#sanmund

[frazzledsoul]

Look, I'm not saying Kit Harington or Rory McCann showing up on Kristofer Hivju's new Ultimate Viking reality show is a blatant excuse for me to live out my Jonmund/Sanmund fantasies but....it would be a nice inducement for me to watch, really.

[renfairewolverine]

prompt taken from @asoiafrarepairs  (original post)

Tormund x Sansa He likes that she’s kissed by fire. He also likes how soft she is on the outside, but how strong she is on the inside. BAMF Sansa.

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“ You know what we call us? Up north?”

“This is the North” she cuts in, but her tone is warm

He weaves a strand of long silky red hair between his calloused fingers absently, his eyes never leaving hers.

“ Kissed by fire. That’s what we are. We’re lucky.” His voice is a low rumble that easily pierces the din of the hall while still somehow feeling private.

She tamps down on her smile only out of habit.

“Oh? Really? Because I don’t think I’d consider myself very lucky.”

He snorts. “ Only stupid cunts walk around thinking they’re the luckiest man in the world. You are lucky. Everything that’s happened to you and you’re still here while the rest are in the ground or worse. Lucky. ” He nods towards her, brow raised. “ And skilled. And strong as shit.”

She laughs at that. “ I’ll accept skilled but strong? No. I couldn’t lift a sword if I tried, and I have. I think you’re starting to think of yourself.”

Tormund snorts again, like a parry to her own attempt at deflection.  His clear blue eyes pining her down as effectively as any arrow. Dimly Sansa registers his fingers still toying with her hair.

“Aye you won’t be winning any fist fights any time soon but you’ve got proper strength.  A real women’s strength. You’re as much of a delicate southron lady as I am pretty wolf. You’ve got the look of a proper lady and the better teats between us but you’re not a pushover, you don’t let these lords and little shits walk over you like a weak willed little girl. You’re tough, don’t pretend you’re not.”

His eyes seem glint with respect and Sansa can feel a rare genuine flush in her cheeks, one of pride, pleased by the earnest compliment and the warmth in his gaze. Tormund was a good man— wild, unkempt and at times offensive to more refined sensibilities— but good and kind and far, far sweeter than she’d ever have anticipated upon their first meeting. He’s honest, brutally so, and genuine. A good true man and his words mean more to her than she would have thought back at castle black.

It’s good to see pride and respect for the strength she’s forged for herself from someone like him, someone who’s seen a lot of it in all shapes. There’s something powerful, bone deep, about having something so many seem to not realize is there acknowledged and have it acknowledged by someone who is themselves known for it.

She smiles truly. “ Thank you, Tormund. You're too kind.”

He grins, eyebrows waggling. “ I am, but only to pretty women.”

Sansa laughs and swats at him at him playfully.

He laughs as well, giving the lock of hair in his grasp a little tug.

“It’s a good shade, deep and rich. Beautiful.”

She reaches out and takes a curl of his in hand. “ And I like yours— it’s bright and vibrant, like you.”

His head tilts as it so often does, this time into her hand, but his gaze never leaves hers. He takes that captive lock up to his lips and kisses it.

“Gods you’re a danger girl.”

[hyperfixatingfangirl]

Tonight’s Episode of GoT

I won’t spoil anything but I will say this:

            i need to see some Sandor x Tormund fanficiton/fanart.

[renfairewolverine]

Let it be known if people want sansa x tormund / sanmund / whatever the fuck we’re calling this content i am OPEN FOR REQUESTS / SUGGESTIONS - ART + FIC