The Wall of Prompts

GoT prompts. Grab a prompt for a fic or left one. Main ships Jonerys and Gendrya, but everyone is welcome. Check the tags list for prompts.

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Jon joins Robb AU

By the time the news of Ned’s death arrive at The Wall, Jon hasn’t swore his vows yet, so he is able to leave The Wall and join Robb, thus altering the following events:

Robb doesn’t marry Jeyne Westerling and Catelyn is caught before she can free Jaime.

However, Theon still betrays Robb.

How everything else unfold?

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Time travel AU

1920. Lady Daenerys is an aristocrat married by convenience. She was a nurse during the WWI while her husband was at the front. Since the war ended, she is finding difficult to get back to her previous boring life of gossips and parties.

During the summer, she and her husband are invited to the North by old Lady Tallhart, a friend of the family, to expend a few weeks in Torrhen's Square. During an excursion to the Wolfwood, Dany wanders around until she finds an ancient weirdwood, fascinated she touches the tree and immediately she gets dizzy and loose conscience. When she comes back to her senses, she tries to go back to her party, but somehow the woods seems different, wilder and denser. She finally comes across some men on horseback and to her surprise, their clothes look like from middle ages.

Somewhen during the Middle Age. Jon Targaryen is the cousin of Robb Stark and until Robb has a son, his presumptive heir since Robb only has sisters. Robb’s mother hates and fears Jon because she believes he wants her son’s seat. But Jon’s interest in the North is solely to gain their support to his claim for the Throne and take his revenge on the Lannisters for butchering his family and forced him into hiding and concealment.

Jon is hunting with Robb and a few men at the Wolfwood for Robb upcoming nuptial’s feast when they come across a strange woman in foreign clothes. She tells them she is a host of Lady Tallhart, but they all know the Lady and her husband are presently guests in Winterfell. Thinking the woman may be a spy for the Lannisters, they forcefully take her back to Winterfell.

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Any chance of getting more Shaena x Ned?

If you mean from the “Another chance to win the fight” universe, I had planned at least one or two installments, but I found myself unable to write any of my WIP at the moment :(

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The Quiet Wolf and the Fair Comet. Neither supposed to inherit their family seats, their union is quickly approved on both sides after the Tourney at Harrenhal. However, following Rickard and Brandon Stark’s tragic demise, Ned becomes Lord of Winterfell and Ashara, his Lady. She brings Dornish food, music and fabrics in and the happy couple implements equal primogeniture, as customary in Dornish law. Their children are known as the Purple Wolves.

requested by @myrstarknnister

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Another chance to win the fight AU

(AO3 One-shoot Collection )

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(283 AC – 285 AC) Catelyn

  The Maester said her first child would come in less than a moon’s turn, yet Robert chose to attend a Tournament at the other side of the continent.

He hadn’t been there when the little boy finally came. Stannis and Renly had, though, when she had held the screaming, red-haired babe and announced them she’d call him Robb.

Stannis had voiced that their brother would be pleased with the choice.

He was not.

“He doesn’t look anything like me.” Was what Robert had said a fortnight later when he came back from the Tournament to meet his firstborn.

Catelyn keenly felt how Robert barely looked at their son and even worse when he did it with contempt, as the babe had already disappointed him.

    Two years later, Robert went hunting at the first signs of her second childbirth. She remembered the mortification she felt when her waters broke and he fled the room, she also remembered the disapproving look Stannis had on his face while his older brother was leaving.

Once again, her good-brothers met her babe before her husband. They had waited outside her rooms for the six hours it took for their niece to came into the world.

“She’s less wrinkle than Robb was,” Renly stated looking at her small little face. Catelyn had smiled amused by the boy statement.

“Robert said I could choose the name if it was a girl.” She explained to them. “What do you think of Sanna, after your lady mother?”

“Mother’s name was Cassana.” Renly replied, frowning.

“Catelyn knows it,” Stannis explained to the younger boy, “but her exact name would be bad luck.”

“Oh,” Renly scrunched his face pondering over his brother’s words. “Then, Sanna is bonny.”

“Hm,” Stannis nodded, “She looks just like her mother.”

Cat had avoided his stare, so they couldn’t notice how Stannis’ remark had made her blush.

Robert came back a few hours later, bringing a boar as a gift for their new child. However, he spared only a couple of minutes with her and the babe. That time, he didn’t say anything, but his mouth twitched with irritation when his eyes landed on their daughter. Catelyn hugged Sanna a little tighter when she noticed Robert’s expression.

He left soon after to ‘celebrate’ by getting himself drunk with who knows whom.

 Robert’s celebrations began to get worse that year. The whispered rumours about his whoring ways, the squandering of their income on gambles and benders and new other bastards became common knowledge for everyone in Storm’s End and half of the Stormlands’ lords.

Stannis had taken over the castellan’s duties and his fights with Robert over his expenses were frequent.

Everything reached the tipping point the day the steward, Stannis and Catelyn walked in Robert’s solar to find him humping a servant girl. The steward scurried away mumbling some apologies and the girl fled covering her breasts.

“Have you no shame anymore?” Stannis asked him full of contempt, “Have you resolved to pollute every shade of the Baratheon’s House?”

 “You have no right to speak to me in that tone,” Robert's face turned red with rage while he was still lacing his breeches. “I am Lord Baratheon!”

“Then act like it.” Catelyn spoke softly but icily, her lips pale with repugnance.

“What did you just say?” Robert bellowed, walking around the table to come close to his wife.

“Act like you were a Lord.” She hissed, her head high and proud, though her hands trembled with anger.

She never saw or even imagined the brutal blow that came after it.

Catelyn stumbled, holding her left cheek, so shocked that at first, she didn’t feel any pain.

“Watch your mouth, woman!” He warned her raising his hand again.

The second blow didn’t land.

She lifted her eyes to see her good-brother grabbing Robert’s forearm. They scuffled and pushed each other until Robert stumbled and fell like a sack. He had a cofounded look on his face like he couldn’t believe he had fallen.

“You’re drunk.” Stannis accused him, “Is that what you are now, a drunkard who beats women? Your own wife!”

“It shouldn’t be her,” He snivelled from the floor, like the most pathetic fool Catelyn had ever seen. “It had to be Lyanna!”

‘Her again,’ Catelyn thought, her cheek and left ear were pulsing with pain. She hated the woman most of the time, but others like at that moment, she knew the northerner girl had just been smarter and luckier than Cat.

She had gotten away from this beast while Cat had not.

By then, she knew he’d have been nothing different with the wolf girl. Mayhaps he’d have kept his whoring ways out of her sight, but he had done that with Cat at first. Maybe he had cared about her children, but maybe they’d have looked too northerner and he’d have disliked them as well as he disliked Robb and Sanna for their Tully’s looks.

“You have a dutiful, handsome wife,” Stannis countered him, “Yet you keep pinning for the one who rejected you!”

“Oh, handsome yes,” Robert scoffed sitting up on the floor, “But cold and limp like a dead trout when I fuck her.”

‘You mean when you grossly grope me and then take me like an overweighed dog in heat.’ Cat thought. She wished she was brave enough to say it out loud, but she felt her face swelling and her soul quailed at the thought of a new slap.

She hated herself for fearing such a sad, disgusting being.

Catelyn heard them fighting while she turned around, walked away and close the door.

She wandered through the keep noticing the servants gazing at her. She tried to hide her face, shamed by the signs of her husband’s abuse.

The feeling made her angry. Why did she have to feel ashamed?

She hadn’t done anything wrong, yet it didn’t go away. She ended hiding in a balcony that looked over the sea.

Cat stared at the waves breaking with fury against the rocks, feeling their fury as her own.

Was this how her whole life was going to be?

She was his wife, so she couldn’t run away, hide or leave. She knew he wouldn’t care if she did, but she couldn’t leave her children. Robert didn’t care about them, but he would never let her take them with her.

Catelyn was wiping away her tears when Stannis found her.

“Let me see that,” Stannis asked her curtly.

He had nothing of his brother deceivingly charming ways.

Cat remember thinking of him as unpolite, almost rude when they firstly met, but since, she had realized he was just not accustomed to treating with women and his shyness came out as curt and brisk.

She turned her face to show him and she felt the brush of his fingertips below her chin. She noticed how his heavy brow frowned upon the inspection of her face.

“The Maester must take a look at it,” He announced.

Cat recoiled from him, the previous feeling of shame and fear coming back in full force. Stannis was astonished at her reaction, retrieving his hand from her face.

“I’m sorry, Catelyn,” He said contritely as it was him the one who had hit her. “I should have stopped him before – before.”

“Cat.” She muttered.

“What?” He frowned, confused.

“My friends call me Cat,” She explained, searching his eyes. “Please, call me Cat.”

His lips quirked a little and she pondered if that was the closest as a smile someone had ever seen on Stannis’ face.

“Cat.” He tried the sound of it.

Tears pricked on her eyes, no one had called that since she had left Riverrun. She had been so alone these past years; her marriage had been nothing like she had imagined in her maiden dreams. Curt, gruff, headstrong Stannis had been the closest to a friend she had. She looked down at his hands, yes gruff, but also dutiful, just and thoughtful, if not kind.

Catelyn didn’t know what came into her, maybe it was the certainty of how bleak her future would be or the knowledge that there was no escape from it, but she closed the space between them and pressed her lips against Stannis’s.

His lips were dry and warm, yet her stomach fluttered unexpectedly.

Stannis let out a shaky breath before tentatively pressing back against hers for a few glorious moments.

It ended as suddenly as it had begun.

He stepped back, panting heavily, looking at her face rattled but resolute.

“This can’t, won’t… occur again.” He assured.

“I’m…” She wasn’t sorry, but he was right. “It won’t.” She promised.

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Another chance to win the fight AU 7

(282 AC. Winterfell.) Since Ned came back from visiting White Harbour, his father had been looking at him in a particular way, but he hadn’t said what was bothering him until the day before.

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 “Son, are things between you and the Princess going...hmm... adequately?” Lord Rickard had asked him.

“Ahm... ehm... Aye, I think so, father.” He had answered disconcerted.

If Ned had stopped to think about it, he might’ve remembered that Shaena had been tactfully avoiding him since he had come back. He had missed her during his trip. Several times, Ned had found himself thinking of something that she might have liked or made her smile, so he had assumed she might’ve missed him too, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

Lord Rickard had nodded, mulling his answer, both strolling in silence around the keep.

“It’s just that... it passed a year since you wed...” His father told him. It’s been thirteen moons precisely. “And you’re both so shy, that I thought maybe you were having some troubles at the... marriage bed.”

Ned flushed at his father’s words. Sure, they were both of an introvert and quiet disposition but passed the few first clumsy times, they both have been enjoying their time abed, at least they had before he had gone to White Harbour.

“Sorry if I’m being too blunt for you, Ned, but you’re the heir now.” Lord Rickard continued. “You and the Princess must secure Winterfell for the Starks.”

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Ned himself had pondered about why Shaena wasn’t bearing a babe yet but he had presumed it'd happen sooner or later. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

He decided talking to Maester Walys was the sensible thing to do.

What he hadn’t expected was the Maester explaining him, his wife’s avoidance had been under his direct orders.

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“I prescribed the Princess at least one moon for her body to heal before you try again, my young lord.” The man must have noticed Ned’s ignorance because he added. “Because of the miscarriage.”

“Mis...miscarriage?” Ned repeated, trying to understand what the man had said.

“Oh... bu-but I thought...” The Maester stammered realizing his mistake. He thought Ned knew because what man wouldn’t know his wife had lost their babe? “Princess Shaena said...she’d inform you.”

“She didn’t,” Ned admitted, more hurt than angry. “When...?”

“It happened after you left for White Harbour.” He explained. “The Princess suspected she might be with child before you left. I saw some signs, but it was too early to tell for sure, unfortunately, a fortnight later she lost it.”

“I...I-, thank you for telling me.” Ned stuttered. He wondered if Shaena was distressed or suffering and he had failed to notice it, but mainly he questioned why she hadn’t told him. He turned away, ready to leave but the Maester stopped him.

“The Princess...” The Maester hesitated for a moment. “She thinks it happened once before, shortly after you were wedded. I explained her that before a woman starts to show, it’s very difficult to know for sure if the seed has taken root.” He expounded, “The one she mentioned was earlier than this and so, I tried to erase the notion of it, but she was adamant.”

“I...I see.” Ned hesitated. The more he knew about it, the worse was the bitter taste on his mouth and the dreading grip on his entrails.

“Do try to not be very displeased with her, it’s what I’m trying to say, Ned.”  Maester Wilys advised him. “It’s a fearsome predicament for a Lady and it’s too early to be concern about it.”

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Ned intended to confront Shaena that night, but he cowered and instead expended the night in Brandon’s room. His brother’s things weren’t there anymore, but he felt somehow closer to him there.

Ned felt like a pretender most of the time, living his brother’s life. Winterfell was supposed to be his, all the travels and responsibilities were meant for Brandon, even Shaena.

She was meant to be Brandon’s bride, not Ned’s.

Brandon, who was witty and passionate, who knew how to flirt and talk to women. Not him, who found challenging talking to his own wife.

And yet, the notion of Shaena married to Brandon, of her pale, petite body laying next to his brother, her silver-white threads spreading over him or tangled around his fingers instead of Ned’s, made him feel sick to his stomach.

He barely slept that night, he woke up before the sunrise and walked back to their chambers.

Shaena was curled up under the bed’s furs, sleeping very close to the border as if she might need to run out of the bed at some point.

Ned took off his boots and slipped under the furs. He curled his arm around her middle and pressed his face against the back of her head, his nose burying in her silver tresses, inhaling the warm womanly scent that was unique of Shaena.

She stirred in her sleep. She relished on the new source of warm, sinking back against his body.

“Ned?” She asked, twisting in his arms to face him.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Sorry? For what?” She inquired with worry.

“The babe” He croaked. Shaena’s violet eyes widen suddenly, her body stiffened in Ned’s arms. “Maester Wilys told me.”

His explanation didn’t remove the shock from Shaena’s body, so Ned searched her face. He had only seen such dread on her face once before, the night of their wedding. When their guests had pushed them into the room and closed the doors behind them, leaving them alone for the very first time. He remembered Shaena hugging her petite naked body, shivering and staring at him with absolute terror.

“You are?” She whispered, returning Ned to the present.

“Aye,” He nodded, petting her silver hair. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“Ar-aren’t you angry?” She searched his face looking for any expression that could give away his feelings.

“I’m-” He had been hurt and disappointed to learn it from the Maester instead of her, but surely it had been worse for her. “I wish you’d have told me, but I’m not angry.”

“Bu-but I lost it,” She whimpered, panic seeping in her voice, “I lost our babe.”

Ned pressed a kiss to her brow and hugged her tightly.

“You didn’t do anything, it happened.” He kissed her hair while her hands grabbed his shirt and she started to cry out. “It wasn’t you, my love.”

They held each other for a long time.

Ned’s own silent tears joined the louder heartbroken ones from Shaena.

“How she did it?” She questioned after she had calmed down.

“Who?”

“My mother,” She tipped her head up to Ned, “I wasn’t born for her first two and I was just two when baby Daeron died, but I hazily remember the one after him. How she was taken away and I wasn’t allowed to see her.” She sniffed and closed her eyes with a grimace. “When baby Aegon died, I remember Rhae trying to hide me from father’s rage, but we could hear his yells and the horrible things he shouted to her.”

Ned cupped the back of her head and tightened his arms around her as if he could shield her from her own memories.

“After baby Jae died,” Shaena kept revealing, though Ned knew a some of it already. “Father replaced all the servants and lowborn in the keep. Years later, I found out every one of them was questioned, some died during it and the ones who didn’t were banished from the city.”

“I heard of it” Ned whispered.

“Most people don’t know, but mother lost another after Viserys,” Shaena confessed. “I remember the horrible things father screamed to her, the things people say at court, ‘something must be wrong with her’, ‘it’s her fault’, ‘she must do something’.”

Her voice broke and she started crying again.

“I never… never thought how horrible it must have been for her, I only cared what her failure meant to me. The yelling and slights father would direct at me and Rhae because of her. I ne-nev-”

“Shush.” Ned quieted her, holding and rocking her body while she wept. Realising now how terrified Shaena must have been to tell him about their babe. “You didn’t know.”

“What if… what if something is wrong with me too, Ned?” She looked up, her eyes reddened and full of tears. “What if I ca-can’t-”

“It’s too early, the Maester said so,” He tried to dismiss her fears, but she shook her head, “It’s in the Gods’ hands....and if we don’t have children, then Benjen will have to.”

“He’ll hate me.” She sobbed, rubbing her eyes with her arm. “He wants to be a knight.”

“He still can,” Ned pushed her silver her away from her face “but then he’ll have to wed.”

“You’ll hate me too.” Her voice broken.

“How could I” He cupped her face to gaze at her eyes, “when I love you?”

Her eyes widened and she sucked in her breath on a sharp gasp.

“You do?” She asked tremulous and hopeful.

“Aye,”

He did.

He didn’t realise until now but of course he did, and it wasn’t a recent feeling, it had been there for some time. She pressed a shy kiss against his lips.

“I was so happy when the Maester said I might be with child,” She looked down, away from Ned’s eyes. “I thought ‘Ned would love me for it when he came back, and even if it’s only a tiny bit of how much I love him, I’ll be lucky.’”

He tipped up her face, they stared at each other wishfully until they both smiled, before kissing each other senseless.

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Shaena didn’t miscarriage again, but neither did she get with child. Every time her moonblood came she lost a little more hope, the news of Lyanna expecting her first babe and Cersei’s second didn’t help either.

Nevertheless, she knitted the most delicate baby blankets anyone had ever seen in Winterfell as a present for both babes’ namedays.

Lyanna had a healthy little girl they named Elia.

Ned had feared Shaena would be distressed, so he was understandingly baffled when she didn’t.

Instead, she took his hand, placed over her lower belly, and beamed at him as happy as he had ever seen her.

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By the end of 283, Shaena delivered a baby boy.

“He looks just like you,” She whispered, pale and exhausted after a difficult childbirth.

The babe was bundled on her arms and Ned was sat on the bed to look at his firstborn.

He did have the Stark looks, with a wisp of dark hair and a solemn, long little face. His features were, however, more delicate than any Stark could have ever dreamt of. He looked around with pensive, big eyes that were dark, though neither grey like Ned’s nor violet like Shaena’s.

“I hoped he’d get your eyes,” Ned mentioned.

“He has my brother’s,” She pointed. Ned leant his head to look at their son in a better light, while trying to remember Prince Rhaegar’s eyes. “I know you want to name him after Lord Arryn, what do you think about Jongar?”

“Not Jonaerys?” He japed.

“Jonaerys Stark sounds as ridiculous as those Freys named after Rhae.” Shaena dismissed. “Is Jonhar better?”

“Not Jonys?”

She hit his arm in retaliation, he laughed and kissed her forehead.

“Jonhar Stark it is, then.”

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Another change to win the fight 1-6: Ned & Shaena (1),   Lyanna & Oberyn, Rhaegar & Cersei,  Robert & Catelyn,  Jaime & Lynesse, Ashara & Elbert

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You are a woman like no other. You are without match in this world, m’lady. You sell yourself short, blacksmith, I find you to be quite a sufficient match. — GENDRYA AU: 17th CENTURY

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The Mummy Role Reversed | Jonerys AU Month

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I’m compelled by stories where the characters suffer a lot, but only if there’s catharsis in the end. If they just die without ever getting to recover I’m OUT because what’s the fucking purpose then? Voyeurism? Bye

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But happy endings are literally SOOO boring

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So are you

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It doesn’t need to be happy per se, but SATISFYING, meaningful?!?

To watch senseless pain and death, one can just turn on the news.

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Templars fall AU

Joffrey as King Philip IV, The High Sparrow as Pope Clement V, Little Finger as Guillaume de Nogaret and Jeor Mormont as Jaques de Molay.

The Night Watch is lawfully entitled to ask for men and resources to every Lord in Westeros and to the Crown more than anyone. The newly ascended King want to stop this waste of money and men but the only way it may happen, it would be if they were proven corrupted. With the help of the high Sparrow, Lord Baelish and others, they fabricate a case against the Night Watch incriminating them in witchcraft, profiteering, embezzlement and extortion.

After dissolving the Night Watch and tortured every brother the Crown caught, Lord Mormont is publicly executed in King’s Landing where he curses Joffrey, Petyr and the Sparrow to be dead within a year.

A few remaining undercover brothers (Jon among them) will see the curse is fulfilled, making them go one by one without revealing their existence.

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Jonerys AU month || The Musketeers AU

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Oberyn wins the Trial by Combat AU

Does the Mountain confess his crimes against Elia and her children?

Tyrion is saved, what happens to him?

Does Tywin live?

Does Jaime confess about Tyrion’s first wife?

Does Cersei try to kill Tyrion anyway or does she devise a different vengeance's plot?

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Olenna Tyrell managed to spirit her granddaughter away after hearing whispers of the Queens plan with wildfire. Unfortunately Lannister soldiers pursued them to the riverlands. Separated, Margaery came upon an ancient and mystical stone doorway. The next thing she knows she’s years into the past and face to face with the Young Wolf. 

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Robb & Stannis alliance

When the Freys demand Robb’s hand, he does as his parents did, marry Roslin, consummate it and either left her there or in Riverrun.

No Melisandre. Stannis manages to ally himself with Robb, who isn’t named King in the North and supports Stannis claim.

Catelyn doesn’t release Jaime. Both Sansa and Arya are hostages in KL.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 8/8 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Sansa Stark Series: Part 2 of Make me feel Summary:

Sansa tries to make her best out of her forced marriage to Jaime Lannister.

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Daenerys & Sansa prompt

(No Dragons & No Jorah)

After Drogo’s death, Daenerys and the few women who stick with her are taken in Qarth, only to end up being sold as slaves. After killing her masters, Daenerys found a female secret order to punish and kill rapists and women’s abusers.

Their fame grows to the point they became a folk tale in Westeros whispered among women. That how the order ends up in the Vale with the mission of killing Littlefinger.

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Sweet Vicious AU

Sansa Stark, college student and member of a sorority had been expending her nights mooning as a vigilante on her campus, going after sexual agressors, after her friend’s boyfriend assaulted her during a party.

Until she is found out by a Daenerys Targaryen, a hacker, who decided to join her crussade, after years hidding she was abused at 13 by a friend of her brother.