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S4, M3, un'altra volta; asoiaf, jaime/brienne (witcher fusion), pg13
( M3, capitoli: un'altra volta )
S4, M3, un'altra volta; asoiaf, jaime/brienne (witcher fusion), pg13
( M3, capitoli: un'altra volta )
cowt 13 S3 M2: father davos (asoiaf, stannis/davos, jaime/brienne, robb/theon etc), pg13, prompt 2 (chiesa + vetrata a piombo), 9230 parole
( M2: chiesa + vetrata a piombo )
( M2: chiesa + vetrata a piombo )
it's the end of the world as we know it (a song of ice and fire, jaime/brienne, pg13)
( M1: un rifugio alla fine del mondo )
( M1: un rifugio alla fine del mondo )
it's time to leave this town, it's time to steal away (geralt/jaskier, the witcher, pg13)
( M3: road trip )
( M3: road trip )
( 1. I am weak, my love (the witcher, jaskier/geralt, pg, 100 words) )
He knows he should be angry, that he should give the man a piece of his mind, he rehearsed this conversation in his head so many times he's gotten sick of finding variations on the theme -
Yet here the asshole is, in front of him, with his stupid hair and pretty eyes and looking at him like he has fucking missed him, damn it all -
"Fuck it," Jaskier says, pulls him into his arms -
And Geralt goes.
He won't stay angry for long.
( 2. escape routes (asoiaf, sandor/sansa, pg, 200 words) )
"Little bird," he rasps, "long time no see."
Oh.
She hadn't expected him to have come, too, but when Lady Brienne told her they'd send a different escort tonight so she could slip out of her room... she might have hoped, and then told herself there was no way. Everyone knew -
"They said you were dead," she whispers, standing up and taking the dark cloak he's handing her.
"The Hound might be," he says, and he sounds... calmer, happier than he used to in King's Landing. "And he has a few apologies for you, but I think we should leave here first. I don't know how long Brienne and bloody Lannister can distract everyone else so you can sneak out."
Sansa nods, once. "I - I'm glad you're alive, ser," she whispers, letting him grasp her hand as he leads the way out of the room. "Truly."
"Didn't think I'd be once, and yet," he mutters, a hand on his sword, as they walk swiftly through the corridor. "Also, that dark hair doesn't suit you for shit."
She laughs, and realizes he didn't correct her when she called him ser.
( 3. of important errands and council meetings (got, tyrion/bronn, r, 200 words) )
“He - had an errand I tasked him with,” Tyrion says, hoping that none of the others will look under the table.
It's not his fucking fault if Bronn was early to the council meeting, decided to fuck there in the middle of the room and Tyrion was too weak to say no and then it got too long and Brienne was knocking at the door.
"An errand," Brienne says. She's looking at him like she knows it's not a normal errand.
Considering that Bronn's currently under the table, his mouth around Tyrion's dick and moving his damned tongue around, yes, it's not a fucking normal errand.
"Of uttermost urgency," Tyrion wheezes. "Should we go on with this meeting?" He wishes he could kick Bronn some so he just stays still instead of sucking him off, and yet.
"My lords, my lady," Sam Tarly says, thankfully, "there are a few things we should be already discussing, so - Lord Tyrion can tell Lord Bronn after, right?"
"Absolutely," Tyrion says, and he can feel Bronn grinning around his dick.
This will be a fucking long meeting.
( 5. too soon, or not enough (asoiaf, jon/ygritte, death cw, 200 words, pg) )
"I expected you later."
Jon, who hadn't expecting to hear any voice after closing his eyes, opens them again at once.
"I didn't expect you at all," he whispers, looking at Ygritte, her hair as fiery red as it was the day she died. "There was nothing the first time around."
"You weren't supposed to stick around then," Ygritte sighs. "And while walking into the forest and just letting yourself die is as dramatic as I would have expected from you, Jon Snow, I'd have thought you'd have more sense."
"For what? I was tired. I did what I had to. Everyone decided I was born to solve their issues, I never wanted a kingdom. I fixed what I could, I was done and if I had to die I'd have rather done it where I grew up."
"Of course you'd have," she smiles, a hand going to his cheek. "Still, I'd have wanted to wait for you a while longer, sweet. But never mind that. Ready to go? There's others waiting."
It's more than he had hoped for.
"Lead the way," he says, and covers her hand with his.
( 6. housing problems (asoiaf, jaime & brienne + others, pg, 200 words) )
"My basement is flooded and this building owes me -"
"Mr. Baelish, if you don't open it for us to assess the situation..."
"I lost the keys!"
"I am," Brienne mutters at Jaime, "going to murder Baelish. Help me hide the body."
"How fucking long have we been here?" Jaime groans. "It's ten PM. I want to sleep. I don't miss the mansion but fuck, I miss that we didn't need to do this."
Brienne can see why. She hates tenants' meetings. She does. And if the poor administrator, Mr. Selmy, doesn't murder Baelish out of rage she will only have admiration for him.
"Then we're at an impasse."
"Oh, but you won't fine Sandor Clegane for ruining my ceiling?"
"That water infiltration was not from Clegane's apartment," Selmy groans.
"I never ruined your ceiling," the man replies, and when his bulldog growls Baelish does slow down a bit, but -
"You can't just leave me to pay for that flooding!"
"Not until you give us some proof," Barristan insists.
Jaime hands her a beer bottle. "Snuck it in. Shall we?"
"Yes," she says, and takes a long, long drink.
Fuck this noise.
( 7. succession (asoiaf, jaime & tyrion, pg, 200 words) )
"You're nodding off."
Jaime groans as Tyrion kicks him under the table. Hard. He has no right to kick this hard. Why did he? He did want to sleep, damn it.
"This is boring, okay? I don't understand anything anyway, why should -"
"Because if we want to turn this company into something ethical you have to convince them to be CEO because they won't want me, and the alternative is Cersei. Do we want to let them unionize or not?"
"Right," Jaime sighs, and closes his phone. He'll send Brienne that meme later. "Just pass me the Cliff notes."
Tyrion hands him memo sheet.
Well then. He braces himself and sets himself to pay attention to this nonsense for the next hour or so. The moment they elect him, he's so letting Tyrion handle everything and he's only doing PR, but his brother's right and he doesn't want this company to be the complete nonethical mess it has been until now, so.
He sits back, puts on his best grin and pretends he's actually following.
It's only a week to the voting, after all. He can do this. He can.
( 8. Oxenfurt's best duo (the witcher, geralt + jaskier + ciri + essi daven, pg, 200 words) )
They do play quite beautifully. Geralt will admit it even if he's never been one to fuel Jaskier's ego, but this friend Essi of his really is good and deserves the praise. When they joked about having a reunion on stage of Oxenfurt's best duo, he thought they were exaggerating.
Instead their voices harmonize together so well, and they're choosing songs that suit them perfectly, and they play off each other like they've done it for years and maybe they have, in Oxenfurt, and he should probably just let himself say things and learn to fuel Jaskier's ego, too, he is a good musician and he's had too many harsh words for him.
"I read a book with her songs once," Ciri whispers, "she's so good. But together they're just... amazing, aren't they?"
"They are," Geralt nods, unable to tear his eyes from the stage where those two are this close to tear their lutes' strings apart or something, and -
He has no idea how they were in university, but it's a reunion he's really glad he's here to see. He'll tell them later.
He will.
