Westeros Olympics FanFic!
So because I’m obviously on crack- I’ve decided to write a series of AU Game of Thrones One-Shots about the Olympics.
Why? Because why the fuck not.
Also because the Olympics are awesome, and writing about fictional characters competing in the Olympics is the closest I will ever get to competing in the Olympics.
Excerpt:
Little bird, that’s what he called her the first time he saw her jump off of a diving board. She was only thirteen.
“You don’t jump. You fly,” Sandor told her. To a thirteen-year-old girl, Sandor was a formidable coach. Old, broad, and scarred. He terrified her into excellence. When she was ready to give up, he would snarl his burnt upper lip, and her stomach would drop. He would stare at her, eyes hard and black, until she turned around and climbed the rungs of the ladder. Again and again.
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