Comment fic meme #5

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I hope everyone isn't too busy with the porn battle for the post-exchange comment fic meme. As usual, I would very much appreciate if you could help spread the word about this meme on LJ or tumblr or wherever - the more people know about this, the more prompts and fills there are. :)

The rules are the same as always:

- please include the pairing/character (and maybe a short prompt/kink) in the comment title - both for prompts and for fills.
- there are both show and book fans in this community, so please warn for book spoilers beyond ACOK in the comment title. Please also warn for non-con, violence etc.
- anonymous comments are enabled, but I'd appreciate if we kept them to a minimum. If you absolutely want to go anon, okay, but I'd rather we kept this as non-anonymous as possible.
- all prompts are welcome: smut, gen, romance, crack, fluff, angst, het, slash, femslash ... anything goes.
- be civil, no character/pairing bashing, no kink shaming etc.
- please don't derail other people's prompts with comments like "I think this would be better if it was about a different character" or the like. Post your own prompt.

It's perfectly fine to reprompt ideas from the previous comment fic memes, the exchange or other kink memes. If you missed the previous fic memes, you can find the masterlists here: #1, #2, #3, #4. (Make sure you don't accidentally post new prompts over there, nobody will see them.)

As with any kink meme, this is only fun if people also fill prompts, not if there are only requests.

Filled prompts:
Catelyn & Lysa: The Tully Girl Who Mattered
Petyr/Sansa: scar kink
Victarion/Asha: Coming home
Stannis/Jon: Scars
Jon/Sansa: Jon as step-father (or father-like figure) to Sansa's children.
Sansa/Oberyn: anything that involves the water gardens.
Petyr/Sansa: Modern AU
Arya, Bran: The Race (Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet.)
Victarion/Asha: Practicality
Selyse/Stannis, Shireen: Victorious
Sansa/Oberyn: Five Gifts
Stannis/Jon: In the Skin
Sandor & Arya: Long Road Home
Sandor/Sansa: Daddy in Charge (Sandor babysitting his kids)


Multiple fills are of course welcome.

Comments

Lysa/Stannis (ASoS spoilers)

[juno-chan.livejournal.com]

AU: Lysa is never 'ruined' by Petyr (maybe Petyr was never in Riverrun, or maybe Lysa just never slept with him), so Hoster Tully is able to propose a match between her and the new king's brother (and assumed new Lord of Storm's End).

(Kicking it off with bizarre prompts, OH YEEEEEAH)

Re: Lysa/Stannis (ASoS spoilers)

[xylodemon.livejournal.com]

THINGS I NEVER KNEW I WANTED UNTIL JUST NOW.

Catelyn & Lysa

[juno-chan.livejournal.com]

"I was born to be your rival. And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?" - The Other Boleyn Girl

The Tully Girl Who Mattered 1/2

[fauxkaren.livejournal.com]

At last, Lysa had won something. She was going to King’s Landing to join her husband who would be the Hand of the King. Jon Arryn was neither as young nor as good looking as her sister’s husband, but Lysa was going to be one of the most important ladies in Westeros, second only to the queen. Catelyn, however, was being sent to the North were she would reign as lady over a frozen and remote castle. No one of consequence would care who Catelyn Stark was or what she thought. Finally, Lysa was going to be the Tully girl who mattered- if not in the eyes of her family, then in the eyes of Westeros.

The only other time that Lysa had felt like she mattered as much as her sister was when she was still a girl and her mother was alive. In those idyllic days Mother would praise Catelyn’s tiny stitches in her embroidery, but then would spend just as much time admiring how lovely Lysa looked in her new frock and how neat Lysa’s letters were, even though she was just learning how to form them. After her mother’s death, nothing was the same. Father withdrew into himself and couldn’t spare a thought for any of his children for many months.

When Hoster Tully emerged from his grief, he saw how his eldest daughter had ensured the smooth running of Riverrun (as much as any nine year old could) in the absence of her parents. From then on Father seemed to rely on Cat while barely giving Lysa a second glance. He made sure that the servants knew to go to Catelyn when they had questions about household affairs. By the time she was twelve Catelyn had essentially taken over as Lady of Riverrun, managing the household efficiently and with grace, keeping accounts in order and welcoming the bannermen who came to Riverrun. As they grew older, Lysa saw how their father would summon Cat to his chambers to discuss important manners and how he would ask her for her advice on how best to handle disputes between his bannermen. Lysa doubted that her father remembered that she existed except when she was in his presence. He didn’t even appear to be spending much time looking for a suitable marriage for her.

Lysa didn’t want Brandon Stark, but she resented the fact that Father had arranged such a good match for her sister. Brandon Stark would be Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North one day. He was handsome and charming, like a hero from the songs, and he always had a smile on his lips and a laugh behind his eyes. It was not that Lysa wanted to marry Brandon Stark- no, she would never want anyone other than her dear Petyr. She just wished her father had cared about her enough to look for an equally impressive match for her. Yes, in all things Catelyn was the priority while Lysa remained an afterthought.

Even Edmure seemed to prefer Cat’s company to her own. After their mother died, he clung to Catelyn skirts and followed her around everywhere. As children the three Tully siblings were thick as thieves and spent many a happy afternoon playing by the river and running through the godswood. Lysa never doubted that her brother loved her, but he still would run to Catelyn with every little hurt. When he was sick, it was Catelyn whose name he’d cry. When he accomplished something in the training yard or in the maester’s lessons, it was Catelyn whom he would seek out to share in his triumph.

Aegon I./Orys Baratheon

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

"My shield, my stalwart, my strong right hand."

I don't know, give me Aegon making Orys Hand of the King, or anything else with these two.

Re: Aegon I./Orys Baratheon

[outboxed.livejournal.com]

Ugh, no, Linn, no. I don't need to write more of this ship. I just- there is something amazing about Aegon making Orys his Hand because it's not a pre-existing role, right? Or if it's a pre-existing Westerosi custom or a position with a counterpart in Old Valyrian rulership systems, it's one Aegon could do away with or not choose to bring back. And he chooses ORYS. His brother. His shield, his stalwart, his strong right-hand. Oh goddd. There is so much room for this to be gorgeous and intimate and beautiful.

Arianne Martell/Viserys Targaryen

[vaznetti]

The plan works.

Stannis/Davos

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Something about younger Stannis and Davos (I just love cocky young smuggler-until-a-week-ago!Davos ;)).

Re: Stannis/Davos

[outboxed.livejournal.com]

COCKY DAVOS IS THE WORST. He's still really blunt but he's got swagger and he doesn't give a fuck what any of the highborn assholes think - except Stannis and, well, that's a whole different story, that is, and that's the one thing that checks him a little. UGH, I WANT ALL THE COCKY JUST-KNIGHTED DAVOS. Can you imagine his reaction to all the petty little poshboy knights? Hhey'd ask him how on earth he got his knighthood and he'd say he'd wager his way was the more noble for all their fine words. And they'd get all pissy with him - and then, just then, when he was thinking picking a fight here might've been foolish, he'd catch Stannis' eye and see that he approved and then just not give a shit about making a scene.

Catelyn & Edmure (and Robb)

[fauxkaren.livejournal.com]

Edmure is incredibly jealous of his nephew taking up all of Catelyn's attention and energy when Catelyn is pregnant and/or after Robb is born.

Maybe Edmure acts out, maybe there are some sweet bonding moments between Edmure and Cat (and Robb?), maybe Edmure grows up a bit. IDK IDK. Just have fun playing around with this scenario!

Roose/Tywin

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

Tywin is king of Westeros and Roose is his hand. Bonus points if Tywin loses his cool.

I will keep prompting this until I die.

Re: Roose/Tywin

[alcanis-ivennil.livejournal.com]

Westeros would certainly work with these two.

Lysa/Roose

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

Crackship. Lysa marries the lord of the Dreadfort instead of Jon Arryn, and surprise! They actually get along, after a fashion.

I really like the idea of Cat being Lady Stark and Lysa being married to the big bad rival, so it would be neat to see a little of that tension.

Jaime/Walder Rivers

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

UST or more in the Riverlands.

(blame Tumblr for making me ship that one)

Myrcella/Sansa

[juno-chan.livejournal.com]

Five times Myrcella reminded Sansa of Cersei, and one time she didn't.

Re: Myrcella/Sansa

[lainemontgomery.livejournal.com]

UGH WHAT A STUPID UGLY PROMPT I HATE IT SO MUCH.

(TROLOLOLOLOL)

Balon/Victarion

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Anything set when they were young. The Greyjoys are always for porn, right?

The Harlaws: Alannys, Gywnesse and Rodrik

[ladyseraph-756.livejournal.com]

Anything about this set of sibs and growing up at Ten Towers

Re: The Harlaws: Alannys, Gywnesse and Rodrik

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

Awesome! The Harlaws don't get enough fandom attention. :)

Gen: Dagmer and Theon friendship/admiration

[ladyseraph-756.livejournal.com]

Would love something featuring young Theon getting taught weaponcraft by him while he was master at arms at Pyke

Crossover with Supernatural

[alcanis-ivennil.livejournal.com]

You name it - mostly good for crazy crack, though. If Team Free Will is thrown on Westeros, hilarity is bound to ensue.

Re: Crossover with Supernatural

[janie-tangerine.livejournal.com]

Mmmh, question: I've had this fic in my folder of 'stuff that I'm going to edit/proofread at some point' for.. months probably. It basically was along the lines of 'Castiel goes to Westeros in some post-ASOS-sort-of-pre-ADWD timeframe and decides that he has to make Theon's life less miserable and then everything is mostly crack' which kind of happened because I was writing ridiculously angsty stuff back then and I wanted a break /o\. Would that be relevant to your interests? XD (in case it is I can see to make it suitable for posting after my next final..)

Aeron & Urrigon, spoilers past ACOK (for AFFC)

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

Past fic before Urri died and Aeron found religion. Give me a happy Greyjoy moment with them.

Jon/Sansa

[jaimelannister.livejournal.com]

Clueless (the 1995 film) AU

Re: Jon/Sansa

[ymaface.livejournal.com]

Please and thank you

Parks and Rec crossover: Cersei Lannister & Leslie Knope

[jaimelannister.livejournal.com]

They meet and talk about women in power.

Jon/Sansa

[jal80.livejournal.com]

Jon as step-father (or father-like figure) to Sansa's children.

Re: Jon/Sansa

[ymaface.livejournal.com]

Sansa and her children dragged the light back into his world. Before they came back he was alone, with the sole responsibility of restoring Winterfell heavy upon his shoulders, and the days tended to merge into one big grey blur. He was rebuilding the great seat of the North for them now, fuelled with a new desire to give them what they rightly needed; a home. He wanted to build them a future and provide a place of security and love. He would make sure they never lacked for anything. These children, with their mother’s blue eyes and auburn curls, would never feel the hunger or fear that plagued so many others. He and Sansa would make sure of it.

When the time came for Eddwyn to master sword play Jon was there to show him the correct steps. He never shouted, only prompting him when it was truly necessary, and patiently went through the steps again and again until the lad picked them up. When he disarmed his first opponent Jon felt a stab of pride in his heart that at first felt foreign to him. This young man would grow up to be the very best of men with Eddard Stark’s honour and Sansa’s kindness and Jon felt privileged to be a part of it. One day, after his twelfth name day, Eddwyn called him “father” and Jon felt no rush to correct him.

Little Jonquil was at first afraid of him, shyly hiding behind her mother’s skirts whenever he came close, but he finally managed to coax her out with a lemon cake. He was the one to teach her how to ride and even journeyed south for a pony small enough to accommodate her. He liked it best when she crawled onto his lap before her bedtime and fell asleep against his chest. He loved her quiet breathing, the way she sucked her thumb, and the lucky soft curls. He decided that no boy would ever be good enough for her and he would run through any who assumed otherwise.

Slowly but surely, they became part of his life. Their laughter, their energy, and their warmth gave him purpose. Years later, when Sansa birthed him a son of his very own, he counted three children instead of one. The hallways of Winterfell were once again filled with children and laughter and he got what he was always looking for; a family.

Petyr/Sansa

[shymagpie.livejournal.com]

Scar kink!

Re: Petyr/Sansa

[calypsolaninfa.livejournal.com]

(English is not my first language, sorry!)

There is a large scar on Petyr’s lower back. When Sansa saw it the first time, she was too afraid to point it out; she let her mind wonder when he got it, silently hoping it was from a battle in which Petyr fought and won with honor.
Sansa is a grown woman, now. She traces the scar with her lips and bites the skin around it with her sharp teeth like Petyr told her to do – master, lover, what was the difference anyway?
“It’s an old scar, Sansa,” he whispers, moaning. “I was playing with your mother, she battered me. We were bickering about some nonsense, then I fell down and hit my back on a rock.” Sansa stands up and rests her head on Petyr’s chest.
He snickers. “As they say, I lost the battle but I won the war.”

He snickers. “Like they say, I lost the battle but I won the war.”

boardwalk empire crossover: cersei & gillian, anything

[janie-tangerine.livejournal.com]

Short story: I've been thinking for the last two seasons of Boardwalk Empire that Gillian and Cersei would get along splendidly if they ever met/that they're HBO-crossovers-soulmates. So... anything where they meet? AUs, gen, shippy, whatever goes.

Stannis/Jon

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Scars.

(Because that scar kink mentioned in a post above is always a good idea.)

FILL: Stannis/Jon, Scars 1/4

[emynithilien.livejournal.com]

Seriously, this meme only has three fills after like three days??!?!

Here's some Stannis/Jon to rectify that...

Upon his return to the Wall, King Stannis Baratheon hadn’t cared about how Jon had survived his attempted assassination, Melisandre’s growing distress, or the ravens that brought news more dire by the day. He had a kingdom to defend, and most other matters didn’t deserve his time and effort.

The Wall didn’t have as many men as Jon would have liked. And it never will, Jon caught himself thinking as the sun began to set earlier and earlier and the full moon soon became a sight few remembered seeing. Despite this, at least the men of the Night’s Watch, the wildlings, and Stannis’ soldiers were well disciplined and rarely questioned a word that either their Lord Commander or their king said. Rising from the dead and vanquishing enemies in the dead of winter had that effect on people. Jon had even caught a few men bowing low to Ghost out of respect once (or perhaps it had been fear), much to his amusement.

Jon felt colder than before, if that was even possible. He supposed it wasn’t just the ice towering above him that made him feel that way, but the loneliness that pierced through his furs surer than any biting wind. Everyone at the Wall refused to meet his eyes nowadays, for fear of showing disrespect or perhaps of wariness of whatever power had brought him back to life. Even Satin would determinedly stare at his shoes whenever he brought meals to Jon’s solar. Of course, “everyone” naturally didn’t include the king, and when Stannis’ eyes met his they didn’t have the love and friendship that Jon so desperately craved. Still, though, he would take derision, disapproval, impatience, and grudging respect any day over another pair of haunting blue eyes he prayed never to see again.

Stannis, it seemed, wasn’t as impervious to the cold as he led his men to think. He had taken to inviting Jon to his solar in the evenings for supper and to accepting Jon’s invitations to do the same. More often than not he indulged in hot mulled wine—not that it made him any more agreeable to talk to. The two of them would still scoff at and argue with each other, but there was always good reason and logic behind their biting and bitter words.

Perhaps Stannis realizes how cold loneliness is as well, mused Jon, and he smiled inwardly whenever the young Seaworth boy would inform him that His Grace requested the Lord Commander to dine with him that evening.

Victarion/Asha

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Beard porn. Canonically Asha prefers her men clean-shaven, so I guess Victarion must be doing something right to get away with the beard. ;) IDEK, I just want Greyjoy porn.

Coming Home, Victarion/Asha

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

Warnings: incest and sexual situations.

She lost her maidenhead to a Lyseni pirate who she’d encountered when the Sea Bitch was docked at some distant harbor, after a reaving, one of her first, and Asha had been filled with a cocky complaisance that had made seducing and bedding him, a boy barely into his manhood, easier than it should have been. She’d straddled his body, still clad in her boots and shirt, her breeches eased open to allow him access, and had fumbled absently with the soft nap of his cheek, so different from the men who she’d grown up with, rough, unshaven, pragmatic sorts with no patience for the flamboyance or adornments that the easterner affected. It had been much the same with Qarl, only their roles in the bedroom were reversed, but Asha had still taken the pleasure in the softness of his features, his cheek almost more a maiden’s than hers, roughened by the wind and the salty air.

Her nuncle was another matter altogether. They met nights, sometimes, falling into each other as though they fought a war, his hands dwarfing hers as he grasped narrow wrists far too tightly, pinning her to the wall that they fucked against. His body was too broad, too big, too strong. His chest was as muscular as a bull’s, his legs able to restrain her as well as his arms. Everything about Victarion was roughness, brute force. His mouth was cruel as he forced a kiss upon her, as he bit at her collarbone, bruising and reddening her, as his beard scraped against the tender skin of her cheeks and chin, of her neck, so alien from what she’d known before. It was uncomfortable, certainly, but Asha didn’t mind, putting the slight discomfort aside as Victarion thrust against against her, ramming into her, one hand squeezing her thigh until her muscle almost spasmed, the other bracing himself against the hard stone wall that they stood against.

Asha took pleasure in the pain that sang in her muscles after they parted, both lying in a tangle, panting after their exertions. She said nothing, only watched his chest rise and fall until his breathing slowed, her hand ghosting upon it, trailing up to trace the line of his beard, damp with sweat.

“It’s like coming home,” she murmured, her voice harsh.

Sansa/Brienne (AFFC spoilers)

[cleopancake.livejournal.com]

Because Brienne is the True Knight Sansa always dreamed of.
(future fic set after Brienne found Sansa?)

Gen!fic Sandor and Arya

[kylathelurker.livejournal.com]

I don't think I've ever requested anything on the comment!meme before so hopefully I'm doing this right...

Am seeking a gen!Fic about Sandor and Arya, their 'adventures' together...Serious, humorous, angst whatever works just keep it gen please ^^

I need me some Sandor the wolf-cub sitter and Arya the human burrito XD

Long Road Home, 1/2

[aneedleofmyown.livejournal.com]

“If you don't shut that mouth of yours, I'll be happy to shut it for you.” Sandor tried to hide the depth of his frustration as he glared at the little beast he'd been stupid enough to kidnap. The little lady, Arya Stark. She insisted she wasn't a lady, but she could be bossy and entitled when it pleased her. Most of the time, he wished he could just cut out her tongue to quit her yapping, since gagging her had failed so miserably- buggering hells, she'd actually gnawed through the cloth. He even threatened her with a knife a couple of times, but his blade no longer scared the little wolf. She was a clever thing, if nothing else, and she saw right through his empty threats. Sometimes, he even thought of just leaving her behind, ransom be damned. Too late, he'd seen that the little brat was more trouble than she was worth.

“You could try again, if you like,” Arya retorted, with a grin. “Won't work.” Sandor was beginning to realize that the girl actually liked being threatened, if only to humiliate him when he couldn't carry them out. He growled angrily from his seat on his horse, but otherwise made no move to hurt the girl. She may not be worth it, but dammit, he was going to get that ransom and use it to drink away all the bleeding trouble she'd caused him.

Perhaps sensing his mounting agitation, the girl finally quit talking. The two of them rode on in blessed silence for almost an hour before she decided to open her mouth again. Sandor groaned wearily, readying himself for more of her prattling, but, not for the first time, she surprised him.

“Did you see my sister often when you were in King's Landing?” she asked softly. Sandor turned toward her with raised eyebrows. Arya Stark always made a point of looking him in the eye, sometimes even commenting that he really was quite ugly. It had even made him laugh sometimes, her reckless bravery. Now, though, her eyes were focused on her hands which were holding tightly to the horn of her saddle.

“Aye,” he replied, looking back to the road ahead. He'd seen the little bird more often than he really should have, strictly speaking. Unlike her little sister, Sansa was a pretty thing, with pretty words. He'd despised her and wanted her all at once. No doubt the queen would marry her off soon enough, to one Lannister shit or another.

“Is she safe?”

Sandor laughed at that. His bitterness curled tight and hot like a coil in his stomach, and when he spoke, his voice was full of derision. “A little bird in a den of lions? Aye, she's safe and sound, girl.”

Davos/fem!Stannis

[(Anonymous)]

AU where Davos is either unmarried or a widower. After Davos is knighted, Robert decides that it's not enough and gives him the traditional hero's reward of land and marriage to the princess he rescued. Robert's plain, dour sister Alannys is, unfortunately, the nearest thing he has. Strangely, however, neither his sister nor the smuggler seem to mind.
Bonus points for:
- Robert being unreasonably pissed off by how well Davos and fem!Stannis have turned out compared to him and Cersei.