gotexchange_mod | Comment fic meme #2

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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Roose/Robb. I'll do it tonight. :D

I've been wanting to do this for a long time. There's another reason why he stabbed him through the heart. OK, I'll stop.

You are a god amongst men. I can't wait to see this. Stannis/Robb almost killed me, but Roose/Roob might actually be worse. ROBB BROKE ROOSE'S HEART THAT'S WHY ROOSE KILLED HIM OKAY?

Roose. His manpain is legendary m-kay?

This came out more traditionally slashy than bodice-ripper, but it is what it is. May the Gods forgive me for this is epic-length.

The first time that Robb Stark was swept off his feet was in a military camp, at the beginning of the War of the Five Kings. He’d been conferring with his mother, taking her council as a young lord in his position, fatherless, newly-crowned, was wont to do, and although he did not permit his inner turmoil to show on his face, his stomach was tied in knots, his heart in his throat. Such great responsibility, and he barely a man grown. But Robb would act as his father would have done, and assume the weighty mantle of duty in this, and in everything.

He thought that he was alone when a figure, heavily cloaked, entered his tent.

“Your Grace.” The voice was soft, just above a whisper, and Robb rose with a start, hand instinctively reaching for his sword.

“Who goes there?” he called, trying to mask the trepidation in his voice.

“Lord Bolton of the Dreadfort,” was the answer, and Robb shuddered. Roose Bolton, with his colorless eyes and his odd mannerisms, had always unnerved him. Unmanned him, more like. He sat, back straight, as the older man divested himself of the odd pink cloak and sat opposite him, eyes passing over the map of battle positions to Robb’s face, taking in the tense features, the rigid posture.

“It is good that you are here,” he said gruffly. Perhaps if he lowered his voice it would make him more a man. “I mean to send your forces against Lord Tywin, and there is much to discuss.”

“Tywin Lannister,” Bolton replied, drawing the name out, smiling slightly. “A hard man to break. May I ask why I am not given the van? My battle experience would demand such an honor.”

Robb faltered a bit. “I should send a hard man against a harder man,” he said, then remembered himself. “But it is not your place to question your king, Lord Bolton.”

Bolton smiled thinly, but it did not meet his eyes. “Pray forgive me, your Grace. I meant not to question, but only to inquire.” He took Robb’s hand, clasping it. “I certainly do not intend to…unsettle you.” His grip was iron and he did not let go. Robb was oddly torn between wanting to break free of his grasp, but oddly compelled to remain still, as though he were in the presence of a snake about to strike. They sat there, staring at each other for what seemed an eternity, until Bolton slid his hand away. “I frighten you, don’t I? Your Grace.”

“It is not that you frighten me. It is more the tales that are told of you.”

Bolton laughed drily. It seemed oddly loud in the silence. “It is really the tales that are not told that you should worry about.” He stood then, putting a hand on Robb’s shoulder. “Gods, you are but a boy.”

“You are insolent,” Robb rejoined, his voice full of the authority that he so desperately tried to project.

Bolton’s hand tightened and he leaned forward. Robb could smell the mint on his breath, feel his breath on his face. He’d never been that close to another man and could not help but feel a bit of curiosity and yes, amusement, at the absurdity of their situation.

“You would do well with a good leeching,” Bolton said then. “All of that…responsibility only serves to anger the blood.”

Somehow, his other hand was on Robb’s shoulder, pulling him closer.

“There are other ways to relieve that,” Robb said, and although he was not surprised that he kissed Roose Bolton full on the lips, he was surprised at how much he enjoyed it. It was cold, sharp even, but it woke him up, and instead of calming the blood, only served to inflame it. He permitted the other man to take the lead, surrendering to his insistent embrace, feeling the rough wood of the table scrape against his thighs as Bolton lowered him on the map, scattering pins and flags to the ground.

As Bolton’s icy hands unlaced Robb’s doublet, his head lolled back, cheeks flushed with the touch of another, his auburn hair falling from his finely-hewn features. When Bolton’s quick fingers tweaked a nipple, he permitted a small cry to escape his lips, pleasure mingled with pain, and when his arms, surprisingly strong, took hold of Robb and forced him over, grasped his hips and slid his remaining clothing from his now trembling body, he was in no position to protest.

Robb gasped as he was taken, the mingled shock and almost brutal shame almost too much to bear. Worse yet were the little endearments that Bolton hissed in his ear as he penetrated him.

“You’re nothing but an impudent pup,” he said, teeth fastening on the soft white flesh of Robb’s neck. “Barely taken from your wetnurse, parading about in your gilded crown.”

Despite himself, despite his inner disgust at being made Bolton’s wench, Robb felt himself growing hard, and before he could stop himself, he silenced the other man’s litany of abuse.

“Bring me off.” It was hard to speak, let alone breathe. “Bring me off, for the gods’ sake.”

“You command it?” Bolton chuckled, teasingly brushing his fingers against Robb’s manhood.

“As your King, yes. I do.” And when Bolton obeyed, surprisingly, Robb realized that he didn’t want things to end, that perhaps, it was not a bad thing to be pleasured in this way, and that the menacing command that Roose Bolton had taken of him was, in a way, delightful. So he responded when his clammy hand found his cock in the dark, and with practiced strokes, brought him to the edge of delight, and tormentingly, hatefully, pulled away.

They parted quickly, Robb clutching his erection, thwarted, Bolton smiling again. This time, it met his eyes, broadening when he noticed the rage apparent in his King’s expression.

“We shall continue this discussion,” Robb gasped, face blazing, breath coming hard, “another time.”

“Is that an order…your Grace?”

“You may consider it a command. Now go. You are dismissed.”

He would remember that and what followed when Bolton, the smile still on his face, thrust a sword through his heart at a wedding gone wrong, and in his dying moments, wonder in amazement how Roose Bolton looked just as pleased when he killed someone as when he fucked someone.

Haha, this is incredible. I expected complete crack and while this certainly IS hilarious (auburn hair and finely-hewn features, I can't even deal with that), you almost made me ship it. Because apart from the random fucking, it's oddly in character. Robb trying to be all grown-up and manly, Roose being a sadistic troll. And I definitely love the last paragraph. There, it's official, you made me ship Roose/everyone. Also, Roose insulting and humiliating Robb is hot. IDEK, I blame you. ;)

I tried for crack but I don't know, when I reread GOT and Robb's little "He scares me!" I kind of started shipping them in this messed-up way. Yeah, the whole humiliation thing is hot. Glad you liked. I was planning this on my way home, and trying not to start laughing on the subway.

Oh, there are still some Roose pairings that just can't happen, like Roose/Penny or something. Poor Penny. :D

It's odd, really. It's so absurd and it makes me laugh, but then Roose goes and calls Robb an impertinent pup and I'm all like, "need more porn of this." The Boltons really are amazing at this humiliation thing. I'd still love to see some Roose/pre-Reek Theon. Oooh, should request that.

ROFL. You know what else would be hilarious? Ramsay/Darkstar. It's a bit like Ramsay/Euron, a ship of wannabes. ;)

Ramsay/Darkstar/Euron threesome: The Wannabee Orgy

Yeah, it's hot in a weird way. I don't know why. I was first inclined to have them weeping and clinging to each other but this kind of happened.

I didn't expect to like it as much as I did *___*. The all banter in the first part is so well done and the porn is excellent.

The last line... the last line girl!

Ha ha, I'm glad that you liked it. I wanted to end with the actual wedding but I was tired and didn't feel like dragging things out.

This is AMAZING. There are some totally classic, ridiculous lines in this and some wonderful clichés thrown in. But then it's just got amazing powerplay in it. It's so alarmingly cross-genre-y that it's a kind of disconcerting - like the Leech Lord himself.

I had such a fun time writing this. You don't even know. I'll admit to being torn between wanting to write Linn a totally ridiculous parody and going all-out serious D/s with this. Hence, the conflict. :)

Roose Bolton brand bodice rippers: That's the book the he burned in Harrenhall.

I don't know if I'm disturbed or actually considering this ship...And silly Robb, of course that killing people brings the sex smile to Roose's face. killing is foreplay for him.

I tend to just ship Roose with everyone, regardless of how appropriate it is. So you know where I stand.

And you know that he and Walda had hours of fun after the Red Wedding, even if she didn't know about it...

-sternflammenden, who is too lazy to bother signing in

Now I kinda wanna see a Red Wedding fic for Roose/Robb/Walda...

Why was this so fantastic!?!? I think you nailed both their personalities and also HOT. And wow roose, fantastic hahaha loved him calling robb a boy over and over again and secretly... robb taking it hahahaha aw yes wolf pulp
AND the last sentence kills it. wow, what a fantastic read!!

Thank you & thank you for reading. :)

This was so much fun to write, I don't even know. Roose is just such a troll. You know that he thinks this stuff, even if he'd never say it to Robb's face.

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