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.)

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Ramsay/Theon, humiliation- spoilers past AGOT

[sternflammenden]

Pre-Reek Theon, humiliation, creepiness, go nuts.
Bonus points if you work in Roose, especially if he's criticizing Ramsay.

Tywin/Joanna, dominance - spoilers past AGOT

[sternflammenden]

In one of the books, it's said that Joanna ruled Tywin at home. This can be anything from gen to full out porn. I'd just like to see an example of their interaction.

FILL: Tywin/Joanna, dominance - "The Flint and the Flame"; NC-17 (Part One)

[lainemontgomery]

The Lord and Lady of Casterly Rock take their places at the giant table in the Hall, and it is a study in sharp and soft, cool and warm, the gold of metal and the gold of sunlight.

Joanna looks down at the polished wood of the tabletop and watches her husband’s reflection as he handles the petitioners. Gilded, she thinks, never able to shake her admiration for his stoic, statuesque carriage.

When she announced her intention to wed their cousin, her brother had laughed, insisting that Tywin was no true Lannister, he lacked the passion and vigor and fire for which the family was known- “Cold-blooded, a serpent through and through,” Stafford had insisted. But that was wrong, so very wrong; Tywin’s was a cool fire, a simmering heat beneath the surface, and his ability control the burn was what drew her attention, what first led her to believe that she could love him

FILL: Tywin/Joanna, dominance - "The Flint and the Flame"; NC-17 (Part Two)

[lainemontgomery]

The Lady of Casterly Rock stands in a thin nightshift, twisting a pair of silken scarves around her hands as she stares down at her husband. The light catches in Tywin’s gold-flecked eyes, and she watches his long fingers twitch- he itches to touch her, but she shakes her head

Re: FILL: Tywin/Joanna, dominance - "The Flint and the Flame"; NC-17 (Part Two)

[rachel2205]

This is awesome! I love the sense of control in this - not just in the sex.

Balon/Victarion

[linndechir]

I'm not even picky, I just want some Greyjoycest porn. Shallow, I know, I know. Any fill of this would make me happy, though I'd prefer it was consensual (or dub-con, maybe). Victarion and Balon seem to be the only Greyjoy brothers who did not have a completely fucked up relationship, so I don't really see one of them raping the other.

Re: Balon/Victarion

[sternflammenden]

I want to write this but I'm at work. So I'll fill this tonight.

Re: Balon/Victarion

[linndechir]

I was hoping you would. Looking forward to it. :)

Fill: Balon/Victarion, Faithfulness

[sternflammenden]

“I have sent my son away and he has returned a Greenlander and a fool

Joanna, Jaime/Cersei- caught in the act

[lainemontgomery]

After she walks in on Jaime and Cersei in a compromising position, Joanna tries to explain to her twins why they must never do THAT again.

Petyr/Lysa, King's Landing (ASoS spoilers)

[juno_chan]

Something about their relationship in King's Landing, how Petyr manipulates her.

FILL: Her eyes closed, Part I

[sternflammenden]

It isn’t difficult to find moments in which he can come to her. Although Lysa knows that she should refuse his offers and advances (after all, she should think of their son at least, hard-won to say the least), it’s Petyr. Her Petyr, but not quite. After all, she’s married, Lady Arryn now, and although she isn’t so much a part of court life as her Lord is, tongues are hungry for gossip, minds starved for scandal.

It’s not what it looks like, she tells herself. Just an old friend, risen high. We only speak of the past, and not the present, or what could be.That is a lie, of course

FILL: Her eyes closed, Part II

[sternflammenden]

*

He hands her a small bottle after one of their clandestine meetings, and at first, thinking that it is perfume, uncaps it to daub a bit behind an ear, in her bosom, to show her appreciation. But Petyr stays her hands.

“Take care, my love,” he says, and for once, the lilting note in his voice is gone. “I would not have you come to such an end.”

And then he explains, in a whisper, nipping at her neck between her exclamations of shock, and then, as things progress, pleasure. It is a way for them to be together and isn’t that what she wants. It is the only way, of course. And no one will ever believe it possible.

She tucks the bottle in the corner of a drawer stuffed with fripperies, handkerchiefs and half-spent pomades, tarnished rings in need of a cleaning, a place where no one will bother to look. It will keep there until the time is ripe.

And then she yields, her eyes tightly closed.

Re: FILL: Her eyes closed, Part II

[lydzi]

This is amazing! Great psychology and I love your take on Lysa. She lost before even the battle began.