It's hump day, hump day, gotta get down on hump day...

[mrstater]

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space for us to breathe; Sansa/Willas; M

[jadeddiva]

This is a bit long (630ish words) but yeah

Re: space for us to breathe; Sansa/Willas; M

[just_a_dram]

This is sweet the way I think Sansa and Willas would have really been sweet together.

Re: space for us to breathe; Sansa/Willas; M

[mrstater]

This is so lovely and sweet, and guh, what Sansa deserves! I really loved the way you wove in how other people taught her about sex, and she finds that none of it was right, and it's Willas she learns from. Love her trust!

Only Water (Sam/Gilly; M)

[jeeno2]

(My very first foray into the world of GoT fanfiction. Please be gentle

Re: Only Water (Sam/Gilly; M)

[just_a_dram]

Awww, Gilly and Sam. They're one of the few legitimately sweet couples in this series in my opinion. I love how you've captured Sam's conflict. He and Jon are alike in how seriously they take their vows and their duty, which is one of the things I love about them. I love them more for being flexible and breaking those vows too. ;)

Re: Only Water (Sam/Gilly; M)

[jeeno2]

Thank you so much! I really enjoyed writing this and hope to participate in more drabble challenges in the future. :)

Re: Only Water (Sam/Gilly; M)

[coaldustcanary]

Sam and Gilly oh my heart. *clutches chest*

a man grown, Pia/Josmyn "Peck" Peckledon, M

[coaldustcanary]

He has killed men, she knows. He does not speak of it himself, as he does not boast like some men, but those in the Lord Commander’s retinue sometimes mention it, and she understands that he has won honors for his bravery. Serving as squire to the Lord Commander himself is a great honor itself, to be sure

Re: a man grown, Pia/Josmyn "Peck" Peckledon, M

[deryn]

So freaking adorable and sweet! I just want to pinch his cheeks. Either set. :D

Inside; Jorah/Lynesse; M

[mrstater]

Ser Jorah--no, just Jorah, now, Lynesse amended; they were far too intimate for such formalities, and anyway she was alone with him now--had been so deep in his cups during the revels that followed his glorious tournament victory, that she--having imbibed rather a lot herself--had not imagined that bedding him would be the stuff of songs. From the way he'd swayed a little in his seat when she kissed him at the feast, and stumbled up the narrow staircase of the inn to his room, his big hand clammy as it clutched hers, her own befuddled mind produced images of fumbling with the closures of her gown and laces of her stays, perhaps not bothering to undress her at all but simply shoving up her skirt and petticoats, of clumsy pawing at her breasts and sloppy kisses. An instant of discomfort as he entered her, followed by a few grunting thrusts of his hips, culminating in untidiness. That was how it had been with other men, at other feasts, and she expected no more from this bear of a knight to whom she had granted her favor in a fit of