A/N: Thank you all so much for your support. I know the reunion fic has been done a lot and there are certainly better versions of it out there, but I'm having fun and working my writing muscles in a way I haven't for a bit, so I appreciate hearing from you all.

I stole "To bed or to sleep" from season one of Outlander. Also, I'm worried that one of these scenes is OOC for everyone involved, but I really loved it? I think you'll be able to tell which one.

They arrived at Storm's End on a foggy morning in a ship captained by a jovial man from Tarth who told stories about Brienne running around in her childhood and wreaking havoc the only way a lady knight can. Not that he described Brienne as a trouble maker; far from it, in fact. She wouldn't have believed him if he had. It was more the reaction to the lady knight, and the subsequent defenses she had to mount, that the man recounted. Lord Selwyn, Brienne's father, accompanied them as well, and he only corroborated the stories with a fond smile.

The voyage from Tarth across Shipbreaker Bay was short, which Sansa was grateful for. She had decided about two days before disembarking on the island of Tarth that she didn't want to set foot on a ship for at least a few weeks. She wanted to be able to breathe in air that wasn't colored with salt and eat unsalted meat and fresh fruit.

Arya waited for them at the lone dock with another woman. Her sister barely acknowledged her and Tyrion, and instead launched herself into Jon's arms. They spoke to each other in low tones, so the other woman turned to them and introduced herself as Mya, Gendry's sister. Sansa exchanged a glance with Tyrion to see if he'd known this information, and his shrug made it clear he did not. It was only once she got a closer look at the girl did she realize they'd met before.

"You're from the Vale; you used to help people get up to the Eyrie," she said, and Mya nodded.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, your graces, and under much happier circumstances."

"You're one of Robert's bastards?" Tyrion asked.

"He and Father were fostered at the Vale as children," Arya said, like this explained everything. She and Jon had rejoined them as Alran and the two other Queensguard on the trip unloaded their things.

"How did you come to Storm's End?" Tyrion added.

"I received a letter from the king announcing my legitimization and that I was granted a home in Storm's End if I desired one. Her grace's cousin told me I should go, and I have not regretted it."

They returned to the keep itself in time for lunch. While the high table in Winterfell only sat guests around the back of it, Gendry had clearly organized his table so that everyone sat all the way around it. As the Lord of Storm's End, he sat at one end of the table, and as Queen in the North, she was at the other. It was only family; she had Tyrion on one side of her and Arya on the other. Gendry's half-brother Edric sat next to Arya. Tyrion knew of him from when he'd been a ward of Renly's prior to the War of the Five Kings. Upon fleeing King's Landing with Loras, he'd shipped Edric off to Essos for his own safety. They'd rarely been at court at the same times. The two spent time conversing about the boy's travels through Essos and the cultures he'd encountered. Tyrion even tried speaking some Valyrian with him, which caused laughter so loud that Edric got some looks for it from those at other tables. Sansa herself spoke no Valyrian, but the translations Edric provided her through wheezes made her giggle, too.

On Gendry's right sat Bella. She was from the Riverlands and her mother still lived there, but she didn't offer much further information. It was clear to Sansa that Gendry got along much better with her than the other two; there was a familiarity there she didn't expect. She'd cast a look at Arya, wondering if her sister appeared at all jealous. Arya seemed to know exactly what she was searching for.

"We met Bella, briefly, when we were with the Brotherhood. She tried to get Gendry to fuck her," Arya said far too blithely, and Sansa's eyes widened. "Don't be stupid; it's not like they knew."

"Perhaps they should have," she muttered, looking at all four of them with their hair the same shade of black. Gendry and Mya both had the same blue eyes, while Edric's were a darker shade, and Bella's brown. Mya was really the only one who could you say with full certainty mirrored her mother in any way; the other two looked so like Gendry, with square jaws and broad shoulders. Bella even had the same lines in her forehead that crinkled when she smiled.

Jon had been placed next to Gendry on the left, then Mya between him and Tyrion. She'd been surprised enough to see Arya sitting next to her and not Jon, especially since it violated the male-female rule usually employed at Winterfell, but she was even more surprised at the ease with which Jon seemed to converse with Mya and Bella. Gendry, too, but it was really the women driving the conversation at their half of the table. Tyrion noticed it, too.

Bran's contingent arrived the next day, including him, Brienne, and Davos, who embraced Gendry like a father. Sansa was introduced to his wife Marya, who reminded her so much of her own mother it was almost painful. The woman had clearly met Arya before, since Arya's complaint about being addressed as 'milady' by one of the servants was only met with an eye roll from the older woman.

The following days saw several grand arrivals. She barely recognized the names of most of the Storm Lords, and was surprised to see both her Uncle Edmure and his family and her cousin Robin in attendance. Yara did not attend, but Tyrion's regent cousin did.

"Did you know Arya's wedding was going to be a state function?" she found herself asking Tyrion at dinner the night before the wedding, with the final lords having arrived that afternoon. The hall was fit to burst with tables, and Gendry's table had been rearranged to face out like she was used to. She sat between him and her husband, with Arya and Bran on Gendry's other side. The high table was again delegated to family, though Edric had elected to sit below with those he knew from his childhood.

"I suspected," Tyrion replied. "He is a Lord Paramount, after all."

"I'm sure both of them would prefer something simple in a godswood. This feels like almost as many people as attended our wedding."

"Yes, well, you had to be walked down the aisle by Joffrey and marry a man whom you barely knew. Jon is giving Arya away, and I think we can both agree that over the past week it's been made clear to us just how devoted they are to each other."

It was true. She'd seen Arya and Gendry riding and sparring together. She sat in the gallery during petitions when they'd heard them, together, out of sheer curiosity, and Arya had even helped provide insight. He looked at her sister like she hung the moon, and she looked at him like a woman dying of thirst would look at water. She envied them, so sure of themselves, but she wasn't about to tell her husband that.

"Yes, we can."

Soon, the hall cleared and she and Tyrion walked up the tower to their chambers, which were mercifully on a lower floor than perhaps tradition mandated, but Bran had to be on a low level anyways, so it wasn't disrespectful for them to do the same with Sansa, and it spared Tyrion the climb. He never complained, but there were days at Winterfell when she could hear his bones pop as he climbed in and out of bed, and when she watched him do more work or reading from the bed than others. They walked in companionable silence, but once they were in the rooms, she couldn't resist circling back to their earlier conversation.

"I'm still having trouble believing she's actually getting married tomorrow," she said with a sigh, shutting the door firmly behind them. "It feels like just yesterday she was getting underfoot and launching food at the royal family, and swearing to never become a lady of a great house."

"Ah, yes, I remember the food launching. Well, hearing complaints about it. I believe I was out talking with Jon at the time."

Tyrion undid his doublet so he was clad in just his undershirt, and Sansa had to resist the urge to blush. They had been living together for almost six months, and sure, several weeks of it had been on the ship to Storm's End, but still. She'd seen him undress before; there'd been no screen in their quarters on the ship.

"I wish I'd gotten to know Gendry better. I didn't talk to him much when he was at Winterfell. I didn't even realize Arya knew him until I watched them hug before she boarded her ship to Essos."

"I had an inkling after the battle. She sort of stumbled into his arms when she made it back to the keep. I think you were distracted by Theon's body being brought in," he said as he climbed up onto the bed, and she nodded. She truly didn't remember much that had happened between getting out of the crypts and burning all the bodies the next morning.

"Are you going to bed?" she asked, and he shook his head, nodding towards the book on his bedside table. She rolled her eyes at him, and he made an affronted scoff.

"It's quite interesting!"

"Tyrion, you lived it!"

"Not all of it," he protested, weakly, and she laughed as she sat beside him on the bed. At Tyrion's request, Davos had brought one of the copies of A Song of Ice and Fire from King's Landing, ostensibly for the library at Winterfell but it was all for her husband. He'd been obsessed with it for almost a week now, angrily muttering and reading passages aloud to her that he found particularly infuriating. She had some correspondence to read and some hemming to finish on Arya's maiden cloak, and while she could do it tomorrow after the wedding breakfast but before she had to get Arya ready, she wanted to get it done sooner rather than later.

But she could spend a little time with her husband first.

"What's happening?" she asked and nestled against him. He didn't wrap an arm around her, in order to hold the book easier.

"Well, I've reached Blackwater, but somehow I don't even come up when I commanded the blasted defense," he said, pouting more than she thought a grown man could. He started to open the book, then stopped. "You know, I have to ask. The night of the battle, were you really praying for my safe return? I've never been able to figure out if you were aware Joffrey was behind you when you compared it to his return, or if you really didn't care about my life."

"I cared," she said, cupping his face, and gingerly tracing the scar that cut it. "You were kind to me, even then. You were one of the first to express sympathy for me after my father's death. You protected me in the throne room, and worried about me after the riot. I cared. I still do."

Their lips were only centimeters apart, book abandoned on his lap, but were stopped by a loud banging sounded from the door. Tyrion dropped his head against her shoulder with a groan, pressing a kiss along her collarbone that made her shiver even as she pushed herself away to go answer the door. She hadn't begun to change yet, so she was the one most decently dressed for whatever this interruption was.

She did not expect to find Arya, Jonelle, and Gendry's two half-sisters on her doorstep, giggling like young maidens and clutching flagons of wine in their hands. Jonelle's eyes lit up at the sight of her.

"Sansa! Come join us!" she said.

"What?"

"Mya says it's a tradition, in the Vale, at least, for the men to go out the night before the wedding, and we thought, why couldn't we do that?" Bella replied, pointing to Mya as she did so. The girl in question nodded.

"And you want me to join you?" Sansa asked. She'd been cordial with the two Baratheons at meals, and Bella had invited her to a sewing circle earlier where they worked on the Baratheon cloak for Gendry to wear tomorrow, but that had truly been the limit to their interaction. And while she knew that Arya and Jonelle had become close in the weeks before Arya had left for Storm's End, she had been surprised that the woman had been invited to the wedding, much less whatever this night of drinking was.

"Come on, Sansa! Live a little!" Arya, clearly already into her cups based on the dopey smile on her face, said. How long had it been since dinner?

Before Sansa could say anything, Mya was pulling her out of the room and running off down the hall. She could hear Tyrion's laugh echoing behind her, and she glanced back, hoping to see him watching her from the doorway, but he wasn't there, and instead she wound up tripping. She, Mya, Arya, and Jonelle all fell in a pile on the ground and just barely managed to avoid spilling wine all down the corridor. The laughter she let out was more from surprise than genuine amusement, and she figured theirs was more from wine than the same, but it felt good. They turned onto their backs as an amused Bella stared down at them, rolling her eyes before helping them all to their feet.

"Should we go outside?" Bella asked.

"Isn't it about to storm?" Jonelle said, glancing out the window at the end of the hall. The sky did look rather dark, but the sun had set at least an hour ago, so it could have been that more than anything.

"It's always about to storm," Bella replied, and she and Mya lead them down the staircase and out into the courtyard. Mya and Arya, both in breeches, dropped onto the ground in front of a large tree, which was flanked by two benches, one facing the keep and one facing the cliffs. Jonelle and Bella took that one, while Sansa settled herself on the other, staring up at the tower of Storm's End, not much more than a tall shadow in the darkness. Mya, closest to her, passed her the flagon of wine she'd been holding onto for dear life ever since their fall.

"Drink, your grace," she said, and, with everyone's eyes on her, Sansa did exactly that. Jonelle even cheered for her.

"I think, if you're trying to get me drunk, 'Sansa' will suffice," she said as she handed the flagon back. Mya smiled, her teeth illuminated by the moonlight.

"So, Sansa, you must have marital advice to impart on Arya. What will she experience tomorrow night?" Bella asked with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Arya slapped her leg before Sansa had even fully processed the words.

"Gendry and I are well-experienced in that regard, thank you."

"What?" Sansa said.

"I didn't want to die a virgin," Arya said, with such contempt on the final word that Jonelle rolled her eyes.

"Being a virgin isn't a crime."

"You're a virgin?" Mya asked, and Jonelle nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm expected to be, as a noble lady. Not for lack of trying, though," she said, turning to Sansa, "Truly, Sansa, the men in your service are fit, but dense."

"I wouldn't know," she said, and Bella legitimately squealed.

"That's so romantic, that you only have eyes for your husband. Arya told me a bit about Tyrion before you all arrived. He sounds like quite the gentleman."

"He is." She could feel herself flush, but she hoped it was dark enough that no one would notice.

"Is he truly as good in bed as the rumors say?" Bella continued. "Is he… proportionate?"

"What do you mean?"

"He's a small man. Is his cock-"

"I'm not drunk enough to talk about this," she said, hoping that would put an end to the questioning, but both Mya and Jonelle held out their flagons to her in perfect synchronization.

"Come on, Sansa. I'll talk all about my times with Gendry."

"And as your sister, I don't want to hear it!"

Arya shrugged, and took Mya's flagon, and Jonelle shook hers until Sansa took it.

"We don't have to talk about it," Jonelle added once Sansa had lowered it from her lips, but she didn't return it just yet. "I know it can be a sensitive topic."

"It shouldn't have to be. Sex can be so many things. Love, intimacy, joy. But it can also be sadness, and anger. And, perhaps most dangerously of all, power. There are too many men in this world who use it as a way to control and subjugate women.

"I became a whore because I didn't have any choice in the matter. But it's also a way to control your own desires, to take the power so often denied to us. It can be the most brutal or the most beautiful thing," Bella mused, pulling the other flagon from Arya's hands. The flagon in her own hands suddenly felt heavy, and she gave it back to Jonelle quickly, like it could burn her.

"Yes, it can," she said quietly. She'd never been drunk before, so she had no idea if she'd had enough wine to loosen her lips the way she'd seen it happen to others, but she felt like she had to be if she was freely sharing such sentiments, especially with people she barely knew.

Shockingly, Mya placed her hand on Sansa's knee and nodded in agreement, holding it there a second before she moved it.

"Oh!" Bella said, covering her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"I know. You wouldn't have known. It isn't exactly common knowledge, outside the North."

"No one should have to go through that. Ever," Bella said.

"I would think the same about becoming a whore," Jonelle said, and she shrugged.

"Some of the women there did it because they liked it. Others were trapped. Some women did it to feed their children. Everyone's story is different. My mother worked there before me; I had nowhere else to go. It never seemed strange or vulgar to me the way it might to you."

"Imagine if there was some sort of haven for women who were being raped or abused by their husbands, or their pimps, or maybe even their parents. A place they could go that would protect them, give them food and shelter, help them find work. How many lives would something like that save?" Mya mused, and Sansa and Arya locked eyes. They could create that sort of thing. A shelter from the storm.

"That's brilliant, Mya!" Arya said, elbowing her. "I'll talk to Gendry about it first thing."

"And I'll discuss it with my council. It would have to be discreet, of course. The sort of thing that you want the people who need it to find, but not the ones causing the damage."

"Did I just create a law?" Mya asked, looking back and forth between the two Stark sisters.

"Maybe Sam's idea about letting the people decide wasn't a horrible idea after all," Sansa said. Only Arya had any sort of reaction, being the only one of them there that day, which was to huff and roll her eyes.

She didn't know how long they were out there before the rain started. Mya knew a game where they had sixty seconds to ask as many questions of one person as they could, and they had to drink for every question they didn't answer. Sansa drank much more than she spoke, but she got revenge by teaching them Tyrion's guessing game, and she was by far the best at it. Bella was terrible, and slurring her words by the time the clouds opened up, not that Sansa was doing much better. Her head felt light and it was becoming difficult to see clearly, but she was sure that was just because some clouds had infringed upon the moon.

It took some convincing, but she got everyone to dance with her in the rain, even though she felt shaky on her feet. She and Bella both fell down and got all muddy this time, but their laughter was entirely genuine. Mya, Arya, and Jonelle helped the two of them up and the five of them began a slow trek inside, arms all wrapped around each other.

A guard by the door rushed to meet them once they were in sight, and he and Mya helped Bella to her quarters as she began to loudly sing "The Bear and the Maiden Fair," which was making Sansa laugh even though she wasn't quite sure why. Jonelle, who was tall, and Arya, who was not, were then stuck escorting her, and she sort of flopped herself over Arya's head in order to get the height she needed to stay upright.

By the time they reached her chambers, she was feeling quite good. Arya strong armed her way in, and she watched as Tyrion jumped from the spot where he'd been reading on the bed at the bang of wood against stone. He bit his lip at the sight of them, but she thought he might be smiling. She was still having trouble seeing, even inside in the candlelight.

"Milady, what have you done with my wife?"

"Got her drunk, milord," Jonelle said quite cheerfully.

"No apologies," Arya added, and this time he laughed.

"I'm no' drunk!" Sansa said, but her tongue didn't quite seem to do what she wanted it to, and this made Tyrion laugh again.

"Let's get you out of those wet clothes, my dear," he said, and Arya and Jonelle led her over to the vanity table, though they didn't sit her down. Jonelle made quick work of her hair as Arya undid Sansa's clothes, and Tyrion rooted around in their things for a nightdress.

"Jonelle, you're so smart. I'm so happy you're my Hand," Sansa said with a sigh, grinning at her in the mirror as she worked on a braid. Arya made her shimmy out of her skirts, cursing at the sheer amount of layers and ties in a way that made Sansa giggle. "And Arya! I'm so happy you came home. I missed you so much. I used to be so awful to you, but I'm glad we're sisters now. And you're going to be such a good lady." Arya's hands stilled for a moment, but then she resumed her work until Sansa stood in just a slip.

"Thank you, ladies; I have it from here," Tyrion said. Jonelle curtsied to him before she left, but Arya stood there in silence for a moment before she followed her out. Sansa turned to face Tyrion, grinning down at him. "Do you want your nightdress, or is your slip alright?"

"Everything's alright. I'm with you."

She tried to sink gracefully to her knees, but she fell a little bit, hitting the stone with a bang that had Tyrion rushing towards her. She giggled and pulled him close, kissing him. She loved kissing him. She pulled on his lip with her teeth the way she learned he'd liked and he moaned. She started to trail the tip of her tongue across his, hoping he would grant her access, but instead he pulled back from her.

"I think it's time for us to go to bed."

"To bed or to sleep?" she said, pressing a kiss to his jaw, and then slowly trailing a line down his neck. He pushed her away again, but he was smiling.

"To sleep," he said, and he pressed a kiss to her crown before helping her stand and then climb into bed, leaving her in her slip and abandoning the night dress back on top of her trunk. She watched as he moved his book over to the vanity, then locked the door, then blew out the candles and climbed into bed.

"I think I could fall in love with you," she sighed, closing her eyes.

There was a moment of silence before he said, "Good night, Sansa," and he wrapped his arms around her.

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