13letters

Creation of the slow burn tag. Created March 9, 2017. Number of Recs: 5.


His M’Lady by 13letters | R: M | W: 100k+ | 40/?

She closes her eyes and there he is.
Six and ten, crossing his arms over his ridiculously broad chest and looking at her like she isn’t some highborn lady, just a silly girl that surely can’t know the directions North better than he can. But she does, and then he’s standing outside the gates of Winterfell again, twenty and two and calling her name; cursing her later when they’re beside that stupid lake and justice really does deliver.
When his breath is hot against her, and everything is so perfect for at least this once as he’s inside her for the first time and lust bedfellows his greed with the sins he’s committing in the name of hope and her, and yes, yes, right there, his weight atop her, his kiss pressing to her lips.
As it’s just them, and he isn’t telling her to walk away, isn’t telling her to never leave him again.
Her eyes are closed, and she’s seeing everything in the flesh all over again, and oh, gods.

Where The Heart Lies by rad_sad | R: M | W: 50k+ | 14/?

Amidst the war ravaging the land of Westeros, a lone Stark must find her way home, to her true family.
And yet.

Valerian Steel by Kieraembers | R: M | W: 50k+ | 36/?

Arya is given a name, Daenerys Targaryen, but when she arrives in Pentos she finds her way home. Two women who refuse to be ruled by men travel across the Narrow Sea to retake their homes in A Song of Ice and Fire.
(Rated M for Cannibalism, violence, lemon) Major character pov +some minor character povchapter 34 -36 is up as of 6/29. Daenerys, Sansa and Gendry POV comments kudos.

Time, Love, And Endings by fansfieldpark | R: M | W: 25k+ | 21/?

Based on GoT’s end, how I imagine it. Follows tv series canon mostly, picks up at end of season 6 so beware spoilers. Multi POV from: Jon, Sansa, Arya, Gendry, Daenerys, Jaime, and Tyrion. Ultimately a pairing-centric kind of fic. Drama-angst-Rom (in that order) some violence and character death. Occasional light smut but slow burn. Work in Progress and first part of planned series.

Her Songs Are Wild by waitingforthehogwartsletter | R: NR | W: 25k+ | 6/?

Arya Stark grew up on music, on Mozart, Beethoven and her father’s own music. She is as forced into the classical music as much as she loved the alternative when her half-brother Jon first played it for her. As such, she grows to breathe music more than air itself, and soon is met with other versions of musicians, and a very, very mysterious and talented one named Gendry.

7

She told him that she loved him, chapped lips gasping the words she’s held in too long. To the air, to the breath she can feel him hold now that he’s watching her instead of the ceiling with his fingers so close to her wrist. His cheek is resting on her shin, and this is will-they-won’t-they, this is something she’s held onto for too long, him never quite close enough but as close as he’d ever be to her, the epicenter of this fucking explosion and this collision and the point it has to change because he’s been such a goner for natural disasters since the first time they got stuck in that thunderstorm.

She’s sixteen.

She’s in love.

She doesn’t expect him to.. to say anything, or to take her seriously, or – anything.

It’s just that one late night after eight hours at the garage, eight more at the bar, two more to tequila, he drunkenly tried to shake her hand but fell forward into her arms instead, laughing as he slurred that he missed, sorry, but his mouth was so close to her mouth.

She’s said she loves him, and the silence starts to feel calm like the storm is over and for once he’s still, not drumming his fingers impatiently or living like they’ve both known this grave loss that stickers them together, pomegranate juice dripping off her fingers or his mouth as pink as a blood orange,

“Ben,” she tries, her voice so weak. So mouthful of forever and kisses she could soften to forgiveness; she doesn’t meet his eyes because if he doesn’t gaze back at her like she’s hope, like this love between her ribs isn’t blossoming out into his sternum, too, then what the hell has this “Ben,” she says.

“Don’t,” he whispers. “Rey,” he’s drowning here, “Rey.”

And it’s a mistake, she realizes, to look at him.

“Don’t say my name that way,” he tells her like a broken man, like a month from now they won’t be riding in his car and it won’t hit him like common sense, like lightning, he doesn’t ever want to have to be without her, a couple more months and he won’t hold her face in his hands like he’s got hold of her heart, no, she watches him lock his jaw. She watches him turn away from her.

“Not like that, Rey,” he begs. “Don’t say my name like I’m breaking your heart.”

Excerpt from Chapter 11 of His Brown Eyes by 13letters