Prompts:
Nov. 18 - Firsts | Relief Nov. 19 - Essos | Touch Nov. 20 - Modern AU | Snowflakes Nov. 21 - Dragons | Truth Nov. 22 - Bastards | Liar Nov. 23 - Tears | Furs Nov. 24 - Free Day
more information on the event can be found HERE
event status: completed
asoiafrarepairs would like to announce our next mini event!
September 25-27, we invite you to celebrate all our favorite characters from House Targaryen!
- All fanworks will be accepted and reblogged as long as there is at least one Targaryen in the ship and it is rare by our standards.
- We will be tracking our usual tags: #asoiafrare and #asoiafrarepairs
Prompts (optional):
- Day 1: Dragons
- Day 2: Valyria
- Day 3: Crown
- and, as always, we encourage you to fill prompts from our prompt page.
hey fic writers!
I created an interactive graphic of every single name listed in the entire series*.
It’s filterable by House, Region, Gender, First Initial, or you can sort by how common a name is in the series. Really useful for naming OCs or side characters.You can access it here or here.
//I can also share the Google spreadsheet with the full list if that’s preferable. DM me for the link.
*huuuuge shoutout to whoever runs the wiki bc hot damn
Happy Pride, everyone!
During the entire month of June, we’re going to highlight LGBTQIA+ ships across the fandom. We encourage you to do the same and create art, gifs, edits, fics, etc. for your favorites! Help us celebrate will style.
We’ll be accepting your posts every day thins month, using the tag #asoiafrarepride
We look forward to seeing what you create!!
Stolen
Written for Jonsa drabblefest, day 2.
He has not come as a black brother. No lord commander, no prince, nor even a knight. No, Jon has come as himself, a Snow, a bastard raised by Starks, to steal away his sister.
She is sad for him that he has found only Alayne Stone, but takes his hand anyway when he offers. Her father will be furious, but she is tired of the sickness here, Robin’s sickness, the sickness between her and Petyr. She wants to breathe free again.
You will breathe the icy air of the North, he promises. You will remember.
He calls her Sansa.
Campfire
Written for Jonsa drabblefest, day 1.
She said the flames showed her his sister.
Show me, he asks a red god he doubts. Show me my sister, he begs the old gods of his father. Bright flames bloom in his vision, but no glimpse of Arya appears. One more disappointment that weighs him down into exhausted sleep and vivid dreams.
He sees snow, but not the deep snow of the North.
He sees stone, but not the walls of Winterfell.
And he sees a girl, but not the girl he sought. Her dark hair swirls as she turns to look at him with familiar blue eyes…
Legends
Written for Jonsa drabblefest, day 3.
Jon tells her about the Others, and she believes him, and is afraid.
He tells her about his brothers’ traitorous knives, and she believes him, and her heart hurts with his.
He tells her about his resurrection, and she believes him, and is suddenly - frighteningly - grateful that he is here beside her.
She says that he is a legend. His smile is pained, but his gray eyes are kind and catch at memories pushed aside.
He tells her you always did like stories and songs, Sansa.
And she believes him.
And she will piece that self he remembers back together.
jonsa drabblefest 2020 masterlist!
Thank you to everyone who wrote, read, and shared our drabbles! This event was a huge success, and all in all we had over 100 submissions (!!!)
Due to the amount of fics that were written, we may have missed a few in this masterlist. If that is the case, please message us and let us know!
Below the cut are the submissions for this event that were posted here on tumblr! Enjoy!
Jonsa Drabblefest Day 7: The Lady Bird and the Winged Wolf (Free)
Written for @jonsadrabbles Day 7: Free
South, south, south they went, until they reached the marches of Dorne. Any hint of the last chills of spring faded away, and here her hair grew flaxen, blondened by the sun.
Somewhere along the road to Dorne, when wine became cheaper than ale and more plentiful than water, they often paused their journey to indulge, stopping off at inns and taverns along the way. No one gave a second glance to the man in a simple tunic and breeches who could have been a knight or a farmhand, or the lady who accompanied him, her locks of shiny red plaited in braids or tied up with a ribbon to weather the sweltering days.
She wondered what those they encountered thought of them when she caught their knowing glances, when Jon dared to drape an arm around her, to whisper in her ear, to press a kiss to her cheek. Who would think to look for Sansa Stark here of all places, or for the former Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, freed by his own death? Here it was easy to pretend, to be someone else, anyone else they wanted, a blacksmith and his dairymaid in search of a new life away from the stench of the cities, newlyweds on a romantic honeymoon, lovers who’d run south to escape their arranged marriages. No one asked, and nor did Sansa think anyone would care even if they told the truth of the matter.
Beyond the reaches of Littlefinger, far off in a land that would certainly melt the very hearts of the frozen dead that threatened the North, they slowed their pace, enjoying the views from mountaintops, watching the waves roll in atop the cliffs edging along the Sea of Dorne, riding through fields of wildflowers and lounging in the heat. Even after the sun set, its warmth still lingered, so Sansa wore little more than scraps of silk when they settled into their tent for the evening, with little to separate her from Jon, and most nights ended with her wearing even less.
Sometimes Jon spoke of where they could go, east in the hopes of finding Arya and following an inkling he could not explain, or maybe west to Oldtown and the Citadel in search of knowledge for things beyond their comprehension, or even south to the Summer Isles to see sights neither of them could imagine. In the end, though, they always concurred with one another that perhaps here they could rest for a while, until her skin became sun-kissed, calm settled in her bones, and her name felt like her own again.
One day, she knew they would have to return North, that it would be their duty to reclaim Winterfell, to defend it against the dead, but for now, there were wars for others to fight before the ones that mattered, wars of pride and petty feuds and paltry lands that would have little significance when that time came.
She was more than content enough to remain where the world could not touch them where they could do what they wished and be who they pleased. The abandoned keep they took up residence in was not a tower befitting of a prince or even a lady, with its decaying rafters and crumbling stone façade, but they found happiness there nonetheless.
Sansa had always wanted a life worthy of the songs, and she could not think of any more fitting than this. Here she realized she was not to live as if in a song; no, she could be part of the song itself, that of the rightful king of the Seven Kingdoms and a secret knight, and a bird freed from her cage at last, his wild wolf wife.
As if he’d never left
For the Jonsa Drabblefest, @jonsadrabbles
May 10 - Linger (yes yes, I know it’s late)
Sansa is working on getting Jon back home again but the actual waiting is a terrible thing. Missing someone is tough enough without having to see reminders of them around every corner.
So it’s about the longing, or dare I say, yearning?
Anyways, read it below the line or find it here on Ao3.
jonsa drabblefest, day 6, spring.
When she wakes one morning, it is to the sound of a lark singing it’s song somewhere in the distance.
For a moment, she thinks herself to be still yet asleep, dreaming a dream of springtime sun and singing birds. But as she blinks into the waking world, she realizes it is as she hears, the bird’s song is anything but a dream. Leaping from her bed, she dashes across the room to throw open the window, the morning sunlight spilling in through the curtains. “Spring,” she whispers as she breathes in the air, newly scented with sunlight and warmth. Though the snow still blankets the ground, she can feel the sun on her skin and she knows that soon it will begin to melt away.