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Snow Daisies by januarywren for HeadcanonsAndMore65
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
11 Aug 2021
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“Sandor!” Sansa giggled, as he pulled her flush against him. She thrilled at how small he made her feel with the crown of her head barely gracing his shoulder, and his heavy arm draped across her slim waist.
She wore one of his favorite creations; her gown a rich emerald color, with sleeping hounds and yellow daisies embroidered across the flared skirt. Fur-trimmed the end of her sleeves and the round neckline of her bodice, yet Sansa confessed that he kept her warmer than her gowns ever could. “Anyone could see us – “she whispered.
Sandor snorted, as he moved to cover her frame with his own. He could care less about an idle servant seeing his bare arse or the marks that her scrabbling fingers left behind. “Bugger anyone that tries.”
Her lip curved into a pout; the kind she knew drove him mad. “They could still hear us – "
“Aye, Princess, they could.” Sandor rasped. The first time they’d coupled, he found what a screamer she could be. She was a wolf clad in fine lace in his bed, one with sharp claws and gentle words. "I'll keep you quiet."
Heavy canon-divergence | A wolf beds a hound, over and over again.
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Starry Eyes by januarywren for weeRedVixen, HeadcanonsAndMore65, peachycupcake, MissTrixxie, Angie24, petitebegonia, cigarettesandbruisedhips, runleapfly, Natylogar, NiniJune, Hypatikar, convictsmack, omnerron, GabyAlexandra, katstails
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
26 Dec 2020
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“Mr. Riddle,” she greeted, on the third ring.
She wouldn’t let herself stutter, forcing the butterflies down.
“You never listen, do you, Hermione?” a smooth voice replied, “Please, call me Tom.”
“I prefer Mr. Riddle,” Hermione countered, continuing their usual argument. There was something about the man that made her feel like he was the predator and she the prey – clinging to the use of his last name was one boundary she could put between them. No matter how many times she had mewled his first name before. “You are my landlord, after all.”
“I am, aren’t I?” Tom said, amusement clear in his tone. “Shall I expect Minerva to bring it by again, say, next week then, Hermione?”
"She could if you'd like."
“And if I’d prefer her witch to come with?”
Urban Fantasy | Tom knows who he wants. Does Hermione?