How Sandor Clegane became The Hound, and how saving a little bird might save him. The story went down with the emails, so I put it back up.

(Spoilers up to the end of Game of Thrones) Sansa has dinner with Queen Cersei and endures her taunts, keeping her armour carefully in place. Underneath she dreams of Robb's coming and of revenge.

Some things that happen are unavoidable, but occasionally, it can be hard to remember that. Sometimes all she can do when everything stops is think about the boy who was her friend.

Sometimes when we read great books, we wish we could simply jump into a story to warn our favorite character of an impending mistake, reunite tragically separated loves, or even to enact righteous revenge by tripping an antagonist down a particularly tall staircase. But what if things didn't work out as planned? As the saying goes, "the road to hell is paved with good intentions."

Tiene unos músculos que Arianne fantasearía con acariciar, un cabello que Tyene gustaría de tocar, los ojos profundos que inquietarían a Nymeria y la entereza que caracteriza a Sarella. Pero a mí, lo que me gusta es su modo de bailar.

Lord Roose Bolton nunca daba más de lo indispensable. En batalla, en las relaciones como amante... no lo sabré yo. ·Desafío para Myownqueen.

Muchas cosas pueden pasar. Una mirada puede llevar a un momento apasionado... Y Robb Stark lo sabe muy bien. Drabble para el reto #10 del foro "Alas Negras, Palabras Negras", Robb/Dany

Para Stannis la traicion era algo que se debia pagar con una dura pena, pero jamas penso que la traicion iba a venir de ella, su confidente.

"There's then, and there's now. Some people like to live in the then, but I like to live in the now. Because right now, it means that I'm here with you, and I'm yours and you're mine. Forever."-AU one-shot where Gendry and Arya escape the war and Westeros to go to Braavos. Kinda implicit sex, but you'll know it's sex. R&R it makes me very happy

Porque el hecho de que haya corrido demasiada agua bajo el puente , no significa que se deba dejar de lado el amor. Pero tiene que ser asi , suave. Drabble de Tyrion y Tysha, sobre lo que podría ser.

"Without a hand for you to hold, and without a cheek for me to kiss, who are we, really?" "Crippled, maimed, but free." Jaime thinks taking Brienne to Tarth to get married is a good idea, because all he wants is to keep her safe. She, on the other hand, is determined to remain in danger. Sansa rescues Margaery from the fate of King's Landing.

Todo gran caudillo surge de algún lugar. Este fic participa en el reto casas de poniente del foro se acerca el invierno y todos los personajes pertenecen a Martin.

Una vez más, Selyse Florent no había sido capaz de darle un hijo vivo a su marido. Y como siempre, se veía obligada a pedir que lo volviesen a intentar... tan solo una vez más.

Brienne finds Sansa in the Vale and pledges herself to help avenge her brother and mother. Sansa takes the title she has inherited from her brother. Woe to any Freys, Boltons or Lannisters in the path of the Queen in the North. AU (obviously). A healthy dose of SanSan. You see Sansa be a badass. Basically just a whole lot of vengeance.

Drabble. Sansa and Sandor meet again. Post series. / Don't be afraid to tell how shitty it is. Tell me if I should keep writing or bury myself under a pile of black sheets

Sansa thought a bath and a clean dress was just what she needed.

Written for nerdling1 for comment fic meme prompt on LJ-Ned realizes in Winterfell that the Hound has no love for Joff, and that despite his gruff demeanor, is actually a man of integrity. After Robert proposes marriage between Sansa and Joff, Ned asks Sandor to vow to protect Sansa while in KL. Reviews are love, hope you enjoy it :)

Balon Swann es un caballero de la Guardia Real en toda la extensión de la palabra, encadenado no solo a proteger, sino también a obedecer para resguardar la paz del que juró defender. Venganza por su princesa y por su hermano juramentado, es lo que le impulsa a recorrer Dorne sin rumbo con una extraña acompañante que lo quiere muerto.

My tribute to Arya Stark of Winterfell:

Historia pedida por Elia Greyback como DESAFIO! para el foro Alas Negras Palabras Negras. Dedicado a mis fuentes de inspiración: Athena, maria, khaleesi, la serie Los Tudor, mis followers y la gente del foro. Espero que os guste y que no me haya pasado en exceso. Espero que os guste

Sansa Stark is no longer the smiling, polite girl who blushed over the old Prince Joffrey or who stammered and curtseyed in front of the former Queen Cersei. She no longer wishes for fancy ballgowns and sits and painstakingly sews, she no longer recites songs of knights and ladies and honour, no longer giggles over shirtless Ser's. QueenoftheNorth! Sansa

My humble effort to complete the saga of the Ice and Fire, really just something to do while waiting for The Winds of Winter, of which this is my 'fan' version, if you will.

Nymeria was in heat and all the male wolves went mad. Even Ghost hadn't been able to ignore his primal instincts but when Jon saw the she-wolf thru Ghost's eyes he couldn't ignore how she reminds him of Arya. He wondered if it was just the wolves or if he had gone mad as well.

It was something terribly boring. It used to be and it still was. The game was the last thing Loras would do - Renly/Loras

Good Joffrey! Got your attention? Basically this is 'what if Robert had Joffrey fostered by Ned? The result is a somewhat decent Joffrey, who regards the Starks as his family, genuinely loves Sansa, is at odds with his mother who only wants (what she perceives as) what's best for him. Despite this, all hell breaks loose anyways. *Using tv show ages, to make story flow better.