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[sticky post] 200 Words Or Less Drabbles: SanSan

01. Timing
02. Wolf
03. XOver
04. Music
05. Dream
07. Fire
08. Flowers
09. Memory
10. Surprise
11. Destiny
12. Kiss
13. Cake
14. Mist/Fog
16. Rain
17. Sunset
18. Afraid
19. Remember
20. Scar
21. Secret
22. Silence
23. Snow
24. Story
25. Tears
26. Clockwork
28. Touch
29. Hope


Fandom: ASoIaF
Disclaimer: All ASoIaF belongs to Martin, no money made, no ownership claimed
Words: 466
Characters: Rhaella Targaryen
Prompt: From the Valar-Morkinks meme. Round 12.

There is not much to do on Dragonstone and, even if there was, no one would ask it of her. She is the Queen and she's pregnant, so all servants and maids treat her with the utmost respect, always ready to do her bidding, her only responsibility is to look after Viserys.

And that idleness will be the death her, she thinks. War rages and she has no way of knowing how it goes. It's a complete torture to be unable to know, her son is fighting, her gooddaughter a hostage in all but name, her little grandchildren with their mother in the hands of a monster. She only has Viserys for comfort.

She prays, it's the only thing she can do now. She kneels in the Sept and begs the Mother for wisdom and strength, the Warrior to guide her son and those loyal to House Targaryen. And she prays daily, every morning after breaking their fast, while Viserys is attending to his studies with the Maester, she prays. Begs even.

And she's on the Sept when the letter arrives. And she feels herself crumble, it is only her ladies in waiting that prevent her from hitting the floor. Her baby, her Rhaegar is dead. And she weeps and hugs herself and screams. Her boy is gone, she will never see him again, will never hear him play the harp, will never hear his voice nor see him smile that little smile of hers.

That night she sleeps with Viserys and she holds him tight to her chest.

Her days pass in a fog, she goes through the motions because she has to. But feels empty and lost. She starts to knit a baby blanket, this baby of her will have need of it, and she prays to the Mother that her baby lives. She already lost one, she cannot loose another in such a short time.

She wonders the gardens and knits there, she holds onto hope of a daughter. A baby girl to care for and spoil. And so, the months pass and her due date comes closer.

And then, a second letter arrives.

Her husband is dead. Killed by Jaime Lannister. And her breath catches in her throat, and feels something bubbling inside of her. And she does not cry. She has no tears to spare for that monster. And then it happens. She lets out a breath and giggles. And her giggles turn into chuckles and then full on laughter.

And she laughs for the first time in what she feels is an eternity. She laughs so hard she cries, and even though they may be loosing the war, she feels like she just gained her freedom. And she feels joy.

Some things never sleep

Fandom: ASoIaF
Disclaimer: All ASoIaF belongs to Martin, no money made, no ownership claimed.
Words: 1,114
Prompt: From the ASoIaF Kink Meme, here => Sansa, 27.


Riverrun is silent at night and she finds it to be comforting. While she had found the silence of the Eyre unnerving, Riverrun's calm and, strangely, welcoming.

Perhaps, she thinks, is because of family. She is safe within Riverrun, she knows. Both uncle and grand uncle protect her fiercely. And she wishes that her visit were had a lighter reason.

She was expecting  to meet Tyrion here.

He had arrived alongside Daenerys Targaryen and was on her council. She wanted her marriage undone, but Daenerys was reluctant to give it, it was a good political match she had said. But she wanted no part in it. She wanted to be free of the Lannister legacy.

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Love In Death

Fandom: ASoIaF
Pairing: Ned/Cat
Disclaimer: All ASoIaF belongs to Martin, no money made, no ownership claimed.
Words: 725
Prompt: From the ASoIaF Kink Meme, here => Ned/Cat, 19.


"Look father, she's waking up, she is!"

"I can see that son."

She is sure she's hallucinating, but all of sudden, she remembers, she is dead, should be in any case. And as she blinks awake, she is greeted with two faces she thought she would never see again.

Her Ned and her son.

Husband and child are there to welcome her to... whatever this place it was. But it didn't matter, she was with them.

"Ned? Robb?" Her voice sounded clear to her ears, it shouldn't have been, and took her hand to her throat, no wound. Strange.
She made the motion to sit and felt suddenly dizzy. Ned caught her and help her stand, he was whole and looked so young. She turned to look at Robb, no wounds, he was whole and well. No wounds, just like her.

She let a shaky breath and tears started to cloud her eyes.

She took a deep breath, trying in vain to calm herself down and be rational. "Where are we? Bran, Arya, Rickon... where are they? Where are my babies Ned?"

She felt tears roll down her cheeks.

Ned smiled at her, "This is... somewhere beyond. I don't know what this place is. And our babies are alive Cat, they have not arrived here, I promise you. Only you and Robb."

Only then she allows herself to cry. "Our babies are alive? You promise me?"

Ned engulfed her in a hug and began to rub her back. "They are Cat, alive. I swear."

She doesn't know how much time she cries, nor does she care, she is free to be with the man she loves and her son.

It's only when she starts to calm down that she gives Robb a long look, before enveloping him in her arms. Her dear babe, her first child she ever held, he always had a special place in her heart and now, here he was with her.

And she moves from Ned's arms to hold him, and does. He rests his head upon her shoulder and she softly sings the lullaby she used to sing him as a child. And closes her eyes and just forgets about everything else for the moment.

She'll worry about the living later, but for now, let her enjoy this peace.

It's a while before she opens her eyes again and looks at her surroundings, it is a forest. And it's a thing of beauty, tall trees, green and luscious, flowers everywhere. She holds onto Ned's hand and the three of them make to a tree, they sit and just enjoy the moment. They are silent, for a moment. Then, the dam breaks.

"Ned, they have our daughters. Our babies are lost." And she can feel herself shaking. "What have we done Ned? I should have been there, with Bran and Rickon!" The tears come back and she allows herself to cry.

"There is nothing we can do now Cat, only pray that the Gods have mercy." His voice is soft, calming even. "We can hope that they live, that they come together again."

"I am sorry mother, I failed the girls." Robb looks down to his lap and she wishes she could disagree. "And failed Bran and Rickon too."

"They will forgive you my love, they will." Her voice is shaky to her own ears.

And they fall back onto silence. They do not know how much time passes, there is no night to indicate the turning of the days. They travel together, and Cat sees her father again, who welcomes her with grief stricken eyes.

And she is happier that she has been in years, she finally knows peace. When all of sudden, it happens. She begins to sway, her vision blurs and black spots dance around in front of her eyes. She looks down at her hands and she could swear they are translucent.

No. She will not leave them, let me remain with them, she prays to the gods.

She doesn't feel anything as she begins to fall and the last thing she sees is Ned and Robb reaching for her. And then her vision goes black.


She opens her eyes and sees the black of night, full of stars. Where is she?

There are hushed voices she does not recognize.

"My Lord? My Lord... she is alive."

...And Yet Was The Queen

Fandom: ASoIaF
Pairing: Sansa Stark/Edric Dayne
Disclaimer: All ASoIaF belongs to Martin, no money made, no ownership claimed
Characters: Sansa Stark, Edric Dayne & Daenerys Targaryen
Words: 667


It wasn't fair and yet...

Daenerys knew herself well enough to know this, she was jealous of Sansa Stark.
She shouldn't be, but she was.

Sansa was a beautiful woman. She herself had been called beautiful, some even said she was the most beautiful woman in the world, yet, standing next to Sansa, she felt plain. Even if her silver locks shone and with bejeweled eyes, she felt nothing compared to a woman who was, in her opinion, a far greater beauty.

Sansa was tall and lean, but with curves that made many men look at her. A face that seemed to be carved of the finest marble, with high cheekbones, rosy lips and sparkling eyes. A soft and kind voice rounded her physical attributes.

And she was loved. Oh she was.

Unlike herself.

While people both lowborn and noble alike flocked to her, she was under no delusions as to why. She had regained a throne by conquest, with three ever growing dragons, she who had not hesitated to end her enemies. So people came to her, for power, for greed, for desired, but none of them came for love.

Sansa was loved in court, she made herself loved by being kind and gentle. She had time for all who went to her. War and suffering had made her wise, and she used her wisdom in favor for those who needed it.

She had been the one to answer the call in the name of Little Lord Arryn when it came to the battle to prevent the Long Night. She had even distributed food wisely to both the Riverlands and the North. And whenever she was needed in the capital, she made sure she did charity freely and joyfully. The people loved her. She was tolerated and feared.

And she was loved in a more intimate manner too.

Her own marriage lacked love, it had yet to come and she wanted it. She hoped for it, but so far, it was only a political marriage, no more.

She had seen the way Lord Dayne looked at her, and every time she felt a knot in her throat, it was the same way her Sun and Stars looked at her. So full of love and devotion, like she could do no wrong. But then, maybe in his eyes, she didn't.

Once, she had asked them to join her for a private dinner. She wanted to know more, she wanted to satiate her curiosity, so she had asked how they met. Lord Dayne had recalled with perfect detail when they had met in Winterfell, what now felt seemed a lifetime ago, when the former royal retinue had gone North.

But he had confessed that they had not been properly introduced until the war. He had gone North again, he said, to fight the coming darkness when she had been the one receiving visitors and he had been left speechless, struck dumb by her beauty.

Sansa had laughed then, and admitted that she had found him handsome then, but was wary, after all, many had tried for her hand and her inheritance. But after the war, when her sister Arya had been the one to declare him one of the good ones, she gave him the chance.

And now there they were, married and in complete joy. She had smiled politely then, but had felt an enormous amount of jealousy then.

And now? It seemed like the slaps never stopped. Sansa had announced that she was with child, four moons gone, and was glowing with happiness and she? Nothing. The Maesters told her to wait, not to rush, babes took time they said.

But she remembered her Rhaego and felt a bitterness unlike any other. She wanted a child more than anything. A babe to love and felt joy over, another member of House Targaryen. An heir, but so far, no luck.

And the jealousy she felt over Sansa Stark was irrational and deep.

...and yet was The Queen.


Fandom: ASoIaF
Prompt: ASoIaF Kink Meme, here => Ned & Lyanna 20.
Disclaimer: All AsoIaF belongs to Martin, no money made, no ownership claimed.
Word Count: 616
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine and all comments are welcome. Thanks for reading.


She knows that she doesn't have much time left. She has no tears left to shed, and she can hear her baby crying and she cannot reach him. She must left to the nursemaid his care. And she hopes that her brothers and father can forgive her.

She's not very sure she can forgive herself. So she prays.

She prays for Bran, her big brother; so full of life and joy. So brave and fearless, so strong and quick witted and who always deemed himself as her protector. Bran, who would have fought the whole world had she asked.

He of easy smile and friendly banter, her big brother.

He is dead now. She can only hope that it was a quick death, that he didn't suffer, because he doesn't deserve anything else. And she mourns for the Lord he would never be.

Oh Bran, why did you have to rush to death? You who should have ruled Winterfell after father, with Lady Tully at your side and children in your lap.

And then the image of Benjen comes into her mind.

Her little brother, all alone in Winterfell while Ned wages war. Her playmate, her sparring partner, her baby brother. The one who knew her secret in that faithful tourney.

She doesn't know what will become of him, and she fears for his fate and prays that Ned lives so Ben won't be left alone. He doesn't deserve to be alone. Her little brother is made for laughter, for noble deeds, for wisdom.

And she hopes with all her being that he finds joy, that he finds love and weds and fathers children. He deserves so much and wishes she could tell him that, but she won't be able too, the Stranger is starting to call with a stronger voice.

Be happy little Ben, live for both of us!

And then, she hears it. And is unsure as to if it's real or her fever that makes her hear it. But it comes again, stronger and closer, her name in Ned's voice.

She screams for him, throat dry with disuse. And calls again and again, until she can hear footsteps quickly approaching. And with a burst of the door, she can see her brother, her sweet Ned.

He is at her side in a blink of an eye and she drinks in his image. She feels to weak to say what she wants to say, so she raises her hand and places it on his cheek, he covers her hand with his and she smiles.

She is suddenly happy, she's glad that she won't be alone in her final moments. And is particularly glad that is Ned who is there with her.

Her sweet, shy, noble and quiet brother. The one she loves with all her heart, the one she wanted to both protect and be protected by. He who speaks with a quiet strength, who loves with all that he is. And whose word is worth gold. And she feels safe with him there, as if death could not touch her. He gives her more comfort than anything or anyone else could provide. He is her safe heaven, her refuge in these final moments.

And then she asks him a promise of him. She can feel her time ending, and begs with tears in her eyes, she begs for her son. That little boy who is guiltless of all.

And he promises, her boy will be safe.

And just like that, all the fear leaves her body. For she knows that he'll look after her boy as if it were his own. And she smiles at her brother one more time and she closes her eyes and breaths her last.

The Gods bless you sweet Ned.


Fandom: ASoIaF
Prompt: Kink Meme, here=> AU Seven Kingdoms.
Disclaimer: All ASoIaF belongs to Martin, no money made, no ownership claimed.
Word Count: 775
Rating: T
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine, all comments are welcome.


They have chosen to set themselves as conquerors. Of new King and Queens of not one, but seven kingdoms; they seek glory, immortality for their names and a new legacy for House Targaryen.

And they separate, Rhaenys heads to Dorne with part of their army, little did they know she would not return.

Rhaenys and Meraxes find themselves flying low, but she feels no fear, and why should she? She who has been flying since she was but a child, who has spent more time a top of her dragon than either of her siblings, she's the best at it.

But fate has other plans for her.

It is on the second third day of the attack when it happens. She is setting on fire the surrounding areas of House Uller, when Meraxes screeches and twists out of her control, it follows a bloody scent, she's sure of it. Her dragon is willful when it came to its food. And out of the blue, something is thrown against her.

It doesn't take long to identify the attack, it's a scorpion bolt. And in a second, she feels it strike. Meraxes screeches and she grabs hold onto its saddle. She's going down and she feels fear for the first time.

And Rhaenys Targaryen dies under her dragon in the sands of Dorne.

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Fandom: ASoIaF
Pairing: SanSan
Prompt: Beautiful
Disclaimer: All ASoIaF belongs to Martin, I gain nothing for this fanwork.
Word Count: 173
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: 200 words or less.
Sandor was sure that he had never seen a sight more beautiful. Sansa was feeding their baby girl and he felt the overwhelming urge to cry. It was sight to behold, one he would treasure until he last drew breath.
Sansa sat upon on the bed, her hair loose and bodice untied while their daughter nursed. One little hand rested on Sansa's breast while Sansa hummed a lullaby for their girl.
He could swear that this was a dream, he could not believe that he had gotten so lucky as to have such a beautiful wife and now, a daughter. A daughter that he hoped took after her mother, she already did, in his mind. Baby Serena had light coppery hair and such beautiful blue eyes.
He felt tears sting in his eyes, he looked away for a moment and dried his eyes quickly, not that Sansa would notice, she only had eyes for her baby.
And it was such a blissful moment, that he'd be sure he would remember it forever.

Still Alive

Fandom: ASoIaF
Pairing: None
Prompt: ASoIaF's Kink Meme. Prompt here: Sansa, 28.
Disclaimer: All ASoIaF belongs to Martin, I gain nothing for this fanwork.
Word Count: 479
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd, all comments are welcome, thank you.

She wasn't prone to introspection, so the fact that she couldn't sleep and having those kind of thoughts about her family took her by surprise. As an unwanted surprise. All that she wanted was to concentrate and be Alayne, and yet, the thoughts came to her unbidden.

And as she stared to the ceiling on her room, she wondered: "I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die".

And oh her heart had broken so many times. First with Bran's fall, she had spent days praying to the Gods to have mercy on her brother, that he lived. That her mother and father wouldn't have to know the grief of loosing a child. And that they didn't have to loose their brother. Such a joy it had been that Bran lived.

Then the loss of Lady, it had hit her harder than what she had thought, it had been like loosing a limb. She had been so angry at Arya, said words that she now regretted with all her being.

And then it had been the loss of her father. That had been the worst day of her life, seeing the her father die in front of her own eyes by his own sword had been devastating, she had felt nauseous, she had begun to hate Joffrey from that moment on. And things would only get worse, with both Arya and Jeyne going missing she had been completely alone and friendless. And how she missed them.

Another blow had been the news of Bran and Rickon's death. She didn't understand why the Gods had allowed Bran to live only to take him away. She had been full of anger and hate towards Theon. How could he simply just killed two little boys? Two children who had never done him any harm? What had made him do it?

She had allowed one glimmer of hope by befriending Margaery, only for her and her family to turn their backs on her the moment the Lannister cloak was placed on her shoulders.

And after that, it had been as if the Gods were mocking her by taking her brother and mother then. She had not been told the details directly, but she had listened to a couple of people gossiping about it. To know that they had been betrayed in such a horrific way, had shaken her to her core and had her crying during those few moment when she could. It wasn't fair, her family was good and kind and they were all dead.

She lost her rescuer too, poor foolish Dontos, also dead on the river.

And what did she have now? Nothing. So, why was she still alive? Why her of all people? Why did the Gods allow her to live when all those she loved and cared for were dead?

She didn't know.


Fandom: ASoIaF
Pairing: None
Prompt: ASoIaF's Kink Meme. Prompt here: Rhaella, 28.
Disclaimer: All ASoIaF belongs to Martin, I gain nothing for this fanwork.
Word Count: 628
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. All comments are welcome, thank you! Italics are Rhaella's thoughts.

It is well past midnight and she finds herself wide awake. Sleep has been eluding her since before she left King's Landing, ever since the moment young Brandon Stark had charged into the city shouting for her son to face him.

Oh Rhaegar, what have you done?
She wondered in which way had she gone wrong. Had she missed any signs? Had Rhaegar inherited the infamous madness of House Targaryen? Had he been so unhappy in his marriaged that just one look at a girl for him to stray?

Did I failed you Rhaegar? Did that trice damned witch cursed us all?

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