Comment fic meme

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Some members liked the idea of having a kink meme/comment fic meme on got_exchange, especially since the other ASOIAF/GoT kink memes are fairly dead at the moment. (It's only posted on the mod account journal because I don't want anonymous comments on the exchange comm.)

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Someone Must Protect You, 1/8

[just_a_dram]

Rating: M for sexual content
Set: post series, book verse

Sansa listens closely as the thunder of battle roars in the distance outside of the tent. She listens, hoping that the sounds will give her some clue as to how their side fares, but truly, she has no doubt of their ultimate victory. They have Daenerys Stormborn’s dragons-those awful beasts, who just seem wrong to her, and surely nothing can overcome their fire. Fire does terrible things to people. She has seen it, she knows.

But Jon has reminded her more than once that the wights who stalk the land, made to walk by the Others who set their eyes aglow, can be destroyed by fire. So, fire can’t be all bad. Still, she doesn’t understand the motherly affection Daenerys shows those fiery beasts and she suspects she never will. Even if they should manage to save them all from the creatures beyond the wall.

She suspects Jon could do just as well in battle without them, but she does not say this in his company. He might take it as a slight against his new blood-blood of the dragon-just as she once slighted him as being bastard born, not fully Stark. She would give anything for him just to be her brother again, not one of the three heads of the dragon. Jaime Lannister brought her to him, as he had promised, and if Jon wasn’t a Targaryen, they could have rebuilt Winterfell together and let others worry about thrones. They could have tended the memories of those they had lost and rewarded those who remained loyal, but instead, Jon wages war alongside his Targaryen kin, and she, unwilling to be parted from her remaining family, hovers just beyond the battlefield, waiting.

She hates the game of thrones. She hates it because it has stripped her of nearly everyone she loved, and she hates it because Littlefinger made her so very skilled at it. Sometimes she catches herself silently plotting in her mind how she might take the confidence the new queen has in her and use it against her, because she believes she might have the skill to do it, having been so carefully taught, so carefully groomed. But, Sansa does not want to be queen, she hates the very thought of that Iron Throne. So, she stops herself, pinching the back of her hand until the thoughts dissipate, along with the sound of Petyr’s voice in her head and his breath on her neck.

She is rather skilled in obfuscation, but in this moment she wishes she had been trained in the art of swordplay, like her grubby little sister. Then she might rush down into battle and fight alongside those she cares about. It’s a silly wish, she knows, for Jon will return unburnt. Fire cannot burn a dragon. But Jaime. Jaime Lannister might never return. Dragons are difficult to control. Unleashed on a battlefield, they can burn their own as easily as the enemy, and Daenerys is already wary of the man who killed her father. Even if by now she had been told of the Mad King’s proclivities. Jaime only survives, because of Tyrion.

It need not even be dragon fire. Jaime lost his sword hand, leaving him at best half the knight he once was. He practices, sharpens his skill, and does his best to hide the deterioration of his abilities, but Sansa knows he is not what he once was. She witnessed firsthand how desperately he fights-without any elegance or finesse-when he saved her on their trip north, fulfilling the promise he made first to her mother and then to her, I will take you home.

And he does not believe in this fight. He is just as apathetic about the outcome as she is. He only fights to stay in the good graces of his brother. She worries that if he doesn’t truly believe, he must have something else motivating him to fight to win.

Living would be fair motivation, but sometimes Sansa doubts whether Jaime truly believes that he should be alive. That he should have outlived his sister, their children, or even Brienne. That he deserves it.