#arya stark prompts

[x-aefx]

Hi sweetie! So we have the exact same obsession with Arya and Ellie and you said they are kinda similar (and it is true lmao). What things do you think dating them would have in common? And the differences? I also can't stop thinking about having a relathinship with both, like a one shot crossover. Omg I'm going feral for this.

I LOVE THIS.

In all honesty this had me thinking for a bit.

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DATING ARYA STARK/ELLIE WILLIAMS :

SIMILARITIES;

Both would make sure you know how to defend yourself.

Arya would teach you how to use a sword and a bow and arrow (any weapon really) watching you improve would make her heart swell with pride. She would tease you constantly during training but her priority would be to make sure your always protected.

Ellie would teach you how to shoot a gun, use a knife etc. Again, seeing your improvements would make her proud but she would express that with flirty remarks. Ellie would encourage you to practice by pretending she's someone unwanted and for you to try strike her, however neither she or Arya would ever try it on you.

Both are very protective of you. Will make this clear to anyone they think needs to know.

Family is very important to Arya and Ellie. Neither would rush or pressure you into meeting their family. However when you do agree to meet them, they'll go all out. Both will make sure everything is perfect! They'll give you any necessary warnings or advice. Will hold your hand reassuringly if they notice your nervous/stressed. Both would proudly show you off to everyone.

Neither are very lovey dovey in public HOWEVER both would throw out the occasional flirty remark.

In crowds or other settings that can be stressful/dangerous/overwhelming Arya would let you squeeze her hand as tight as you need without showing any bit of pain. She would whisper comforting things to you. If she thinks your uncomfortable or overwhelmed she will lead you away from everyone and reassure you everything is alright. She'll cup the sides of your face and comfort you.

Ellie LOVES to hold your hands. Her hand will be on the small of your back to guide you or simply to remind you your safe and that she's beside you. Hugs from behind. She'll creep up on you, wrap her hands around your waist and rest her chin on your shoulder, swaying you both slightly.

Arya's and Ellie's perfect date would be just the two of you together someplace out of sight from everyone else.

Ellie would either bring you to her home or an abandoned building (that is safe!) She'll probably have weed or alcohol with her. Music would be playing in the background, which she'll probably make you dance with her to. She'll joke around, shower you in compliments and since it's just the two of you, she'll be more affectionate. She'll shower you in kisses everywhere. She'll praise you and her compliments will turn to flirty and seductive remarks fast. I'm sure you have an idea as to what might happen after;)

Arya would bring you to a beautiful northern sight on horseback. At first things will be calm. You two will get into a deep but nice conversation. The atmosphere is light and free. Then Arya will waste no more time and show you how much she loves and appreciates you. She'll remind you of your worth and beauty. Very flirty and blunt.

Prayers go to whoever hurts you in the slightest because theses girls would quite literally kill for you. No matter who they are or what advantages they have, Arya and Ellie would easily show them the mistake they made.

DIFFERENCES:

The main differences between Arya and Ellie in my opinion is how the would react to things.

Arya;

Arya would waste no time in finding out the reason for your pain and dealing with it. She would do it unexpectedly and quietly. She wouldn't make it a scene or very public unless it's something serious and she's real pissed off, them she'll go off.

When that's dealt with she'll go straight to you. She won't mention what she did as her only focus at that moment will be you. She'll hold you and comfort you. She'll let you cry in her arms and listen to your sobs and mumbling. Arya will continually remind you of how strong you are and how much your are worth. Won't leave you until she knows your alright.

Ellie;

Ellie would go to you first to make sure what she was hearing was true. Once she sees your pain she will be filled with rage and anger. She'll go straight away to deal with the problem but upon hearing your protests, her anger will disappear and immediately she's by your side pulling you into her arms. Ellie will rub up and down your arms to soothe you, she'll kiss your shoulders and neck, along your jaw and all over your face.

She'll remind you of your worth and how much you mean to her. When you calm down she'll make sure you've eaten and gently get you into bed. Whilst your asleep that will be when she'll go deal with whatever made you hurt. She won't care about making a scene, only that the problem is dealt with it.

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I wrote this at 2am so my apologies for any mistakes.

[esmedalma]

She knew the hymn; her mother had taught it to her once, a long time ago in Winterfell

Sansa Month 2023 Day 1 - Women

[theartoftheprompt]

Happy International Women's Day

[eddieheart]

So I had an idea... and I did a thing... pretty much the idea was that instead of getting pet direwolves the Starks (including Jon) were werewolves. Anyway that spiralled into the kids looking like their direwolves and because I can’t draw I photoshopped it. The pics are really bad so sry lol

Some of their aesthetics (?) are based on the show, some on the book and some in other specific fan art. (I gave Sansa a blue bow cus she gave lady one)

The fanart in question ^

And yes I know, Jon looks deranged and Sansa looks like Cersi sorry bro, that’s just how the cookie crumbled

[shining-m00nlight]

41

41. “I love you and all, but you’re really stretching your luck right now.”

Catelyn Starks finds her husband in a pile of puppies. He now has to explain to her. (A very classic the Starks are getting diewolfs fic.)

Catelyn raised her eyebrow while looking at her husband, who was sitting on the living room floor with six puppies in his lap.

She wanted to say so many things at that moment but finally settled on telling her husband: "I love you and all, but you're really stretching your luck right now."

"Oh, come on. Cat. Look at them. They are so fluffy." Ned told her, taking one of the puppys and holding it next to his face and looking at her with eyes so big they rivalled the dog’s.

"No, no, no! I don't wanna look at them! I looked at them long enough to count them. There are six of them! Six!"

It's not like she hates dogs but she really couldn't handle the thought of having six dogs to take care of.

"Don't think of it like six dogs, love. I think you should first take our children into consideration. We have six of them as well. So it’s six dogs and six children. One dog for each child. That would mean, zero dogs for you."

Ned spoke as if he just figured out the solution to world hunger. She looked at her husband with suspicion.

"Did the kids coach you to say this? Did they actually convince you that they are responsible enough to take care of six dogs?"

"Well they did make some really compelling arguments. Having a dog teaches responsibility. And with each of them having their own dog, there will be no fighting about who is responsible for what because they will all have clearly defined responsibilities."

"Ned, I know you love telling our sons they are almost grown men while they are still wearing diapers to bed. But do you really believe our three year old, who regularly sleeps in bed with us because his “teddy” had a nightmare, who we dress, who we still cut food for, who we basically still do everything for, as we should, since you how he is three, can actually take care of another living thing by himself?

Hell do you even believe our fourteen year olds can take care of another living creature completely by themselves? Because I don't. Which means somebody has to pick up all the things they can't or won't do. And that will be me and I will end up taking care of six dogs."

After that Ned was quiet. Not having a good argument against his wife. But one of the puppies escaped his lap and stumbled towards Catelyn now.

Cat looked at the little dog with caution, he was completely black and was making small japs at her. But she was determined not to let herself get swayed just because a small pup looked at her.

"No! Do not come closer. I don't want you in my space?" she told the little black puppy.

Of course the small creature that by now had reached her feet didn't listen. The black dog was trying to jump up her leg. She tried very hard to ignore the little paws at her legs and the admittedly adorable whines coming from the floor.

In the end, despite her inner fighting, she was unsuccessful.

Catelyn made the mistake of looking down and into the puppy's eyes, those big, beautiful, innocent eyes. She couldn't help herself. She reached down to give the creature a quick pet on the head.

But the little monster immediately used her moment of weakness to cuddle himself into her hand. Ned was right he was really fluffy but she was still determined not to fold just because of a bit of soft fur.

“Ned, we really really can’t keep them,” she told her husband, trying to make him see reason.

“But Cat, look at him, look at how much he loves you already. And if we keep them, imagine getting six times of puppy love every day.”

“But also, six times walking, six times collecting poop, six times feeding and six times more cleaning because their fur will be all over everything! Ned, you need to see reason.”

“Ok, how about this, we make a deal with the kids. If they don’t take care of their dogs, as much as is reasonable for their age, they have to give the dogs back. And I promise you that all the responsibilities the kids are too young for will fall on me and you have to do nothing”

At Cat’s raised eyebrow Ned quickly added, “Basically nothing, maybe a few little things when I am not here. But I will give you a reward each time.

Catelyn had to smile a bit. "Are you gonna pay me 10$ an hour for walking the dogs like one would do for the neighbor kids?"

Ned also smiled at his wife. While they talked he had carefully placed the five remaining puppies from his lap into a bundled up blanket pile and then started walking toward his wife. When he reached her, he hugged her from behind with one hand around her hip, while the other reached for the black puppy himself.

"I know this will be a big adjustment and I promise I will be the person most responsible for all of it. But when Benjen brought them the kids were so happy. They even each picked one without fighting. This little one is Rickons by the way.

Benjen found them behond the wall, their mother died and now they don't have anyone. If Benjen can't find anyone to take them he will have to euthanize them or put them back behond the wall where they would die.

And there's basically no one but us to take them in. It is against the law to have them outside the North, you also need a special license to keep them as well as proof of massive available space for them. It is not something most people can provide. But we could since we have moved to Winterfell after dad died."

She knew he didn't mention his fathers recent death to get her to soften up, he wasn't manipulative after all but it still did. The passing of his father had hurt her husband a lot and now that she thought back on it she hadn't seen him as happy as he has been sitting in the pile of puppies in a while.

"You have a dog holding license like that? I didn't know that."

"Oh yes, it is still from my childhood. My dad had them from before we were born and we grew up with them. They died when I was a teenagers but me and my siblings still decided to get the license when we were adults."

Something about this revile made her brain itch but she couldn't put a finger on why. For now she decided to ignore it. Because while he didn't say it, Cat could hear in her husband's voice that the dogs obviously meant a lot to him and those little ones probably reminded him of the dogs he grew up with. Still snuggled into her husband and holding the little furball, her resolve broke.

"I guess if the kids and you really promise to care for the dogs and I will never be responsible for bathing any of them, we can try to keep them. Try! The emphasis is on try!

If in two weeks I'm sitting here with six dogs while you all are busy with something else I will personally call Benjen to pick them up and bring them back to where they came from!"

Her husband hugged her a bit tighter from behind and whispered

"You are the best mother and wife. I promise we will all be on our best behavior. Me, the kids and the dogs."

"You better keep that promise."

"I will and the kids will promise too."

Suddenly there was a storm of little people all yelling different versions of ,we will,"we'll take good care of them" and "we promise". Now she had her daughters at each of her sides hugging her, kissing her face, saying "thank you, thank you" all over again, her two younger sons trying to squeeze into her lap at the same time almost squishing the puppy, that still resided there and her two oldest trying to put their arms around the whole bundled up family.

"You are the best mom ever" exclaimed her smaller daughter right into her ear.

Cat turned to her and marvelled at the beautiful smile Anya gifted her. There was nothing more beautiful than her children's smiles but Arya's was always special to her.

Arya didn't often share true full smiles with her as they often clashed when Arya wouldn't like or listen to what her mother told her. But when she truly smiled, Cat was reminded so much of Ned that her heart would melt in an instant.

"Well, please remember that if this doesn't work out and the dogs have to go again" she said to remind them all that this was not a yes without conditions.

She still smiled at all of her children. She really did hope they would show enough responsibility to take care of the dogs. They seemed so happy and she wanted them to stay that way.

"Yes, if this doesn't work out and the puppies need to go, you have only yourself to blame. You can not be mad at your mother." Ned added sternly.

Cat was really grateful for her husband's words. She didn't really want to end up being the only bad guy if this went down south.

"But the puppies won't have to. We will be the best puppy caretakers ever and we train them to be the best behaved puppies ever." Robb chimed in. Jon was nodding his head in agreement.

Cat spent the next hours still on the living room floor together with her family being introduced to six little puppys. Cat was amused by how the puppies seemed to perfectly fit her children's personalities. The little black one that she now knew was Shaggydog, was running around and yapping at everyone if nobody gave him attention.

Arya's dog Nymeria was not far behind. Sansa's dog Lady could almost be described as polite, while Beans dog, who didn't have a name yet, was constantly trying to climb the furniture. The white wolf, Ghost, that belonged to Jon was quiet and listened very well for such a little puppy.

Robb's Greywind seemed as if he was trying to keep an eye on all of his siblings, barking at Shaggy when he tried to jump on the other puppies and at the unnamed dog when he tried to climb on a particularly high piece of furniture.

Catelyn had seldomly enjoyed herself so much in her life. She had all of her children around her, she was in her husband's arms and everybody was basically vibrating with happiness.

When she laid in her husband's arms in bed that night, she thought that she could handle six dogs if they would gift her family this much delight. She could exept having to clean up behind the little furmonsters if it gave her children the possibility of being woken up by their sweet little puppies licking their face, so they might appear less grumpy at the breakfast table.

And Ned was right. Winterfell was a perfect home for dogs with its wide spaces and the Godswoods attached to it. That thought sparked a memory at something Ned had said to her today that she hadn't truly understood but had put off for the moment.

"Ned?" she whispered.

"Yes, my Love?" he answered her in the same calm whisper.

"Why do these dogs require so many laws about where they are allowed to live? Which breed of dogs are forbidden outside the North?"

Ned didn't answer her. He kept quiet and stared up at the ceiling. Cat got a bit suspicious.

"Ned? Will you answer my question?"

Ned coughed: "Yes, well you see... Technically, they might not actually be dogs"

"What?"

"They are kind of direwolves." Ned confessed.

"NED! WHAT THE F---"

[hewantshisbrideback]

Arya Month, Day 01+02: Favorite Arc and Favorite Moments

Becoming the Ghost of Harrenhal

[dwellordream]

For the prompt fill: Sansa and Arya, The Moon Reversed!

"I think we ought to just fight," says Arya.

Sansa, who has been staring at her tearfully, waiting for some sort of sensible response to what she thought was a very heartfelt apology, says, "What is wrong with you?"

"Not with swords," Arya says, quickly, as if that were up for debate.

"Arya!"

"We haven't had a proper fight since we were ten and eight," says Arya. "I think we're due for a pummeling." She is rolling up her sleeves.

"You want to hit me?" Sansa asks incredulously.

"A little." Arya looks at her, hard. "You don't want to hit me? Be honest."

"No, I am not going to hit you!" Sansa exclaims. "That's ridiculous! We're not children anymore! We are not going to settle things by beating each other!"

"Well," says Arya, "I'll give you to the count of three, and then I'm going to take a swing. No faces. Should we agree to avoid the face?"

"If you hit me in the face, Arya," Sansa hisses, "I am going to kill you." She flushes. "I mean-,"

"That's the spirit," Arya says, approvingly. "One."

"You're mad," says Sansa. "I always knew you were mad."

"You just threatened my life," Arya points out. "Two."

"That was- Arya, I obviously wasn't serious-,"

"You looked serious. Three!"

She lunges. Sansa picks up a pillow and smashes it into her head.

"We just said no face!" Arya shrieks. "You're an oathbreaker, Sansa! Always have been!"

Sansa is too busy deflecting blows to her belly and legs to argue that they only banned fists swinging at the face, not other implements.

Arya shoves her onto the floor. Sansa drags her down with her, shrieking. She's a head taller than her sister but Arya is compact with muscle and surprisingly wiggly.

Sansa has the advantage in reach but when Arya headbutts her in the stomach she feels all the wind leave her body.

Arya pauses. "Are you alright?"

Sansa grimaces and then pinches her sister in the neck, hard.

[fineosaur]

"The skirt is supposed to be this short" - Gendrya plsss.

lavender kiss | m | gendrya

from this drabble challenge

After losing a bet, Gendry and Arya have to attend a Halloween party as a slutty doctor and slutty nurse. Only Gendry can't quite take his eyes off Arya once she reveals her outfit.

When it comes down to things, Gendry’s not usually quite on board or understanding of certain parties. He doesn’t understand why anyone would shotgun a beer can instead of drinking it like a normal person. 

He doesn’t understand why anyone would smoke menthols & switches when regular tobacco is perfectly fine. 

He particularly doesn’t understand why Halloween is such a big deal to university students. Yet there he is, allowing himself to be dressed up in a doctor’s outfit. 

He fusses with the stethoscope around his neck and waits for her to get ready. At least she’s there with him to look just as ridiculous. 

The Riverlands had just started to grow colder. Autumn was a solid season, none of the sweltering heat of summer and pesky bugs of spring, and none of the mornings with ice on his windshield like winter. 

Autumn suited him well. This, not quite so much. 

He lowers his eyes, taking in his reflection. The white coat he wears fits terribly, scrunching at his upper arms where the polyester tries to stretch too tightly. Inside he wears a shirt with a tie and brown slacks. 

As stupid as he looks, he does not fit the criteria of what he was asked to. 

It’s ‘slutty doctor’ and ‘slutty nurse’, remember to show some of that chest hair, Gen.

He sighs and gets himself a drink of water, knowing that he’ll thankfully have the numbing haze of alcohol later in the night. 

Gendry checks his watch and waits on her. It’s a small party, just a few of their friends, all of which will likely get on his back for being late, though it’s always her fault if they arrived late. 

After they lost their bet with Lommy and Hot Pie, Gendry had not taken it so seriously. Arya however was never a very good loser, she taunted the pair of them over the lost game, landing them where they were now. 

He guesses there’s no true difference, if they had won, he would still have to wear some absurd outfit or the other. 

Gendry’s head lifts up when he hears his bedroom door open. She walks into his living room with loud yet graceful heeled steps. 

His mouth goes dry and he takes another sip of his water. Gods, there was no way. 

“Gods, I fucking hate Lommy,” she curses at her reflection. 

Sure he hates Lommy too, but looking at her right then and there, he feels his loathing trickle away ever so slightly. 

He joins her in the living room, sure that his shock is blatant by the expression on his face. 

“Well?” 

Her tone is rough and displeased. He doesn’t take it personally at all. 

He swallows tightly and watches her twirl. He must be hallucinating on some level. The tea from earlier was one of her brother’s weird concoctions, he’s sure of it. 

“The skirt–” 

“The skirt is supposed to be this short,” Arya interrupts him quickly enough. “Apparently women taller than 5’5 don’t exist.” 

The frown on her face is exaggerated by her thick, dark brows. They make her glistening grey eyes look colder than they are. 

She turns to check the skirt from the back in the mirror. It looks layered, making it appear puffy like the ball gowns he’s seen on tv. It’s tacky yet exquisite.

Arya finally meets his eyes and her frown dissipates. “Gods, you look constipated,” she mocks. Her heels click as she approaches him and he feels himself grow redder. 

“Just feeling hot in the tie,” he lies. 

“It’s supposed to be slutty doctor, remember,” he curses her for bringing it up. This close, she’s able to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. This close he can smell her and the floral scent she’s wearing. “See, now that’s better. If I have my whole arse out, you should be able to show some cleavage.” She jokes.

It’s impossible not to stare at her arse when she mentions it. Gendry scolds himself internally for being so vile to his best friend. 

“Gendry!” 

He realises she’s caught him and his eyes shoot up to hers. Arya’s completely forgotten her grievances and an amused expression crosses her face. 

“Yeah?” Shame reddens his cheeks further and he rubs the back of his neck as she walks over to him. 

She has a knowing grin on her face as she gets closer, making his chest grow tight. 

“You’re checking me out,” Arya accuses him. 

Gendry can’t help but smile and give a small laugh. “Arya, your arse is out, I can’t help it,” he defends himself. 

“Is that how you speak about women?” She taunts him. 

“I wouldn’t care to look at any other woman’s arse.”

It slips out stupidly but she hears it.

She’s closer than she was before. And even if she’s in platforms, she’s still a head shorter than he is. 

They’ve never spoken about crossing the line in their years of friendship, despite the comments they get so often from friends and family. It would be catastrophic, he tells himself. 

But it’s not like he hasn’t thought about it… almost every time he’s with her. And every time he’s not. 

“Arya?” He asks as she gazes up at him with a smile.

Gendry hesitates. Neither of them has had anything to drink yet, this would be them acting with sober, rational minds. 

How bad could it really be? He asks himself.

“Gods, you’re teasing,” Gendry tells her with a joking gasp. He makes up his mind and pulls her by her waist. “What are you waiting for, Arya?” He asks her with his lips only an inch away from hers.

He sees the excitement tint her eyes, growing darker than he’s ever seen.

Arya kisses him first. He’s more than ready when she does so. He groans on her lips and holds her tighter.

Gendry’s hand goes down to squeeze a handful. He doesn’t care if he’s moving fast. It’s perfect and smooth, even over the fishnets she wears. 

She pulls away to kiss his neck and he drops his head back. His head swims with grief, lust-fuelled, delicious grief. 

“Are we really doing this, Arya?” 

He meets her eyes as he asks the question. If she says no, he would take his hands off her in a heartbeat. But the tug in his heart and the evidence straining in his slacks hope she doesn’t. 

“Can we afford to be late?” 

Gendry doesn’t even bother to check his watch. “Fuck if I care,” he answers swiftly at her assent. He takes her into his arms once again, this time lifting her off the wooden floors and depositing her onto his sofa. 

He lets his eyes wander her body. He stills at her face, taking in the sweet smile on her lips. Her hair is in a tight ponytail at the crown of her head behind ridiculous costume details. 

Gendry gets to his feet, staring down at her and getting rid of his coat. “As hot as you look in all this, I need it all off,” Gendry tells her as his fingers undo his buttons. 

Arya bites her lip with a smile and gives him a nod. “Take them off me,” she demands instead. 

He takes a deep breath in and throws his shirt to the side. He gives her a wide smile and joins her on the sofa once again, taking her in his arms and kissing her with no remorse.

[kloethewriter]

Does anyone have an Starkling (The Stark siblings) or Stark family prompts? Like I’m in the mood to write especially them but I’m just not inspired or have an idea what to write. Would really appreciate them!

[x-aefx]

This guy's glow up was more impressive then season 8.

[bookhousestark]

ARYA MONTH 2022 - Day 11: House of Black and White

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Arya Stark - Observation and being smart (AGOT-ACOK)

Arya Stark is very good at observing others and she's been good at it long before she started training on that skill with the faceless men.

She doesn’t like Cersei even before the Trident incident

“I don’t like the Queen” Arya said casually.

She overhears Illyrio and Varys plotting on the King Landing’s dungeon and while she can’t see their faces due to darkness she puts two and two together and realises that her father and the people loyal to Starks are in  danger in the capital city. She realized that long before her own father did.

"I didn't go out the gates," she blurted. "Well, I didn't mean to. I was down in the dungeons, only they turned into this tunnel. It was all dark, and I didn't have a torch or a candle to see by, so I had to follow. I couldn't go back the way I came on account of the monsters. Father, they were talking about killing you! Not the monsters, the two men. They didn't see me, I was being still as stone and quiet as a shadow, but I heard them. They said you had a book and a bastard and if one Hand could die, why not a second? Is that the book? Jon's the bastard, I bet."

Later on, when Cersei sends tme of the Kingsguard to find Arya and bring the child to her, Arya sees through their lie and knows that her father would never send men loyal to Lannisters to  fetch her.

"My father wouldn't send you," Arya said. She snatched up her stick sword. The Lannisters laughed.

While she’s on the road and later a captive on Harrenhal she doesn’t trust the Lannisters to reveal herself. Which is understanable considering what that House did to her father. 

She showed her smartness while she dealt with Jaqen and his three death wishes gift. Another person would waste the last wish on a person they hated (just like Arya did with the first two) and then they would continue being prisoners of the Lannister men. Not Arya though. By trapping Jaqen and telling him to kill himself she earned another favor from him. So she used this opportunity to ask him to help her overthrow the Lannisters by freeing the Northmen. When the task is completed, Jaqen is so impressed by her sharp mind that he invites her to join the faceless men. When she refuses he gives her a coin which will be useful once she changes her mind a book later and does join the Faceless Men.

Does  helping the Northmen means she trust them too? Nope. Arya doesn’t trust enough Roose Bolton to reveal her identity (a wise choice indeed).

If I tell him I am Arya Stark and command him to stand aside . . . No, she dare not. He was a northman, but not a Winterfell man. He belonged to Roose Bolton.

As the above passage shows, she can differate between a winterfell man and a simple northman, and she knows that the latter’s loyalities may lay elsewhere.

Finally, I want to say that during all these incidents described in this meta, Arya is very young - she’s only 9-10 years old. And yet she shows to be more observant and clever than many older kids and adults.

[loveipromiseimnotinsane]

"Sansa was an bratty, selfish, annoying bitch" Sansa was just a feminine 13 year old girl yall are just misogynistic

[adoptable-fanfic-prompts]

Game of Thrones Writing Prompt

All the Stark kids turn into direwolves (they still get their wolves later but also become wolves). It starts with Jon and Robb getting a fever when they are around 3-6 years old (get it at the same time). Turns out it’s a magical sickness because as soon as it passes, they can turn into direwolf pups. The same thing eventually happens to the other Stark kids.

I even had the thought of Theon potentially getting it at a later age due to him going to the Godswood of Winterfell and wishing he was a Stark over a Greyjoy (had no idea that what he thought was a private moment with himself was being observed by the Old Gods. His eyes also turn to Stark Grey. He has a harder time due to his older age, though).

The Stark children (plus Theon) are a little wilder and closer than canon. When Robert Baratheon comes down, it’s Rickon’s turn so they have to hide it.

Not sure of anything else with this. If anyone has any other ideas with this, let me know.

[maidmerrymint]

Somebody Please write this?!!

Game of Thrones x Vikings

The fic would start at the end of Season 1 of GOT and Pre-Season 4B Vikings

When Ned discovers the truth behind Cersei, Jaime, and the children he decides to send then on a ship to Stannis in Dragonstone.

Unfortunately there ship is hit by a terrible storm and Arya and Sansa end up going overboard and somehow endup in Kattegat. Only to be discovered by Helga.

Sansa Stark x Ivar the Boneless

Arya Stark x ?

@bragisrunes what do you think?