Comment fic meme #2

[gotexchange_mod]

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.

Comments

Re: The Mercy of the Frozen Ground-Sansa/Robb (2/?)

[river-soul.livejournal.com]

"You are safe here," Robb tells her when they break their morning fast in his tent the next day. Sansa knows she should thank him. It would be easy to embrace him, to profess her love but all she might say my brother is a traitor your grace spoils in her throat. So she says nothing when she sees the sadness that gathers on corners of his mouth when he frowns at her.

The sharp blue of his eyes follow her throughout the meal, willing her to speak through sheer force of will alone. Grey Wind sighs beside her, muzzle warm on her lap and fur rough against her hands. Sansa is reminded unexpectedly of Lady, the phantom feel of soft fur against her skin and gentle grey eyes springing to life inside her again. For a moment her hand stills against Grey Wind and she reminds herself that Lady is long dead, if not by her hand, then her actions. Sansa is almost thankful for the pain that flares briefly inside her, the sharp feel of something, anything before it slips away.

She cannot seem to make it stay.

--

She rides beside Robb, towards the head of the column as they make their way back to Riverrun.

Once she might have complained about the lack of sidesaddle for her to ride as a lady should but now she says nothing. She sits astride the horse like her brother does (like Arya use to). She says nothing about the rough-hewn shirt and pants he has given her to ride in or the way it rubs her skin raw. She accepts it as she does the ache in her thighs, the horse's wide, rolling gait painful beneath her.

Any delay could prove dangerous.

They ride hard, seeking word from their mother’s parlay with Renly. Robb’s expression is grim, focused on some distant point but Sansa can feel his eyes on her too as the sun tracks across the sky. He watches her carefully for an evidence of pain or discomfort and she knows he would stop the whole army for her if she asked, if she needed it.

Once that might have pleased her, made her feel warm and loved by his display but now it just feels dangerous, a liability she must carry. Sansa had not understood at first what it cost Robb to free her and return the Kingslayer. She understands now, despite his attempts to shield her from the talk in the camp, the obvious divide between those that see her as a symbol of the North they fight for, something of Ned Stark’s they can save and protect and those that look at her and see only her brothers weakness.

She will not be his downfall too.

--

Sansa sleeps fitfully, dreams an amalgam of horrors from her captivity. Kings Landing is leagues away but she feels the press of it at her back still, white hot and insistent. She can not escape the Lannisters; even in her dreams she is forced to watch her own pain and humiliation again and again until and it’s her father’s death she must relive. Everything plays out with a clarity she knows is not real but she’s helpless against it all. She hears her father’s false confession, written on her heart by now and sees his face, the ugly surprise in his eyes when the Kingsguard force him to his knees.

No, stop, please oh please, stop she cries when he falls but it is not by Sir Ilyn Payne sword that he dies but by her own hands, slick with his blood.

---

Sansa wakes with a start, body tight with fear, skin sweaty. There is a rustle of movement behind her and for a moment she fears she has cried out in her sleep and woken Robb but it is only Grey Wind. His eyes are bright in the darkness. Sansa thinks it would be easy to call Robb to her now, like she did when she was a child with her father. He could sooth away the terror that knots her insides but instead she touches the crown of his direwolf’s head, heart in her throat.

He whines lowly and the bed creaks under the weight of him when he crawls in beside her, crowding her against the thin wall of the tent. He smells like Winterfell, the damp earth and musty decay of the Godswood and for the first time in what feels like years Sansa feels something shifting, loosening inside her chest.

Re: The Mercy of the Frozen Ground-Sansa/Robb (2/?)

[waterpulse.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful! I love the Sansa-Grey Wind interaction and just aware Sansa is of how her release would affect Robb's campaign. Please keep writing!