Someone's Golden Fool: Jaime/Petyr/Sansa, manipulationtmitnaiaelMarch 15 2013, 16:02:13 UTC
i. Jaime is torn between amusement and disgust. One of these emotions is not quite his. They had been fools dreaming, to think themselves one and the same, one soul in two bodies. Yet there is still some part of him that is her, or maybe her’s, that knows what she would feel and think. They have separated but perhaps she will never really leave him, and he her.
She has not left him even now. He is thinking about her as he meets Lord Littlefinger’s unflinching gaze, eyes green but not the right sort of green.
“Go on,” Sansa murmurs, hand stroking down his back, and Jaime starts.
ii. “You do not need him, not any longer,” Jaime says, unsure whether he says it because it is true or because he needs to--or perhaps more aptly, be the one to--save her.
Sansa looks at him a long while. Then she laughs, high bright birdsong, and says, gently, he had not needed her either
( ... )
Re: Someone's Golden Fool: Jaime/Petyr/Sansa, manipulationtmitnaiaelMarch 15 2013, 20:08:32 UTC
Jaime/Sansa has never really done anything for me, to be honest, but throwing Petyr in there too made me Intrigued. Unfortunately there was less Petyr in this fic than I meant for there to be :/ Glad you like it & yesss manipulative Sansa is my favorite Sansa
Re: Someone's Golden Fool: Jaime/Petyr/Sansa, manipulationlainemontgomeryMarch 16 2013, 02:50:39 UTC
YESYESYES!! Thank you SO MUCH for this fill! I think this trio has such a lot of sexy, dark, manipulative potential, and you brought that perfectly to life. Sansa is such a player; she knows EXACTLY how to work Jaime over. And it's heartbreaking, because not only is Jaime REALLY EASY to influence, but he KNOWS that he's being played and lets it happen anyway. BECAUSE CERSEI. GUH. MY HEART. Wonderful work!
The Sweetest Song (Dany/Jorah), but he licked the honey from her hairmrstaterMarch 15 2013, 20:36:57 UTC
Daenerys has persuaded him to do all manner of foolish things in the secrecy of his tent--bed her, and wed her--but at this moment, the request Jorah is most glad to have caved to is teaching her the songs of the Seven Kingdoms.
"You must sing me this one," she says, kneeling beside his sleeping mat facing him. The corner of the book he gave her for a bride's gift jabs his hip as she opens it on her lap, the aged pages crinkling like autumn leaves as she thumbs through it.
He lifts his head slightly from where he reclines, fingers laced together behind his neck on the bundle of rags that serve as his pillow, and makes out the title with some difficulty from upside-down and in elaborate calligraphy that is far too much for this song. He lies back with a grunt.
"I'm surprised 'The Bear and the Maiden Fair' made it into a book."
Re: The Sweetest Song (Dany/Jorah), but he licked the honey from her hairladytpMarch 16 2013, 10:30:21 UTC
Oh geez, is there any more of this, by any chance? I have read and loved their adventures in the tent, and their 'wedding'.. I guess there is just never enough of that...
The comfortable closeness between them is just so....sweet!
Dead Man's Hands: Arya/Tywin, dreams + blood and snowmoderntricksterMarch 16 2013, 02:43:09 UTC
Snow swirled dizzily around her, leaving the world in blinding whiteness as she stepped out from under a stone archway and out into the expansive lichyard. Mausoleums rose like a tiny city all around her, snow clinging thick to their pitched roofs and craggy walls, obscuring the features of the statues standing like frozen sentinels ian their eternal watch. The snow crunched softly under her bare feet as she moved, rising up to her ankles with each step, but she felt no cold - not from the snow under her feet or the flakes that pelted her pale, bare face and shoulders. The only covering she had was the a linen sheet wrapped snug around her body and tucked high under her arms, held by one clenched fist across her chest. The warmth of the braziers, unevenly dispersed throughout the tombs, should not have been enough to keep the chill from penetrating her skin, but the flames gently licking at the wind seemed to chase away whatever cold tried to find her.
I am a wolf, she thought, and wolves don't feel coldShe couldn't remember ever
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Under Glass: Petyr/Sansa, bath + voyeurismmoderntricksterMarch 16 2013, 03:55:28 UTC
The staircase down to the baths seemed to wind on for ages, one endless step after another. Lysa had never bothered with them, she hated the long walk and preferred to take her baths in her room, where the only difficulty was hauling water to her. But down here the baths were fed by an underground hot spring, one of the scattered few below the Neck, always warm, with the faint smell of mountain air to the steam. Just because his late wife never cared much for them didn't mean they went entire unused. Young Lord Robin couldn't manage the stairs either in his delicate condition and that made it all the more appealing for Sansa, who savored every moment alone she could find
( ... )
Re: Under Glass: Petyr/Sansa, bath + voyeurismembossedsilverMarch 16 2013, 16:50:25 UTC
Very nice! I love fics where Sansa has this incredible control over him without even really trying. I especially love the fact that this is from Petyr's POV (which is so rarely done) and that he knows that this is weak of hom, something he should have left behind, but he really can't stop himself.
I knew that I had to do it from his POV. I think that it's such a sticky situation he's in here that playing through his guilt and conflict humanizes him a lot more. I'm glad you enjoyed it! :D
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Jaime is torn between amusement and disgust. One of these emotions is not quite his. They had been fools dreaming, to think themselves one and the same, one soul in two bodies. Yet there is still some part of him that is her, or maybe her’s, that knows what she would feel and think. They have separated but perhaps she will never really leave him, and he her.
She has not left him even now. He is thinking about her as he meets Lord Littlefinger’s unflinching gaze, eyes green but not the right sort of green.
“Go on,” Sansa murmurs, hand stroking down his back, and Jaime starts.
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“You do not need him, not any longer,” Jaime says, unsure whether he says it because it is true or because he needs to--or perhaps more aptly, be the one to--save her.
Sansa looks at him a long while. Then she laughs, high bright birdsong, and says, gently, he had not needed her either ( ... )
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Glad you like it & yesss manipulative Sansa is my favorite Sansa
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"You must sing me this one," she says, kneeling beside his sleeping mat facing him. The corner of the book he gave her for a bride's gift jabs his hip as she opens it on her lap, the aged pages crinkling like autumn leaves as she thumbs through it.
He lifts his head slightly from where he reclines, fingers laced together behind his neck on the bundle of rags that serve as his pillow, and makes out the title with some difficulty from upside-down and in elaborate calligraphy that is far too much for this song. He lies back with a grunt.
"I'm surprised 'The Bear and the Maiden Fair' made it into a book."
"Surprised? Why?"
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(Nice story too. :P)
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The comfortable closeness between them is just so....sweet!
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I am a wolf, she thought, and wolves don't feel coldShe couldn't remember ever ( ... )
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D'oh - so wrong in so many ways, and yet so...alluring!
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