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Dever e Honra - História escrita por Greenstark by Greenstark
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
06 Aug 2025
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Após seu retorno a Porto Real, a única coisa em que Jaime pensava era em ter Cersei em seus braços, abraçá-la, beijá-la e estar dentro dela o máximo de tempo que pudesse. Sabia que ela seria tão grata por vê-lo novamente que não mediria esforços para que lhe ajudar a convencer Lorde Tywin a devolver as meninas Stark. Para sua surpresa, a irmã o desprezou e com Arya desaparecida, sua única chance de redenção era Sansa Stark.
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The Lion’s Winter Rose by AshesByMoonlight
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire – George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
30 Oct 2025
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❝ A lion does not kneel—unless it’s to kiss the blood from a wolf’s wounds. ❞
When Joffrey Baratheon threatens Sansa with a crossbow, it isn’t Tyrion who comes to her aid. It’s Jaime. Golden, bloodstained, and disillusioned, he cuts through the court like a blade through silk—rescuing her, swearing a quiet oath no one hears.
In the wake of violence and betrayal, Sansa finds herself in the arms of her family's sworn enemy. She expects cruelty, coldness—but not protection. Not obsession. Not… him.
As their passion deepens and a child is conceived in secret, Jaime turns on his own house to protect the only thing he now considers his.
When the truth is exposed, they flee toward the North. Together. Hunted. Desperate. Bound by flesh, vengeance, and the growing life between them.
From the shadows of the Red Keep to the snows of Winterfell, this is the tale of a lion brought to heel by a rose blooming in winter.
And the firestorm they ignite in the process.
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The Door Shuts Against the Wind by AshesByMoonlight
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
02 Nov 2025
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Brienne’s tears still wet on the night, Jaime hides in the half-dark with a cup and a knot of guilt he can’t drink past—until Sansa finds him, takes the wine from his hand, and his mouth with hers. She leads him to her chambers by the hand and makes the question simple: why did you hurt her? “You,” he admits. Forgiveness tastes like winter wine and heat. What begins soft turns fierce and tender in equal measure—sweet kisses yielding to hungry need, grief burned clean in furs and firelight, and a vow written in skin instead of words. In Winterfell’s silence, they choose each other and make the ghosts stand down.