Petyr Sansa, how original of me lol but yeah Petyr Sansa for the ship ask :)
We, people of culture and fine tastes, are always ready to talk about the best ship in the world!I have never EVER loved and shipped anything in my life as Petyr and Sansa. They’re both my favourite characters in the saga. And we all talked so much about how even if twisted and messed up, this pair works. They’re both grew up as disillusioned romantics, they’re both survivors of tragic events. Petyr is a dark character that has showed a glimplse of light only once: the snowcastle scene. And I don’t mean that he’s a good guy or he’s redeemable but I like to see that somewhere in his mind Petyr is still there. I like him ad the asshole he is but GRRM never wanted to show us one-sided villain. Littlefinger is what the world has made of him.And Sansa has some dark shadows in her, too. She’s a good positive character, but we know that she’s not pure. Because of what happened to her. What I think proves that pxs is such an interesting pair is that whatever ending you imagine for them? it works.Sansa kills Petyr? It worksSansa and Petyr both gets killed? WorksPetyr succeeds in his plan and Sansa sticks by his side? Works
They complete each other’s narratives, they’re an important part of each other’s narratives. If you think that Gatsby inspired GRRM for Baelish it’s clear that Baelish is a villain, but a tragic one. Again, I’m not excusing him for the shit he did, but he was a good person once. And now he’s a monster and he’s gone too far and Sansa is trapped in his schemes and all but she’s also willingly and actively working with him and she’s learning. She does enjoy him. It’s all in the books.The show..........you all know what I think about the show. But it has the merit that it made me discover the world of ASOIAF, and I liked what they did to PXS in earlier seasons. Aidan and Sophie have a great GREAT chemistry, even other actors from the got cast have said that. They steal the show for me.
Short answer: pxs is the best otp in the history of otps and ships nothing will ever top that, thats it.
God I love all the asks..but right now 6,7,8,9,10 & 11
6. lemoncake: favourite pxs headcanon
Probably that they’re absolute bitches together. They know all the gossip, all the affairs, all the money troubles, who’s been asking the maester for tansy tea, like everyones business is their business and they discuss it in private gleefully. Technically, this is all for strategic reasons and is important for their own scheming, but then it’s also stuff like
sansa: ‘jennalyn and anne are on bad terms since jennalyn told gwyn she thought annes latest gown gave her the figure of a hedge knight’
petyr: ‘good, we can use their fued to out advantage….but also jennalyn is right, that anne girls got shoulders twice as broad as her hips, we must know who made that hideous dress so we might never order you something from them’ and then they both laugh like ABSOLUTE bitches
7. mint: favourite pxs AU headcanon
fave modern headcanon is that they love fucking with people over the age gap (since it’s not really a deal in canon). Like, they’re out at a shop or a restaurant and friendly well meaning staff mistake petyr for her father and sansa plays along like “oh, yes, my father, of course” and then excuses herself and mid conversation with petyr, gives him a full on mouth on mouth pash in view of the the now HORRIFIED staff. Or maybe he’s irritated her on date night by saying that no, she has to keep stringing Harry along because without him the business merger wont go through, so in retaliation as their walking through the hotel lobby she loudly calls out “I TOLD YOU IF YOU WANTED YOUR TOES SUCKED YOU HAVE TO PAY EXTRA” and now everyones trying not to stare at the old man who has ~obviously~ just hired a prostitute and petyr’s just fuming like ‘i should never have told you brothel stories you’ve got far too many ideas now’.
8. chestnut: Sansa or Alayne?
UUURGGGGH I don’t know I DONT. I love Sansa and her brattiness and naivety and pretty princesses-ness , but then I love Alayne being slick and learning to manipulate and really coming into her own and of course the tangled nature of her relationship to Petyr. I love both?? I WANT BOTH???
9. moon door: what kind of ending would you like to see, for petyr and sansa, in the books?
Ok. The real goth lana del rey tragic romanticist bitch is going to jump out right now. I want them to scheme, reach so high together with their plans, then both tragically fall from grace together because they’ve entwined themselves too much, they killed sweetrobin and harry the heir, sansa was complicit, and then they die together. WHICH I DONT THINK WILL HAPPEN, ITS JUST HOW I FEEL. Like I want a tragic lady jane grey moment for sansa, she’s led to the sword, Petyr’s head is already in the basket, she saw it happen from the tower, life is not a song sweetling you may find out one day to your sorrow, fkning bury me *Lana Del Rey’s young and beautiful plays*
10. red keep: favourite pxs moment from the show?
That staircase walk
11. the eyrie: favourite pxs moment from the books?
THE WHOLE TWOW PREVIEW CHAPTER SNATCHED ME BALD, bitch it went so hard throughout, but when Sansa went and searched the entire gates of the moon for petyr? found him in the underground store rooms? had a private alone schemy chat with him about the seduction of their hapless target? He has a weakness for a pretty face, and whose face is prettier than yours? Charm him. Entrance him. Bewitch him? I don’t know how, she said miserably? Oh i think you do???
Made up fic title- Never again or comedy of errors :)
Thanks! (from this meme)
Reincarnation fic. It starts in prehistory, hunter-gatherer times. Sherlock always ends up dying right before they get together. And he dies in comedic ways, like slipping on a banana peel (Barbados, 1751) or a piano falling on his head (Vienna, 1890). And after every time, Cupid (who actually has to work for a living, these days, so gets a job at Scotland Yard just to keep a better eye on the one person marring his perfect record) vows never again. He goes a little crazy after the fake suicide because he knows he didn’t fail yet again, but damned if he can track down that one ruddy soul keeping him from his promotion. In the meantime, he puts in a request to his superiors for some assistance and gets Tom, the dullest saint in the canon, but at least he’s an architect and can pay half the rent. Of course nothing can ever go to plan; Tom meets Molly and, while it’s good that she’s not cavorting with some human who could actually take up the rest of this lifetime with a relationship, they’re actually good together and Tom turns out to be not much of a saint after all.
I don’t know where I’d go with the rest of it, but eventually they would get together and Cupid/ Anderson would go in front of the promotion board and be denied anyway because of budget cuts and downsizing due to increased automation. Everything is aps these days, anyway.
(actually, thinking about it, there might be a very old jlock fic with anderson as a cupid. i’m having a vague inkiling.)
If we’re talking published authors, my favourite is Anne Rice and I adore her Vampire Chronicles series. “Queen of the Damned” is probably my favourite of those books.
38. Do you reread your own stories?
On occasion, yeah. It’s harder to go back and reread my earliest stories since I feel that my writing style has evolved quite a bit, but it’s a motivating factor for why I’ve decided to revise my entire Unquestionable Love series. It deserves a face lift.
43. Would you ever write a sequel for [Unquestionable Love]?
Yes, I’d love to write another multi-chapter story! I have one in mind for the future. Between revising the Prequel, trying to continue prompts for the Untold Stories, and potentially starting any of the countless other SSHG stories I have gathering dust in my head, it’s just been too tough to fit that in. Hopefully it will get accomplished at some point!
Oh god Lil, I am.falling in love with your love story now... It's like I want to read your version of FIRST ILY story :)
Well, since you asked…So Mr Lil and I met in college. He was an art major and I was an art history major but we were both involved with the theater program as well (I was minoring in theater). He left after a year, transferred to a larger school about an hour away, but always came back during breaks (and always had a girlfriend or fiance, even). I instantly thought he was quite dishy and loved that he was taller than me - I'm 5’11”) when I did his hair for the first show I helped out with (I did hair and makeup). Ironically, it was Lillian Hellman’s The Little Foxes. When he graduated - three years later - he moved home and the first time I saw him was a cast party at my house for our production of Chicago. He had just found out that his fiance had cheated on him (the cow!) and he had broken off their engagement. We talked all night. It was magical! Corny as that sounds, it was. So, he doesn’t have my number and I didn’t know he was that interested (even though we had kissed) but I come home from work a couple of days later to find a note taped to my door: “I didn’t have you number, but I’d love to make you dinner. Call me.” How cute is that?
I honestly thought I was a ‘transition fling’, he had been a relationship (though long distance-ish) for like three years and was perfectly okay with this. Though I liked him… a lot, I really just wanted to have fun. He and I had a lot in common and were very compatable… physically (if you get my drift!).
I tell him early on - maybe our third date - about a nightmare ex of mine who claimed to be in love with me after knowing me a month. Gahhh… NOPE! I broke up with dude instantly but he sort of stalked me for a while. Unbeknownst to me, this scared the future Mr Lil quite badly. We’d been dating for about three months when a mutual friend of ours asks if he’s “Said IT” yet. I’m all NO!! And I hope he doesn’t… Ick! Love, not for me! She says that he’d told her that he’s in love with me and afraid to tell me. I tell her “Good. Fear is healthy!”Another month or so goes by and I’m at his apartment just about to fall asleep. He thinks I am, obviously, because he whispers, “I’m in love with you but if I tell you, you’ll leave me.”OUCH! That one was hard. But I tell myself it’s for the best. He doesn’t know that I know. We can keep things as they are: exclusive, but somewhat casual.
Ahh, that didn’t happen! Two weeks later, we’re lying in bed, talking and he wraps his arms and legs around me tightly. I laugh, saying “You know I don’t like to cuddle, you big ape!” and poke his in the ribs to try and tickle him away. He doesn’t react, just says, “I love you, Lillian. I’m sorry but I couldn’t not tell you. Please don’t leave.”
Well, I can’t! He’s got me trapped!Then the strangest thing happened… I opened my mouth to make some smart comment about ‘needing to breathe’ but instead “I love you too” comes out. WHAT THE HELL?! We didn’t talk much after that… far too busy with adult activities. I fall asleep ‘after’ and wake up a couple hours later, sweaty, nauseated and with one hell of a headache. I rush to his bathroom just in time to puke my guts up. I stayed there the rest of the night alternating between vomiting and, well, the other thing that happens when one’s sick. EWE! While I’m alone in my misery, sat on the floor of his bathroom - contemplating if I should just give it up and let this ‘illness’ take me home to meet my maker - I start to panic. My overactive (and slightly delirious) mind decided that I’m not sick… it’s… it’s… Oh my God, I’m having an adverse reaction to LOVE! My body is telling me that I made a mistake!Okay, Lillian, calm down. Just tell him you didn’t mean it! He’ll understand. It’s gonna be fine! This didn’t help much but got me through the night. Just after dawn, he opens the door to the bathroom, scaring the life out of me, a crazed look on his face. “Move!” he shouts. “Get out! NOW!”
Confused, I get up on shaky legs and leave, only to hear him vomit as soon as the door shuts. Needless to say, it wasn’t ‘love sickness’ or a mistake. We both had a nasty flu bug. Lord, it was awful! We were sick for like five long days. I never doubted it again. Not for a second.
Is locking kids in the basement against the law....LMAO I am picturing exhausted Sherlockand Molly here :)
@violetjersey @jonarya786 I’m not sure if this is what either of you are expectingbut, hey, if I did that…that’s no fun 😉 hope you likewhat I did with it. Very light M under the cut
“I’ll never get tired of this,”he mumbled into her skin, trailing kisses down her neck, “pleasing you…” hepaused to suck at her throat, relishing her soft sighs, “…hearing my name.”
As if on cue, Molly shudderedand tightened her grip on his hair, “Sherlock.”
As he trailed one hand slowly downher body to tease her through the light pyjama shorts she still wore, with hisother Sherlock groped blindly for the bedside table for the foil condom packet he’dremoved earlier. Molly covered his hand and he lifted his head, his browfurrowed.
“Leave it. I think we’reready,” she smiled, a smile that was reflected back at her.
“Really?”
She took the wrapper and threwit someone over his shoulder, sliding her hands over his shoulders and tugginghim roughly down to meet her lips hungrily. Before they could get to whatSherlock embarrassingly called ‘the good stuff’, their bedroom door flew open.
“Mum! Dad!” The parents jumpedapart, immediately hauling the duvet over their flushed bodies; their daughterstood in the doorway, her arms folded across her chest as she stared down atthe discarded condom at her feet. Unimpressed, she looked up at her parents, “pleasetell me you were about to use that.”
“What do you want, Clara?”Sherlock said perhaps a tad too harshly; it wasn’t his fault, his brain’s bloodsupply had temporarily relocated, after all. The child grinned, the one shealways used when she wanted to sweet talk something out of them.
“Can I borrow your laptop?”
Molly rolled her eyes – she’dlong since learned the smile and knew how best to navigate it. Sherlock,however, always fell victim. He loved his daughter so much and took everyopportunity to spoil her; it didn’t help that she was virtually a miniatureversion of himself. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with.
“What for?”
Clara shrugged, her handsbehind her back, “to talk to my friends.”
Sherlock and Molly gave her alook, their classic ‘don’t you lie to us, missy’ look. Like her father, Clara wasrather bad at lying if you knew what to look for. Eventually, she huffed, stompingher foot insistently.
“It’s just one little case!Please!”
“Not before your tenth birthday,”Sherlock repeated for what felt like the millionth time, pinching the bridge ofhis nose – it was getting late and he was in no mood to argue. He and Molly hadhardly spent any time together in the last week and he was keen to get back to ‘reacquainting’,“we agreed. You can wait two years, can’t you?”
“No!”
“Clara!”
“Fine.”
She shuffled out of the room,then, slamming their door behind her; the two of them waited until they heardthe padding of her footsteps on the stairs before glancing at each other andbreathing a sigh of relief.
“She had to take after you,”Molly chuckled, leaning against her husband’s shoulder; she glanced at him,smirking, “why couldn’t she be into unicorns and fairies like other eight-year-olds?”
“Because she’s exceptional.Her brilliant mind would never be occupied by such pathetic pursuits.“
Molly raised an eyebrow, bitingback a smirk, “pirates when you were eight?”
Sherlock silenced his cheekywife by snogging her deeply, tugging her bottom lip into his mouth and manoeuvringher beneath him. Molly’s soft moans and encouraging sighs were lost in his mouth,her hands stroking the skin of his back. The two of them were so lost in eachother, neither noticed the door open a second time until a tiny voice spokebeside their bed.
“Mummy, I can’t sleep.”
The pathologist very nearlyleapt out of her skin and was forced to pinch Sherlock hard to keep him fromswearing out of frustration. Their four-year-old son, Victor, was rubbing hiseyes and clutching his favourite teddy bear. Molly’s heart melted and shelifted the youngster onto the bed, settling him between them. To neither oftheir surprise, he was asleep almost instantly. Sherlock sighed, ruffling hishair as he glanced down at his son.
“Is locking kids in the basementagainst the law?”
Molly chuckled, pulling on apyjama top and tossing Sherlock his old t-shirt, “and you said you were ready.”
“I am,” he replied, stilllooking down at Victor fondly, “I’d love to do this again. With you. Being yourpartner, in everything we do, I never want it to end.”
Molly leaned over and kissedhim sweetly, resting her forehead against his, “it won’t. I’ll always be yourpartner.”
Sherlock nodded, “it is a nicebasement, Molly.”
“Goodnight, Sherlock,” Mollylaughed, switching off the lamp.
Ahh, I just realized that the way it’s worded I am supposed to answer all the questions lol. Well that would take forever, so if you could send specific questions pretty please??
