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

FILL: Roose/Theon (with bonus Ramsay/Theon): Bad Blood, Part I

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

Don't know if it's exactly what you're looking for but it's what happened.

“I remember you at Winterfell,” Bolton says, his lips curved in what might be a smile. “You were such a good little hostage.”

Theon thinks to flare at that, but he’s been taught humility at Ramsay’s hands. He knows better, so he keeps his silence. After all, despite their situation, Lord Bolton has been nothing but courteous, although his pleasantries, when dissected, have an unpleasant aftertaste, and in many cases, a sharp edge. So he picks at the food that has been served to him, refusing the wine in a vague sense of self preservation. Poison would not be beyond them, he thinks, and although he’s mostly been treated well, caution still seems to be the wiser path to trod. The split lip and the marks from the lash, hidden by the finery that he’s, for now, been permitted to keep, attest to that.

But Roose Bolton’s hands, thus far, have remained clean.

He is fastidious almost, Theon notes, watching his captor carefully dissect the undercooked meat on his plate, almost mechanically partaking of the evenly-sliced bites, sopping the blood that runs from the flesh with a neat corner of bread.

“I had Winterfell,” Theon muses, to himself.

Bolton nods, fingers toying with the stem of his glass. “Far too lofty a prize for a boy to hold.”

When he takes his leave, Theon does not know what to think. The soft words and courtly manners are so unlike Ramsay’s coarseness that he allows himself to think that perhaps Roose Bolton is a man of reason. It might be possible to convince him, not to release him, but to preserve him.

It is a mistake, of course.

*

“I hear that my father has taken to dining with you, Turncloak.” Ramsay enters the room, wrapped in another of his gaudy cloaks, the overcompensation of an ersatz lord. Theon winces, because some things cut too close, and in the back of his mind, he recalls another young man, foolishly reaching to impress a man hewn of stone, wrapping himself in velvet and gold. The result: scorn and a broken chain. But this was another life, really, and his mind drifts back to the present, which is far uglier.

Ramsay sits next to Theon, who’s still slouching in the reed chair, one of two that he’s been permitted in his modest cell. It creaks under his weight, and Ramsay leans forward, an insinuating expression on his face. “And now he’s going to fuck his pig of a wife to make heirs.” His fleshly lips curled with distaste. “Not that I’m worried about that. Although you should be, grinning like a fool.”

Theon has been smiling nervously, recalling what sorts of things that he’s endured at the other man’s pleasure thus far, thinking on the bruises and the scratches, remembering the feel of his cheek against cold stone, the dampness from the dungeon wall moistening his cheek as Ramsay enveloped him in an iron grip, the shame, which was greater than the pain, as Bolton’s Bastard made a saltwife of him, and the hot tears that he’d allowed to fall when at last, almost mercifully, Ramsay, bored, had taken his leave.

“Like a fool,” Ramsay repeats, licking his lips, “in your little lord’s finery. My father has been feeding and dressing you; he might as well fuck you too.” The thought of this amuses him and he begins to laugh, a horrible braying sound, and when a clammy hand lands on Theon’s knee, squeezing it insinuatingly, he fights the urge to shudder. He does not want this, far from it, but he is wise enough to know that it is best to play along when Ramsay Bolton plies his warped affections.

FILL: Roose/Theon (with bonus Ramsay/Theon): Bad Blood, Part II

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

Keep him smiling, he thinks, as he sat still as a statue, wall-eyed, as Ramsay’s fingers creep onto his thigh, snaking toward his groin.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you…Theon?” He makes the name sound indecent. As Ramsay finds purchase, fingers brushing against his prisoner’s sex, Theon allows a sigh to escape. He does not quail when Ramsay’s lips and teeth meet his throat, nor does he flinch when scrabbling fingers take hold of him, stroking him insinuatingly.

It’s not that bad, he thinks. It could be worse.

To think this though, is not a mistake.

*

The next time that he sees Roose Bolton, he’s brought into his solar by armed men, marched like a common prisoner, but the indignation at such treatment slightly fades when he notes the rich surroundings, nothing like Winterfell of course, but palatial compared to the modest room that he’s been permitted, and a welcome change. It’s warm; a fire roars before him, and he’s shocked at Bolton’s indulgence. He seems ascetic almost, barely partaking of meat or mead, taking no interest in the courtly sort of entertainments that other aspiring lords might cultivate.

His only pleasure, thinks Theon, seems to be this child bride who he’s hidden away somewhere. There is no evidence of a woman’s touch in the room. Wolfskins line the floor, more practical than ornamental, and the only real decoration is a faded tapestry, figures clad in pink on a battlefield, wielding pikes and bearing curiously curved knives. It hangs behind Roose Bolton as he sits in a well-worn chair, staring into the flames.

“Theon Greyjoy,” he says, barely audible above the pops and cracks of the kindling, or the whine of the wind outside of the holdfast. “I hear my son has been holding congress with you.” There is an unspoken, almost pregnant snarl of irony in his voice, although his expression is carefully neutral. He gestures for Theon to sit in the smaller chair opposite him, and he of course obeys.

“Of a sort,” Theon responds, fighting to keep the blood from rushing to his cheeks.

“An unwholesome sort,” Bolton responds. Theon feels as though he is probably mistaken, but he believes that he detects a note of sympathy, however subtle, in the other man’s voice. “Ramsay does not comprehend how far he goes, I fear. Then again,” he sighs, almost to himself, “it is bad blood, and bad blood will always out.”

Theon nods, unable to do much else but agree. “I am sorry,” he says, and the thought, perhaps sympathy misplaced, is genuine.

Lord Bolton nods, and they are both silent for a while. Then Theon breaks it. “He is unnatural. What he’s done to me-” But he breaks off when he sees the disapproving expression on Bolton’s face. “I mean, there are some things that a man does not do with another.” His face is now burning. “Things that would have earned a sword in the belly on Pyke. Things that would have cast men out, had they been spoken of. I don’t understand-”

Roose Bolton speaks then, and his voice is surprisingly silky. “I take it that he has indulged certain…proclivities…in your company?”

Theon nods, not wishing to elaborate.

“Certain matters of the flesh?” Bolton frowns. “He should take care. It would not do if such matters were spoken of abroad.”

“So you understand then?” Theon feels a slight glimmer of hope, however tenuous, when the other man nods. It only magnifies when Lord Bolton clasps his hand. While is touch is not as unpleasant as Ramsay’s, it is still distasteful, but Theon does not pull away.

FILL: Roose/Theon (with bonus Ramsay/Theon): Bad Blood, Part III

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

“Of course I understand. As I said, it is bad blood,” Bolton whispers, threading a thin length of leather around Theon’s wrist and binding it to the chair. As he realizes what is happening, the other arm has been likewise restrained and he’s left to gaze up at his captor, who is smiling almost regretfully.

“Bad blood,” Bolton says again, stroking Theon’s cheek. “And I am the boy’s father, after all.”

Theon stares past him at the wall hanging, as the reality of his situation finally begins to dawn on him, and then he realizes exactly what is going on in the scene behind Bolton’s head. His ancestors, capering about gleefully, clad in fresh skins, the vanquished in ruins at their feet, red and awful.

It’s terrifying. But so is the knife that Lord Bolton brandishes almost lovingly and so is the peaceful smile on his face.

Re: FILL: Roose/Theon (with bonus Ramsay/Theon): Bad Blood, Part III

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Oooooh, I like this. It's not quite what I had in mind, but it's amazing anyway, so who cares what I hda in mind. I love Theon's little bit of hope, how he actually thinks Roose is going to help him against Ramsay .... and Roose who plays along and creeps a little, and then of course turns out to be not much better. And I just love Roose's whispering and his creepy little smile. And stroking Theon's cheek? Is hot. (I just wrote "choking" instead of "stroking" ... I really seem to be in a Bolton mood.)

Thank you so much for writing this. :D It's like you're constantly trying to make me happy here. I just realised that I have no House Creepy icon. :(

I'm always in a Bolton mood.

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

I know that it wasn't exactly the prompt but I went a bit off there when Ramsay came in. To be honest, I will likely write this again, and soon. I love this pairing. It's so wrongly hot. I just wanted to get to the payoff and needed to prolong the false courtesy. :)

You need a house Creepy icon, a pink squid or something. jesatria posted some Bolton icons in valyrian_forged a while back as well.

Re: I'm always in a Bolton mood.

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

I was more thinking of Theon actively trying to appear, erm, "useful" to Roose, but I love the way this turned out. Because, as you said, Roose/Theon is epic in any form. Roose is such a troll.

I need to go look for them, then. I have several Baratheon icons (still need a proper Stannis icon once the season starts) and one for Sansa, but no Greyjoys and Boltons.

Re: I'm always in a Bolton mood.

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

I would be into writing that, in all connotations of the word useful. I have a feeling that it will be epic. Now I'm all excited about this and want to sit in my office writing this instead of actually being productive. :)

Re: I'm always in a Bolton mood.

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

I was thinking of all the connotations of the word useful, yes. ^^ I'm sure you would turn it into something epic.
Haha, I know how you feel. I have two papers to write in the next three weeks, but all I do is write fic and ramble about fandom with people.

Re: I'm always in a Bolton mood.

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

The sad thing here is that I'm blowing off fandom obligations (dark_fest)!

If you're looking for something in that vein in the meantime, Marquise on AO3 wrote a short fic about Roose/Theon for me in a fill. It's called "Be of some use," and it's great.

Re: I'm always in a Bolton mood.

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, I guess that happens as well. I also wrote some random ficlets when I was supposed to finish my exchange fic.

Thanks for the rec. I'll have a look at it later. :)

FILL Take 2: Roose/Theon (hints of Theon/Robb), Another man's amusement

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

I gave this another go. Let's call it inspiration.


It began with an interrogation.

“Tell me about Robb Stark.”

Theon remembered a bright-haired boy who, instead of quailing under the weight of the crown, assumed the mantle with the resigned honor of his father. But before that, he had merely been a boy. A brother, almost. Maybe more than that, if awkward lingering glances and fumblings in the darkness counted for anything. To Theon, they no longer did, not that, if they were to meet again, Robb would do less than strike the head from his shoulders.

Just as his father would. Just as, perhaps, he deserved.

But he was Bolton’s man now, or at least he aspired to be, assuming that, if he were just useful enough, he might be more than a hostage come again. Not that Bolton would release him. But he might give him an occupation. He might call off the mad dog that he named his heir.

Theon had become quite the expert in self-denial.

It was an elaborate lie that extended beyond his traitorous embroideries of minutia that he recalled while sitting in Roose Bolton’s rooms, drinking his wines, eating his food. It was not pleasant company, but it afforded him the luxury of pretending that he was still the prince that he’d been, instead of the turncloak he’d become. He knew that Bolton knew that he prevaricated, that he embellished details that, in the grand scheme of things, were meaningless.

He doubted that Bolton cared. But he wondered sometimes why the man bothered with the charade.

One evening, after detailing what little he knew of Stark battle plans, Roose Bolton beckoned him closer.

“On your knees,” he said softly, almost gently, and although he did not comprehend, Theon knelt before him. He felt a hand on his shoulder, positioning him gently yet firmly, and when it travelled to his face, tipping his chin upwards, he was even more confused.

“What would you have me do, my Lord?” he asked, peering up through the shadows.

“What do you do with my son?” Bolton’s voice was even, but underneath, there was a note of amusement.

“I…obey Lord Ramsay,” he said, struggling to get out the words, to say it properly. “I…do as he bids.”

Bolton laughed softly. “And you will do as I bid.” He guided Theon’s hands to the front of his breeches. “I have had enough of your bowing and scraping. It is high time that you use your tongue for something more useful than ingratiation.”

“What of your lady wife?” The words were out before Theon could stop himself, and inwardly, he readied for a blow that did not quite come.

Bolton did not react immediately, merely staring at Theon as if he’d grown a second head. He was not used to being contradicted. “It is not your place to question an order, Greyjoy.”

Theon hung his head, cheeks flaming. “I merely thought,” words dying on his tongue as Bolton’s cold eyes met his.

“You are not here to think,” Bolton said. “I grow weary of waiting.” His hands pressed on Theon’s shoulders, pulling him close, and while Theon readied himself he focused on small details: the pink signet ring on Roose Bolton’s finger, the way that his hands firmly grasped Theon’s hair, the feel of the rushes beneath his knees.

He tried then, also, to think of Robb, but it did not help if at all.

When he took Bolton in his mouth, the other man did not react. He was calm and collected, even when Theon dared to bare his teeth a bit, almost forgetting himself. And when Bolton’s breath quickened, his body at last betraying his control, Theon felt himself stiffening in response, with the knowledge that, however base, he might still retain some power.

But it was over all too soon and Theon was left to lie on the floor, his frustration evident on his face, in his crabbed position. Roose Bolton, always observant, noted his hardness, visible through his ill-gotten finery, and for the first time that evening, smiled.

“My Lord,” Theon said, his voice barely audible in the pressing silence.

“You may go. I require nothing further this evening.”

And he was left to gather himself, to shamble out of his Lord’s chambers, where his Lord’s man waited to take him below again, where he will wait until it is time again to become another man’s plaything.

Re: FILL Take 2: Roose/Theon (hints of Theon/Robb), Another man's amusement

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

I'm so happy you filled this not just once, but twice. Thank you so much. :D

This is wonderful. I love Theon's thoughts about Robb, and Roose's creepy little laugh always makes me happy. I think what I love most here is the difference between disobeying Ramsay and disobeying Roose - Ramsay gets angry, Roose stays calm and just demands, and people give him what he wants because You Do Not Piss Off Roose Bolton. Oh, and cocky Theon who lets himself think for just a second that he still has some power was a great detail.

You're making me love Roose/Theon waaaay more than I should. That's a good thing.

Re: FILL Take 2: Roose/Theon (hints of Theon/Robb), Another man's amusement

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

You're welcome! I'm glad that you liked this. I didn't need much convincing, to be honest. And as much as Ramsay/Theon creeps me out and fascinates me, there is something much more malevolent about Roose/Theon, as you've said.

I thought a lot about the Harrenhall Arya interactions when I wrote this. It's kind of the same situation, only more extreme.

Re: FILL Take 2: Roose/Theon (hints of Theon/Robb), Another man's amusement

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Ramsay/Theon is fun because it's as horrible as a bad horror movie, but Roose/Theon is more subtly evil. I like that.

You know, it's a good thing Arya was 8 years old in Harrenhall. If she had been a young woman at the time and not a little girl, I would ship Roose/Arya so hard ... House Creepy, what have you done to me. ;)

Re: FILL Take 2: Roose/Theon (hints of Theon/Robb), Another man's amusement

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

House Creepy corrupts all that it touches, eventually.

And likewise. I want to write teen Arya/Roose in Harrenhall. After all, who does he order to remove the leeches? I should stop now because I'm creeping myself out.

I can't write Arya though, so maybe it's a good thing.

Re: FILL Take 2: Roose/Theon (hints of Theon/Robb), Another man's amusement

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Thank you, House Creepy. I appreciate it. Also, I think I broke my brain writing about Arya/Roose after finishing a Stannis/Sansa fic. It's like this horrible clash between "pairings that should never happen" and "royal OTP of pure happiness".

It would be hot ... if she was older. As it is, it's the bad kind of creepy.

Me neither. It's all for the better, just like the fact that neither of us can draw and spam the world with ridiculous House Creepy doodles.

Re: FILL Take 2: Roose/Theon (hints of Theon/Robb), Another man's amusement

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

I need to read those Sansa/Stannis fills because I saw that there is a second one in addition to yours. Looking forward tonight.

It would be hot if she were, as they say, a woman grown. and I'm considering writing this AU and I realize that I have a serious problem here.

Re: FILL Take 2: Roose/Theon (hints of Theon/Robb), Another man's amusement

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Yep, there's a second fill that's a lot more focused on the whole dancing thing (unlike mine, I always end up ignoring the prompts). It's great. ^^ I can't believe someone else wrote Stannis/Sansa, I'm so happy. :D

Nah, it's not a serious problem, it's just the eternal appeal of porn. Blame Roose.

Re: FILL Take 2: Roose/Theon (hints of Theon/Robb), Another man's amusement

[sternflammenden.livejournal.com]

So excited. i'm finally home and there is lots of Stannis/Sansa and other stuff to read.

Oh, that Roose. I should punish him and write Roose/Brienne AU baby fic. That'll show him. And creep me out.

Re: FILL Take 2: Roose/Theon (hints of Theon/Robb), Another man's amusement

[linndechir.livejournal.com]

Have fun. ^^

That's a horrifying idea. Please don't ever do that. oO