Cuatro momentos, cuatro pequeñas historias de amor, correspondido o no, pero amor a fin de cuentas.

In the gigantic city of King's Landing, only one man stands between the people and those preying upon them: The Direwolf. But when he dies, someone has to take up the mantle and keep on fighting.

This is a selection of poems that expresses the inner feelings/thoughts/desires/etc. that the characters have left unsaid and/or have hidden away from the world and each other. Give them a try because you never know if you might like what you find.

Tres viñetas sobre la Batalla del Aguasnegras. Tres momentos antes de dejarlo todo atrás. Este relato participa en el reto #21 [The White Book] del foro "Alas negras, palabras negras". [Bronce]

His hands cupped her face, forcing those cold, dead eyes to look at him. There was not a single spark of recognition in them. She was so different; her hair was dark. Her skin was much paler and her bones more prominent beneath. She breathed slowly through dry, cracked lips and her face was blank. She looked at him, but she didn't know him. Not any more.

Before the Doom. When it is time to give a final tear to Baelar's death, Rhievya grieves her brother's departure, accepting fate that she would never marry, never be a mother, never please her family with an heir. "Baelar was a strong warrior, Baelar was the jewel of the family; the pride and joy of a generation, and yet... Baelar died, leaving Rhievya alone. "

Alors ce n'est absolument pas une fiction sur Game of Thrones, mais je ne parvient pas à mettre une autre catégorie... Pour ceux que ça interresse quand même, c'est un OS qui rend hommage à mon chat, décédé ce matin... Ce récit que j'ai écrit dans l'après-midi me tenait trop à coeur pour que je m'embête. Alors la catégorie ne correspond pas désolé!

When Sansa returns to Winterfell, she must take on the duties of Warden of the North until her brother Rickon comes of age. But the responsibilities of waging a war, running a keep, surviving the winter and keeping her bannermen's fealty mean that Sansa may have to give up Sandor. Can she be the Lady of Winterfell and still remain Sandor's little bird? Future fic. Sansa POV.

One shot, SanSan. Kind of fluffy, kind of suggestive, a lot of awesome. A look at what would cause Sandor to be Sansa's little spoon. Cuddles and suggestive themes.

None of the Stark children liked it when the one closest to them called them by their titles.

[Kit Harington/Richard Madden] Everything needs a first time. A first kiss, a first date. How were the first times of Richard and Kit? This lot of oneshots will show you!

Desperate to flee King's Landing and Joffrey's building cruelty, Sansa finds she has no choice left but to use the sole asset she has in order to get the help she needs. Beta-ed by the great Wildsky Sheri.

The story of Dragonstone's last defender. Warning: heavy spoilers for The Princess and the Queen.

Robb doesn't marry Jeyne Westerling. As he makes his way back to the Twins all the eligible Frey girls are anxiously anticipating who he will choose and swapping stories about him. Roslin hears that he is cruel and merciless and his direwolf tears out the throat of any that displease him.

"la fille du loup hurlera, et par la force de son cri, le Nord s'affranchira." Et si cette vieille légende changeait le destin de Robb Stark à jamais? Que se passerait-il? je sais, le résumer est nul. /!\ATTENTION SPOILER/!\ PREND EN COMPTE DES EVENEMENTS DE LA SAISON 1 [SUSPENDUE]

Smutty Oneshot. Arya and Gendry have a fight, and Arya knows just how to fix it. Disclaimer- I own nothing!

Así fue la primera vez que conoció a un príncipe, con el fuego corriendo en sus venas, sus labios embriagados de vino y sus ojos brillantes de las lágrimas que brotaron cuando escuchó la canción del príncipe de poemas. Historia alterna. One Shot. Terminado.

"If eight years ago, someone had told him he would be here, he would tell you right away that you were obviously lying, that he would be in the Stormlands or King's Landing, still chasing skirts, not living in the freaking North." Fill for the seventh day of Game of Ships of Ice and Fire Challenge - Huddling for Warmth

"Why don't you dance?" She was standing before him, hair framing her pretty face. She braced her hands on his knees and leaned towards him, her long hair falling to brush against his arms, her face close to his, eyes sparkling. "dance with me." Inspired by Raymond Carver's short story "Why Don't You Dance?"

Es un fic para el Amigo Invisible Navideño del foro Alas negras, palabras negras; que es Mariana (greenlilies) y que va sobre los Lannister y el momento en que TYrion llegó a este mundo. Sale Joanna Lannister, pero en la lista no aparece ¿Por qué el título en inglés? Porque en inglés me suena mejor y no sé, para hacer la gracia. Espero que os guste y Valar Morghulis!

As Dacey Mormont watched her home burn at the hands of Ironborn, she begged to any god that would listen to give her a chance at vengeance. Something heard her. Now she has her chance at revenge, but in bargains with gods, what we ask for often comes with a terrible price, and what we receive is rarely what we want.

It was clear to everyone that the poor boy was besotted with the Stark girl. Luckily for all parties involved, Uncle Oberyn comes to the rescue.

Sentimentos vêm para nos trazer novas sensações, doces emoções e um novo prazer. - A Bela e a Fera.

Flora of House Lordell is determined to be anything but a lady, wife, and mother. When she learns that Jon Snow is the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, she decides to run away from home and change her fate, for better or worse is yet to be determined. (I hope you don't mind that I added House Lordell. There's so many characters in ASOIAF I figured a couple more couldn't hurt)

Depois de muitos anos trabalhando como uma Sem Rosto, Arya Stark decide voltar para Westeros. Fic Arya x Gendry.