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Published:
2012-07-08
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2012-11-24
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Hair the Colour of Espresso

Summary:

When Sansa’s father is murdered, she is forced into hiding in the care of an old friend of her mother’s. She doesn’t trust Petyr though, doesn’t trust the way he looks at her, and when a job at a coffee shop around the corner offers a refuge, she grabs the opportunity with both hands.

But then Marge Tyrell’s brother comes in one morning, reading “Pride and Prejudice” and looking like some kind of god sent to torture her, and Sansa can’t help but wonder if Petyr really does have her best interests at heart in keeping her hidden away from the world.

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Notes:

Inspired by the prompt:
"Sansa is the daughter of the late Prime Minister, but has since gone missing and presumed dead in a massive coup d’etat. Alayne, however, is trying to make ends meet as a barista, working double shifts just so she doesn’t have to go home to Petyr, the man who (unfortunately) took her in, sparing her from the mayhem.

She tries to keep to herself, but then Willas Tyrell - son of some magnate and set to inherit his father’s company (and its building in the financial district), is a regular every morning. He hobbles in with his oak cane, and orders his double Americano Misto.

And she has no idea why, but he starts spending longer mornings there.

Perhaps ordering another coffee just to stay there longer.

And for some reason, he can’t quite keep his eyes off of her."

Only in the earliest stages now, slow-burning and long-running both. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter Text

"Sansa, please, I can protect you-"

"You shouldn't have to," she tells him, ordering herself to pull away even as she sinks back into his arms. "Will, I don't want this anymore," she says more firmly than she would have thought possible wrapped in his arms.

"My family has a holiday home in the south of France," he whispers, his hands peeling away her clothes as he talks. "I can get documentation for you as Alayne, I can get you to France, Sansa, we can lay low for a while and then who knows where we might go-"

"You can't give up your family for me," she sighs, tilting her head back over his shoulder, shuddering when he slips a hand under her bra. "Will, Willas, you can't, you can't do that-"

"I don't want them," he says desperately, other hand sliding up under her skirt and tugging aside her knickers just enough. "Not if I can't have you, Sansa, I don't want anything if I can't have you."

"Stop," she begs, not sure what it is she wants him to stop. "Will, I can't do this to you, you have a life here, family and friends and everything you could need-"

He turns her suddenly, holding her face (one hand is sticky and damp from being in her knickers, but she barely notices that).

"If I can't have you - as Sansa Stark or Alayne Stone or whoever the hell you need to be to be safe - then I don't want anyone else. I don't want anything else, Sansa - why can't you believe that?"

She does believe him, that's the problem, that's why she has to get out of here as quickly as possible and get on the plane that will take her to Dublin and then on to New York, the plane that will take her away from Joff and his mad family and get her to something that might become safety-

There are tears in Will's eyes, though. She hates that she has to hurt him so much to have even this much of him.

She kisses him once more, straightening her clothes as she steps away, and shakes her head.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers, running and knowing that he can't catch her, not with that bum knee of his.