#asoiafrare

[an-artist-who-loves-got]

If you take requests. Could you draw Ned Stark x Petyr Baelish pairing. AU scenario idea where Wildling ! Ned steals himsef a Mockingbird.

Interesting idea, definitely had fun imagining this concept :)

#a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #asoiaf #got #fan art #asoiafrare #ned stark #petyr baelish #ned x petyr #wildling au

[sweetaprilbutterfly]

Arya Stark & Podrick Payne - Modern AU

#podrya #Arya x Podrick #podrick x arya #arya stark x podrick payne #podrick payne x arya stark #podrick payne #Arya Stark #aryastarkedit #asoiafrare #gotedit #asoiafedit #GoT #Game of Thrones #ASOIAF #my edits

[daenerys-daario]

a header i created for my new url : @daenerys-daario

#canondany #valyrianscrolls #asoiafedit #pureasoiaf #asoiaf rare pair #asoiafwomensource #daenerystargaryenedit #daenerys targaryen #daario naharis #targnation #asoiafrare #danydaario #edits #*c #*mine #here it is bruno.. hope you like it! <3

[fineosaur-writes]

We’ll All Be Here Forever | g | chapter two: jon i

a fic by @fineosaur and @stompandhollar

Jon learns a dizzying piece of news upon arriving in Winterfell, as his siblings slowly filter into their childhood home.

Over the years the Starks slowly find their way back to Winterfell. After Robb is the last to leave and first to return, more of his siblings filter back into their childhood home.

So much has changed, and yet so much is still the same. Between surviving their parents and adulthood, and their complicated romantic entanglements, the Starks find that their paths are easiest when they're together.

#WABHF #stark fic #jon snow #satin #jonsatin #arya stark #ned stark #robb stark #theon greyjoy #asoiaf fanfiction #asoiaf rarepairs #asoiafrare

[onthesandsofdreams]

Unexpected Knight

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire Pairing: Sansa x Domeric Bolton Rating: T Summary:  "My lady," it's a man's voice. When she opens her eyes she finds a young man, around Robb's age, dressed all in black and standing at a respectful distance from her. He has dark hair and eyes so pale that it makes for a startling look, it does not help that he is dressed in black head to toe. He says nothing, but bows to her. "Or should I say, Princess Sansa." Words: 1412 Notes: I’ve aged Sansa up for this fic to work. Prompt(s): 20.- ‘There is only us’ from @fictober-event  and from this prompt from @asoiafrarepairs

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Sansa only feels free in the Godswood of the Red Keep.

She can feel the walls inside closing in on her, a deep sense of sadness and dread that have her gasping for air. But here, in the sight of her Gods, of the same Gods her father worshipped, she feels safe and sound.

Her eyes are closed, but snap open in alert when she hears some quick steps coming her way. Frantically, she looks for something to defend herself with should it be necessary, but finds nothing. Closing her eyes, she sends a quick prayer to the Old Gods and the New that whomever it is, it not be Joffrey or Queen Cersei.

"My lady," it's a man's voice. When she opens her eyes she finds a young man, around Robb's age, dressed all in black and standing at a respectful distance from her. He has dark hair and eyes so pale that it makes for a startling look, it does not help that he is dressed in black head to toe. He says nothing, but bows to her. "Or should I say, Princess Sansa."

That makes her blink, no one in King's Landing will acknowledge that Robb has been declared a King beyond to make a mockery of it. But this man says it with the reverence a King's sister is due. "You have me at disadvantage, ser, for I do not know your name."

The man bows again, "Forgive me, Princess. I am Domeric Bolton. A loyal man to your brother, King Robb."

Her heart skips a beat for a moment, "Truly?"

"Truly my Princess, look." Domeric says and from the inside of his jerkin, he pulls two things, one is the emblem of the Boltons, the other makes tear fill her eyes. A letter from her mother.

She reads the letter quickly, and realizes that she is standing in front of her betrothed. A betrothal her mother made in a desperate attempt to get her away from King's Landing. Her hands shake when she is finished with the letter. "Thank you, ser." She gives him a watery smile. "You have renewed my faith. But I am afraid that you only found half of us. My sister has been missing since the day our father was executed."

Domeric frowns, "So, there is only us?"

"Aye, my Lord."

"Then, it is better that we make haste. Tell my Princess, do you have something that you do not wish to part?"

She shakes her head no, the idea and promise of going home is too alluring to weep for the things that would make her go back to her jail. "I do not. If you wish it so, we could leave right now."

"Then we shall," Domeric says. "Come then, my Princess, my men are waiting in a safe place and I have procured you hair dye so we can get away as far as we can without people identifying your lovely hair."

She stands, and for the first time in months she lifts her chin. "Lead on, Ser."

And Domeric does.

She whispers prayers to the Gods as they make a quick escape to a where Domeric's men are waiting. She prays for safety, she prays for an escape, she prays for no one notice she is gone until they are well beyond the city gates.

Safe among the sons of the North that have accompanied Domeric, she allows herself a few tears. Orders hot water for a bath so she can dye her hair and as soon as they have eaten something, they will be on their way. The dye is brown and she hates that she doesn't look like herself, but if this dye means freedom, she will tolerate it.

After she is ready and they all have eaten something, Domeric gives the order. She is safely sitting atop her own horse and they make their ways to the city gates. That is when she holds her breath and prays again. To her surprise, Domeric has it all under control and the gates open much quicker than what she could have predicted.

They ride, long and as hard as Domeric think she will handle it. They ride until the sun sets and only then does Domeric give the order to stop.

"Forgive me, Princess, but we must put as much distance as we can. We will ride again in a few hours, so please, rest as much as you can."

She takes his hand in hers, "There is nothing to forgive, Domeric. I understand, and I insist that you call me Sansa, we are to be wedded, after all."

Domeric's blush is easy to spot thanks to his pale skin. "As you wish... Sansa."

She beams at him. Who would have thought that a Bolton would one day rescue a Stark? Not her, but it strikes her as romantic and worthy of a song. Perhaps she and Domeric would have one.

And that is how they make their way to Maidenpool.

"Why is it that we are not heading to Riverrun proper," she asks once.

"Because your lady mother gave instructions to take you straight North. We could not safely board a ship from the King's Landing, but she arranged for a ship from Maidenpool to White Harbor."

And once more, she feels tears come to her eyes, her mother had not abandoned her. Her mother had not forgotten her, and now, Domeric and his men had come to get her. Yes, her price was to be her hand in marriage, but so far, she has seen little to complain about. He not another Joffrey, for that, she is thankful. "Very well."

*

The Gods seem to be smiling down to them, for they make it to Maidenpool and board their ship without troubles.

"Tell me, Domeric. How was it to live in the Vale?"

Domeric smiles, "Quite an adventure, I became good friends with Lord Redfort's sons. They became like brothers to me." Then, he grows serious. "But I must ask, Princess, why is that you flinch whenever a knight comes near you."

She inhales sharply, she had hoped that he had not noticed! In the end, she looks away and whisper, "Joffrey had me beat, every time Robb won a battle. In front of the whole court."

A beat of silence, then, an angry snarl comes from Domeric. Something so at odds as to what he has been so far, she near flinches. "That bastard! I wish I had known... Had I known I would have shown that bastard what my house words mean."

"And I'm glad you didn't," she says firmly. "Because it is likely that we would not be here now. I am safe, and I trust your honor to see me safe to White Harbor."

Domeric's face is still in a frozen snarl, but then, he gathers himself and nods sharply at her. Then, to her surprise, he kneels in front of her. "And I give you my world, Sansa. You will never have anything to fear from me. This I swear, to the Old Gods and the New."

She extends a hand and cups his cheek, "I believe you, Domeric. I do."

"And I shall strive to never let you down, Sansa and be worthy of your hand."

"You already are."

*

When they first spot White Harbor, she finally feels completely safe. Because this is the North, this is home. And Joffrey is so very far away and cannot hurt her. And should he try, she had no doubt that Domeric would have something to say about it.

That is when she makes her decision, "I would wed you in White Harbor," she tells him. And she means it, for during this time with him, she has found Domeric to be a true knight, someone who will not stand for her to be hurt. Someone who sings the songs she asks of him and someone whose desire she can almost see in his eyes. Good thing she wants him too.

"If you are certain, I'll speak with Lord Manderley."

"I am certain Domeric. I would be your lady and gladly so."

Two months into their stay at White Harbor, they exchange vows. Robb sends his congratulations and much to her surprise, her mother manages to come to see her wed. And while she misses her father, she is sure that he is watching as they exchange vows in front of the Heart Tree.

#fictober22 #sansa x domeric #sansa stark #domeric bolton #domeric x sansa #asoiaf fic #asoiaf #au: canon divergence #asoiafrare

[westerosoliviapope]

"What the bloody hell is this?"

She was in her dressing room at Storm's End, fresh after a bout vomiting when Renly stormed in that morning, shirtless with pajama pants slung low on his sculpted torso, holding the ultrasound photo as if it burned his fingers.

She pulled her Ralph Lauren sheath off the hanger. It would do quite nicely. Especially with her gold stag brooch. "A boy," she sang. "Doesn't that speck on the bottom look like a penis? How do you feel about Orys Gwayne?"

"Stop fucking around, Margaery. What have you done?"

"What I always do. Make you look good."

"I told you no procedures. It can't get out that I can't—"

"I didn't have a procedure."

For all the whispers of her husband being an empty-headed action figure, he was a stellar mathematician. His eyes squinted in recognition, even as he growled his denial. "You didn't."

"What?" Margaery blinks innocently. "Get a proper fuck for the first time in gods know when with the bonus of a little blue-eyed, black-haired Baratheon in my belly? I most certainly did."

And gods, was it transcendent. His size. His stamina. Edric Storm was Stag, through and through.

#margaery tyrell #renly baratheon #renly x margaery #renly x loras #edric storm #margaery x edric #asoiafrare #modern margaery tyrell #modern renly baratheon #modern got #modern game of thrones #modern asoiaf au #modern asoiaf #modern asoiaf fanfic #modern westeros #scandal westeros

[ivashkovadrian]

@asoiafsnet event 11 | love is in the air

️Arianne Martell x Daemon Sand Of all the knights in Dorne, why did my father choose this one to be my shield? He knows our history.

#asoiafedit #valyrianscrolls #martelledit #dorneedit #bookedit #litedit #literatureedit #arianne martell #daemon sand #house martell #asoiaf #asoiafsnet #valyriansource #asoiafrare #pureasoiaf #dailynovels #asoiaf fancast #myedits* #edit*: gifset #book: asoiaf #SURPRISE i chose arianne x daemon for this (it is not a surprise) #that color combination was accidental and yet... #is my fav quote of theirs the one in the 3rd gif? absolutely. and what about it.

[saerras]

here’s my favourite asoiaf rare pair aemond/baela that no one asked for and I drew basically only for myself because I love them

#asoiaf #asoiaf fanart #aemond targaryen #baela targaryen #this is an au later after the war where both survived and fell in love #asoiafrare

[lunaathorne]

favourite sapphic ships ♥️: elia martell and lyanna stark (asoiaf)

"we are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. that is our great glory, and our great tragedy."

#asoiafedit #asoiafsnet #dornedaily #wlwnet #asoiafrare #preasoiafsource #elia martell #lyanna stark #elia x lyanna #dorne #house martell #house stark #mimimakes #meme: sapphics #asoiaf #gotedit #got #usertejal #useriulia #ladystarks #userzelle #userricha #tuserpaula #otp: all the drowsy metaphors about women and fruit #pink // #food // #hands //

[nocapesdahling]

Ships Series: Sansa Stark x Oberyn Martell

Oberyn was different than any other man Sansa had encountered, whether in King’s Landing or before. He had promised to take her to Dorne and he had kept that promise. He had promised to love her and he had kept that promise.

Sometimes, when she looked at Oberyn, she wondered what her father might have thought. He had promised her someone ‘brave, gentle, and strong’. Oberyn was older than her true, but he wore his years well and he was certainly brave. He had taken the Mountain’s head after making him confess to his crimes against his sister. He was also gentle. Oberyn treated her the way she had always dreamed as a girl. She would never forget his smile when the lemon tree he had planted for her outside their window began to bear fruit, or his elation when she had told him she was pregnant. He was strong too, one of the strongest men she had known in both character and prowess. He had also never used that strength to hurt her, like so many men had before him.

She had never regretted taking his hand that day in the Red Keep. He was hers and she was his till the end of their days.

#asoiafrare #oberyn x sansa #Sansa stark x Oberyn martell #Sansa x Oberyn #sanberyn #Sansa stark #oberyn martell #game of thrones #asoiaf #got #dorne makes everything better #dorne #ships #ships series #gotedit #tvshowedit #nocapesdahling #nocapeswriting #aesthetic #my edit #not my photos #I had the need to make something for this pairing because I love them and the writing was just my brainstorming #a kind of what if Oberyn took Sansa to Dorne #thank you to all the wonderful authors out there that made me fall in love with these two #I also love ellaria in this pairing too so maybe I’ll make another aesthetic #unedited writing

[ladystarks]

AU where Brienne swears her heart and her sword to Daenerys Targaryen, and together they blaze a fiery trail across Westeros.

for @asoiafrarepairs Targaryen Weekend

#asoiafrare #brienne of tarth #daenerys targaryen #brienne x daenerys #daenerys x brienne #danybri #mine #my edit #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #gotedit #iheartgot #gotladies

[fineosaur]

the lord commander and his steward.

#partially posted on my sideblog but it felt wasted so here's more obscure jonsatin aesthetics #i know its here are more but i was lazy to correct my tag #jonsatin #jon x satin #jon snow #satin #asoiafrare #asoiaf rarepairs #can you tell that i choose tamino solely for his little earring cause i do #he's also got the soft looks #raniyah's shit

[strangelock221b]

The first chapter of The Heart of the Hand is up now!

#brynden rivers #alysanne stark #brynden x alysanne #canon era #asoiaf #bloodraven #asoiafrare

[daenerys-daario]

☘ memories of rhaegar ☘ »   [2/?]

Many a night she had watched Prince Rhaegar in the hall, playing his silver-stringed harp with those long, elegant fingers of his. Had any man ever been so beautiful? He was more than a man, though. His blood was the blood of old Valyria, the blood of dragons and gods. When she was just a little girl, her father had promised her that she would marry Rhaegar. She could not have been more than six or seven. "Never speak of it, child," he had told her, smiling his secret smile that only Cersei ever saw. "Not until His Grace agrees to the betrothal. It must remain our secret for now." And so it had, though once she had drawn a picture of herself flying behind Rhaegar on a dragon, her arms wrapped tight about his chest. When Jaime had discovered it she told him it was Queen Alysanne and King Jaehaerys.

#targnation #rhaegar targaryen #valyrianscrolls #asoiafedit #targaryenedit #targaryensource #preasoiafsource #rhaegartargaryenedit #selfishasoiafwomen #cerseilannisteredit #asoiafsnet #pureasoiaf #cersei lannister #house targaryen #asoiafrare #rareasoiaf #rhaegar x cersei #asoiaf #preasoiaf #*c #*mine #*mor #gifs #cersei drawing rhaegar and her and claiming that its jae and aly to jaime.. #..is one of my favourite bits of cersei characterisation

[fineosaur-writes]

pieces of you stuck on me  | e | rickon x lyanna 

chapter fourteen : to have me crystallised 

“Hey,” Arya stopped her.

“Hey,” Lyanna replied with a smile.

“Is my brother okay?” Arya asked.

Her tone held sincerity. Arya was always a sweet person, she knew her to be, though she could be frightful when she needed to be. Rickon fluttered on the same rhythm. Gendry was right when he said it. They make up for it in personality.

“Is something wrong with him?”

Arya adjusted her posture. “I just haven’t seen him in a while,” Arya stated. She left into the office with a smile.

#rickon x lyanna #rickon stark #lyanna mormont #lyckon #asoiafrare #atypical-asoiaf #asoiaf fanfiction #gendry x arya #gendrya #gendry #arya stark #my writing #my fics #fineosaur

[onthesandsofdreams]

Sunday Six, Maekar x Berena - Sharing a dessert

Maekar had to admit that Berena's selection when it came to the dessert was exquisit.

They currently were both enjoying a shared chamomile tiramisu. "This is delicious," he admits.

Berena gives him a knowing look, "I know, I love eating things with flowers and this is one of the best examples of floral flavors that I've tasted outside of my kitchen."

"And I hope you know that now I'm eager to taste your own creations, Berena," He says and he's not lying, he'd never given a thought at cooking or baking with flowers.

Berena dips her spoon in the tiramisu, cuts a piece and offers it to him, "And you shall, dear, you shall."

#berena x maekar #maekar x berena #berena stark #maekar targaryen #pre asoiaf fic #pre asoiaf #rareasoiaf #asoiafrare #established relationship #au: modern westeros #six sentence sunday