Fan Fiction - Keep the Nightmares Away - Margaery/Sansa (Game of Thrones) - 1/1
Title: Keep the Nightmares Away
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing: Margaery Tyrell/Sansa Stark
Rating: G
Word count: 150
A/N: Spoilers through season three. Written for drabbletag round 5 at femslash100. Also on AO3.
Summary: Margaery can't sleep. Neither can Sansa.
Margaery sighed loudly. All of King’s Landing was tucked into their beds, and she was wide awake, her thoughts refusing to let her sleep.
Groaning, she got up out of bed, her mind’s desires winning out over her body’s needs.
Quietly she made her way to Sansa’s bedchamber, where she convinced the guard on duty to let her inside. She was the future queen, after all.
Inside, she wasn’t surprised to find the redhead awake. Sansa rarely slept these days either.
“You can’t sleep either?” Margaery asked as she climbed into bed with Sansa. It had become a common ritual for the two of them, sharing Sansa’s bed.
“Too many nightmares” said Sansa, lying back in Margery’s arms. Images flash through her mind: of her father being behead; of his head on a spike for the birds to feast on.
“I’m here now” said Margaery. “I’ll keep the nightmares away.”
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing: Margaery Tyrell/Sansa Stark
Rating: G
Word count: 150
A/N: Spoilers through season three. Written for drabbletag round 5 at femslash100. Also on AO3.
Summary: Margaery can't sleep. Neither can Sansa.
Margaery sighed loudly. All of King’s Landing was tucked into their beds, and she was wide awake, her thoughts refusing to let her sleep.
Groaning, she got up out of bed, her mind’s desires winning out over her body’s needs.
Quietly she made her way to Sansa’s bedchamber, where she convinced the guard on duty to let her inside. She was the future queen, after all.
Inside, she wasn’t surprised to find the redhead awake. Sansa rarely slept these days either.
“You can’t sleep either?” Margaery asked as she climbed into bed with Sansa. It had become a common ritual for the two of them, sharing Sansa’s bed.
“Too many nightmares” said Sansa, lying back in Margery’s arms. Images flash through her mind: of her father being behead; of his head on a spike for the birds to feast on.
“I’m here now” said Margaery. “I’ll keep the nightmares away.”