May 22, 2015
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Give me more bisexual Ygritte headcanons please?
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)
The Queen’s Doll
by GoldandBeloved
A Gift for three-hills
It’s hard for Cersei to pick up a doll, but she does.
Her solar looks very strange with these tiny little people; ladies in bright dresses, knights in knitted mail with felt shields, pets of velveteen greyhounds, brocade kittens, wolves of grey wool with bright black eyes and tiny flowers round their necks.
There’s never been a dollmaker in her sanctuary before.
Moving slowly so her hands don’t shake, she turns over a court lady in her hands, smooths the saffron satin of her Dornish dress, traces her gold crocheted headpiece with a fingertip, tries patting her on the head.
Cersei feels confused, frustrated, but picks up another, looking carefully.
She’s never been one for dolls. Even as a little girl she took Jaime’s soldiers, made flanks and formations and battalions, both whispering to each other in their own secret words as their red-and-gold painted forces marched, took hills made out of pillows, held prisoners made of blackberries filched from the kitchens.
The prisoners were delicious. The twins would hold each other tightly and fall asleep in the sunlight, surrounded by the gleeful wreckage of their battles, faces smeared purple with sweetness, wooden men at their feet and sides, lulled to rest by the sound of the sea.
(A thought comes to her unbidden. Two lion cubs with onyx beads for eyes, so soft and tawny she used to rub them against her cheek just to feel their fur, a white pony with real horsehair for a tail, rough, still with a tiny scent of straw and one doll. Golden hair, warm smile, a necklace of real rough tiny emeralds, dress of warm gold silk who smelled like
Stop.)
On That Day-That Day which she won’t even name--she doesn’t even fully remember it. The servants do. Jaime does. The tiny Lioness of the Rock, her face white, set in rage and sadness without a single tear (though Jaime wept inconsolably) silently filled her arms and made the long walk to the great hall twice, so long that her legs hurt.
Lannisters don’t cry.
Every toy with eyes she fed to the fire, her teeth clenched tight, her fists balled, her heart a lump of frozen blood. When it came to the doll, she thought of the crypt below and the stupid ugly crying horrible thing upstairs-- and tore and ripped, scattering the tiny emeralds to the floor, flinging the shreds into the fire.
Jaime howled for the cubs and she hit him.
Everyone stared. The servants shivered, some of the housemaids already weeping silently with red-rimmed eyes. Ser Illyn tried to put out a hand but Cersei walked away. Silent.
“Dolls are for idiot girls. Stupid girls.” she told her father. She waited for a nod, a look,a gesture. She’s not a stupid girl. She sees that.
He gave her bolts of cloth and dresses anyway.
She never had another doll.
It’s hard for her to hold them, look at their tiny shoes and warm embroidered eyes and she needs to take a sip of wine to do it.
The dollmaker has warm eyes too,hazel flickering with green and back again, like they’re spun from the same shimmering floss she uses for her own toys. Her hair is pale as birch-bark, shines like silk ribbons , her body curved, her smile gentle and sweet. She’s patient and sips her cup of tea while the Queen looks at the dolls, touches, turns them over.
Cersei grits her teeth. This is something that girls like. She’s never had one made before-had others choose them so she could give and not have to look or touch, but nothing like this.
The dollmaker is quiet, listens, watches.
“Can they be held?” the Queen asks the dollmaker. “Will they break?”
“They will not break, your Grace.” she says, inhaling the warm breath of mint and nettle from her tea. “My children play with them all the time. They’ll stand up to anything.”
The Queen unclenches her hand, the marks of her fingernails like tiny red moons on her palm as she puts a small bag on the table. “Put this in there.” The dollmaker picks it up, inhales the scent, fine-ground dried sweet, sharp lavender from the Red Keep’s kitchen gardens mixed with a precious sprinkle of lavender buds from the garden at the Rock. “How lovely, your Grace. Of course.”
“This. This. This.” Cersei points at red silk, thick gold braid, wine velvet, hair bright as a chest of coins. “Myrish lace. For the smallclothes. Rough rubies. For the necklace.” Cersei keeps her voice from shaking, keeps her glance firm and steady. “Hair. Like this.” Cersei turns her head to show the braids holding her own loose hair in place, keeping back the waves of gold. The dollmaker nods, pins fabric and trim together, shows the Queen how they will look for the dress.
“Very good, your Grace.” The dollmaker thanks her for the tea, packs her case to leave, looks gently at the Queen. “She’s going to be beautiful. She must be for someone very special.”
The tiniest of smiles flickers across Cersei’s face. “It is.”
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Her little dove’s been reading to her, her voice rising and falling softly against the crackle of the flames in the fireplace, Cersei lulled and sweet from it, feeling her rough edges smooth, blur sweetly from the poems and the honey wine. She gives Sansa sips now and then as she reads, feeling her girl relax against her, Sansa’s hair ruby silk on her Lady’s knee. It’s a sweet quiet, soft voice, soft noises from the fire, soft beautiful hair under her fingers. Cersei damns gods and men that she’ll be in the Riverlands for a wretched week of damp, the stench of mold and false smiles instead of here with her girl. She sighs, stroking Sansa’s cheek tenderly--such a devoted cub, so much love, like an endless fountain. Cersei can drink till she’s no longer thirsty, because there will always be more. Compassion is bottomless. Cersei thinks with a smirk that she doesn’t mind her girl bottomless either. But not right now.
Cersei reaches behind the chair. “For my good girl.” she murmurs, handing her a bundle wrapped in lilac silk, tied with red and gold silk ribbons, brief worry that she’s guessed wrong, that Sansa’s too old, that...
Sansa smiles up. “Thank you, your Grace.” her face luminous as she presses a kiss to her Lady’s knee then unties and unwraps slowly.
Cersei knows that’s how her girl does it. The wrapping doesn’t last a minute when Cersei gets a gift and she tries not to grit her teeth as her little dove patiently unwraps and folds each bit of silk, rolls the ribbons as she reaches the final layer.
Cersei’s face would never show it, but her stomach’s churning.
Sansa’s eyes are huge and blue as she unwraps the last bit of cloth. “My Lady...!”
Sansa’s already curled her arm protectively around the doll. She’s magnificent. Sansa turns her around to look at the full crimson silk of the gown, caress the velvet cloak embroidered with perfect, fierce rampant lions, drops the hood to see the cascade of golden hair with tiny braids. Cersei watches her girl as Sansa does the things Cersei never would, runs her fingers through each golden strand, feels the soft cloth of the hands and feet and tiny satin shoes, flips up the skirt to gasp at the Myrish lace beneath.
Cersei chuckles. “Well, you didn’t go right for that. Naughty cub. Don’t think you can dive under my skirts now.” Sansa laughs, holding the doll to her breast, breathing in deeply, eyes closed to inhale the scent. Cersei takes a deep breath. “For when I’m not here.” Cersei says slowly, firmly so her voice won’t shake, her stomach won’t roll. “You can hold i-her. Her.” She brushes her long, strong fingers over Sansa’s forehead, looks down at her smile.
“Because sometimes you’re my little girl. And I don’t want to leave you.” Cersei’s voice trembles the tiniest bit as Sansa traces the doll’s face.
The stitched half-smile is regal with something delicate, intangible, something that no one hearing the name Cersei Lannister would consider. Looking at the doll, Cersei sees herself for a moment as Sansa does--a fierce Queen from a story, red and gold and splendid, never to be conquered, but can still be held. Loved. The face--Cersei knows it’s how she must have looked when she told the dollmaker it was for someone special.
Sansa’s face is radiant and Cersei knows she’s gotten it right, that her girl needs jewels and dresses but sometimes...well, she wouldn’t want soldiers. They wouldn’t make her feel safe and loved. Cersei scoops her girl up into her lap, nuzzles her, nips at her ear. “My cub.” She squeezes Sansa’s hand three times.
Sansa lifts her lips for a kiss. “I love you, your Grace.”
Cersei kisses her back, the doll pressed between them, soft scent of lavender as she feels Sansa’s fingers tangle in her own golden hair, takes her girl’s hand down, squeezes it three times again, hard.
Sansa’s flushed when they break the kiss. “I leave in the morning.” Cersei whispers. “Come with me, little dove.” Sansa gently places her tiny Queen on the table, propping her by the book so that her crimson skirts flare out, beautiful.
Afterwards, Sansa rubs her russet head against her Lady’s golden one, both of them nuzzling, taking in the other’s breath. Sansa then curls round in bed, whispers “Goodnight, your Grace. I love you.” smiles as she feels the three squeezes from her Queen’s cool hand. Cersei wraps her arms around her girl, whispering “Mine.” into the darkness, feels Sansa nod yes and then her cub’s asleep.
As the Lioness Queen lets sleep overtake her there’s a moment where she sees herself as if from above, in her bed, body curved like a half-moon, gold hair spilling over the pillow, holding a soft warm girl; long garnet hair, a gold chain around the neck, delicate lashes brushing her porcelain cheeks, the love keeping her safe against the darkness. Here nothing can hurt her.
Cersei thinks she has her doll now, the most precious one in the Seven Kingdoms. Their breath in the darkness is a warm, sweet song. Cersei’s dreams for once are peaceful.
Note: This piece is especially for three-hills whose exquisite dolls inspired it; she made me a stunning Cersei, Jaime and Sansa whom I love with all my heart. Thank you, darling!(If you are looking for ASOIAF or other beautiful dolls, she's ThreeHills88 at Gmail dot com. Perfection.)Photo here: http://goldandbeloved.tumblr.com/post/115087341772/lady-ser-and-cub-note-her-cloak-are-all
(Much like "Uncanny" this is in the same universe as _The Wolf-Girl Who Longed for the Sun_ --and can take place nowhere in them or everywhere in them.)
Lady, Ser and Cub (note her cloak!) are all tired out. Awww. OT3.
(also this is just about their skin tones-note solid.)
Dolls are by ThreeHills (Buy from her! ThreeHills88 AT GMAIL DOT COM and ThreeHills on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/users/ThreeHills/pseuds/ThreeHills ) She’s known for doing SanSan, but she made me the most gorgeous Ser, Lady and Cub. Mwah!
Now, permutation ship pictures-CerseixSansa (gettin’ married).. (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: The dolls are a solid color, closest to Sansa’s-my light was/is wonky.
#serandcubwouldsogotofolsomstreetfair
Turned on and inspired by my own hashtag. All I can think of is Ser in a chest harness and Cub in a red and gold one with little leather shorts-and oh the boot possibilities. Oh, yeah.
(This is one of those times I wish I could draw.)
Closer look at ChaosLindsay's awesome Sansa and Cersei. Mwah!