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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Catelyn has taken to spending afternoons outside, sitting shaded near the river with the babe on her lap, sometimes letting him kick his feet in the slow stream though Lysa notes that for all his Tully looks, he takes to the water more like a wolf than a trout, and it makes Catelyn laugh as he battles it with a stern expression on his little face.

“Come sit with us,” Catelyn will ask her each day, and most days Lysa shakes her head, the sunshine seems obscene compared to the heaviness in her heart and she cannot quite reconcile that her sister is an ‘us’, and not Cat, herself, alone, anymore. She’s Lady Stark, the Lady of Winterfell, and more than all of that, more than anything, she is a mother now, and it is that that Lysa envies, what she craves most of all.

What must it be like, she wonders (but never asks, she never asks), to carry a child and know that it is wanted, by everyone, to know that you can have it and keep it and love it? What is it like, to carry a child proudly and not in secrecy, to bring forth life and not death and blood made from tansy tea?

(It is as always, Catelyn has the best of things and Lysa has a poor copy, since the day she came into the world, less brave than her sister, less beautiful, less dutiful, simply less, simply a poor copy, parading about in her sister’s dress and Petyr laughs at her, what are you doing?)

She sits with the babe in her lap, and she sings to him, and Lysa thinks that Catelyn has never been so beautiful, never glowed so brightly. She is a goddess of spring, she is the Mother herself. Cat is in love, for perhaps the first time, she thinks, and with a Stark but not her lord husband or the boy she had been promised to so long ago, but the small bundle she holds close to her, holds safe, her cheek pressed to his copper hair. Messages of congratulations come in from northern holdfasts, manors sworn in fealty to Winterfell. They will love her, all of them, Lysa thinks, and she is almost able to swallow her sour resentment, almost but she can still taste it on her tongue, all of them, she gave them a boy, she gave them an heir.

Love suits her sister and Lysa has never felt so dull, so common in comparison. She is gold and I am tin. She wishes, at times, that she could hate her for it, could hate Cat for all that she is and has and all that Lysa is not and has lost, but the bitterness comes, the sour resentment, but not the hatred; Catelyn cannot help what she is any more than Lysa, and she does not know her sister’s dark secrets and Lysa cannot begrudge her smile.

Today is different, today Lysa makes her way across to her sister, barefooted so she can feel the earth and the mudded water between her toes, as familiar as Cat’s touch on her hair, as her uncle’s hand pressed to the top of her head, as Edmure’s laugh, as Petyr’s eyes, as familiar as all of home is, and yet it feels wrong now, distorted. Part of her wishes that Jon Arryn, that old man they call her lord husband, will never return, will leave her here in an illusion of youth and childhood happiness, blissful ignorance, of it never happened and I am whole, and part of her wishes the war would end tomorrow, that she would be taken to the Eyrie, somewhere far and somewhere new, it never happened and I can start again, I am whole.

She can forget that she was ever a Tully, forget her father with lies on his lips and murder in his cup, how blindly she had trusted and how easily the drink had gone down.

Catelyn smiles up at her, shading her eyes. “He looks like Edmure,” she says, and she presses a kiss to her babe’s sweet head. “Don’t you think so? Do you remember?”

Lysa sits beside her, smoothing her skirts, folding her hands on her lap (she does not touch her sister’s boy, no, never, she is poison and her fingers may turn him to ash and dust like her own child made from love, she is death to beautiful things). “Yes. I would have thought he would be darker.”

Catelyn smiles again, but there is always war lurking in the corner of her lips, uncertainty, hesitation; it brushes her but does not consume her, does not strangle her the way it does Lysa, she feels its grip around her throat, its fingers pushing into her mouth and it tastes like honey and pennyroyal. “He will remember that he is both Tully and Stark, then.”

I shall forget that I was ever a Tully, I shall forget Father and Edmure and even you, Cat.

“Here,” and suddenly the bundle is in Lysa’s arms, and she freezes, terrified, and her hands do not come up quickly enough to grip him but Cat’s hands are there, steady and sure, a mother knows best.

He is heavier than she would have thought, solid, a real child and not the dream baby that Lysa rocks in her arms each night, made of air and wind. He is warm, and real, and Catelyn’s, always Catelyn’s (Petyr was always Catelyn’s, too, she never wanted him but he was hers regardless, no matter what Lysa did or said or gave, but a son, she thinks, a son would have made him love her, would have set things right), but he does not fall away beneath her grip, he does not disappear, he is so very real.

Maybe someday, she thinks, she prays to the Mother, and she touches a red curl.

Cat’s hand is on her cheek, brushing away a tear Lysa did not know had fallen, but then, Cat has always known her better than she knew herself.

“You’ve been so quiet and sad, Lysa,” she says quietly. “Soon the war will be over, and Father will come home, and Jon and Eddard, too, and everything will be all right.”

Lysa swallows the words that threaten to rip her throat, no, no, I didn’t know, he made me drink it, do you know what Father did to me, Catelyn, what he did to my boy that he would never do to yours? She will grow used to the dull ache, she thinks, she will grow used to biting her tongue and hiding her words, she may forget she was ever a Tully, someday, but even she cannot forget family duty honor, and perhaps someday when she has a living child of her own (you’ll have sons, he promised, trueborn, and she hopes that, at least, is not another one of Father’s lies) she will be filled with something other than grief.

She swallows the words, looks up at her sister’s bright blue eyes (she’ll never tell her, it must be a secret, her father says, and Lysa cannot bear Catelyn’s pity, and cannot bear to temper her sister’s newfound joy with her own misery) and manages to smile back.

There is something comforting about the weight of the baby in her arms, and she mourns the loss of that comfort as she passes him gently back to Catelyn, back to his mother where he belongs, and she accepts him back with greedy hands, as though he has been gone from her for years, as though she would hold him forever.

“Yes,” Lysa agrees, the words feel empty but maybe someday, maybe someday things will be different. “Everything will be all right, Catelyn.”

She is getting better at lying, she thinks; she fools Catelyn and perhaps someday she will fool herself, too.

Wow, this is perfect. The entire atmosphere is so tragic. This beautiful day by the river and Catelyn's complete joy and happiness just make Lysa's sorrow so much more heartbreaking. I love her thoughts about Catelyn and LF, her what-ifs and her complete hopelessness. Amazing.

Thank you!! Lysa is such a sad figure, and the war time must have been so difficult for her - so soon after the forced abortion, so soon after her marriage to Jon Arryn, still at home like a child but watching her sister have a baby and become a mother.

Oh my heart! It shattered into a million pieces. This is one of my favorite "past" eras in the books, it's always great to see some more fic.

This is amazing and it just aches. Oh Lysa. And Cat! You really seem to have a good grasp on her, and how she would be as a new mother, especially as seen though Lysa's eyes. You can definitely see her kindness and sisterly love, even though she doesn't know and can't understand.

But every other line in this just ripped my heart out. Especially: she does not touch her sister’s boy, no, never, she is poison and her fingers may turn him to ash and dust like her own child made from love, she is death to beautiful things and Petyr was always Catelyn’s, too, she never wanted him but he was hers regardless, no matter what Lysa did or said or gave, but a son, she thinks, a son would have made him love her, would have set things right. I just want to hug her.

Thank you for the amazing fill!

Eeee, thank you, I'm so glad you enjoyed!! I'm glad that you thought Catelyn seemed right, I love writing about Catelyn and Lysa's relationship but Cat is such a more nuanced, more subtle character so I'm always nervous about how I write her (also she's my fav so I WORRY) - Lysa is easier because her emotions are always so much bigger.

I always thought it was so sad that Lysa had to carry that burden on her own, had to stay at Riverrun where so many awful things happened to her, and this is only the beginning of the heartbreak she'll have, gahhhhh. :( :(

Thanks again for the wonderful comments! :D

Guhhhh Lyyyyyyysa! She is so soul-crushingly sad, and you write her to absolute perfection. The way that her aborted child haunts her, the jealousy she feels toward Cat for having a son that she can actually keep and hold and love...so flawless, so beautiful. You have such a wonderful prose style- really powerful and evocative, and just descriptive enough.

Phenomenal work.

Eeeee, thank you so much!! Lysa is SUCH a tragic character, and I find her relationship with Catelyn so incredibly fascinating, to their closeness as children to this sort of middle ground where they start pulling apart because their lives are so different, to the absolute collapse in A Game of Thrones and to Lysa's harsh words about Cat to Sansa in A Storm of Swords. It makes me sad to know that this is the only beginning of all Lysa is going to suffer! :(

Thank you again for your lovely words, I appreciate it!!

There are so many elegant, beautiful lines in this: Lysa as tin & Cat as gold, the "murder" in Hoster's cup, Lysa's touch as poison. The characterizations are so well-drawn and the entire mood of the story is just so tragic. Wonderful.

Squeee, thank you so much!! That means a lot coming from you since I find your Lysa so excellent - I am glad you thought the characterizations worked! She is really such a sad figure, especially at this point where she still hasn't lost her grip on reality, and she still has so much misery in front of her. :(

You write Cat and Lysa so well! I love the scene you set with the sisters down by the river with baby Robb. I agree that Robb was the first Stark Cat really loved and that motherhood would have made her glow. Lysa feeling dull and tainted in comparison is so tragic and true to her character. I love how you balance Lysa's feelings of resentment with her genuine love for her sister. It's so sad to see Lysa troubled by her forced abortion but still far from the insane woman we meet in the Eyrie. Her grief over her lost baby is palpable, and it drives a rift between her and her entire family and identity. I loved the conclusion where Lysa reflects upon her talent for lying; it hints at how self-deception, which starts as a coping strategy, will eventually lead to her downfall. All the feelings for the Tully siblings!

Yay, thank you so much!! I love writing Lysa and Cat. Their relationship is just so sad, they were so close and it ended up so twisted. And Robb was totally the first Stark that Catelyn loved (since I'm of the opinion that she was probably infatuated with/attracted to Brandon, but never in LOVE with him, from what we see in the books). <3

Poor Lysa - she really does gain a skill for lying to herself, and she's just a wreck by the time we meet in the series, but she's had so much tragedy in her life.

Thank you againnnn!!! :D

You consistently break my heart with these two!

How sad. Poor Lysa...no wonder she wants to forget she's a Tully. Hoping she'll make a new start, have a new chance at happiness. All her life, she's been in Cat's shadow. Of course none of this will turn out the way she wants to.

You capture Lysa brilliantly!! Well done!

Thank you so much!! The more I write about Lysa, the more I sympathize with her. Writing about this time in her life is especially heartbreaking, because there's still such a large part of her that's the shy, sweet sister that Catelyn remembers (rather than the woman she's become by A Game of Thrones) and she still has that hope for the future despite her despair - and we know she'll never have that happiness. :(

Thank you for your lovely review! :)

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