Grey Wind doesn't like much of anyone, but when the direwolf isn't at its master's side, it can always be found keeping its master's hostage company.
He moved forwards and caught her as her voice broke and she fell to the floor. He knelt and she buried her face in his chest, fingers clinging to his robes, tears soaking through to his skin. He held her until her sobs turned to ragged breaths, then to small sighs. Then she was quiet, just letting him hold her.
Sansa writes a letter to Cersei.
Badlilmunkee's prompt: "Using Sandor's POV: While having hot and heavy sex with one of Chataya's attractive red-haired girls, the Hound suddenly finds himself struggling to NOT fantasize that he's fucking the king's betrothed- his lovely little bird- making him totally pissed to realize just how much he actually wants her." Written for the SanSan Russian Roulette on SansaxSandor.
Bran and Arya discuss ghosts. Companion piece to "To be ignorant." Gendry Baratheon, as fate would have it, suffered from the same curse that his father did. Warning, spoilers for ASOS, AFFC, and ADWD, and Jon Snow's possible identity.
Rickon es el menor. Rickon es el que abandonaron. Rickon es el que vive con rabia y se deja poseer por ella. Rickon es el futuro Rey en el Norte (fic del AI del foro Alas Negras, Palabras Negras)
Ella le acarició la mejilla, solo una vez. Su toque fue tan cálido…
You can take the sand between your hands but sooner or later, you'll feel it slip. The Young Dragon learned this lesson during his failed conquest of Dorne. Slightly AU.
Jamás hubo nada mejor que tener la venganza en tus manos después de tantos años siendo parte de un sádico juego de los demonios de tu pasado.
En la frialdad de Harrenhal, la doncella y el león comparten más que unas palabras... Más de lo que jamás pensaron que fueran a compartir. (RESUBIDO YA QUE EL OTRO CONTENÍA CIERTOS ERRORES. MIS DISCULPAS -)
Divagancias de Alayne, ¿quien es Sansa y por que siempre la acompaña? \\ Cosa rara donde Sansa olvida quien es en realidad, y cree ser Alayne Piedra, hija bastarda de Meñique.
In which Robb wins everything, and Myrcella must adjust to her life in the Red Keep.
In the aftermath of his successful battle against Stannis, Renly's already small family has shrunken even further. As he makes his plans to continue his campaign for the throne, he attempts to understand why he can't stop thinking about his dead brothers. He and Stannis had never gotten on in life so why should his ghost be so difficult to get rid of in death?
Disgraced, despondent and drunk, Tyrion reflects on the tatters that are now his life. One shot.
Era bonito pensarlo de esa manera cuando el verano era joven: Que eran dos caras de la misma moneda. *LannisterIncest*
No es más que una trivialidad que Tyrion recuerda mientras huye hacia tierras lejanas y caminos inciertos.
It felt as though it had been a hundred years since Catelyn Stark last kissed her husband, last saw her children, last walked through the icy cold corridors of Winterfell. But the end was coming, and she could only hold on for so long.
Y así hablaron, y así hablaron los hombres y mujeres de Poniente. Pero ahora ven las lluvias caer sobre ellos, y ya es demasiado tarde...
Una serie de Drabbles que rescatan distintos episodios que pudieron ocurrir o no en la vida de Jon Snow a través de los libros. Quienes no han leído esta saga, les recomiendo darle una oportunidad. Comentarios son bienvenidos!
Arya si na Jaimem vynutí setkání a při procházce zahradami si uvědomí, že ji to táhne k tomu zvláštnímu muži s očima barvy smaragdů.
High School AU. With Cersei captaining the St. Grey's cheer leading squad and Jaime on course to receive a football scholarship to one of the country's top colleges, the Lannister twins are the talk of the school. With status comes gossip and talk is quickly turning to Cersei's peculiar rejection of every man in town and Jaime's lack of interest in even the most beautiful of women.
Cersei has always known she was meant to be Queen and now her wedding day to Robert Baratheon has finally arrived. "I'll play the virgin for him but virgins have their seductions too..." Rated M for sexual content.
Sansa Stark's and Sandor Clegane's bastard son grew up away from them, not knowing who he truly was. He was trained to kill and forced to become the perfect soldier while enduring endless horrors. How long and what will it take for him to reach the breaking point, and let the beast inside of him reach the surface? A "The Crime of Love" spinoff.
Todo sea por la corona y por recuperar el Trono de Hierro —piensa mientras bebe del dulce vino y observa la sonrisa torpe del comerciante de quesos—. De igual modo, no voy a confiarme de la palabra del un salvaje señor de los caballos. Después de la corona de mi señora madre, Daenerys es mi tesoro más valioso.
El sudor se le mezclaba con las lagrimas y las lagrimas con promesas que salían de sus labios y se perdían en el viento. Este fic participa en el reto #30 "parejas no consolidadas" del foro "Alas negras, palabras negras."
La muerte de Joanna. Dedicado a Sori.
A dor queima como o vinho descendo quente pela garganta.
Mares de desesperanza, mares de locuras, mares de muerte, mares de un nuevo comienzo. Tres personajes sin conexion alguna y su relacion con el mar.
This is the sixteenth fic in my one-word prompt series. Canon-verse Tywin/Sansa pairing, but an AU of Storm of Swords. No warnings on this one!
She knows how petty she's being but there's something about the Stark girl that fills her where Jaime created a void. She wants to consume her, destroy her, control her and she will have her, regardless of anything and anyone else.