The Sansa Stark standing in front of him, though, looked nothing like the girl he hadn’t seen in two years. She looked sad, a little broken. She looked beautiful and like a force of nature—one withering look and she could part the sea, she could destroy your worst enemy. Like a siren singing men and women to deaths caused by their own hands.
He had no fucking clue what to do with this Sansa Stark.
Sansa shows up at his work with one request: help find Robb. It doesn’t matter that he hasn’t seen her since recovery, that he doesn’t know how he could possibly help, that Robb would hate that she was asking him…
Helping her is the least he can do. So he does.
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15 Sep 2019
30 Apr 2019
Theon Greyjoy has spent the majority of his life thinking about things that aren’t.
Home. His family. Shit like that.
(That's the thing about Sansa Stark.
She very much is.)
22 Apr 2019
Sansa Stark is, to her very core, a believer.
She believes in the healing properties of amethyst and lavender.
She believes in the importance of eating alone no more than three times a week, and always taking time to answer her mother’s phone calls, if only to tell her that she doesn’t have time to talk. She believes that tea is always better with a little bit of honey, and that no one – no one – should live a life free of love.
(Not even Joffrey Baratheon.)
She believes that Jon Snow is an absolute, unmitigated ass.
Of that, she’s certain.
01 May 2019
She’s covered in flour and chocolate when Theon Greyjoy storms through the front door of her bakery and back into her life.
(Not that he’d ever really been part of her life, honestly.
Theon was Robb’s. Theon was Jon’s. Theon was the older boy that all of Sansa’s high school friends had swooned over, with his crooked grin and his inky-black hair and that charming way he –
He was never hers.)
25 Aug 2019
And look –
It’s not as though she actually hates Theon.
(or: you know those nights where you're an idiot and you fall in love and ruin everything forever?.)