Your Name - Grenn/PypHis first ranging finished, he was one of them. A real ranger of the Night’s Watch.Your Name - Grenn/Pyp by Madara-Nycteris
“Tell me, Grenn, how was your mission? Did you kill many monsters and found a lot of wonderful creatures out there, great ranger?” Asked cheerfully Pyp, at the entrance of the main tunnel. When they came, he ran to receive him and make some japes on him. Grenn could not avoid it; as soon as they were close enough, he hugged Pyp with all his strength. The mummer responded his embrace with a tighter one. After a week of separation, they had missed each other so much! It was great to be finally together. Even in the Wall, could life be better?
Some of the other rangers crossed the tunnel and, when they saw the happy friends hugging, approached and greeted Pyp too.
“Hey, brothers! Grenn is officially a ranger. We need to celebrate it. Don’t you think it, Halder?” Toad said. “Let us invite you to look for buried treasures.”
Mother (a GoT fic)It is something that Jon does not remember but Lady Catelyn does.Mother (a GoT fic) by LJ-Todd
Every time one of her children calls her mother she remembers the day she told a child, a child who'd barely been two-years-old, that he could not call her mother.
Something she had done all because she was jealous of his mother. A woman he did not, and would never, know.
Jon had been in the nursery with Robb, playing with his half-brother's toys while Maester Luwin looked at a bruise on Robb's leg to ensure it was nothing serious. The nursemaid who tended to Jon had gone to fetch something and Catelyn had been sitting in a chair, sewing a new shirt for Robb, when Jon had set Robb's toy wolf aside and pushed himself up to his feet, wobbling slightly as most toddlers did before he slowly, carefully, tottered over to her.
She paused her sewing, looking down at the boy who looked so very much like her Ned that her heart ached, a small frown graced her face as those big grey eyes stared up at her as a smile, warm and happy i
Kinslayer (a GoT AU fic)He could still smell the burning flesh.Kinslayer (a GoT AU fic) by LJ-Todd
He could hear the agonized screams.
He could see the horrified looks.
Nothing would ever wipe those memories from his mind.
The memories of two men, two good, honourable men, being tortured to death all for trying to protect a member of their family.
The memories of the way his father had laughed and laughed, as though it had all been some childish game.
He looked up to find Elia standing before him, her hand outstretched but hovering just above his shoulder. Reaching up he took his wife's hand between his. "I should have stopped him," he whispered as the sight of Lord Rickard and Lord Brandon dying played over and over again in his mind. "I should have done...something...anything...by the Gods, Lya will never forgive me..."
Elia made a soft sound as she dropped down to her knees, wrapping an arm around Rhaegar's shaking form. Her husband was always so strong. To see him like this was heartbreaking.
"It was not your fault," she whisper
In Her Face I See the Truth (a GoT AU fic)Ned raised her along side his children, claiming her to be his own, it was the only way he'd been able to protect her. To keep her hidden from those who would either use her or kill her.In Her Face I See the Truth (a GoT AU fic) by LJ-Todd
As she grew, blossoming from child to young woman, so many people said they could see Lyanna in her. They said she was the very image of his sister. That they could easily think her to be Lyanna's twin instead of her niece.
But Ned knew that was just because they did not know who Joana really was.
For all her physical resemblance to Lyanna, Joana bore none of Lyanna's wilful personality, none of her fierce temper or the ice that had made Lyanna who she was. Joana was, surprisingly, docile and quiet. She held honour and justice highly but believed both should be dealt out fairly and wisely. She was her father's daughter in more ways than she would ever know.
But she was not his.
He had claimed her, called her daughter and loved her as fiercely as a father should, but she was no more his than
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