#goldandbeloved

[asoiafrarepairs]

Cersei/Sansa romantic/passionate, any art form!(BDSM also welcome)

Added to our prompt page!

[aikainkauna]

@goldandbeloved replied to your post “@goldandbeloved replied to your post “So far, the Kurt/Ursula...”

It’s going to be awesome and take the time you need. You’re worth it as is your writing❤️

Thank you for your kind words. Even if it doesn’t quite work out that way (I only get a small handful of days in a month when I’m at my most optimal, writing-wise, so it’s now or never), I really appreciate the sentiment :3 And that you guys are still reading the stuff even if I’ve been writing much more slowly these days due to the same health issues. At least it’s now a bit more paced out than the continuous flood it was a few years ago; finally people can actually catch up :D

[goldandbeloved]

Floret Silva Nobilis (Renly/Loras)

Note: Written especially for Madra-Nycteris for Secret Sansa 2017. Happy Secret Sansa!

(since I usually write pervy Lannisters, all Baratheon/Tyrell mistakes are mine.Not my usual ship, but it was a pleasure!)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/13466523

 I.Among the Trees Renly has never loved hunting. It's Robert's, like everything is. During holidays, when the   brothers still saw each other, they'd go into the Kingswood, all the pages and squires of the court, carrying meat pies, vats of wine, sweetsleep if His Grace needs a nap in a pavilion, a whole bloated, rude procession with Robert Baratheon bleating about his prowess till they have to be quiet so as not to startle the game. Robert would sing “Making The Eight” in a splattering, scratched, blurting voice. The king would grab at the squires, laughing when he knocked them into the mud, then watching the boys come up with dirty faces, their eyes white and full as hard-cooked eggs. Robert guffawed,  slapping his heavy thigh, looking down at them from his steed. “Just like your king did to Rhaegar!” The woods would ring with Robert's laughter and as always,  the pages dip their heads like whelps, sadder eyed than the hounds. “Take a joke, you shits.” The King of the Seven Kingdoms would belch. A royal hunt was the one time Renly would look up to catch Stannis' dour eye and they'd share something like sympathy. There's nothing any of them can do then or now. Renly's the only one who saw Stannis' almost imperceptible shudder as Robert drools wine into his own beard, slides on his high saddle. At least, Robert isn't shrieking that Stannis' face is as sour as a whore's asshole or calling Renly a fluffy fawn. That will come after another wineskin. Everyone laughs. Stannis doesn't come to King's Landing anymore. Renly feels a strange pang. For that moment, he and Stannis really felt like brothers. Stannis stays at Dragonstone and now it's only Renly to get up early, wait for Robert to piss behind oak trees, make sure the pheasants get released so the king will catch something and return to the keep, grit his teeth while the king ranks Baelish's girls on their tightness in all holes. The king will eventually slap Renly on the back, say he must be a virgin. Renly doesn't blame the pages for laughing. Renly wants to go home. Leaves and bracken and ivy and twigs make him feel exhausted and tired and he can't smell the green of the forest without thinking of the smell of stale wine. That's hunting, that's the wood. He never thought he'd love the color green again. II.Flowering When Loras came to court, Renly noticed his laugh—or lack. Loras' laugh is gentle, soft, something tender that comes close, out of the brush to respond to an outstretched hand.  You need patience to hear it, you might miss it. Renly waits for it. He listens, stroking the edges of his dark beard, watching the candlelight play in Loras' golden curls at the feast.  Loras' laugh is so quiet in this court of brashness, it's loveliness itself. It's all the lovelier for being around the muck of jokes about whores, mouths, joints of greasy mutton that are scorched around the edges since the king likes them that way so everyone must. Renly watches Loras. Loras will smile when there's something from Highgarden, white-fleshed fish sauced with grapes, wine and cream. Loras doesn't care that men aren't supposed to like sweets, but he'll enjoy peaches drizzled with Tyroshi brandy and almonds, delicate but strong. Renly's had bites and it's made his head spin; the brandy will sneak up on you, the way Loras does in a tourney, beautiful, but with a sharp edge unseen til it's too late and your head spins. Before Renly sleeps, his eyes spin coins of green and gold in the dark. All he can think of is Loras, wonder what it would be like to lie beside him, to nuzzle the back of his neck, kiss him till he hears another sound, something tender and lovely like laughter, but only for Renly. At night he dreams, wakes at the wolf's hour to hear the Kingsguards' footsteps as they change places with their now tired sworn brothers at the king's door. Renly listens for the gentle, firm tread of Highgarden\s champion, wishing there was a reason for him to walk to this end of the Red Keep. His dreams are all of antlers and rose-vines. III. Silva Nobilis When the summons comes, Renly tries to find something to do but the Master of Coin is away, the Maester is indisposed and there's nothing to be done for it, but to go over to the Kingswood. Varys was insistent that his presence was desired, then glided silently along the hall in his velvet slippers. Varys never has to go hunting. And Renly's out in the Kingswood. Waiting. The King's late and Renly has the sinking feeling that Robert wants to be friendly again, two brothers off goring and gutting things while Robert feigns interest in Renly's duties, then gets bored and srarts telling brothel stories. Renly doesn't want to hear about tits, the Mereneese twins and the bananas or worse, when Robert looks at him solemnly with someting like pity in his eyes. “ You shouldn't be alone, Renly. What's wrong with these girls?” He'll look sad for a moment, then he'll be slapping Renly on the back and offering a visit to the Peach to rid Renly of his maidenhead. Robert's kindness exhausts Renly now, makes him feel worse. He wishes he had the patience Eddard Stark had, but he doesn't. (Renly remembers Eddard's eyes, the way he softens when Robert talks about how they fought back-to-back, unbroken friends, the way Eddard looks at him. Reflected in Eddard's eyes, Renly can see Robert as brave, burly, strong—perhaps kind. But Eddard hasn't been here for too long and Robert's  kindness fled long ago.) Renly idly pats his horse, mentally promising him a bag of oats and himself pear brandy if they survive this afternoon. After sometime, he dismounts, sitting on a fallen log, bored, aggravated. Then, a sound. Quiet rustling, then hooves-- and the branches part like in a song. It's like watching the sun come out. Radiant. It can't be but it is. Loras is there on his white palfrey mare, gleaming in hunting greens, graceful as a lily, fierce as a thorned rose. His cloak is deep evergreen with traceries of golden vines at the edge and hood, his doublet in a brocade with swirls of blossoms and leaves on jade and cream, Loras shakes a leaf from his hair and golden curls tumble around his shoulders. Then, the Knight of the Flowers blushes like a shy maiden. “Renly Baratheon. “ This is the book of Renly's life opening. He's in the Kingswood and at the same time he's watching the bitter ink of his days being overwritten in rosewater and honey. His eyes close so he can't see if this is a joke or a disappointment, one of Robert's stupid, tiresome japes. But there’s no scent of sweat and soured posset, only a fougere of wild roses, sweetgrass and oudh carried on the breeze. Loras leans down, reaching out one hand in an embroidered glove. Renly can barely breathe, they are supposed to be all fury, but Renly was made for something else, his brothers can tell and perhaps Loras can too. “Do you hunt, Renly Baratheon?” The leather on his cheek is gentle, firm, sweet like a sunbeam, but just as strong. Renly remembers that the sun undoes men in stranger ways than storms, overcoming them with warmth and beauty. The sun doesn't beat or shame the flowers into submission but they want to reach him because they want to be close to that light, to blossom. Renly smiles, free and joyous. “ I could. Loras Tyrell.” Loras' smile is everything that Renly has ever wished for. And when his fingers touch those of the third son of Mace Tyrell, everything falls into place, Loras leaning down so his hair brushes Renly's cheek, it is a song, the sweetest in all the world. And when their lips finally meet there in the Kingswood, it is like all the trees are afire with blooms. When they're pressed against each other and their tongues taste of honey and sweat—this is what a flower feels as it opens to the sun. Lying in the glade, all is peace and joy, the centre of a perfect golden rose, cradled safe by green all is glorious and their hearts are full of love as a morning bloom holds dew. Listening as his lover sighs, in the golden afternoon Renly could  love hunting after all.        

[goldandbeloved]

This is My Wish

That hundreds of years later,

girls will take blood red lipstick

stand in front of carved stone

stare

cross out Baratheon

write

and see the name writ true

Cersei Lannister.

[goldandbeloved]

[goldandbeloved]

Love of Ice and Fire (first, not last)

Ship Whom Thou Wilt Shall Be The Whole of The Law!

I wrote earlier that today we should show some love to creators of some of our favorite fanfic and fan arts. I wanted to do more, but I’ve got some lovely fanfic here today that I’d like to share. I want to do a fanart and fancraft post next Friday.

NB: When I read fic, I generally do not go straight for the angst section, nor am I right in the fluff, though I’m not disinclined to read either of these-all are valid and all are worth reading. I like sex, I like gorgeous imagery, I like kink, I like threesomes, I like twincest, I like chivalry. There you go. Unashamed of what I like. Open to reading others and it’s good to read outside your faves but these are mine.

(Later I’d like to write something on the value of fluff, porn and extreme fiction (scary, violent et al) and how certain types of writing can be overlooked because they exist to bring pleasure. Pleasure is good for you, reading what makes you happy is good for you. Or I might just write more fic instead. We’ll see.)

NB: I like JaimexCersei, SansaxCersei and certain types of JaimexSansa with my Holy Grail OT3 of CerseixJaimexSansa. I also love SansaxTywin because I do. I find all of these hot and gorgeous in some way. (I’m open to others, but these are my faves)

I couldn’t include everything today, so there is more, but this is what I have for right now. Hope you enjoy reading it. I’ve written a bit about what I like about each one and have left comments for the authors (good ones).

NB: These are all my choices, my likes. You do not have to like or read any of them. That being said, read on. These are all ones I regularly reread.

NB: Yes, there’s a lot of Laine. She inspired me, so she’s in my favorites of ones I reread again and again.

Things I’d Like to Find: More sexy, non-abusive CerseixSansa. More CerseixJaimexSansa. Some CerseixJaime fluff because something fun had to happen to them at least once.  Let me know!

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A Sampler of Favorites:

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NB: No particular order, but the top 3 inspired me a lot to write my own.

Favor

 Laine

Cersei/Jaime/Sansa This has the top place because it inspired me to write. Laine, you are a marvel. The sexual tension and hard suggestion of chivalric kinkiness in this is unbeatable. It’s a treasure and rightfully so. http://archiveofourown.org/works/401165

From Eyes of Flame, Ruby Tears There Came

Laine

CerseixJaimexSansa Laine does it again. Gorgeous, seductive predatory twins and Sansa caught between them. Decadent and corrupt in the most perfect of ways. http://archiveofourown.org/works/369383

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Blushes

Laine

Jaime/Sansa Jaime/Cersei (almost CerseixJaimexSansa!) Utterly delactable story of SJL being an amazingly hot (and toppish) cocky Ser and I love it. I’m always happy with this because it has Jaime/Sansa in a very sexual, very kinky yet perversely affectionate way. It helped me see the potential of Jaime/Sansa in an extremely erotic way --and it works. Love it. http://archiveofourown.org/works/386437

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Two Sisters Wed 

drownedbyyourstandards Rhaenys Targaryen/Visenya Targaryen

Sizzly, sexydorable Targaryen incestuous wedding glee. Love.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1481377/chapters/3125377?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_27437986

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Damsel in Distress Cersei/Sansa by Laine Gutwrenching with a beautiful finish of sweetness and love. How I love this. http://archiveofourown.org/works/370699

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Valor

jaimelnanister

Petite Sansa and her Ser Jaime Lannister fandom (and teensy crush) of one. Perfect spun sugar lovely fluff which makes me smile every time.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/881073

NB: Fluff.

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and the history books forgot about us: five lives jadeandlilac Heartbreaking and lovely Cersei/Jaime, love the idea of eternally recreated love for each other. Simply gorgeous. http://archiveofourown.org/works/476936/chapters/827670?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_27438331

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I am not whole without you by whoistorule Jaime/Cersei Pregnancy, birth, power, blood and hot amazing sex. It’s brutal and fantastic as it should be. http://archiveofourown.org/works/2475257

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His Girl Friday-Telanu Sansa/Tywin Hot damn, this works. It’s been tricky for me to find AUs that really work for me, but this does--and having it made of all drabbles is like having a box of lusty, forbidden candy. Eat up. http://archiveofourown.org/works/1311304/chapters/2724790

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Hand of Snow

Modbelle

Ser Jaime/Cast of Thousands (well, mostly Jon Snow)

Jaime ruins or enhances Jon Snow’s solo experiences. You be the judge. Some truly exquisite wordplay, japes with a few notes of melancholy to add depth.  This is just damn fun and damn memorable and not only because Ser Jaime trolls like a mofo.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/513088

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Nothing to Do But Smile

SlashMyDreams

CerseiixJaime

Delightfully saucy dirty talk and Ser Jaime being sassy as anything again. Such fun.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/299690

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Ghost of Honor: GhostRelic did the most amazing TywinxSansa and I miss her work. Lots.

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Special mention to:

WARNING: If you don’t like SanSan, *skip it*. If you don’t like fluff, *skip it.* Seriously. Don’t click, go elsewhere this is weapons-grade fluff.

The Tea Party Series by SanSanFanFan Sandor/Sansa

Yes, I know. It’s not my personal ship and this is extreme fluff. It might even be considered edgeplay because it is so fluffy.

But what’s life without a little edginess?

I love this because it taught me a lot about the potential of fluff and pleasure, it’s not afraid to be silly with a soupcon of sexy and it’s rich, fluffy and sweet like a lush, glorious  slice (or two) of cake. Yay! (also this introduced me to ThreeHills and her gorgeous dolls and that alone is worth everything.)

http://archiveofourown.org/series/187862

Everybody say LOVE! (of Ice and Fire)

[goldandbeloved]

This Friday, Let’s All Show Love of Ice and Fire

I’ve been inspired by the post I shared on the value of commenting on fanfic; this Friday April 10, (I’m choosing it because it’s the weekend GoT comes back on) I’m going to leave positive comments on some of my favorite ASoIAF/GoT fanfics and pictures.

There’s a lot of amazing writers and artists out there who are working out of love for the story--let’s give some back.

Also, I’m going to post links to some of my favorites. I’d encourage anyone inclined to do the same. Let’s share the love.

NB: This is not the only day I’m going to do this-I’m focusing on ASOIAF/GoT because the premiere is coming up, but it’s going to be more my policy from now on. I also may not get to all the ones I want to, but I’ll work at it:)

NB2: Ship who thou wilt shall be the whole of the law!

[goldandbeloved]

JaimexSansa also gettin’ married. Or they are cold. Or both

. (Dolls by ThreeHills88 AT GMAIL DOT COM and ThreeHills on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/users/ThreeHills/pseuds/ThreeHills ) She’s known for doing SanSan, but she turns out gorgeous Lannisters (and little cubs).

NB: Dolls are solid color, my light is wonky.