I know that I've got a lot of various fic's currently in the works. I just thought I would give you guys some info on them
The Stonehearts: (Robb/Asha) Originally was supposed to just be a 1 page prompt fill. Now stretching into a seven chapter long story. Working on that. Hopefully this next go through I won't scrap my chapter and actually post it for you people to see.
Faith Found at Last: (Jon/Sansa) So this is one I've kept under wraps because I'm really self-conscious about it. This is an AU where Jon has recently became a member of the Roman Catholic priesthood and sworn a vow of celibacy. However after meeting one of the schoolteachers at the catholic school where he works, a woman by the name of Sansa, he begins to doubt himself. I have a lot of this sketched out, but it's on the back burner for now.
Dreams of Normandy: (Jon/Sansa) My newest endeavor. I want to explore a darker twist on this AU. Jon has survived D-Day, but at the cost of his leg. While rehabilitating in a hospital, he meets Sansa. Along the way he gains valuable insight from fellow wounded soldiers (played by his Watch pals). Recent decision to pursue this one. We'll see how it goes.
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In response to a prompt from my dear friend sexghosts, I present a short clip of my WW2 Jon/Sansa fic.
Screaming, he flung himself to the ground and scrambled for cover, bullets whistling past his head. Jon felt helpless as he watched his brothers in arms mowed down by the Kraut emplacements. The blistering heat of the explosion washed over Jon, sand spraying against his face.
“Please sir, calm down!” Jon’s woke with a start and Omaha beach disappeared, replaced by the pale concrete walls of the hospital. A hand landed on his shoulder, pushing him back against the cot. Jon looked up at the nurse standing over him, his panic ebbing away.
So I wrote a little ficlet based off a Rosie the Riveter Dacey/Brienne prompt sexghosts gave me.
It wasn’t often that Brienne found herself staring morosely into an empty bottle, contemplating her future. The war had certainly simplified things, given her a job at the factory. The girls there had taken care of each other and the few men who had been thrown back by the draft respected the ladies working beside them.
 Now, with the war over and the men returning, the world was shifting back out of this wonderful paradise. This morning Mr. Greyjoy had pulled her off the floor and informed Brienne that her services were no longer required and to not show up for work. Her wonderful dream had been nothing more than that, a short-lived fantasy.
 “If you’re hoping to drown your sorrows, we’re going to need more than that.” Brienne glanced up as Dacey slid into the booth, with several more bottles in tow.
 Giving her friend a sour look, Brienne took a drink from her. “I am not drowning my sorrows. Especially not over working for that bastard Balon.” She clenched her fist tighter around the neck of the bottle.
 Dacey raised an eyebrow and sipped her beer. “Then I suppose you don’t want to hear about who the bastard replaced you with? Even if it was, say, his scrawny son Theon?” Her blond friend sat up straighter and gave her friend an incredulous look. Dacey gave her a small nod.
Brienne slammed her bottle on the table,drawing a few stares from around the room. She didn’t care what they thought of her at this point, she was furious.“That rat replaced me with his beanpole? Theon couldn’t even lift a riveter, let alone know how to use one!” Dacey nodded again.
 “I had to spend most of this morning trying to teach the schmuck how to hold the damn thing. Now let me tell you, that was a sight to behold.” Dacey chuckled, pausing for a moment. “Around the twelfth time he got tangled in the cord and fell on his ass I gave up and told the boss I was taking my lunch break.” She was wearing a large smile now, which had Brienne curious.
 “What’s so damn funny Dacey? You’re acting peculiarly good-spirited for someone who spent the better half of today teaching a monkey how to use a wrench!”
 “Well that’s because when I came back from lunch break Theon was gone. Turns out he decided to show off to one of the girls, and ended up breaking both his arms. God knows how the beanpole did it…” Dacey broke out into a grin. “Anyways, old bastard Balon wanted me to tell you he wants you back tomorrow. Also told me to tell you he’s throwing a full day’s pay for thinking his son 'was more a man than you were.'”
Brienne froze, then started grinning as well and raised her bottle. “I can drink to that!” It looked like the dream wasn't over after all.
EDIT: I made something to go with it. It's just a crude shop, but it gets the job done.
So I've been writing a new fic. Was inspired by a prompt for a Riot-grrrl Asha/Robb sent to me by the ever wonderful sexghosts. I just figured I would share a little bit of it, to make sure that I make myself keep going on this one. I haven't really had a chance to edit this, it's hot off the press.
The roar of the crowd was one of the few things that sent electricity down her spine. Screaming into the mic, Asha could feel her blood pounding fast and hot as the crowd writhed in front of her. Women and men jumped and moved with the pulsing rhythm, their feet stomping and shaking the club’s foundations. She grinned at the sea of bodies packed tightly into the club, sweat dripping down her face as she turned to look at the rest of The Stonehearts.
 The band’s guitarist, Margaery, was standing with her feet planted wide, her petite fingers flying across the neck of her pink guitar. She looked flawless as always, flashing a perfect smile at the crowd. Dressed in ripped denim and fishnet stockings, the pixie was dancing across the stage as her solo started, drawing cheers from the crowd.
 If I’m the voice of this band, then she’s certainly the face of it. Asha thought wryly as she watched Margaery drop to her knees and lean over the stage, kissing one of their fans before ducking back up, never missing a single note.
 Meanwhile, Brienne was her stalwart self, staring intently out into the crowd as she strummed out the deep bass that set their rhythm. Towering over the band, she was older than any of them, but that didn’t mean the girls didn’t love her any less. She was the first to defend her bandmates and wasn’t afraid to throw down if things got messy. Asha followed her gaze into the crowd and smiled as she saw Brienne’s partner tucked away in the back, her auburn hair done up in a smart bun. She never missed a performance, something that Asha thought was adorable.
 Suddenly the drums kicked in and Asha snapped back to the song. There wasn’t a drum solo in Off With Joff... Gritting her teeth, she glanced over at the red head planted firmly behind the drum set, sticks flying in a blur from a pile of fur.
 Damn it Ygritte, you can’t stand getting upstaged can you?
 The fiery haired drummer glared over at Margaery from behind a pair of rose glasses, deep under a pile of faux fur. The drum’s slammed and pounded, sending out a violent rhythm. Margaery turned and stuck her tongue out at the drummer. The two of them had been at each other’s throats for the past few weeks and Asha had hoped to try to defuse the situation. That had backfired when she found out that her brother was the source of their trouble. Theon had been dating both of them on the sly. She knew that her bandmates would work things out, they always did. But until then, it was easier just to let them work things out their own way.
Asha let her friend pound out her anger, then took over, leading quickly led into their new song Stannis the Menace.
OK, let's see, trying to get creative with the prompts: Let's have a paragraph (I'll leave the sentence count up to you) of Ned/Cat, "Are you crazy, of COURSE Sansa is going to Julliard if she's accepted!"
"Ned Stark, you cannot be serious!" Catelyn was standing across from her husband, arms crossed and her face sporting a look of fury. Her husband sat stolidly in his chair, staring back at his wife.
"Do you know how long our daughter has dreamed of going to Julliard? And now you want to send her across the sea to that dreary academy you sent Robb to?" She was practically shouting now, her face a livid red.Â
Ned frowned, leaning forward in his seat. “Robb is thriving there! He excels at his work, keeps good company, and even met that lovely Jeyne.”
Cat pointed a finger at her husband accusingly. “Sansa isn’t Robb. You know that. Let her go where she wants to! You need to stop trying to control her Ned, she’s not a child anymore!”
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And since I seem to be doing things in threes, let's do five sentences: Jon the coffee shop folk singer, Sansa the instantly-enthralled fan.
It was Jeyne who nudged her, pulling her away from her legal brief and back into the real world. Sansa brushed her hair out of her tired eyes and glanced up, following her friend's gaze. The Watch always had a local musician playing over the quiet buzz of the coffee shop, but this one was different from the usual scrawny hipsters. He was broad shouldered, with black hair that framed a square jaw and an almost melancholy gaze. Her heart fluttered as his grey eyes locked with hers across the room, and she knew that tonight was going to be different.
Now let's try five sentences of femslashy bondage, Margaery plus Chef's choice. :)
Because I really liked your ship from earlier.
The ropes bit enticingly against her delicate skin, sending shivers down Margaery's spine. Biting her lip, she gazed up at the woman crouched over her, long blonde hair covering up a pair of breasts to die for. The gaze cast down at her was anything but caring, hungry feline eyes roaming over the brunette's petite body. The older woman leaned down agonizingly slowly, Cersei's golden tresses brushing teasingly against her sensitive breasts. "Now... do you want me to continue...?"
OK. Let's push the envelope a bit. Five sentences, grown-up Bran/Meera meeting at a political rally/protest. :)
The last time Meera had seen him was in college. Well the first time in person anyways, it was hard not to see Brandon Stark's face plastered on the television these days, his determined look and soft smile making him the face of the political group Seeing Beyond Disability. Now, they were both at the same protest over the closing of the last school for the blind in the state. He looked over at her and gave her that smile and Meera was thrown back to those days of late night drunken debates and... what would follow. She stiffened her back and made her way through the crowd, walking towards the boy-turned-man.
