killed my boy, my precious boy.
 
He was the light of her life her angel. A child born out of love not necessity.
He was a true Lannister, strong, unafraid and daring. He wasn’t weak like her
other two gentle cubs. Joffrey was a natural born leader, a son any mother
would be proud of and they had taken him away from her.
 
I will burn them for this. I will burn them all.
 
She ran blindly toward the exit falling and scraping her knees once she exited.
Somehow she'd fallen into muddy brook. She had tripped over something, not
something, someone. She looked at the blond hair floating in the water and
screamed as she turned her daughter over. Her throat had been slashed to the
bone and her naked body dumped in the filthy water. Just like Catelyn. 
 
Cersei clawed at her face and screamed up at the sky before she was knocked
unconscious and dragged back inside.
 
***
 
“Gods, Jaqen more!”
“A woman is so wet.”
“Harder, faster!”  
 
Her lover was currently fucking her against a window. Their naked bodies were
currently smashed against the glass partially fogging it up with their breath.
With one final thrust he ejaculated into her before leaning back to catch his
breath. Tommen was staring at them wide eyed, too curious to look away from the
first pair of breasts he'd ever seen. He'd probably never even seen a porno.
Sansa winked at the sweet sixteen year old before he quickly looked away
blushing.
She and Jaqen quickly put on their clothes and slipped downstairs. It was time
for the finale.
 
Sansa walked toward Cersei smelling like sex and carrying a bottle of wine.
“Confess.” She poured it on Cersei’s face to wake the whore up. Cersei, gasped
and tried to move but she was strapped down to a table. “Confess.”
“You.” Cersei spat at her but Sansa just laughed and poured more wine over her
body.
“Confess your crimes Cersei Lannister. You have an audience anxious to hear
your confession.”  She waved her hand at Jaime who was staring at her in horror
as Silver sliced open his back. Sansa, also waved toward Tommon who stood in
the middle of the floor too stunned to move.
“You leave my son alone you bitch.”
“Confess.” Sansa poured more wine on her face. “You killed your husband because
it felt good, you fucked your own twin because it felt good and you butchered
my family because it felt good.” She poured the remainder of the wine on
Cersei’s face.
“Yes! Yes, I did it all and I would gladly do it again. Please just let my son
go I don’t care about myself only him.”
Sansa turned to look at a petrified Tommen. “You heard your mother she’d do
anything for you." She walked over to him and caressed his cheek. "I know my
mother would do anything for me if she were still alive, but, she’s not." She
Kissed him on the lips pressing her body into his. She moved his hand to cup
her breast. 
"Let go of him, you whore!"
Sansa released Tommen from the kiss. "Your mother killed everyone I love. The
Lannisters aren't the only ones who pay their debts." Tommen, collapsed before
her and she stepped over his corpse as Cersei screamed. 
"Tommen, No! You killed my babies."
"A woman killed her own children. Sansa Stark merely gave the boy the same wine
you gave to his father." 
 
 
 
Cersei wept as Sansa and Jaqen kissed passionately. She went down on him then,
 teasing and pleasuring him before their audience. Cersei couldn't keep her
eyes away and even Jaimie who was still conscious looked at the two lovers with
a sense of wonder mixed with horror. Her lover was so worked up it didn't take
long before she was swallowing his sperm. The sounds of Cersei's screams were
just as much of a turn on for him as they were for her. There was a fine line
between passion and pain and they crossed it often as long as it was someone
else's pain. 
Jaqen handed her a carving knife and she carefully used it to remove Tommen's
still beating heart. She prayed The Many Faced God would be pleased and she
carried the heart over to Cersei. Placing it on the woman's chest. It was
almost poetic really, that a mother would feel the last heart beats of a
child. 
 
“Kill me, please.” Cersei choked out in a broken whisper. “I’m ready to die.”
Jaqen “Kill you? A woman will not today. All men must die but first a woman
will serve."
"Cheer up Cersei, you've been chosen to bear witness to a god."
 
 
 
Cersei screamed and Jaime let out a loan moan as The Many Faced God appeared.
Sansa and Jaqen bowed their head before their lord, showing the respect he
deserved. He placed a cool hand upon her head and whispered his sacred blessing
in her ear. She was now immortal, she was to be the right hand of death and
Jaqen the left. She hugged her lover and he spun her around the room before
scooping her up. They paused to hear the sweet words their god spoke to his
sacrifice. 
 
“Shame.”
 
Cersei screamed.
 
“Shame.”
 
Cersei screamed again.
 
“Shame.”
 
Cersei screamed some more.
Chapter End Notes
     Tomorrows short will be based on Pet Cemetary
     The first person to correctly guess the pairing will get a
     spooktacular cameo! To be shared with Silver of course :D
     Hint: Corvus
     WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!!
     It was my favorite crow Edd!! A big shout out to Goldenandbeloved :D
     I know some of you already guessed BUT I wanted to give a lovely
     cameo to someone who hadn't had one yet ;)
     Y'all will get a big shoutout though WOOT WOOT
***** Pet Cemetery *****
Chapter Notes
     I own nothing Jon Snow
      
     Get ready for some more updates my little witches, goblins and
     ghouls!
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                                   Edd/Sansa
                                        
 The soil of a man's heart is stonier, Louis. A man grows what he can, and he
  tends it. 'Cause what you buy, is what you own. And what you own... always
                              comes home to you.
 
 
 
Edd was the first to receive the raven. Ironic since he hated birds, they were
always sitting around judging him and shitting all over the place. He was lucky
they never pecked his eyes out. He once had a cousin who was attacked by an
owl, it scratched his face up so badly he was missing an eye and they all
called him Winky.
He sighed and went to go find Jon. It was freezing outside, the castle was full
of goat fucking wildlings and his own brothers were primed for a revolt so
naturally he’d been promoted to errand boy. Not that he’d complain, he simply
loved walking outside freezing his balls off looking for their Lord Commander
who was probably sulking in front of nice warm fire in his nice warms furs.
 
He knocked on Jon’s door and entered before he summoned. The commander was
sulking in front of the fire with his large Direwolf napping peacefully next to
him. “Comfortable?”
Jon smirked at him and nodded. “What have you brought me?”
“A message from a raven. Not sure where it came from exactly.”
“Read it to me.”
“Yes, lord commander. It would be my pleasure. I live to serve.”
Jon rolled his eyes, “just read it.”
 
Lady Sansa has returned to Winterfell, sold to the Boltons by Lord Baelish
hisself. Do you not hear her screams all the way to the wall? Do you not feel
the anger of your father and brothers calling out to you for justice from
beyond the grave? You may have forgotten her but the North remembers.
 
Ghost woke up and nuzzled the parchment before letting out a pitiful whine. Jon
sat back in his chair and sighed, he looked like Jeor Mormont then, a man older
than his years. Edd looked down at the parchment and frowned. The Boltons liked
flaying people alive there was no telling what horrors the Stark girl was
enduring at the moment.
 
“Sansa left to Winterfell to become the future Queen.”
“What do you propose to do?”
“I want you to go to Winterfell and free my little sister.”
Edd stared at Jon and blinked, he can’t be serious.The look on Jon’s face said
he was deadly serious. “How do you propose I do that?”
“You're clever you’ll figure it out. You can take Silver with you and some
other spear wives. I’ll also allow Ghost to accompany you as well.”
“You want me to bring Wildlings to your ancestral home?”
“They prefer the term Free Folk.” Edd shrugged his shoulders and prepared to
leave before Jon stopped him. “If you can’t free her than I want you to kill
her. It would be seen as a kindness.”
He merely shrugged his shoulders in response, “I wonder if she’ll see it as a
kindness.”
 
                                      ***
 
Sansa stood in her room, in her prison. That bastard had taken everything from
her but he hadn’t taken her life, not yet anyway. She only prayed the raven had
reached Castle Black in time. Her maid Beloved, had promised to send word to
her brother, who knew Myranda would have such an agreeable little sister?
Something in her eyes mirrored Sansa’s own she knew they had both seen much.
 
She rushed the door as she heard the key turn in the lock. Beloved smiled as
she entered handing her a bundle of warm, thick winter clothing. “Here we are
m’lady. I’ll help you dress for our escape. We should have enough provisions to
last us to the wall.”
“Thank you Beloved.” Sansa quickly undressed and hissed as her companion
changed her bandages with clean wraps and ointments. “I never asked why you
agreed to help me.”
Beloved was silent for a while as she helped her into a thick woolen shift
working quickly and deftly. “Because I reckon you’re the Queen of The North now
and I’d rather be a friend of the Queen than the enemy of one.”
Sansa scoffed slightly, “I’m not the Queen of anything and what’s the real
reason?”
Beloved’s hands poised and she whispered softly. “I hate him.” Hate was
something she knew well, some days it was the only thing she had left.
 
Beloved, took her hand firmly in hers as they made their way toward the crypts.
Sansa lit the candle and placed it in the palm of the statue carved in the
image of her aunt. If anyone understood the plight of woman raped nd abused it
would be her. She and Beloved slit their palms, singing the old forgotten hymns
of The North. They smeared blood on their stomach’s and on Lyanna’s as well. A
tear slid down her stony cheek and they knew the bargain had been made.
They held hands as the ground shook below them before splitting open to reveal
a glowing chasm that filled them both with a mixture of envy and fear. They
heard some muffled growling before Lady and Grey Wind clawed their way out of
the ground. They looked as they did before they had been killed but their eyes
were different, instead of warmth they radiated a dangerous hunger.
 
“Lady!” She  threw her arms around her beautiful wolf, Lady did not respond
merely sniffing her hair faintly before letting out a low warning growl. Sansa
wiped the tears from her eyes,  “don’t you remember me?”
“M’lady I think you should get away from her!” Beloved’s voice came out shrilly
as she began backing away, Grey Wind’s hackles raised as he took a step toward
her companion.
“Grey Wind, no! I command you to leave her alone!” Sansa scolded her brothers
dead Direwolf and he huffed back in annoyance. “If you want fresh meat there is
plenty outside. Kill anything wearing Bolton armor.”
 
The wolves growled low before licking their chops and racing outside to the
surprised screams of men. She and Beloved exited to the crypts to the sight of
blood and chaos she felt her companion stiffen beside her as Myranda and Reek
stood blocking their path a furious expression on both their faces.
 
Myranda drew her bow and pointed it at Sansa, “I’m here to escort you back to
your room m’lady.” She looked at Beloved and grinned menacingly, “how
thoughtful my baby sister is here to accompany you as well. I’m sure Ramsay
would love to thank her in his own special way.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Sansa said defiantly, her wolves weren’t the
only ones with teeth. She thought she saw something white and moving in the
corner of her eye.
“Please, San… Sansaaa. Do… do what she says.” The white blur wasn’t her
imagination at all it was Ghost and he was slowly creeping up behind Myranda.
“Theon you’ve betrayed my family for the last time. I want you both to know I
will enjoy hearing your screams as you die.”
 
With that Ghost leapt onto Myranda’s back shoving her against an ice pick, it
pierced her skull and Sansa watched as her body twitched once before sliding
down the wall leaving a trail of blood behind her. Lady and Greywind had also
appeared with several bolts sticking out of them hungrily snapping at Theon. 
 
"Ho...how?"
“You should no best Theon, what is dead may never die." She stroked Ghosts soft
fur as he licked her fingers eyeing Lady and Grey Wind warily. "I want you to
run Theon, run as my brothers ran full of fear. Run! Ghost is coming for
you." Ghost bared his teeth and Theon took off running screaming for his master
while Lady and Grey Wind stood patiently by her and Beloved’s side.
 
                                      ***
 
Edd and Silver came stalking around the bend in time to see Ghost chase some
sort of urchin across the yard. A beautiful young maiden with hair kissed by
fire stood next to two direwolves who didn’t look at all natural. She turned
her head toward him and he swore he had never seen anything so beautiful in all
his life. If he died now he'd be a happy man indeed. So of course he didn't
because good things never happened to him, No, the girl launched herself into
his arms sobbing. I was always good at making girls cry.
A beautiful girl was hugging him. A beautiful, frightened girl was hugging him
and he didn’t know what to do. His mind went completely blank as he awkwardly
patted her back. People did that right? They patted each other on their backs?
Gods, it had been so long he wasn’t sure. He was sure this was against his vows
somehow but fuck it if Jon could have some wildling company why couldn't he? 
 
 
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” He felt her shrink back and he placed
himself carefully in front of her as he drew his sword to look into the eyes of
a dark haired boy with a twisted smile. “Here I come home from battle only to
find my wife in the arms of another man.”
“Ramsay fucking Snow. I’ve been looking forward to this.” Actually he hadn’t
been looking forward to this at all but since when did he get what he wanted?
“That’s Lord Bolton to you.”
“You can give a pile of shit a fancy title, it doesn’t change the fact that
it’s still a pile of shit.” Why did he never write down his insults? That was a
good one.
“I’m going to enjoy killing you.”
“Scarier men than you have threatened me boy and I’m still alive.”
Ramsay chuckled, “I don’t imagine there is anyone as scary as me.”
Edd lifted his sword and smirked. “You lack imagination.”
 
Ramsay swung at him but he was able to duck easily enough. He was able to bob,
weave and duck but as he felt himself tiring he couldn’t shake the feeling that
the bastard was merely toying with him. Of course he was, the shit was treating
him no better than life at this point. “Maester’s balls!” He grunted as Ramsay
sliced through his arm like butter causing his sword to drop. “Your nothing but
a pig fucking Bolton Bastard.” Ramsay glared at him before he was swarmed by
three massive wolves. Silver, dragged him away complaining about heavy he was.
I’m dying and here she is calling me fat!
 
                                      ***
 
Sansa felt foolish, she thought the man dressed in black was Jon at first
that's why she had clung to him. If Ghost was here that meant Jon was close but
she would worry about that later as she watched the ranger square off against
Ramsay with courage she had only read about in stories. He was like a true
Knight defending a lion from a monster and for a minute she watched her
favorite childish fantasies come to life.
Of course she had no intention of letting him die, the Boltons had taken too
much from her already. They wouldn’t take this brave man too. Ghost had already
silently returned, his muzzle stained with the blood of treacherous Kraken. She
signaled for her wolves to attack as soon as Ramsay sliced through the ranger’s
arm.
 
The wolves all looked at her expectantly after they pinned her husband down.
 “Make him suffer.” They howled and Ramsay pissed himself. It was a beautiful
sight. 
 
The wolves didn’t disappoint her, they never did. Lady bit Ransay’s jaw bone
wrenching it off with her massive jaws. Grey Wind bit his leg twisting it until
it splintered and protruded from the skin. Ghost split open his stomach ripping
and feasting on his intestines slowly. When she could stomach no more she
turned toward the member of the Nights Watch as his Wildling woman.   
 
***
She was watching him he could feel her piercing blue eyes on him.  “My
apologies Lady Sansa, My name’s Edd, well actually Eddison Tollet, or Dolorus
Edd if you’d prefer. This here’s Silver she and your brother are close.” Silver
slapped him in his bad arm and he winced.   
“Edd?”
“Yes, Edd will do just fine.”
“I am Lady Sansa of House Stark.”
“Jon will be happy to know you're alive and well. I;m sure he's looking forward
to seeing you again. I know if I had a sister as pretty as you, I’d be happy to
see her.”
She looked at him strangely. “Thank you Edd—
“Not that I’d be a sister fucker or that Jon is. He’s fucking this one.” He
pointed to Silver who punched his wound again, this time harder. “Ouch!" He
glared at the wildling bitch with a mean punch before continuing. "All I'm
saying is that you have a very pretty face and if you’d seen my sister you’d
know she looked more like a cross between a donkey in heat and a really ugly
bed beetle so I’m sure Jon would be delighted to see you again.”
 
 
Lady Sansa giggled and he’d guessed it had been a long time since anyone had
given her a reason to smile. It was such a beautiful sound he vowed to make her
laugh as often as possible. After every last Bolton man had been slayed or
surrendered he watched as two wolves crept back underground their coats coated
with the blood of the fallen. He had never seen anything like it, the last time
the dead had risen it had been the worst day of his life. Did Lady Sansa have
power over the dead? Could she force them back underground like she did the
wolves? 
They sent word to the Wall that the Bolton’s had fallen and once again the
Stark banners flew. Jon resigned from his command turning it over to Alliser
and left with the Wildlings to march toward Winterfell. Apparently he was tired
of all the whining, complaining and abstinence the Night Watch provided. He
wanted Silver and by the gods he was going to steal her away and he did.
Alliser let Edd go as well along with all the remaining brothers who were loyal
to Jon. It was fine by them.
A few months later Beloved ended up bagging herself a one handed Lannister who
was fleeing Kings Landing with his tale tucked between his legs. Not that he
blamed him they called her Cersei the Mad for a reason. With tales of dragons
and white walkers filling every inn and tavern he was thankful he could curl up
next to The Lady of Winterfell every night. There was gossip about it of course
but as long as there was a Stark in Winterfell no one really cared too much.
The other lords viewed her as used goods and Edd called them all idiots. 
 
Sansa once asked him if he found her scars ugly. He didn't mind her scars one
bit, he thought they made her look beautiful if anything he was the ugly one.
Hopefully their future children would look like her and not him and his family
of ugly cunts. Knowing his luck they'd look like Tollet's for sure.God's,
dammit. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     The next short will be based on The Loved Ones
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cb5BFm4qIow
     The first person to correctly guess the pairing wins a prom-tastic
     cameo! YAY!!!!!!
     Hint: Daddy Issues
     WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!
     It was Petyr! Just call him Daddy I hear he likes it ;)
     Great job Gingerpie :D
***** The Loved Ones *****
Chapter Notes
     I own nothing Jon Snow
      
     Ug! Sorry this is so late! Ever get one of those migraines that wipes
     you out completely?
     Blech :(
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                                  Petyr/Sansa
                                        
   “The trick is not to go too far. Just enough to break through the skull.”
 
 
 
Sansa had everything a girl could ask for but she wasn’t happy. She had money,
popularity, a loyal best friend and a gorgeous boyfriend.Ex-boyfriend,she
thought miserably as she watched Harry receive a blowjob from Myranda Royce
underneath the bleachers while his friends all looked on whooping and
hollering.
 
“Gods, is there anyone in school she hasn’t fucked yet?” Ginger remarked with a
sly smile, Sansa hadn’t even heard her cousin come up next to her. “I guess
after Marg ran away to be with Joff someone had to take up the mantle of being
the schools biggest whore.”
“It’s not just Myranda, Harry’s just as guilty.”
“True, they don’t call him Harry the Arse for nothing.”
Sansa looked at her cousin skeptically, “they call him that?”
Ginger smirked, “they will now.”
 
 
 
Ginger held her hand as they stepped into Petyr's luxury car. She sat down in a
huff and placed her head in her hands and screamed while her cousin began madly
texting texting anyone and everyone they knew. When the car pulled up to the
estate she refused to leave until her cousin bribed her with promises of
gourmet lemon cakes.
 
“Sweetling!” Petyr rose to greet her as she trudged through the door tossing
her book bag and shoes haphazardly to the side. “Something the matter?”
Ginger answered for her which was a blessing since she would only use the
colorful language that her mother detested. “Harry the Arse happened, we caught
that douche bag red handed, getting a blow job from that whore Myranda right
after school.”
Petyr frowned, “I see. I’ll take care of it.” Her cousin held her hand
triumphantly at the news. “Ginger, while you’re here the most interesting thing
happened last night. Security cameras caught Gendry climbing out of your
bedroom window.”
Ginger turned bright red, “Oh, really? That is interesting you see… well, we
were… studying? And I guess he fell asleep?”
“I see, how studious of you. Here is a key to the guest house, perhaps you two
could study in there? It would be scandalous for anyone to find footage of a
grown man climbing out the window of a teenage girl would it not?”
“Uncle Petyr, he’s only twenty-one.”
“And you are only sixteen. Take the key before I change my mind and pass along
that video to your father. It’s been ages since I’ve seen Edmure, perhaps we
could catch up.”
Ginger grabbed the keys before he could change his mind. “No, that’s okay! I’d
hate to bother him. I’m happy to study in the guest house with my tutor.” Sansa
chuckled as her cousin ran out the door like she was on fire.
 
When they were finally alone Petyr sat down on a comfortable chair and patted
his lap. Sansa obediently did as she was bid by climbing on top hand snuggling
against him. They had always been close, he understood her like no one else
except for perhaps Ginger. On her eleventh birthday he gave her backstage
passes to see her favorite singer Dany Stormborn and The Dragons while her
father had only given her some stupid doll he picked up at the mall.
That was the day she realized the universe had short changed her and given her
to the wrong father. Petyr listened to her, he cared about the things she cared
about and he took the time to get to know her. Her father on the other hand
pushed her to be with Joffrey a cruel boy who loved to hit and terrorize her.
Her father was never there for her but Petyr was, he was the daddy she turned
to in times of need.
 
“Tell me everything Sweetling.” Petyr murmured in her hair as he rubbed
soothing circles in her lower back. “Hold nothing back.”  
“Oh daddy, it was awful, she was sucking his cock and wouldn’t stop! He tried
to explain that this was some kind of big misunderstanding and I was
overreacting.” She shook her head angrily remembering every vivid detail, “he
had the nerve to tell me this while he was blowing his load in her mouth!”
“Shh, my my pet, shh. It’s going to be alright, you’ll see.” He cupped her chin
and looked deep into her eyes. “What do I do to those who hurt the ones I
love?”
She smiled at him, “you make them pay, daddy.”
“Yes, baby doll, I make them pay.”
 
She kissed him chastely on the lips doing her best to ignore the electricity
she always felt between them. It wouldn’t do to indulge in such fantasies with
her mother only a few feet away sleeping peacefully on the sofa. Petyr urged
her to stand before he made his way to the office only stopping dutifully to
cover his wife with a blanket as he passed by. Sansa wished she could find a
husband as loving as that one day. She'd happily take Petyr off her mothers
hands if need be, she didn't he would mind. 
Later that evening Sansa sat in front of her mirror with her eyes closed as her
mother hummed a lullaby and brushed her hair. These were the moments she loved
the most, when it could be just the two of them. Thank the gods, Petyr had
taken the initiative and shipped all her annoying siblings off to military
school as soon as he married her mother.Those ingrates could have had anything
they wanted but all they wanted to do was complain about their mother
remarrying so soon after her father’s death.
They actually had the audacity to refuse to call him daddy, prefering to call
him Little Fucker instead. They tried to make his life a living hell but no one
was as terrible as Arya. Her sister actually lit his designer suits on fire
which quickly caught the wardrobe on fire and then the master bedroom. Sansa
had been trapped upstairs and almost died of smoke inhalation by the time
Ginger broke down the door with Gendry and rescued her. Petyr had been
furious,that was the last time she saw her siblings. Good riddance.
 
She heard a knock on the door and rose to open it, smiling when she saw Petyr
on the other side looking rather dashing. He held out a corsage for her and
slipped it on while she giggled lightly and her mother took photos. She was
wearing a designer dress that Petyr had purchased for her and diamonds that
were on loan from The Sons of the Harpy Jewelers. She truly felt like a
princess from a storybook. 
Her eyes widened when she saw the decorations downstairs. Her entire home had
been turned into a miniature prom.There were Christmas lights strung
everywhere, balloons dancing along the ceiling and the furniture had been
cleared away revealing a lovely dance floor. The only thing missing was DJ
Hodor in the corner spinning his records.
 
“Daddy it’s beautiful. I love it!” She kissed him more firmly on the mouth than
she had in the past but he didn’t seem to mind, she licked her lips slightly he
tasted like mint.
“Would you like to say hello to our guest of honor?” She squealed in delight as
he took her by the hand and guided her into the living room where her ex was
bound to a chair.
“Harry?” Her ex blinked groggily at his surroundings his eyes going wide when
they landed on Sansa.
“Harry, you need to tell Sansa she looks nice. Women always enjoy a
compliment.” Petyr remarked firmly.
“Sansa?” He blinked slowly taking everything in. “Where… where am I?”
“You’re at the prom silly.” She giggled and made a few funny faces as her
mother took some more pictures. “Smile for the camera!” Harry did not comply he
would pay for that.
“Mrs. Baelish?” Her mother ignored Harry of course only taking a few more
pictures before sitting down on a chair and gnawing on a cloth napkin. Petyr
gently took it away from her and gave her a toddlers teething ring instead.
“She can’t hear you!” Sansa and Petyr remarked in unison together before
laughing..
Harry stared at them wide eyed while their mother began licking her hands like
tiny paws. “Gods, what’s wrong with her!”
“How dare you! Nothing is wrong with mother, in fact she’s never been better!”
Harry stared at her disbelievingly which only irritated her more. “Daddy, Harry
made fun of mother I think he should be punished for it.”
 
Petyr nodded and stood, grabbing a steak knife and a hammer off the table. He
carefully pulled off Harry’s shoe and sock before placing the tip of the blade
onto his foot and smirking before driving the blade through the foot with his
hammer. Harry screamed and Sansa rewarded her Daddy with a kiss, this time she
brushed his lower lip with her tongue. She could feel him rumble with pleasure
before her date interrupted him with his incessant chatter.    
 
“What did you do to her?” Harry was sobbing quietly as Petyr pulled the chair
out for her and she sat down placing her cloth napkin gently in her lap like a
proper lady.
“Daddy, this looks delicious.” He had arranged for all her favorite foods to be
placed on the table and she helped herself to some coconut glazed shrimp before
turning her attention back to her date. “Mother here, wasn’t very happy with
how close daddy and I became.”
Petyr sighed and took a sip of Arbor Gold, “Cat, found Sansa sunbathing naked
by the pool while I was massaging lotion into her thighs.”  
“Unlike my mother he actually cares about me getting skin cancer. If this was
Europe it would be no big deal.” Sansa huffed, as she took another bite of the
delicious shrimp. Petyr nodded in agreement.
“My wife threatened to leave me and take everything. She called me terrible
names that I do not care to repeat here in front of my daughter. I simply
couldn’t have that, not after I’d invested so much in her and her children.”
“He means me.” Sansa beamed at Petyr who took her hand gently in his rubbing
the back of her hand with his thumb. “Daddy, brought in Dr. Qyburn for a little
consultation.”
“Yes princess I did.” He kissed her hand while Harry looked on in disgust. “The
lobotomy cost a fortune but she’s been so much more manageable ever since.”
Sansa nodded in agreement and helped herself to a kale salad.
 
Dinner was magical, she and Petyr talked amiably while Harry sat in his chair
crying. It got so bad that Petyr was forced to cover her dates head with a
sack. When Sansa took a bite of the chocolate covered strawberries she started
making obscene noises. She didn’t really care if she sounded like a whore in
heat, the berries were positively sinful. She fed one to Petyr and blushed as
he licked the chocolate off her fingers sucking on her finger playfully.
 
“Petyr.”
“Please, call me daddy.”
“Daddy.”
 
Suddenly Petyr’s lips crashed into hers and his hands unzipped her dress
letting it fall casually to the floor. She ripped off Harry’s hood she wanted
him to watch her, to see everything he could never have. She wanted him to feel
what she felt when Myranda was sucking his dick, angry, disgusted and powerless
to stop it.
Petyr ate her out on the dining room floor with Harry looking on with a slack
jaw. She arched her back and moaned for her daddy while gripping the steak
knife protruding in her dates foot as she orgasmed. While she had read about
such things in Cosmo she had never experienced such bliss herself, she felt
warm, fuzzy and lightheaded, like she was floating on clouds. The fact that she
had twisted the knife deeper into Harry’s foot in her moment of passion was an
added bonus.
 
“Smile Sansa.” She looked up and giggled as her mother took another picture of
them post coitus. She’d almost forgotten she was there. “Naughty girl, did you
enjoy daddy licking your pussy?”
“Yes daddy, can we do that again?” She smiled shyly at him before he kissed her
lips, she could taste herself on him and knew she wanted more. 
“Of course sweetling, you know I could never deny you anything.”  
 
Somehow Harry broke out of his bonds and ripped the knife out of his bleeding
foot before slashing Petyr across the face, she watched in frozen horror as
blood poured down his face. Harry tried to limp away as she put a cloth napkin
against her daddy’s wound before chasing after the bastard with only one thing
on her mind. Retribution. She cornered him the hallway before she performed a
roundhouse kick knocking him flat on his back. She and Petyr dragged him back
to the chair and secured his hands tighter, it wasn't easy with him fighting
every step of the way.  
 
Once secured she dropped to her hands and kneed and crawled toward Harry her
breasts brushing against the floor. She slid up his legs and looking at him
with her head tilted to the side. “Harry, you let that filthy whore suck on
your dick today right in front of me, didn’t you?” She unzipped his pants with
her teeth and gently eased his penis out with her hand. “Did you like watching
daddy eat me out?” She could feel his hard dick twitch in her hand. “You did,
didn’t you. I bet you wished it was you licking my pussy and making me moan
didn't you?"
“Gods, yes! Your fucking twisted but i would still fuck you bloody right here
if you'd let me."
She looked at him with utter disgust, “Daddy, would you be so kind?” She jerked
her hand away as Petyr swung his hammer down on Harry’s now exposed and
hardened dick. They watched him scream in terror as blood and fluid sprayed
everywhere before he slumped over in his chair.
 
“You were wonderful sweetling.”
“Thank you daddy, you taught me everything I know.”
He chuckled in her ear and fondled her breast, “There is so much more I’d like
to teach you. Now smile for the camera.”
 
Harry the Arse was now without a penis, well not in the traditional sense
anyway. She and Petyr opened the cellar door and looked down to see four sets
of eyes blinking back up at her. There was Joffrey the boy who loved to beat
her and Margaery the girl that tried to shove her hands down Sansa’s underwear
at a slumber party. Their emaciated bodies were huddled together for warmth in
the corner.
She glared at Ramsay the bastard that tried to rape her after school last year
and Theon his friend who stood there and did nothing to stop it. Those two were
chained together against the wall growling at her like a couple of wild dogs.
She had enjoyed breaking them and she suspected Petyr did too.
 
“Dinner time my pets!”
 
She kicked Harry’s body down the shaft and watched as they all fought to tear
him bits. The darkness and isolation seemed to have driven them all mad and she
was a little surprised Joffrey was still alive. She supposed true monsters were
hard to kill. She felt someone poke her on her back and she turned to look at
Ginger who was currently dressed like a sexy firefighter.
 
“I found Aunt Cat wandering outside again.” She tugged her mother over and
Sansa shook her head and passed her to Petyr who took her upstairs to her room.
“Ginger, do you ever miss her?”
“Who?”
“My mother.”
“Gods, no. That woman used to call me Edmure’s little bastard. I was the shame
of the family remember? When I was five I told her I wanted to be a dancer and
she told me I was too young to be a stripper. No, I don’t miss her at all. This
one is much better, even if she does wander a bit. Now, if you’ll excuse me
there is a sexy fireman who needs me to check on his hose." She watched her
cousin walk away before shouting one last time over her shoulder, "Gendry found
you a date to the Prom! His name is Hot Pie, he's no looker but he loves
ballroom dancing.
 
Sansa smiled, she could work with that. She ran upstairs to tell her daddy the
good news. 
Chapter End Notes
     The next short will be based on The Invasion
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTEJ4M8Oepc
     The first person to correctly guess the pairing wins an out of this
     world cameo!
     Hint 1: Status: Alive
     Hint 2: Sympathy for the devil
     Hint 3: He only rescues maidens
     WE HAVE SOME WINNERS!!!!!
     It was Jaime that loveable child pushing twin with the great hair :)
     A big shout out to UKCat and SnowWhiteKnight! You ladies are awesome
     :D
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