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

Jaime, Arya

[eenaangel.livejournal.com]

He does not hear his name in that litany of hers. He pushed her brother threw a window, ambushed her father, and waged war on her family.

She should have added it by now . . .

(Not a pairing, per se, though if that is the way it goes, I would prefer a much older Arya).

FILL: Jaime, Arya; "The Shadow"; PG-13 (Part One)

[lainemontgomery.livejournal.com]

[This is a gen Jaime + Arya story, with implied Jaime/Sansa undertones.]

Jaime enters the Great Hall of Winterfell in the earliest morning hours, still shuddering from the bracing cold of the training fields. He drops down onto a bench and shunts his longsword to the side as he tucks his shoulders in and winces- it’s just as bloody cold inside as it is out...maybe even colder.

It’s barely after sunrise, and he quite appreciates the time alone- or, at least, he thinks he is alone. A glint of steel in his peripheral vision jerks him to attention, and he utters a startled cry before leaping up from his seat and turning around. When his green eyes lock on a large, calm, unimpressed pair of grey ones, he relaxes his posture just a little.

“Lady Arya,” he begins, inclining his head in a courteous nod. “We were not anticipating a visit from you.”

She just shrugs and rolls her eyes- she always arrives unannounced, unexpectedly, as surreptitious in this as she is with everything else. The denizens of Winterfell whisper about their lady’s sister as reverently as they would a figure of legend- Shadow of the Queen, silent as death. Jaime feels nearly sorry for her sometimes- he knows all too well the dangers of excessive notoriety, especially for one so young.

And she is; so very, very young. He knows her to be Sansa’s junior by a couple of years- that would make her sixteen now. But when he looks at her, small and slight and still, she seems quite ageless. She could be a child of ten or a woman of thirty- if he didn’t know better, he’d believe it either way.

She glances up just for a moment, barely deigning to acknowledge him with a nod. “Kingslayer,” she says by way of greeting, and she waits for a reaction. When he fails to produce one, she looks back down at the tiny sword she’s been polishing.

(The old adage is rarely spoken these days- is, in fact, forbidden. To his surprise, the ban had come from Daenerys Stormborn herself; the queen misinterpreted Ser Jaime’s “title” as one of respect and honor, and she made it clear to all at court that she never wished to hear it again. Arya Stark is the only person to use it with any regularity- she’ll do as she likes. Even the Dragon Queen understands that much.)

Jaime hazards a smile. “Best not let your sister hear any of that.” He hopes for a moment that she might scoff, might return his sardonic grin- but she only huffs a breath through her nose and shakes her head.

Arya’s lack of interest in conversation is apparent, but that’s certainly never stopped Jaime before. He slides to the edge of his bench and watches her work on the sword- hardly more than a dagger, really. No proper weapon at all.

She pretends not to notice his eyes on her, but he catches a slight movement in her jaw- there is tension building there, without a doubt.

“Haven’t you anything better to do, Lord Commander?” she hisses at last, still refusing to turn her head and look at him.

“It’s too early even for the kitchen servants. My opportunities for diversion are sadly small.”

Arya purses her lips together and tightens her grip on the hilt of her sword. “It’s hardly gentlemanly, to let Sansa wake up alone.”

And he laughs at that, an incredulous burst at her audacity. Arya lifts her eyebrows and fixes him with a stare, as though daring him to deny it- but why bother? It’s hardly a secret, anyway...

“I think she prefers it, to be honest. She likes her space, her little routines...she doesn’t take very kindly to distractions...”

He’s pushing too far now, and while a part of him would dearly love to yank on the little wolf’s tail to see if she’ll bite, he changes the subject instead.

FILL: Jaime, Arya; "The Shadow"; PG-13 (Part Two)

[lainemontgomery.livejournal.com]

“That’s a pretty little toy,” he drawls, nodding at the sword in her lap. “Useful, I imagine, should you need to open a letter or tear out a seam...”

“I could tear your face apart with it in a second, so quick that you’d never even have time to scream.”

Her grey eyes- Ned Stark’s eyes, Lyanna Stark’s eyes- come alive at once, and Jaime feels a cold sting in his belly- How many people have looked into those eyes as they heaved their dying breaths? It distresses him more than he’d care to admit, to think of this wispy little noblewoman, the younger sister of the sweet, deliberate, patient Lady of Winterfell, Ned Stark’s runty little daughter as the country’s most feared assassin. And it isn’t her age- he’d been younger than she when he received his white cloak. Nor is it her gender- he’s spent too much time with Brienne to hold Arya’s womanhood against her. But this girl is not a warrior in the traditional sense...she’s not a knight. She’s something far more savage, far more deadly.

The last time Arya appeared in Winterfell, he’d come upon her in the stables, throwing knives at a target on the wall. As she flung each blade through the air, she recited something under her breath- as he drew closer, Jaime recognized the litany of names- “King Joffrey...The Tickler...Raff the Sweetling....Queen Cersei...” He hitched his breath at the last, and she whirled around, brandishing her knife in his direction.

“What are you whispering about?” he inquired, unsure whether he wanted to hear an answer.

He quite expected her to leave without a word, as she usually did whenever he addressed her- he blinked with surprise when she stepped toward him, her little bird-like face stretched in an unnerving approximation of a smile.

“A list. A list of all who’ve wronged me, who’ve wronged my family. It’s an older list, this one- most of the people are dead already.” Her smile broadened, and Jaime felt a sudden urge to turn and run, run as fast as he could.

“It’s about time to start a new one, I suppose.”

He forced the panic down and tried to make light of her words, returning her smile and saying casually, “Should I be worried, my lady?”

She spun the knife in her hand- blade over and under and over and under. “If I wanted you dead, Kingslayer, you’d be dead already.” When she finally stilled the knife and slipped it into the little scabbard at her waist, he breathed an exhale of relief.

But she made no move to leave. Her voice- still lightly tinged with a Braavosi accent- dropped low and quiet- “If I did anything to harm you, my sister would not like it. Sansa’s problem, you see, is that she forgives anyone who is kind to her.”

Jaime couldn’t quite agree with that statement- the image of Petyr Baelish’s bleeding corpse still lingered too vividly in his mind- but he kept his counsel.

“She says that you’ve redeemed yourself and sworn your sword and your person to the North. She says that should be enough for me.”

And is it, Lady Arya? he wanted to ask, but she sidestepped around him and exited the stable before he could say another word.

FILL: Jaime, Arya; "The Shadow"; PG-13 (Part Three)

[lainemontgomery.livejournal.com]

And as he looks at her now, the little girl with her little sword, he finds himself wondering about her lists, whether she’s taken the time to create a new one. The North remembers, he’d been told once. Sansa tries not to remember, works tirelessly to forget, to forgive- “I’ve no interest in vengeance,” she’d told him more than once, and he always felt humbled and impressed to hear it. It’s more than I could do.

But there’s something nearly as admirable in the strength of Arya’s resolve, in the determination of her memory. She’s a creature of action, swift and thorough and unstoppable. In that, Jaime feels a sort of kinship with the Queen’s Shadow, and he realizes that this is a woman whose respect he’d like to have.

(It’s been so long since he’d truly cared about earning anyone’s regard, and the realization embarrasses him, just a bit.)

When she buffs the last of the polish from her blade, Arya sheathes it and rises. She does not turn as she speaks to him- “Please tell my sister that I’ve arrived. I’ll be out in the stables for the rest of the day.”

He could choose to be offended- he is the Lord Commander of the North, not a message boy or steward- but he only calls after her- “As you say, my lady.”

After she slips out of the hall, Jaime rises to stretch his legs and head back to Sansa’s chambers. But when he lifts himself from the bench, he knocks the longsword on the floor and winces at the heavy clatter of iron and steel on stone.

He stoops to lift the weapon from the floor and notices, for the first time in years, the cumbersome weight in his left hand, the heft and the bulk.

Jaime wonders for a moment what Arya would do if he asked for a lesson in light-weapon swordplay, and he laughs to himself at the thought.

Re: FILL: Jaime, Arya; "The Shadow"; PG-13 (Part Three)

[eenaangel.livejournal.com]

This was epic, and completely how I would want them to interact.

I love the lack of romance, that Jaime approaches Arya like an unknown entity and she genuinely concerns him. But also respects/fears her at the same time.

Thank you for the lovely fill.

Re: FILL: Jaime, Arya; "The Shadow"; PG-13 (Part Three)

[lainemontgomery.livejournal.com]

This is such a cool prompt - I don't think I've ever read a fic with any real Jaime & Arya interaction, and now I'm wondering why, because they're so much fun. I'll admit, I did try at first to make this Jaime /Arya, but it just wasn't happening. ;)

Thank you for the wonderful comment - I'm so glad you liked it!

Re: FILL: Jaime, Arya; "The Shadow"; PG-13 (Part Three)

[just-a-dram.livejournal.com]

This is great. I happen to think that Arya is probably permanently twisted, and I like the way you've written her here. She's damaged and doesn't have to follow the same rules as everyone else, and yet, there's something Jaime admires about her. So much so that he's actually willing to play messenger boy.

The underlying hints of Jaime/Sansa do a fangirl good, but I like how it's just an undercurrent to the real interaction at play here.

Re: FILL: Jaime, Arya; "The Shadow"; PG-13 (Part Three)

[lainemontgomery.livejournal.com]

Thank you, love! I was a bit anxious about writing Arya- I've never done it before, and she's such an enigma to me. It was a bit easier to approach her from Jaime's perspective, and I'm so glad you thought it worked.

And yeah, Jaime/Sansa...I had to. You know how it is. :)