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2nd blog for Petyr x Sansa pics, gifs, and fic. Equipoise on AO3.
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Aidan Imposter Alert

So there's an account on Instagram and it appears as Aidan Gillen_official and once you click on it, as aidan_gillen511. This is not Aidan Gillen.

Aidan Gillen Russia was kind enough to inform me that this person has my Tumblr link in their bio that I don't think was there when I started following them the other day. This is NOT my Instagram. My Instagram is aidan_petyr_gillen.

Recently there was someone going into the Aidan Facebook groups trying to sell low-quality Aidan merchandise and there is some speculation that it is the same person, though not confirmed.

Just keep an eye out. Most of us hxc fans know that Aidan doesn't do social media. And if he ever did, I'm positive he wouldn't post a link to my Tumblr in his bio or sell his own merchandise. Keep an eye out for the newer fans that don't yet know Aidan well enough to realize he would never do this and fans that may not be very familiar with Instagram and Twitter and wouldn't realize it's not official without that little blue circle and check mark by the name. These are the people that this fake will be able to take advantage of.

And this isn't an old account, it was active as of today, Wednesday June 30. And, as you can see, even though this account is brand new they have already accumulated almost 1300 followers, so someone is believing it unfortunately.

Okay, that is all. Thanks guys.

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barton hollow: a 1k excerpt 

a pxs au deep in the south of the united states where there’s quite a bit more than meets the eye when it comes to the eldest Stark daughter and the new preacher 

“Would you like sugar in your coffee, father?”

“There’s no need for that. Please, call me Petyr.”

“I don’t think that’s entirely appropriate. Would you like some sugar, father?” Her smile dares him to even attempt correcting her again.

Appropriate. Isn’t sugar in short supply nowadays?”

“Not for a high and mighty man such as yourself.” She lays the southern charm on thick as if he hasn’t heard her speak as crisp and clear as a northerner. “My mama always taught me to be hospitable to guests.”

Cicadas are calling outside, creating the natural rhythm for the day as it progresses. The porch screen slams shut, the hinges shrieking as loudly as the insects hidden in the trees.

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aster526

Sansa x Petyr, Liberal Arts AU

 -I sometimes feel like I’m looking down on myself. Like there’s this older, wiser me watching over this 19-year-old rough draft, who’s full of all this potential, but has to live more to catch up with that other self somehow. And, uh, I know I’ll get there. It’s just sometimes I think I want to rush the process, you know? And I don’t know, maybe, um - maybe I thought you were some sort of shortcut. Does that make any sense? -If I wrote you, I would be like, “This is the best rough draft ever.“  ©
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Former child star Petyr Baelish gets a call from an old friend and previous co-star. Catelyn Tully Stark’s daughter, Sansa, wants to act. He’s sure there’s something in it for him if he lends a hand. Eventually, Petyr and Sansa end up cast as father and daughter in a popular TV sitcom but he starts to realize his feelings for the teenage starlet are far from paternal. Luckily, Sansa is not immune to his machinations - or to the budding chemistry between them.

(A/N: This is the chapter where I realized I ought to maybe change the rating from Mature to Explicit. If it’s not officially there by this one, I think it’s clear that’s where we’re headed. Hope you enjoy!) 

Chapter Fourteen

Four days.

Fours days, two texts, and a one phone call made in a moment of panicked, slightly inebriated desperation (that he instantly regretted).

He’d sent one text the night it happened, not really expecting a reply. Just wanting her to know she was still on his mind, setting himself up for the inevitable moment of apology. When it went unanswered, he’d shrugged it off. Given her time.

Only impetuous boys pressed a young woman too hard, too fast. Petyr was patient to a fault. Perhaps a little too good at waiting by now, but that was what came of a life placed constantly on hold. Waiting for Cat to turn around and notice him, stalwart by her side. Waiting for her to see what a poor choice she’d made in Brandon. In Ned. Waiting for Sansa to grow fond of him. For Cat to see what could have been.

Then making new plans as his affections began to shift, placing him in yet another holding pattern.  

A couple years ago, he’d looked ahead in his calendar to the exact day she’d turn eighteen. He ought to feel ashamed of that. Guilty. Perverse. Something besides just impatient.

But Petyr Baelish always did enjoy defying expectations.

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Former child star Petyr Baelish gets a call from an old friend and previous co-star. Catelyn Tully Stark’s daughter, Sansa, wants to act. He’s sure there’s something in it for him if he lends a hand. Eventually, Petyr and Sansa end up cast as father and daughter in a popular TV sitcom but he starts to realize his feelings for the teenage starlet are far from paternal. Luckily, Sansa is not immune to his machinations - or to the budding chemistry between them.

(A/N:  The usual apologies for delayed posting. I’m really a slave to the muse. BUT the chapter 14 is finished, too. I’ll post that next week. Also, it’s smutty. So I hope that will at least partially compensate!)

Chapter Thirteen

Sansa drove home caught halfway between anger and shame. She’d clearly done something wrong, crossed some invisible line. But Petyr had no right to shut her out like that. Not when she’d let him so far in.

God, she’d let him go so far… and she’d only wanted more.

Her cheeks burned and she cranked up the AC in her car. She was all too aware of her now-sticky underwear, clinging uncomfortably between her legs and wedged halfway up her ass. She thought about sliding a hand under her to smooth it but she knew better than to publicly pick a wedgie. No one around for miles but do one embarrassing thing and paps would run out of the shadows to catch it on camera….

The light at the bottom of the hill was turning yellow up ahead and she was just far enough away that even flooring it wouldn’t get her through in time. She pressed on the brake with unnecessary force, the car behind her honking to protest the stuttering stop. Resisting the urge to flip them off, Sansa pressed one hand to her forehead, rubbing the furrow that had formed between her brows.

Fucking Petyr Baelish.

Which is what she’d thought she would be doing by now, rather than sitting in her car, outraged and confused.

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