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Comment fic meme #2

After the first round of

got_exchange we had a surprisingly successful comment fic meme going for a while (here's a list of all the fics that were written last time), so I thought it might be fun to do this again. (Like last time, it's posted on the mod account journal because I don't want to enable anonymous comments on the exchange community.)

I changed the layout to one that still supports comment titles. I hope it works for everyone. If there are any problems, please let me know.

A couple of rules, or rather guidelines:

- 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 on this comm, so please warn for book spoilers beyond AGOT in the comment title.
- 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, fluff, angst, het, slash ... anything goes.
- and the usual: be civil, no character/pairing bashing, no kink shaming etc.

It's perfectly fine to repost prompts from the last comment fic meme or from the exchange.

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

Filled prompts:
Jaime/Cersei: first time
Stannis/Davos: "like sailors, swimming in the sound of it (dashed to pieces)"
Queen Shireen: Shireen comes out on top of the Game of Thrones. Three heads has the dragon, and she is part-Targaryen, after all.
Jaime/Brienne: Modern AU as cops
Jon/Sansa: kissed by fire
Viserys, Elia, Rhaenys: leave me your wake to remember you by
Stannis/Jon: things he shouldn't think - or say
Robb/Theon: we had the greatest expectations (ADWD spoilers)
Roose/Robb, crack: The Young Wolf and the Leech Lord (ASOS spoilers)
Balon/Victarion: Faithfulness
Future!Rickon/Shireen: the last night of the world
Jaime/Catelyn and Jaime/Sansa: Jaime has a secret thing for reheads
Ned/Catelyn: when it became a love match
Petyr/Lysa: Her eyes closed
Jon/Val: In which Jon does end up with Val and Winterfell (ADWD spoilers)
Gendry/Arya: role reversal
Tywin/Joanna: dominance
Stannis/Davos, comfort: small undertakings
Stannis/Jon: things he shouldn't think - or say (second fill)
Roose/Walda/Stannis, crackfic: Pink Attack (ADWD spoilers?)
Petyr/Barbrey, bitterness: Ash (ADWD spoilers)
Brandon/Lyanna: belonging to Winterfell
Daenerys/Viserys: Just a Taste
Roose/Theon, Ramsay/Theon: Bad Blood (ADWD spoilers)
Stannis/Sansa: "I am a Stark, I can be brave."
Cersei/Ned: AU in which Ned did take the Iron Throne and Cersei ended up marrying him instead of Robert
Jon/Satin, crackfic: how Jon Snow learned to stop worrying and laugh at the insinuations
Elia/Oberyn: heart's desire
Euron/Victarion: pre-series hatesex
Lysa and Catelyn after the birth of Robb: lie by the river
Roose/Theon (hints of Robb/Theon): Another man's amusement (vague ADWD spoilers?)
Jaime/Brienne, dirty talk and consensual power play: with a wonder and a wild desire
Stannis/Sansa: wedding (sequel)
Stannis/Sansa and Stannis/Davos, dancing: Wishing to be in Two Places at Once
Brandon/Barbrey, Bethany: No True Knight (ADWD spoilers)
Ned, Sansa: "Sansa was a lady at three."
Daenerys/Robb, AU: Fire, Blood, and Honour
Roose/Victarion, crackfic: When all else fails
Robb/Theon, slight Robb/Jon: War is Not a Game
Stannis/Davos from Ned's POV (hints of Robert/Ned): Making You Smile
Catelyn/Petyr: Confrontation
Stannis/Jon, fantasies: and waked half dead with nothing (ASOS spoilers)
Jaime, Arya: The Shadow
Victarion/Asha: We do not sow
Ned/Catelyn, goodbyes: Songs written with swords
Ned/Ashara: winter song
Sansa - Stoneheart: confrontation
Jon/Sansa (AFFC spoilers, prompt is spoilery in itself)
Jon/Val: with you upon the wind (ADWD spoilers)
Daenerys/VIserys, AU: When the Blood began to Show
Stannis/Davos: six perspectives, six realities
Roose/Walda, crackfic: Leeches for Wolves
Jaime/Sansa, talking about Joffrey: Ignorance and Bliss
Sansa, Rickon: The last two Starks (ADWD spoilers)
Theon/Robb: Regrets (ADWD spoilers)
Cersei/Stannis, seduction fail: Persuasion
Jon, Stannis, Devan, mentions of Davos: Through the Eyes of a Child
Sansa, Brienne: True Knights (AFFC spoilers, prompt is spoilery in itself)
Stannis/Sansa: bedding & wedding night (sequel to this)
Catelyn, Jon (slight Jon/Robb), reunion AU: Lady of Ashes (ASOS spoilers)
Sansa/Robb, AU in which they do exchange her for Jaime: The Mercy of the Frozen Ground
Tywin/Joanna: dominance (second fill)
Jon Snow/Jeyne Westerling(/Robb Stark): post-series - tell me we both matter, don't we?
Robb/Jeyne: what was it like being the queen to a Northern king? (ASOS spoilers)
Robb/Roslin Frey: Robb upholds his vow and ends up with Roslin

Multiple fills are of course welcome.

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Sansa Stark - in which she manages to escape from the Vale...

* where she chooses to go, what she chooses to do, and any potential pairings are for the author to decide ;)

I am apparently unable to write Sansa without Jon but here you go. Hope you like it!

When they bring Sansa to him she’s half delirious from the journey to the Wall. He hardly recognizes her underneath the dirt and grime. Her face is thinner and the once brilliant red of her hair is muddy and dark, hanging unevenly against her neck. She reminds him so strongly of Arya that he half wishes it was her here instead of Sansa before he is seized by a mix of guilt and shame.

He should be thankful for what family he can lay eyes upon, for what he can now protect. “Sansa,” he says softly when he touches the side of her face. Her eyes flutter open, a brilliant blue like the whitewalkers. Her brow wrinkles in confusion for a moment before she is in his arms, body trembling against his and tears wet against the skin of his neck.

“Robb,” she sobs, “Robb, Robb,” and Jon feels something twist painfully inside him as she hugs him fiercely, her relief a lie.

—

When Jon sees Sansa next she is awake and lucid, pale skin luminous in the dim light of his chambers. It’s hard to miss the bruises and cuts on her face and neck. Jon thinks she looks impossibly small and fragile swaddled by the heavy fur blankets and part of him is suddenly fearful for her. The Wall is no place for a woman.

He can not guarantee her safety here, outside of his chambers. Earlier it seemed only natural that she would stay with him. Now though, uncertainty prickles him and he’s at a loss of what to say or do with her.

He wants to ask how she’s feeling, if she’s comfortable but it all seems strangely formal in light of their circumstances. Instead he surprises himself by reaching out to touch the frayed ends of her once beautiful hair. He sees the way her cheeks color and feels heat rise on his own face as he pulls his hand back.

“I had to cut it,” she says and he can hear a heaviness in her voice that he doesn’t remember from before. “It was easier to travel as a boy,” she says simply and he watches the way her hands ball into fists at her sides. He wonders then what it had taken her to get here, what she must have endured at the hands of Littlefinger to brave the hard journey North.

It surprises him a little, the steel in her eyes now. She had always been weak and frivolous to him. He’d hated her a little for that once but now he would give anything to see her that way again, unburdened by all that has passed.

“You are safe here Sansa,” he tells her and she smiles tiredly at him, the skin of her hands warm against his. He squeezes them gently between his own and takes comfort in the steady throb of the pulse he can feel at her wrist.

“Will you stay?” she asks him after a moment. “I know you must have duties,” she adds quickly, eyes flickering to the door just beyond his shoulder, embarrassed. “Just until I fall asleep.”

“Until you fall asleep,” he agrees and helps her settle under the heavy furs. His hand lingers on her shoulder for a moment and he feels the tension leave her body as she sinks into the bed. With her eyes closed and her hair swept away from her face she looks immortally young and delicate. Helpless. He thinks about Bran and Rickton then, long dead, like their father and Sansa’s lady mother that she looks so much like now.

It is difficult to admit that Sansa might be all that is left to him now. Arya is lost, dead if the rumors are to be trusted, but Jon is not ready to let go of the hope he keeps hidden inside for her return. Until then, he has Sansa and she is his to protect, to keep safe until he can return her to Winterfell.

“Jon,” Sansa says with a soft sigh, stirring beside him as her hand searches his out.

“I’m here,” he promises, lips warm against the skin of her forehead when he takes her hand in his. “I’m here Sansa.”

I am apparently unable to write Sansa without Jon but here you go.

LOL you'll get no complaints from me ;) and I LOVED it!!

It's definately in keeping with what I would imagine Sansa wanting to do if she ever decides to leave (trying to reunite with who she thinks is the last of her family), so I really like the scenario (y)

hehe and Jon being at a loss with what to do with her, and the way they both wished they were reunited with another sibling (Arya for Jon and Robb for Sansa) at the beginning was heart-breaking, but sadly not unexpected (at least not at first)--beautifully done!! :)

Yay! Glad you liked it. They're so fun to write for.

I'm up for any more Sansa related prompts if you have them :)

More amazing Jon/Sansa fics!!! YAY! Honestly, I think I'm so obsessed by this couple not just because their characters are so perfectly made for each other, but b/c the fandom, while small has some of the best writers. And you, my dear, are no exception.

This was amazing - it had my heart just breaking at how broken Sansa was...And Jon is there to care for her and help her heal, so perfect...though right now both would have preferred if another sibling was present, you can see how they will grow to care for and love each other.

Phew, I don't know if you ship Jon and Sansa, but I I hope so...and I hope you'll write more!!!

Thanks for your lovely words and I do ship Sansa/Jon.

I wrote Lift Me Like an Olive Branch and Be My Homeward Dove (http://river-soul.livejournal.com/394434.html#cutid1) that is Jon/Sansa too.

Here (http://river-soul.livejournal.com/394143.html#cutid1) is a rec list I made for GoT and Sansa/Jon where you can find some other awesome stories.

He’d hated her a little for that once but now he would give anything to see her that way again, unburdened by all that has passed.

I so love that sentence. So beautiful.

For some reasons I totally missed that ficlet which is terrible because it is about my favourite ship ^^. And once again, you've done a good job :).

A very ugly man – a knight, and Sansa trusts them not at all, anymore - is watching her from across the tavern.

Sansa winces, her fingers twitch, longing to pull her cloak higher, are they looking for me, still, after all this time, am I not a forgotten ghost, but Petyr has taught her better than to jump like a frightened rabbit, like the frightened child he brought to the Vale and slowly deconstructed.

He watches her, silently, for a few moments, and Sansa feels her heart thudding in her throat, wondering if she should flee, and then suddenly, it is too late to flee, because he is approaching her, footsteps heavy on the hollowed floor.

“Forgive me, my lady. I am looking for my sister, a highborn maid of three and ten, lost from King’s Landing, very fair with auburn hair and blue eyes.” Sansa starts, despite herself, to hear that the voice is a woman’s, that this very large knight, dressed in armour and mail and with such an impressive sword, is no true knight (there are no true knights) but a lady, and she loses her voice for a moment as she gapes up at her.

After a moment, a moment that comes sooner than it would have in a past that does not seem to belong to her, anymore, she finds it. “I do not know where to find your sister,” she answers stiffly.

“I am sorry to hear it,” the woman knight answers, and uninvited, she sits on the bench across from Sansa, her gaze searching and searing upon her. “There are so many in the world who wish her harm, and I want to keep her safe.”

“I hope you find her, then,” Sansa says, uneasily, uncertain why this stranger has joined her, longing to flee but knowing better than to draw such attention; she tightens her grip upon the bench, feeling the wood bite into her fingers, and it keeps her anchored to the ground and anchored to the world. “You are a good sister, to search for her,” she says, for lack of anything else to say, and she feels a pang, sudden and unexpected, for her own sister, lost to the world as well, perhaps dead, perhaps gone forever, and there is nothing Sansa craved more, in that moment, than to hold her clumsy, infuriating little sister (Arya would hate that, would hate to be held, but perhaps, after all this time, she would allow Sansa a moment before twisting away with a grin and a rebuke).

The knight leans forward, her eyes still on Sansa’s face, as to not be overheard, her voice hushed. “I will speak honestly - she is not truly my sister, she is Lady Sansa Stark, of Winterfell, and I have sworn a vow to find her, and keep her safe.” And Sansa bites her lip, hard, then, against a cry of shock, of dismay, of relief, of denial (she knows she is not safe, she has not been safe in so long that she barely remembers how it feels, but she thinks it feels like her father’s arms gentle around her, her real father, not Alayne’s father, with his greedy eyes and sly smiles, her real father who was honest and honorable and is dead now, because of it, because of her.)

“I hope you find her, then,” Sansa echoes, her voice hoarse, and she is sure that her fear is written across her face. Petyr had tried to teach her, to school her to never show an emotion, and she had studied dutifully but never mastered. Oh, Alayne, he had said and kissed her on the forehead, you are such an honest maid, just another lie, he lied as easily as he breathed (but he does not breathe, anymore, it had been so simple, so simple in the end, he had played the game well but she had been his blind spot, she with the face that he had loved so dearly, once).

They sit, quietly, for a moment, and Sansa feels a flicker of irritation, a flicker of dread, of fear. Please just go away and leave me alone, I wish everyone would just leave me alone, just for a moment, just for one moment so I could rest.

“You look very much like her,” the lady knight says softly, and Sansa looks up, surprised, uncomfortable, and more than anything, caught.

“Like who?” she asks, and she is proud of the way she keeps her voice steady, proud of the way she pretends she doesn’t know, pretends she hasn’t always known, hasn’t been reminded with Petyr’s gaze upon her face, her aunt’s distrustful, resentful glares, that it doesn’t hurt, sometimes, an ache too deep inside her to reach and soothe, to look in the mirror and see what is reflected there.

“Like your mother. Like Lady Catelyn,” she answers gently, as though afraid she will startle her, and Sansa feels a blaze of anger, brief and hot, I am no little bird, not anymore.

“I have no mother,” she fairly spits, the word heavy and almost unfamiliar in her mouth, now, after so much time, it has almost lost its meaning but it can never lose the pull on Sansa’s heart, that pull back to Winterfell, back to the days of her youth. She would stand straight and tall in her best dress and would beam, secretly thrilled, when her father would say she looked like her mother, because her mother was beautiful, her mother was a lady. “My mother is dead.”

The lady knight’s eyes are very beautiful, the only part of her that is so, large and so vividly blue, and they are kind, and it almost hurts to look at them, so Sansa looks away, glancing instead at the top of her head, at the roughly chopped hair the color of straw. I should have dyed my hair before I left, she thinks, miserably, then no one would know her true identity, no one would tell her she looked like the mother she’d lost, she could slip into the familiar comfortable skin of Alayne, a girl who had not known the sorrows of Sansa Stark. “Yes,” she agrees, and Sansa meets her eye again to see a flicker there that she does not quite understand. “She is dead. But before she was murdered, I swore her my sword, and I promised her I would find you, and keep you safe.”

“Ladies do not have sworn swords,” Sansa blurts out, and the knight draws her sword; it is beautiful and terrible, red and dark and somehow familiar, and she should be terrified, but she is not, somehow, though she tries again and again to not trust, though she has learned life is not a song and there are no true knights, perhaps, perhaps some knights are still honest, and good.

The lady knight places the blade on the table, and very gently, Sansa reaches out to touch the hilt. “Your mother did. I swore a different sword to Lady Catelyn,” she says, and there is a brightness in her eyes, a hope,. “But I swear I shall keep my promise, and this sword is yours, if you will have it,” her voice drops a bit, still secretive, still aware, and Sansa is thankful for that, “if you will have it, Lady Sansa.”

Sansa raises her eyes, meets that honest gaze, and though she does not feel safe (she will never again feel safe), she feels that vice around her heart loosen its death choke.

Just a bit.

“I must have your name,” she says, and she blinks, she does not know why her eyes suddenly fill, she knew my mother, she said her name, she has been looking for me.

The knight smiles, and it transforms her, there is no escaping the gash and scarring on her cheek and the wide spread of her face and broadness of her shoulders, but it is a light from within that bursts forth, and it makes her lovely, in an odd way, in a different way. “Brienne,” she answers, “I am Brienne, and I am so glad to have found you, at last.”

This feels so right--this is just what would happen, were these two to meet.

Thank you so much! I hope so much they do eventually meet.

Oh, this is lovely, and exactly how it should go!

Yaaay, thank you! :) I hope Brienne and Sansa do meet up - Sansa needs a true friend, and Brienne would certainly be that to her.

Oh, it's so perfect. Sansa's steeliness- for she has been taught well not to trust anyone- and Brienne's quiet persistence. There's something so delicately melancholy about the language that you use, and yet there's a gleam of hope as well- the last paragraph just kills me. I echo what the other commenters have said: this would be a WONDERFUL way for these characters to meet in canon.

Gorgeous.

Thank you so much! It was fun to write a prompt that didn't end "and everybody died/left and nobody was ever happy again, THE END." XD I want Sansa and Brienne to meet up so badly - Sansa really needs a friend, and Brienne would be a true one to her. I'm glad you thought Sansa was steely enough - I tried to make her so while still allowing her to cautiously believe Brienne's story. :)

Thank you again for your wonderful comments!

Sorry, I know this response is late, BUT I LOVED IT <333

I love the idea of Brienne being Sansa's "true knight" because it's so ADVERSE to what not just her personal beliefs are, but what the entire foundation of a society that pushes women into the domestic realm would even think possible (y)

Also, the mentions of Cately and how they tugged at Sansa was so poignant--and how unwilling she was at first to trust was so true to where her character is at this point--really beautifully done, thank you for such a lovely fill!! :D

Eeee, thank you so much!! <33 I'm so glad you liked it! I think that's part of the reason why I like the idea of Sansa and Brienne meeting so much, and why I loved Brienne serving as Catelyn's lady knight, it is so against the society they are raised in, and I just love the thought that both my wonderful Stark ladies had/could have someone who is really just watching their back, who has no romantic inclinations onto them, which is so often how the Sansa fics go when it is a man who comes to her rescue (and I don't really ship Sansa with anyone). Brienne is a true friend, and yes, a true knight. <3

I'm glad you thought Sansa's unwillingness to trust worked, I tried to make her resistant but still keep it to a comment fic! XD And I'm glad you liked the references to Catelyn, I always see Sansa as looking up to her mother so much as the ideal lady of the house that she would like to be, but now any comparisons are just sorrowful (and twisted, in the case of Petyr and Lysa).

Thanks again for the lovely comment! :)

OMG. THIS IS EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED. LET ME KISS YOUR FEET.

The beginning huuuuuurts me because she's so guarded and untrusting and OF COURSE, SHE WOULD BE, SHE SHOULD BE, but it huuurts me she has to be like that now. And I love all the little references to what Petyr taught her, to how she learned to hide but not enough, to killing him and how she sometimes wishes she could still be Alayne.

Arya would hate that, would hate to be held, but perhaps, after all this time, she would allow Sansa a moment before twisting away with a grin and a rebuke

*wibble* But oh god I love how Brienne is so persistent and it's her EYES that get Sansa, how they're kind and that is rare and aahhh, FEELINGS ATTACK. omg the last line made me a little teary.

THANK YOU SO MUCH! I AM BLUSHING! XD

It hurts me tooooo, Sansa gets so much grief for being so dreamy/romantic-minded at the beginning of the series but OF COURSE SHE IS, and I hate that she gets that broken out of her. Her line to Petyr about asking if life was just lie after lie and it just goes on and on forever and no one ever being honest or kind and he's like "yeah, basically" UGH I DIED, MY HEART, MY POOR BABY SANSA. :( :( :(

I feel like we get so little female friendship in the novels (compared to all the epic bromances) and I loved Brienne and Catelyn's friendship and love Brienne's dedication to finding Sansa, and I JUST WANT HER TO FIND HER, SO BAD, SO THEY CAN BE FRIENDS AND TRUST EACH OTHER. And I also want Sansa and Arya to reunite and still bicker and still be completely different but be like WE STILL TOTALLY LOVE EACH OTHER BECAUSE SO MANY PEOPLE IN THE WORLD SUCK.

Thank you again for your wonderful wonderful words!!

Tears. You did retranscript so well Sansa's pain and turmoil and how Brenne is exactly what she always aspired a true knight to be (you were wrong on that point Sandor, they do exist ^^). It was a lovely ficlet :).

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