A/N: first game of thrones fic so be kind and review. These are completely unrelated prompts that have been swimming in my mind the last few days.

Jon Snow ( General)

Jon often thinks how things could be different. How he would be different. For as long as he can remember he had always thought that he was a stark; with honor for armor and ice for blood. Now he knows better. He knows who he is. He may still be a bastard, still a snow, but now he knows that in his veins there is fire and blood ; blood of the dragon. Ice, Fire, and Blood, a combination that no king in Westeros can match.

Jon/Arya sibling relationship

As they both stand at the edge of the wall, he wonders how they got here. He voices his thoughts.

'' Only the gods know how we ended up here Jon. If there are any gods.''

Something tightens in his chest as he looks at her, '' you don't believe in the gods anymore? Old or new?''

She laughs then and it is hollow, '' Do you?'' he looks into her eyes, really looks; he can see hundreds of lifetimes pass through her eyes. A million different choices; a million paths that could have been taken, and when he is brought back to reality he finally realizes something.

'' I do, you and I are still alive and there is always tomorrow.'' She turns to him them and cups his cheek, '' Oh my brother if only I had your faith.''

Arya/Dany friendship

They both see each other as equals, she supposes. They are both mothers of beasts and both have commanded in battle; her in the north and she, a khalasar and now six kingdoms.

'' Can I not convince you to stay in the south?'' The dragon queen sips her southern wine delicately and Arya just smiles.

'' The north is in my blood your highness, as the dragons are in yours.'' Dany nods in understanding.

Arya/Sansa sibling relationship

Bran had taken back Winterfell and Arya is never more grateful to be back home. To be someone again; to be Arya Stark of Winterfell. Bran does not expect Arya to dress like a lady or act like a lady, which Arya is grateful for, but Sansa still insists on brushing Arya's hair every night before bed. This routine is done in silence until one night Sansa breaks it.

'' All those years that we thought you were dead, where did you go? What did you do?'' She has never spoken about it; she's rather forget that she used to be no one. Arya meets her sister's eyes in the mirror and gently takes the brush away from her.

'' I did the same as you sister; I survived. By whatever means necessary.

Arya (General)

Arya looked at her reflection and then at her hands which are covered in Roose Bolton's blood. 'The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword' She had passed sentence on Roose Bolton a long time ago and now she had taken his head. She had her brothers and sister back, she had Winterfell back. Now as she kneeled before the spring in the Godswood she washed her hands of the blood that had stained it over the years, and cried.

Arya (General)

She sits with the lords of the North stuck between Theon and Robb. Everyone is on their way to getting drunk; except for her. She watches and listens as the laughter gets louder and louder.

Theon taps her on her shoulder, '' after this victory they shall call you the wolf maiden of the north.'' She laughs.

'' Now Theon you know that's untrue. You know I am no maid.'' She hears Robb choke on his wine and she just tips her head back and laughs.