Just completed the first fic, a quietly clenched fist, in a new stormhedge yuri rule63!AU I'm writing. Currently unrequited Lyonel/Dunk but we'll get there in later installments in the series. This first fic tells a version of the first season/novella where Dunk, Lyonel, Raymun, and Baelor are women.
Chapter One:
For a single, absurd moment the bald boy's mouth started to form the words ‘my lady’ like some strange high-brow lordling until he looked at her again — her stinking clothes grey-brown with mud and not exactly colourful to begin with — and reconsidered. He went with the much more simple and much more accurate option of calling her nothing at all.
Chapter Two
It was hard to recall what really happened. When she tried to remember it, it was like a story she was telling herself. A maiden — kind, sweet Tanselle — and a villain. Something white hot ran through Dunk and she forgot entirely to be afraid. Fists against flesh. Her teeth in a man's arm. Scrappy movements and screaming and three men holding her down and the foul face of a pitiable man sneering at her and noise outside the tent and Egg, her little Egg, yelling, “Brother!”
