Sansa went on, "How about you? Is summerwine still your favourite?" Summerwine? Jon frowned, grasping at the wisps of air in his mind. All of them kept floating away. He looked at Sansa's upper lip instead, moistened by ale and cradling a small wistful smile. "I remember," Jon decided. "I still like summerwine." Post-Resurrection AU.
Ned had only wanted iced drinks to save his soul from the utter hell that was southron summer, yet somehow here he was, sitting on a pavement in King's Landing and getting dating advice from Cersei Lannister. In which Ned and Cersei are reluctant friends.
Doran thought of Mother. He could already hear her laugh and feel her firm hand on his shoulder, but the memory was never enough when it came to the vibrancy, the sheer volume, of Mother's presence.
"In the beginning," Shella told the pomegranate she was arranging, "Harrenhal was ruined. It all started there. It was ruined for the realm to be born." "No," Minisa laughed, playfully sprinkling Shella's face with the water for Minisa's flowers. "No. Everything started with a beam of sunlight."
House Stark shortly before the Targaryen Conquest. "The Kings of Winter never die, say the smallfolk. The Kings of Winter only grow as old as they can until the night, and then come morning they turn young again. But they are always there, with their greatsword and their direwolf. The Stark kings are as eternal as their stronghold Winterfell."
A woman just wanting to bathe in a lake, inadvertent nudity, and a reeling fugitive. With lots of cake. Or, Helga meets Rowena Ravenclaw for the first time.
"Rhaegar is dead," Elia told Lady Lyanna. "The rebellion did not win, but its leaders remain. I am asking you to help me stabilise the realm." Or, a kinder song for the Sun of Dorne and the Wolf Maid.
There is only one ring on Myrcella's right hand, around her thumb so as not to impede her writing: onyx set on deep gold, the Baratheon colours. Her hair is bright enough for summer. After all, Myrcella thinks to herself, she is Father's and Mother's daughter.
Lyanna Stark is a busy twenty-two year old: she has a degree to finish, a Year Two son to watch cartoons with, a best friend with whom she has friendship bracelets made, and a someone she has met on a train.
Cersei finds herself in a group of ladies - and some men - that Prince Rhaegar has whisked away to ensure a prophecy. Nobody had the courtesy to inform her that the Stark girl can be mischievously attractive.
The Wizarding World long thought that Lavender Brown had died. Padma just wants to wear her favourite red cloak and bring cake to Cho's retreat cottage, so of course she runs into Lavender Brown in the Muggle world.
Margaery knows that her Sansa does want for things to be nice and pretty. For the Round 11 of valar-morekinks with the prompt: "two characters from the books to have a gay or lesbian encounter."
For the Round 10 of valar-morekinks, with the prompt: Ghost Lyanna: Ever since Jon can remember, Lya has always been there for him. She's there to hug him when Jon is reminded he is a bastard. She sneaks him treats when he does well in his training or studies but isn't praised like Robb is. But no one else seems to know who she is.
His retreating back sparked the fury in Jeyne. "Yes, go to your peace, my lord!" she shouted after him. Another ache forked through her, so painful that her thighs trembled and she had to blink tears from her eyes. Tytos opened her doors to slip out. "All I ask is for you to not let House Lannister drown!" Jeyne and Tytos argue shortly after Tygett's birth.
All families have secrets. Featuring Tommen as the innocent young (miss) maester who is assigned to Winterfell, where there are three important rules. One of them is not to venture to the cellars on the nights when the moon is full.
For the Round 9 valar-morekinks prompt on livejournal: "Robb and Renly support Stannis instead of going for King themselves. Balon and Tywin are quickly defeated. Joffrey dies, Tommen is sent to the wall. Myrcella and Cersei exiled with nothing to their names and surviving Lannister forced not to help them. How do they fare?"
"Lord Tywin Lannister is our liege lord," Father had said, after a long list of things that Melara ought to remember. "We serve our liege lord and his family to the best of our abilities, and they govern and protect. Sometimes, even reward us. Take care that you never give them cause to punish us."
Sansa makes postcards. Margaery makes bouquets. They need to stop making their lives a constant art project. For the valar-morekinks prompt: "Sansa/Margaery Modern Muse AU: I would love to read something that has Margaery being some kind of muse to Sansa. Sansa could be a fashion designer, photographer, musician, author, or a painter."
Sansa makes postcards. Margaery makes bouquets. They need to stop making their lives a constant art project. For the valar-morekinks prompt: "Sansa/Margaery Modern Muse AU: I would love to read something that has Margaery being some kind of muse to Sansa. Sansa could be a fashion designer, photographer, musician, author, or a painter." (Shares same universe w How Else To Say It.)
For the valar-morekinks prompt on livejournal: "Rhaeneys follows in her father's footsteps when she and Sansa run away together to the free cities so they can be with each other . Both ladies left a letter to their famalies so that their absence wouldn't spark the embers of another rebellion."
Law student Margaery begins dating fresher Tommen. But for his father's nameday party with family and friends, it isn't the introduction of Margaery as his girlfriend that becomes the topic.
Luna finds herself adequately occupied by a lot of many things in 1999: newly discovered Muggle music, helping out with Quidditch exercise, and being as happy as best as she could.
A considerable amount of things are unexpected and rather incomprehensible after 1998: Draco Malfoy's career choice, courting decision, and rabid subscription to The Daily Prophet.