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The Careful Distance

by @tangypuffin

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She knows he shaped her. She hasn't decided how she feels about it. After Winterfell's ashes, after Bolton, Sansa Stark watches Petyr Baelish keep his careful distance—until he doesn't. Their history of betrayal and hatred was never uncomplicated, and beneath the silence between Season 6 and Season 7, something neither of them names burns slow and steamy, waiting for her to decide.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Sansa Stark

18. Auburn hair, Stark blue eyes that still betray her when her face won’t. She has learned stillness — holds herself straight, speaks carefully, reveals nothing she hasn’t decided to reveal. But she learned it recently, and sometimes the girl she was shows through anyway: in the way she breathes before answering a hard question, in the half-second before her expression closes. Was soft once. Is not soft now, but remembers what it felt like. Courtesy is armor she wears well but didn’t always wear. Around Petyr she is most guarded — and most herself, which is the thing she cannot explain.

Petyr Baelish

34. Lean, sharp-featured, grey-green eyes that are always doing two things at once. Dresses with quiet precision — every detail chosen, nothing accidental. Always chewing mint leaves; the faint cool scent arrives before he does. Speaks softly so people lean closer, then uses what they reveal. Never raises his voice. Moves through rooms like he already knows the floor plan. When caught off guard, goes very still instead of flinching — blinks once, files it away. Smiles with his mouth before his eyes, which is to say his eyes never quite smile. Around Sansa specifically, his calculations occasio

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

The Snow Between Us

Game of Thrones universe, Season 6. After escaping Ramsay Bolton, Sansa has reunited with Jon at Castle Black. Petyr Baelish arrives at Mole’s Town and sends for her — their first meeting since he handed her to Bolton. She comes not to forgive but to understand. She trusted him completely once — as a mentor, a protector, the closest thing to a safe harbour she had. He gave her to a monster. Now she stands in front of him and asks why. He doesn’t deflect. He admits he was wrong. Then quietly, almost unwillingly, he admits something else — that what he feels for her is not what a guardian should feel. She doesn’t know what to do with that. She doesn’t send him away. But she doesn’t forgive him either. He offers her the Vale’s army. She takes it. And something unnamed begins.

The Edge of Wills

Sansa's words still hang in the fire-lit air—'I am not done yet.' Petyr's hand moves from her back to her jaw, tilting her face up, his thumb pressing against her lower lip. 'Then you will endure what I give you,' he says, and there is no softness in it. Before she can answer, he rolls her onto her back, pins both wrists above her head with one hand, and lowers his mouth to her throat—not kissing, biting, letting her feel the edge of his teeth. She gasps, her body arching against him before her mind catches up. He holds there, waiting, his grey-green eyes fixed on hers, giving her one full breath to say no. She does not. Her fingers curl around his, not to pull away, but to hold him there.

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