'Val snorts with laughter, and after a little while she flips her long blonde curls and informs Ygritte loudly that "that freaky sketcher bloke keeps looking at you."' J/Y modern AU.

Rhaenys no es temperamental y siempre prefiere discutir sobre el asunto, Visenya arrasa todo a su paso con fuego y sangre. Su hermana no enciende la lujuria de su esposo como ella sabe hacerlo pero igual así, Aegon la sigue prefiriendo. Este fic participa del Reto #20 "Una Casa, Un Personaje" del Foro "Alas Negras, Palabras Negras".

Jaime struggles in bringing Brienne comfort. (Rated M because of past sexual assault content, not described)

Pensamientos de Walder Frey durante la Boda Roja. "Este fic participa del Reto #20 Una casa, un personaje del Foro Alas Negras, Palabras Negras".

Renly and Loras' story. From the very beginning to the bitter end.

Los lobos han sido apaleados, humillados y traicionados por ultima vez. Los Lobos están sedientos de sangre, los lobos quieren cobrar lo que se le a deuda después de todo... el norte nunca olvida.

Rhaella has a dream of the future.

Gris contra azul. El gris representa al cielo nublado, la tristeza y desesperanza, el ocultamiento del sol. El azul es vida, brillo, plenitud, la esperanza de un nuevo dia, el después de la tormenta. Jon es gris, Sansa azul.

Septa Mordane and Sansa both had one rule. One simple rule; don't kiss anyone who isn't betrothed to you. Arya stark didn't break the rule. She smashed it with a hammer into shards when she met Gendry again. [slightly AU]

Drabble - Myrcella/Robb

Drabbles - Myrcella/Gendry

Even in the Hands of True and Honorable Men, History are often distorted to serve a purpose. I am the voice of the Vanquished, the conscience of the Conquered and the soul of the Besmirched, the Villainous Sideshows in the Grand Game of Thrones.

"Life is not a song, sweetling. Someday you may learn that, to your sorrow." -GRR Martin An alternate look at post-rebellion Westeros through the eyes of younger daughter's. The Game changes as new piece are moved across the board. Includes arranged marriages and will eventually continue into canon timeline.

Stannis/Asha Regency AU

Two vastly different people who are both dealing with what they want out of life and what they'll actually get, stumble into each others lives and find more than they excepted. Together they experience friendship, love, drug problems, and awkward moments - because love isn't a simple thing that comes easily to everyone. Modern AU.

Catelyn was proud of Robb, without a doubt. And nothing had prepared her to se that scene when she entered his room. Jon/Robb. English is NOT my first language, sorry by any stupid mistake.

Catelyn Tully never wished for his death. She thought that she could come to love the wily Brandon Stark. But now she would never know. With war and death creeping its way throughout Westeros, she must quickly marry Eddard Stark and produce an heir. Love is for the songs, but war brings the passion out in everyone. Cat must do her duty as a Tully.

Sansa is terrified that King Joffrey will be wanting her soon, but she cannot bear the thought of him being her first. She thinks of who she would rather give herself too. She is shocked to find her decision is only too easy. [SansaXSandor] (Hiatus)

Renly, el Rey en Altojardín, tiene mucho en lo que pensar y mucho qué hacer para conseguir su corona, pero... ¿Qué ocurre cuándo todos los planes se tuercen y lo pierdes todo? Esta historia no habla de la muerte, habla del adiós.

He might be the Sword of the Morning, the famed knight of the Kingsguard but during his time in the Tower of Joy, Ser Arthur Dayne is mercilessy reminded of what he once was. He will keep his oath, yet he cannot help but judge.

"Encontraremos tesoros ancestrales de los que ningún mortal ha posado los ojos, monedas, copas, coronas digna de un rey; mis palabras y mi oro nos llevaran hasta los confines del mundo conocido, no la creencia en un nombre. Solo tienen que creer en mí, y en cambio, yo creeré en ustedes; compartiremos el agua y el vino como familia. Nada nos tocará."

La pequeña sabía que estaba manchada, que su rostro delataba su pecado, que nadie la querría jamás. Este relato participa en el reto 20 del foro "Alas negras, palabras negras" [Una casa, un personaje] [Bronce]

El se preguntaba quien era en realidad, quien fue y quien sera.

Las aguas se volvieron tornasoladas, de un rojo fuego, como sangre, como la muerte. Este relato participa en el reto 20 [Una casa, un personaje] del foro Alas Negras, Palabras Negras [Plata]

He'll call me "little sister" and muss my hair / He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird's nest