A tale of our favourite star-crossed lovers, if that is what you believe, from when they met to the moments before death. A tale of joy and woe and everything in between. Taking R L J, slightly AUish due to ages but other than that mostly cannon, with my own take on it.

Lyanna convinces her brother to take the throne for her son with the help of a Spider, a young Lion and a Rose by marriage, tries to make peace with the Sun and Spear and lives her life in the shadows of a prophecy by choice.

Sonara is the eldest Stark daughter and she wished she wasn't. She was told all her life she would marry a lord and become a dutiful wife unlike her brothers who got any real responsibility. When the opportunity to be betrothed to Joffrey and become Queen one day arises she starts her journey to become the woman with real power she always wanted to become.

The first time Mellario of Norvos heard the story of Larra Rogare and her Westerosi prince was during Mellario's own courtship with her Dornish prince.

Un pequeño regalo a mi amiga invisible Kata . Del foro "Alas negras, palabras negras". Ninguno de los personajes me pertenece, todo es obra de George R.R. Martín.

Quien busca lo que no debe, se entera de lo que no quiere. Tyrion nunca buscó. Supone que ser inteligente a veces conlleva sus desventajas.

Porque cuando el ritual comienza, sólo son ellos dos, Cersei y Jaime; Jaime y Cersei, la otra mitad, el final de todo. **Regalo del AI; del "Alas Negras, Palabras Negras" para Hardlove.

'Myrcella ignores her trembling fingers and unties her cloak, slipping it off of her slender shoulders until she is left before her lord husband in a sheer nightgown. With as much confidence as she can muster, Myrcella looks the King in the eye and says, "Take off your clothes."'

Baila. Una mano tendida, el brazo desnudo flotando hacia él. Lo toca, lo acaricia, lo provoca. Da vueltas, riendo, deslizándose de sus dedos como gota de agua, se aleja, las caderas girando, el cabello cayendo al vuelo, innovación y energía desplegada en todo su ser. —4º Amigo Invisible del foro "Alas Negras, Palabras Negras". Con mucho amor y nervios, para ti, TentaculoTerapeuta.

Brienne y Jaime. Jaime y Brienne. Cinco momentos de su vida en ese momento en el que sus caminos se cruzaron y tuvieron que viajar juntos. Este fic participa en el Amigo Invisible del foro Alas negras, palabras negras.

History is written by those who win. A lesson Jon Snow, and the rest of Westeros is about to learn. This fiction is completely finished, new chapters will be added every Sunday.

Ashes to rain, you feel no pain

Por primera vez en su vida, Cercei Lannister, no deseo la muerte de sus enemigos, sino la suya propia. Allí, sucia, agitada y recostada contra una pared, de cuatro que habían.

No hay nada tan peligroso como una serpiente y ellas son cuatro. Todas diferentes entre sí, pero que conservan la misma raiz: Oberyn Martell.

Nadie escribe canciones sobre ellos, nadie nunca sabe de su relación. Solo las estrellas son testigos del amor que Arthur Dayne y Elia Martell se profesan desde Lanza del Sol hasta el final de sus días. Para Patty.

The Starks are all back in Winterfell but their lives are not what they once were; and all the siblings seem equally fascinated by how even Jon and Arya's relationship has changed drastically.

Es solo que una melodía lánguida y unas palabras nostálgicas no alcanzan si quiera a esbozar la verdad tras los acontecimientos históricos, sin dejar que se vea el impacto real de las decisiones de estas personas convertidas en leyendas.

A mysterious force transports Sansa back in time. Can she cast her past into a new mold? Written for Mullu's prompt on the SanSan Russian Roulette at the SansaxSandor LJ community

Set 100 years after the Andals invasion, Willem Ashell begins his journey

It's been two years since she's seen his smile through more than pictures on Facebook or heard his laugh through more than phone calls that lost connection too easily. Since she's been able to smile or laugh back at him. And now that they're both back, Arya must finally settle a whole lifetime of feelings that have gone unresolved for far too long. Written for Gendrya Week 2015.

Arya and her family were driving down to King's Landing, when they decided to stop for the night. And in the middle of the Riverlands, there was no place better than the Inn at the Crossroads. For SandyD12. Fill for Arya and Gendry Week 2015 (Midnight, Wet, Nervous and Heat)

Bueno, esta es una historia en un futuro dónde ya han pasado 4 años desde el comienzo del verano. Es un mundo paralelo y me dejo muchas cosas en el tintero y personajes, pero por ahora es lo único que me ha salido. Espero que os guste y si no, disculpadme por mis errores.

Jeyne Poole lo ha perdido todo, pero eso no significa que deba perder la esperanza de encontrar a Theon. Sansa ya no cree en amor, no cree en los caballeros... ¿podrá Sandor Clegane devolverle la fé? Mis cuatro personajes favoritos de la saga, en una historia paralela ¿Funcionara? Esperemos que si.

En el entierro algunas mujeres de la corte lloraba, pero no Cersei. La gente podía murmurar lo que quisiera. Si era cierto que el rey Robert de la casa Baratheon primero de su nombre, rey de los ándalos y señor de los siete reinos no era más que un mamarracho gordo para la reina, pero ella no lloraba porque una dama de su categoría no mostraba debilidad frente a las casas menores.

A dragon shall arise from the smokes and ruins of Old Valyria. He will carve a path of fire to Westeros, burning everything in its wake. And when the blood of a faceless maiden seeps through Dawn, the old empire shall rule once again. This is a remake of the first one I posted. I had to make some changes. A Song of Fire and Ice belongs to GRRM only! He's the man