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longclawshilt · 8 months
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Rating asoiaf characters based on how likely they are to use pocket sand:
Jon Snow - my hot take is that people are very delusional and wrong about Jon. It’s not that he’s too “honorable” or “good” to use pocket sand in a fight coz he’s definitely not above using dirty tricks. But you gotta ask, which Jon is it? Agot-acok!Jon is def not using pocket sand because he thinks it’s dishonorable and a coward’s weapon. Asos!Jon is 8/10 gonna use pocket sand because fuq honor. Adwd and beyond!Jon is 0/10….he’s got something far more devious in his pockets - broken shards of glass.
Dany - yeah she’s using it, 7/10. She’s a smart girl. Like her actions in Astapor and Meereen show that she’s not above using dirty tricks to get ahead. Now how much pocket sand is she willing to use and against who? That’s the question…I can see her hesitating if her opponent is a small child.
Arya - for sure using pocket sand 10/10. There’s no denying it. She’s actually studied which types of sand are the best suited for different situations. But she’s quick enough that people don’t know what happened until she’s far away.
Bran - he doesn’t even know what pocket sand is so 0/10
Sansa - she knows what pocket sand is but she’s usually not willing to use it because it gets her clothes and hands dirty. If she’s really pushed…maybe? 2/10 but she’d gladly watch someone else do it
Robb - oh 20/10 using it no doubt. He’s been pushing Jon to get on the pocket sand trend for years to no avail
Theon - went with Robb to the pocket sand factory for a boys’ date out. 20/10 using it and with RELISH
Ned Stark - knows what pocket sand is, is unwilling to use it himself, but will turn the other way when he sees his buddy whip it out 0/10
Cat - yeah she’s using it, I’m not willing to debate over this 10/10
Davos - um yeah 10/10 using it….look sometimes you have to use all the tools available to you to survive
Jaime - trick question because which Jaime? Pre-hand chop Jaime? Won’t use it on principle. It’s cowardly and stupid. Post-hand chop Jaime? Yeah….he’s using it because he has to so 8/10
Brienne - look she doesn’t want to use it, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do 6/10
Pod - *confused* “why would anyone carry sand in their pockets to a fight?” 0/10
Howland Reed - was actually the one who invented the best sand for it and is mass producing it. Probably used it to defeat Arthur Dayne 100/10
Meera - come on, she’s swamp person and howland’s kid so 20/10 using pocket sand
Bronn - involved in an MLM to sell pocket sand 100/10
Tyrion - the one who founded the MLM and recruited Bronn so 200/10
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stormborns · 8 months
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GAME OF THRONES 1.08, The Pointy End
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tomcriuse · 4 months
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Game of Thrones 2.08 'The Prince of Winterfell'
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catofoldstones · 29 days
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I hope Bronn dies in a freak accident and Lollys gets all her inheritance that is due to her after so much grief, violence, and loss.
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alicent-targaryen · 8 months
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TYRION + BRONN
@gameofthronesdaily​ Event 03: Friendship
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ohmy-zabrak · 2 months
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🌙 Have this part of my wip because we need more silly Hound content 🌙
"Oh, have a cock do you?" The Hound snorts.
"I do, it's massive. Bigger than your's even."
To Bronn and Tyrion's surprise...the Hound giggles. "Let's see it then."
The sound of rustling blankets through the wall.
"No, he's shy," Lady Alice says. "Knock it off, you're scaring him!" She giggles.
The sounds of wrestling.
"There's no cock here-"
Alice yelps but it turns into a moan.
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reevesdriver · 1 year
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Spilled Wine (NSFW)
Word count: 2756
Character(s): Bronn of the Blackwater
Reader: Female Lannister reader
Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Eventual Smut / Age Gap (Reader is of age) / Oral Sex (M & F Receiving) / Drinking / Vulgar Language
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(AN: I literally cannot find that many Bronn fics so I decided fuck it I'll write my own. Also I can’t remember exactly how it all went when Tyrion made it back to kings landing, cause I watched that ages ago, so just ignore any mistakes in the plot 😂)
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News of Tyrions arrival back at Kings Landing was music to your ears, you’d spent more than enough time trying to converse with your older sister Cersei but it wasn't the same. The banter you had with your younger brother Tyrion was far more interesting than whatever twisted drama Cersei had to offer.
You got on with Cersei yes but when you heard Tyrions voice passing by your door as your Handmaiden helped you get ready for a great feast at his return you couldn't help but grin and hold back your urge to rush just to go and see him. When you were dressed you dismissed your handmaiden and quickly headed to the hall with your assigned guard in toe to try and catch up to your brother before he was bombarded by the rest of your family and friends.
As you enter the room you see a small crowd of knights stood with your brother, along with a man you’d never seen before. Quickly approaching the youngest Lannister you clear your throat. “How rude of you to pass by my chambers without saying hello little brother.”
“Ah here she is, this beautiful creature is my older sister. Lady Y/N.” Tyrion says making you roll your eyes.
“Oh Tyrion how I’ve missed your compliments.” You say with a smile. 
“I’m sure you have sister. Let me introduce you to this handsome man. This is Bronn of the Blackwater, he is the one who helped me on my travels.” Tyrion says motioning to the dark haired man who was currently eyeing you up and down as though you were some rare creature.
“Well Bronn, I’d like to thank you for bringing my brother home safely. Though I'm sure his endless talking made you want to throw him out of a window.”
“Aye my Lady, it had its ups and downs. Though it’s nice to see his tales of your beauty are true.” He replies and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks turning them a nice shade of red.
“Well my brother may be a liar at times and spin a false tale or two but I’m glad to look as you expected.”
“If you two don’t mind.” Tyrion interrupts. “I am starving and in need of some food and wine to fill my belly.”
“Of course brother, will you be joining us Bronn?”
“Aye, I could do with a drink.”
Instead of sitting at the main table with you and the rest of his family Tyrion sat amongst the crowd of knights with Bronn at his side. The pair shared tales of their travel to anyone who would listen whilst drinking and eating though Bronns chatter seemed to falter here and there as though he was distracted.
Tyrion looked to his new friend when he drifted off mid reply to some trivial question and gave a knowing smirk at the sight of the Sellsword gazing over to you. He knew that after the countless stories he’d shared about his older siblings Bronn would most definitely be eager to see you in person.
“You like her.” Tyrion said nudging Bronn almost making him spill his wine.
“She’s nice.” Bronn replies quickly.
“Nice enough to bed?”
“She’s your sister.” Bronn replies sharply. “And a lady. Doesn't she have some rich lord waiting for her hand in marriage?”
“That normally wouldn't stop you.” Tyrion said with a laugh then continued. “She was intended to be wed, though her future husband was killed in a battle so now she waits until our father finds her a new suitor. I’m sure she won't mind having her bed warmed for the night by the man who brought her beloved little brother home safely.”
Bronn laughed nervously and downed his wine before signalling for the cup-bearer to fill it up again. Throughout the night Bronn watched from his seat next to Tyrion as you ate, drank and then stood and chatted to your Handmaiden and some of your friends at the back of the room.
“It’s getting late, why don’t you escort my sister back to her chambers? I’m sure she could do with being rescued from the other lords in the room.”
“If that’s what my lord wishes.” Bronn finishes his drink and stands from the table which he has to hold onto momentarily as all the wine he’d drank hits him. When Bronn walked towards you and your friends he looked around nervously when he saw the small group of women looking to him before they muttered something to you. “My lady-” Bronn began as he approached you but when you turned and your eyes met his you grinned and interrupted him.
“Oh Bronn, come dance with me. I’m tired of hideous lords wanting to spin me round the room.” You say and refuse to wait for an answer. Instead you take hold of one of Bronns calloused hands and drag him through the crowd to the centre of the room and pull him towards you as you hold his hand and rest your other on his ribs.
The rhythm is uplifting and you can’t help but giggle as Bronn fumbles to keep up with you. “My lady. Your brother has asked that I escort you back to your chambers.” Bronn says when he finally finds his footing and dances with you in time to the music. His hand is holding yours tightly whilst his other is resting on your waist.
“Is that so?” You ask with a slight slur and quickly shift your gaze to your little brother who smirks and winks at you before downing the rest of the wine in his mug.
“Yes m’lady, he said to rescue you from the stuck-up cunt lords trying to ask you to dance.” He says in annoyance making you laugh at his choice of words.
“I assume some of those are your own words and not my brothers.” You say and he shrugs. When the song finishes and switches to that of a slower rhythm you stop dancing. “Escort me back to my chambers then. If my brother commands it.”
Bronn immediately turns and releases your hand allowing you to slip your arm around his and hold his bicep as he walks you through the crowd of lords and ladies that littered the room. You slipped out of the room, managing to avoid the prying eyes of your sister and her children, and walk down the corridor away from the loud music and chattering.
You walked with Bronn in silence down the corridor and further away from the celebration. The night air hits you both as you pass by the open windows of the corridor. “You’re a quiet one aren't you.” You say breaking the silence as you near your chambers.
“I’m a better listener than a talker.”
“A good quality for a man, I can’t tell you the amount of times I've been approached by lords who can never shut the fuck up.” You say and Bronn laughs.
“I imagine it’s more times than you can remember.”
“Most likely yes. All part of being an unmarried woman I suppose.” You sigh as you reply though Bronn does not add a comment. Soon you were standing outside of your chambers and looking up to the taller man as you relate your arm from around his. “Would you like to come in for a drink, as a thank you for returning my brother back in one piece? I think you deserve to try a more expensive wine than that served at the feast.”
“If that would please you m’lady then I will share a drink with you.”
Opening your door you step inside and head over to your table where a fresh jug of wine sits in the centre along with some goblets and lit candles to decorate. Bronn sits down at the table opposite you and watches with intense eyes as you pour two cups of wine and slide one over to him before taking a sip from your own.
“What do you make of it?” You ask watching as Bronn takes sip after sip of the liquid.
He gulps down the rest of it and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before putting the cup down on the hard surface of the table. “It’s the best wine I've ever tasted.”
“I’m glad you like it. Care for some more?” You ask taking the jug into your hands as you re-fill your cup. Bronn nods and watches as you move around the table towards him, bending at the waist ever so slightly to pour the expensive liquid into his cup. Your breasts threaten to spill from the top of your dress and Bronn can feel his breaches growing tighter as he blatantly stares at your chest.
“See something you like?” You ask when you catch Bronn staring. His eyes don’t move from your chest as you expected that they would, if it had been anyone else they would be fighting to look anywhere but your exposed skin but Bronn continued to keep his gaze fixed on the area at the top of your dress.
“Aye, I see two things I like.” His eyes flick up to your face and he smirks before taking a sip from his cup.
You place the jug on the table and swallow down a mouthful of wine before putting your cup down and moving over to the Sellsword. Bronn watches with eager eyes as you lift your dress up to straddle his thighs and plant yourself on his lap with your chest directly in his face. His hands quickly move to your waist whilst your own wrap around the back of his neck. You can feel the twitch of his cock pressing through his trousers and against your pussy.
“You’re a bold lady aren't you?” He questions making you smirk as his blue eyes look up to catch yours.
“I’m a lady who knows what she wants.” You say and before he can reply you press your lips against his. Bronn grabs your ass and pulls you closer against his body as he stands and slams you down onto the table, the force causing the jug and cups to fall and shatter on the floor below. “That was expensive wine.” You complain after hearing the pottery breaking and rich wine spilling onto the concrete.
“Fuck the wine you can buy more, there’s something else I'd rather taste anyway.” Tugging your dress and under-garments up Bronn pushes you down onto the table and kisses the insides of your thighs that are now hooked over his shoulders before diving his tongue between your labia. The Sellsword works his tongue like magic, licking and sucking exactly how you like it which has you clawing and arching against the table as you cum.
Giving a rough tug to his hair you pull him away from your privates and jump off the edge of the table to kiss him, your juices were coating his lips and dampened his facial hair and the thought that your scent would be embedded in his moustache for days drove him mad. Bronn unsheathes one of his knives from his belt and turns you around so he can slice the intricate lacing on the back of your dress. The sharp blade cuts through the knots with ease and the tip of the blade delicately grazes your back until Bronn returns his knife to its holster.
Turning back around you kiss Bronn again and the pair of you fight to undress one another whilst crossing the room to your bed. You can hear the ripping of fabric as he tears the dress from your body before pulling his own shirt over his head whilst you unlace his breaches to free his cock. Pulling away from his lips you quickly drop to your knees despite Bronns grip trying to stop you. “A lady shouldn’t be kneeling for a Sellsword.” He says with panted breaths.
“A lady can kneel for whoever she pleases.” You reply with a smirk as you unlace his trousers and free his cock.
Bronn looks down at you as you take his cock into your hand and begin to stroke it until it’s standing fully erect. Gathering saliva in your mouth you wrap your lips around the tip and suck it making Bronn groan and push a hand through your hair. The girth of his cock makes your mouth ache as you stretch your lips around the shaft to accommodate him. 
“Never had a noble lady on her knees for me before. Think I can get used to this.” He sighs with a lazy smile as he watches you with hooded eyes whilst you suck his cock. When Bronn is close to cumming he begrudgingly drags you up from your kneeling position and throws you onto the bed against your pillows with little to no effort. You lay with closed legs watching him as he removes his boots and trousers to join you in the centre of the bed.
Bronn kisses one of your knees and slowly pushes his hands between your legs, opening them just enough so he can kiss his way up to your thighs until he reaches your pussy again. “Best cunt I've ever tasted, better than any wine I've ever tasted too.” He says between lapping deep strokes against your clit with his tongue.
You moan as he sucks your clit causing jolts of pleasure to hit you. “Come here.” You say grabbing at his sculpted arms and Bronn happily moves to kiss you once more as he hovers over you. His dick is thick and dripping with pre-cum as he grinds it between your folds and against your clit. “I take it you’re not a maiden.” He says taking ahold of his cock and tucking it at your entrance.
“Unfortunately no, though I hope that’s not off-putting.”
“Never, means I don’t have to be gentle with you.” He pushes into you, the stretch his cock gives makes you fight back a scream of pleasure. He continues pushing into you until his cock is fully sheathed in-between your sopping walls though before you have time to adjust he begins pounding into you.
“F-Fuck.” You stutter as you dig your nails into his back making him grunt. Bronn watches with pride at how your face contorts with pleasure while he hammers into you at a brutal pace. His hips slam against your body and he reaches a hand up to hold your face and kiss you whilst his other is braced at the side of your head to keep him from collapsing on you.
“You ever been fucked like this before?” He asks whilst pressing his forehead against yours.
“No, never.” You moan. “Best fuck I've ever had.” Your blissful smile makes Bronn smirk with confidence and soon he has you cumming around his cock. Your walls constrict around him and he knows he has to fight the urge to pump his cum in you. Instead Bronn opts to pull out and plaster your belly and tits with thick white ropes of his seed.
With a moan and a grunt Bronn jerks his cock until it’s drained. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to your lips where he eagerly kisses you as he had done before. “Let me get a cloth m’lady. Can’t be leaving you in this state can we.” He says and moves from on top of you to go to your attaches washroom and retrieve a damp cloth.
Bronn takes his time wiping his seed from your body as well as delicately cleaning between your legs before wiping himself and returning the cloth to the other room. When he re-enters he sees that you’ve turned onto your side and pulled the covers over your naked body. He crosses the room and leans over to kiss you once more. “Goodnight Bronn, thank you again for saving my brother.” You say softly, voice clearly full of exhaustion.
“Goodnight m’lady.” He smiles, revelling in the fact that he knows you’re going to be struggling to walk in the morning. Bronn dresses quickly and leaves your chambers after peering out of the room and checking that the hallways were clear from any prying eyes. Unbeknownst to him Tyrion had been passing the end of the corridor when he saw the Sellsword leaving your chambers, he smirked at the sight of his friend closing your door and taking off in the opposite direction.
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alessiathepirate · 3 months
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Game of Thrones
A DECENT PRICE: Bronn x fem!reader
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Summary: She's the one talking to Bronn about going to Dorne instead of Jaime...
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.
Warning: swearing, mentioned killing
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She hated Lollys Stokeworth, yet she couldn't say why.
She was the same naive girl as every other she'd met, but she still hated her with great passion. She hated how close she was to Bronn and how shy she became when she noticed Jaime. She hated how cute her laugh was and she most definitely hated that Bronn called her every sweet nickname he could come up with.
But still, that wasn't the time she started to hate her. That was the first time they've met face to face, sure, but she disliked her long before that. She despised her the moment Bronn explained that Cersei had promised him Lollys' hand in marriage if he won't fight for Tyrion's innocence.
And that hurt. It hurt more than she wanted to admit it. Even if she let Tyrion go with Jaime's help, life back in the Red Keep wasn't the same. She couldn't do what she used to do, she didn't have Tyrion or Bronn for company anymore - she was so damn lonely.
Her sister took everyone from her; both her favourite sibling and her favourite sellsword, and she was sure she'd never be able to forgive her for that.
But she was there, back in Bronn's company, knowing he's pretty much the only one left who doesn't hate her brother for no reason at all. Only if Lollys would just go so they could talk...
She wondered if Bronn wanted the same. She wondered if he'd like the thing she wanted to offer him, she wondered if he'd accept it. And deep down, even if she brushed it aside, she wondered if he missed her like she missed him.
"Lollys, darlin' why don't you go and show Ser Jaime the castle. I'm sure he'd like it."
Maybe he missed her too.
Jaime looked at her, his eyes questioning what he should do, if he should stay instead. She nodded and her brother gave Lollys his healthy arm to hold onto.
After a while they were out of sight.
She looked at Bronn and he looked back at her, then he smirked like he always did.
"I see that the trousers are back."
She smiled.
"Father's gone, my sister's too busy being a cunt to scold me, so yes. The trousers are back."
"I'm sorry 'bout your father." he said as he turned around and then they started to walk along the coast. He didn't offer her his arm to hold onto and she was glad that despite being a knight and having new clothes, Bronn stayed the same.
"No, you're not." she said as she avoided his eyes. "Even I can't feel sorry for his death and I'm his daughter. I'm sure you didn't like him at all."
"I tolerated him. He was still an ass to you though."
"Tolerated..." she chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I tolerated him too. When he wasn't fucking us over. Me and Tyrion."
Bronn stopped and so did she. They were further away from the castle, she couldn't see Jaime or Lollys anywhere. They were alone. Completely alone, like back in the not-so-bad days.
"You let him go, didn't you? Tyrion." he looked at her like he always did when Tyrion let him accompany her wherever she went - he looked at her with confidence and curiousity, like he's sure what she'll say yet he still cares how she'll say it.
She nodded.
"Well, I'm happy he's not rotting in that cell anymore. Give him my regards when you see him."
"I'll give him our regards when I find him."
"You don't know where he is?"
"No. I have no idea. But I think it's better that way - for now. If I knew I'd be happy and Cersei would know I know where he is. I don't want her to find him. Hell, I don't want Jaime to find him." she confessed with a sad smile. "Gods, I always tell you fucking everything."
"It's part of my charm." Bronn teased and she chuckled. "So the Golden Boy didn't take it well? Tywin's death?"
"No. Not at all. He said he'd cut Tyrion in two if he found him - that's why I won't let that happen. Not him, not Cersei, not even the fucking Gods will find him." she took a deep breath as she did her best to calm down. "But that's not why we're here."
"Here we go, and here I thought you missed me."
She raised her eyebrow in disbelief.
"Of course I miss you! The Red Keep is boring without you around. Besides, now I have no one to drink with."
"I'm sure I could visit you from time to time."
Bronn smirked and so did she. They'd meet again, no matter how it will go, no matter what he'll say.
She grabbed the scroll she had in her - or rather Jaime's old jacket's pocket, and gave it to him with an apologetic, kind smile. She didn't like Lollys, that was a fact. But she cared about Bronn. And he'd never be heartbroken no matter what would happen, but she still wanted him to be happy - or pleased with himself at the very least.
Bronn took it and quickly read through it. She tried to look at anything else but him as he did so.
"Lollys will marry--" Bronn looked at her, she couldn't read his expression. Tyrion could read him well, but she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. "But your sister said--"
"My sister says a lot of things and it's a surprise she's still alive after all those lies." she explained. "Cersei won't give you a castle. She wouldn't give me a castle either. We were helping Tyrion and she doesn't like it at all."
Bronn kept his gaze on her and he seemed unreadable. Unreadable and completely calm. Sometimes she wondered what kind of adventures he had been through to be that calm and uncaring about certain things.
"That's not why you're here. There's somethin' else." he pointed out facts really well.
"I'll go to Dorne with Jaime. We'll bring Myrcella home and I'd- we'd like you to come as well."
They looked at each other without a single blink and it reminded her of the times when they were doing this in boredom in Tyrion's chambers, when he was still dealing with Joffrey's stupidity as Hand of the King. They'd compete to see who blinked first. Bronn always won no matter how much she cheated.
"You hate Cersei."
"I do."
"But you'll go to Dorne to find her daughter..."
"I don't hate Jaime."
Bronn tilted his head and raised one of his eyebrows as if he'd say 'you can't bullshit me'. She really couldn't.
"I don't hate Jaime that much."
"It's still not a good enough reason to go. And if it's not a good reason for you to go then I won't go either."
She tried to remain cold like all the Lannisters who were great liars. She was a great liar too, but Bronn was too good at sniffing her lies out.
"In Dorne I can finally lose Jaime. And when I'm out of his sight I can finally go and find Tyrion." she explained, her lower lip twitching slightly as she waited for his answer.
Please say yes.
"Well, that seems to be a good enough reason." Bronn changed his posture, his hand landed on the handle of his sword as his back straightened.
"So you'll come with me?"
"For a decent price."
She laughed as she took a step back, her mouth hurting from the movements. It's been a while since she laughed.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot. You are Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, you must have a very expensive price now."
"That's the world we live in."
She looked up at him with a smile, her cheeks slowly turning a shade of pink as she knew what she'll say. "Somehow I knew that's what you would say, so I already thought of a price."
He seemed intrigued, that much she could read from his expression.
"Really?"
"I paid you instead of Tyrion sometimes, of course I did!" she tried to act hurt, but failed miserably. Instead she just smiled.
"So what? You'll offer me a castle I won't get like your sister, or gold and silver like your brother?"
"I'll give you Casterly Rock." she said quickly, her mouth running dry.
She didn't think she would ever see Bronn surprised or confused for even a moment. But in those few seconds he looked like it, even if his face stayed completely calm, only his eyebrows raising slightly.
"Casterly Rock? Now that your father's gone you'll just give it away to a sellsword?"
"You're a knight now." she argued. "And I won't give it away. I'll keep it."
That looked like the very moment she broke her very best ex-sellsword. Bronn stayed completely still, even his fingers weren't tapping a rhythm on the handle of the sword.
"Jaime can't have Casterly Rock, he's Kingsguard." she began to explain quietly. "Tyrion can't have it either when everyone's looking for him in all the Seven Kingdoms. Cersei is too busy to notice that I'm stealing it from her, but if she tries to stop me I'll fight for the damn castle for you."
"But-- you can have it?" Bronn found his voice and pointed at her with his finger.
"I can." she confirmed and then with a grin added: "We can."
"You--" for a moment she thought Bronn lost his voice. "You never wanted to get married-- Tyrion said you never got married, because you always won against Tywin when--" she waited patiently for him to finish. "And you want me to marry you so I'll go to Dorne with you?"
She stayed silent and so did he.
"You know, I'm pretty sure I'd let you marry me even if you'd say no to Dorne." she said quietly after a while, avoiding his eyes.
Bronn looked at her like she grew a second head. She almost checked to see if he's right.
Then his eyes cleared, his fingers started to play a rhythm and he grinned.
"You missed me that much?"
She didn't know what to say to that. He continued to observe her.
"Or were you just jealous?"
A loud 'excuse me' was stuck in her throat as her cheeks turned red.
"I don't understand how this has anything to do with--"
"You were jealous!" his chuckle almost made her crawl away in shame. "Giving away Casterly Rock because of Lollys Stokeworth who I won't even marry-! Gods, you're a crazy woman!"
"Hey!" she tried to argue, but every other word was stuck in her throat when Bronn grabbed onto her shoulders and then touched her cheeks with both of his hands.
"A damn crazy woman."
"Every Lannister is crazy."
"But it looks good on you."
She wondered what she should do. She had been in war with him, she had been drunk with him, she had protected King's Landing with him... Yet none of those seemed as scary and unsure as that.
"It's part of my charm." she quoted and Bronn grinned. "But you, who wants a castle this badly, accuse me of jealousy... Other Lords would kill for that castle you know."
"I'm a sellsword, darlin'."
"A knight." she corrected him.
"Once a sellsword always a sellsword. I'd kill all those golden boys for you."
"For me?" she asked, her lips once again twitching. "Not for Casterly Rock..."
"You're my favourite customer, you deserve a discount."
She took a deep breath as his fingers pressed into her skin. She liked being close to him - that close.
"A discount? Really?" she teased with a small smirk. "What, you'll only take half the castle?"
"I don't want the damn castle, your sister can keep her castles."
"Gold then?" she asked as his thumb danced around under her eye.
"Your brothers gave me plenty."
"Rich man, huh?"
"Rich enough."
"I'm afraid I'm running out of options here."
"I'll take the other part of the offer."
She stopped breathing for a second.
They danced around each other for a long time. They jokingly flirted when Tyrion wasn't around or when Bronn was helping her learn how to be a decent enough fighter. But that - that was straight forward, no rational thought given.
And when Bronn finally kissed her she thought 'Jaime's gonna kill him'.
And then their lips started to dance around and she thought 'he'll kill us both'.
But all those thoughts were forgotten when one of his hands found her waist, pressing her close to him. Bronn was a good kisser, but then again, Bronn was good at everything - most of things. She didn't remember ever imagining his lips on hers, but she knew that's how she wanted a good kiss to feel. Just the right amount of passion mixed with the right amount of roughness.
"So," she began after they parted. "you'll come to Dorne with me?"
"Gods, you're annoying!" she laughed with him. "Yeah, I'll go to Dorne with you and your Golden Boy, so you won't get killed."
"I can defend myself, you know, I had a wonderful teacher."
"Yes, a rather good-lookin' fellow."
She smiled as she let go of his shoulders. She looked towards the castle Bronn most definitely won't get, and she felt rather happy about it.
"Can't argue with that." she joked. "Jaime's gonna kill us both."
"So you didn't tell him your plan to get married."
"Of course I didn't. He thinks I'm offering you some castle far from here."
"That's why I'll look out for your ass 'til we reach Dorne. Then I'll steal you away, marry you and help you find your brother." he explained.
"Oh, he'll kill us for sure." she said and then looked at him. "Can I steal you away now?"
"I was thinking of saying goodbye to Lollys."
She hit his arm with a pout.
"You'll come with me to have some wine before we go."
"And your brother?"
"He'll have a fun time with Lollys around. I'm sure she enjoys his company."
Later, with cheeks red from the wine, she climbed the ship with the men and when Jaime wasn't around to see, she rested her head on Bronn's shoulder, letting him grab onto her waist with anything but courtesy.
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In your opinion, in AFFC, what would have been the best way for Cersei to get rid of Bronn? Could she have just sent him to the Riverlands to ‘help’ Jaime, or to the siege on Dragonstone?
It's not that Cersei didn't have different ideas of how Bronn might have been (in her mind) quietly dispatched. Indeed, when she berates Falyse Stokeworth for the miserable failure of Balman Byrch's assassination attempt, Cersei scolds her that "I asked you to arrange a hunting mishap. An arrow gone astray, a fall from a horse, an angry boar ... [sic] there are so many ways a man can die in the woods". If Cersei is not always the smoothest of operators, much less conspirators and assassins - see, for example, her clumsy attempts to kill Robert, echoed in some of the schemes she suggested above - these were, if only in a very much relative sense, subtler plans than Balman Byrch's naively chivalric interpretation of her barely unspoken directive to kill Bronn. In Cersei's mind, I think, she imagined the plot would have happened quickly and discreetly: Bronn was at Stokeworth, her Stokeworth friends (in the loosest sense of the term) could have lured him into a convenient trap there, Ser Bronn of the Blackwater would have met an untimely end, and no one would have been the wiser as to the queen's hand in all of it.
But the bigger point here is why Cersei believed she had to have Bronn removed in the first place. By buying off Bronn with Lollys Stokeworth, Cersei had freed herself from the fear that he would support Tyrion in the latter's trial - but because Cersei has long operated under the base assumption that Tyrion is the prophesied valonqar who will eventually murder Cersei herself, Cersei could not simply live and let live when it came to Bronn. It could not be the case that Bronn named Lollys' child "Tyrion" out of a sort of wry fondness for his former employer - no, Bronn had to be hinting at his continuing allegiance to Tyrion, even to the absurd point of hiding Tyrion at Stokeworth itself. It could not be that Bronn was simply taking a leaf from his old employer's book by building a personal army for himself out of a handful of sellswords, in order to secure his power in an uneasy position - no, Bronn had to be mobilizing a pro-Tyrion army with the intent of deposing and killing Cersei.
Put bluntly, only Cersei's paranoia had convinced her of the need to have Bronn killed. In her haste to get rid of someone she believed was Tyrion's agent and protector in virtually her backyard, Cersei had not only acted with her characteristic assassination clumsiness, but had also targeted someone who posed no actual threat to her. It was a move that backfired spectacularly, because not only did Bronn survive (which he might have no matter what manner of assassination Cersei chose, given her penchant for chancy prospects), but he did so while forcing Balman to confess that Cersei had put him, Balman, up to it in the first place. Now Bronn knows that Cersei was out to get him on no grounds whatsoever - and as jure uxoris Lord of Stokeworth, he now controls one of the Iron Throne's primary local vassals, the very families Cersei might be calling on for support as her regime crumbles in TWOW. (But at least she and her family didn't ruin relations with another major local Crownlands family, the Rosbys ... oh wait.)
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To welcome the Lunar Year of the Dragon, here is a clip of Drogon, the last known Targaryen dragon, in his first battle in Westeros.
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First Kiss (Game Of Thrones Preference)
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Brienne Of Tarth: Your first kiss with Brienne would be tender, soft and shy. It was unclear whether it was you or her that made the first move, but you both remember it fondly.
Bronn: Your first kiss with Bronn was rather rough and sloppy. It was very heat of the moment with him and it took you by surprise. It wasn’t awful, but you do find yourself wishing for a do over.
Catelyn Stark: With Catelyn, your first kiss was hesitant, with you asking her permission so many times that she leaned in and kissed you herself.
Cersei Lannister: Even during your first kiss with Cersei, she was possessive. She held your chin in her hand and held you in the kiss until she decided it was over.
Daenerys Targaryen: Daenerys took it upon herself to kiss you that first time. She got sick of waiting for you to come to her. She was gentle with you, and kind and you wondered why you’d waited so long.
Jaime Lannister: Jaime timed your first kiss just right. It was absolutely perfect. He displayed a bit of heroics and then dipped you into the most breathtaking kiss.
Jorah Mormont: Jorah was very soft with you during that first kiss. He cupped your cheek and pulled you in slowly, giving you plenty of time and room to refuse him if you chose, but you melted into his sweet kiss instead.
Melisandre: There was passion behind your first kiss with Melisandre. She took control, practically stealing the breath from your lungs before she pulled away. And you immediately wanted to do it again.
Petyr Baelish: When Petyr first kissed you, he held you firmly against him, intent on getting every last second out of the kiss in case you refused to let him have a second.
Tyrion Lannister: Tyrion took your first kiss very seriously. He wanted it to be good and memorable. It was that and more. You lost yourself in it and it’s the one kiss you’ll never forget.
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Game Of Thrones: @hc-geralt-23, @floresferae, @geekyandgay98, @lady-darkswan3, @abitchnamedtia
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Double Trouble
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Title: Double Trouble
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Characters: Bronn, Podrick Payne, Reader
Beginning Notes and Warnings: So basically like... The reader is the daughter of a nobleman or whatever and you and Bronn been gettin' spicy for a while. Reader decides to surprise him after a long day and someone walks in. Bada boom. Warnings include strong language for sure. Mega NSFW.
“Welcome back, Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.” You smirked. The leather clad sell sword slowly closed the door behind him with a low chuckle. He loved being called that even though he insisted that he didn’t sometimes. 
“And why have you decided to grace me with your surprises today, pretty thing.” He began making his way over to you, unbuttoning his leather shirt on the way. 
“I figured you would need to relax after training all those young men and working so hard, my lord. Your muscles must be exhausted.” You reply, biting your lip through a smile. You enjoyed the little games you’d play together whether it was being too easy or playing hard to get. He nodded deviously as he tossed the shirt to the side.
“Oh yes. I have a couple places that could use your talents.” He came to a stop in front of you and took your jaw into his hand, lifting your face up to him. You smiled up at him innocently but reached forward to unlace his breeches. “I think I can help with that.” Then he bent down and kissed you passionately, swirling his tongue against yours.
You pulled the breeches down and everything else with it, allowing his thick cock to bounce free. He was already so hard for you and you couldn’t wait to get your mouth around it. You seized it eagerly, giving it a squeeze in your dainty hand. Bronn hummed low in his throat at the contact. You finally separated yourself from him so you could slide down his body and take your position on your knees. He watched as you leaned in and licked the underside of his shaft, then gently sucked the tip into your mouth. He gasped as his hand flew to the back of your head.
“Fuck, pretty thing, you are so good to me.” He praised letting his head fall back while you took more of him into your mouth, swirling your tongue sloppily around him. One hand held tightly to one of his strong thighs while the other stroked what your mouth couldn’t handle. The sounds he made caused your pussy to drip onto the stone floor. 
He whispered your name like a prayer followed by a various assortment of grunts and moans the more you took and it was driving you absolutely crazy. Soon he had both hands tangled in your hair holding you still while he fucked your mouth. Spit began dribbling down your chin as his cock filled your mouth and scraped the back of your throat. You gagged a few times but soon got your bearings and hollowed your cheeks. He cursed above you and pulled you off of his cock then lifted you up so you could lock your legs around his waist. 
He began trailing kisses and bites down your jaw and neck as he worked his way over to the bed. He plopped you down roughly onto the soft furs and pulled you forward by your thighs. “I want to taste you.” He growled then, dipped his head down so that he could take one long, languid stroke from top to bottom causing you to hiss through your teeth.
“Seven hells. I never get tired of that.” He moaned into your cunt. He wrapped his mouth around your pussy and devoured you like a mad man, sucking on your clit and shoving his tongue in and out of you. 
“Bronn, fuck… please don’t stop.” You ran your fingers through his dark hair as he continued, fingers dancing closer to your entrance when suddenly the door swung open causing Bronn to raise his head. You whimpered at the loss of contact but you weren’t upset by the intrusion when you looked to see who it was. 
Podrick Payne stood in the doorway, his face burning bright pink as he made eye contact with you. “OH I’m s-sorry, Ser Br- I MEAN Bronn! I mean-” 
“What do you want, boy.” Bronn growled while you raised your body up to wrap your legs around his hips again. You pressed open mouth kisses to his shoulder blades and up his neck while Podrick watched.
“Uh- well I- the uh-” Podrick stuttered.
“On with it, lad.” Bronn grabbed a fist full of your hair after you bit his ear lobe gently, and pulled back to give you a playful warning look.
“Oh, be nice to the boy. He didn’t mean any harm, my lord.” You say softly, poking out your bottom lip. Bronn chuckled darkly. Something mischievous was being devised behind those piercing blue eyes and you loved where it was heading. 
“He’s no boy, love. He’s got a magic cock.”
You turned your head to look at the young man who stood in the doorway awkwardly, staring down at his feet. 
“A magic cock?” You repeated. He glanced up at you innocently. 
“Aye.” Bronn pushed you back onto the bed and hovered over you. “The boy is so talented, he fucked three whores and they paid him for it.” He nibbled on your collarbones, then trailed up the crook of your neck. 
You hummed and arched your neck to look back at the younger man once again but this time he kept his eyes locked on yours.
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“Truth be told, I’ve been curious to see it in action.” Bronn licked a stripe down your sternum and kissed just under your left breast. “Would you like that, pretty thing?” You nodded and gave him a devilish grin. “Well, lad, get over here.” Bronn motioned for Pod to come inside. “Close the door and lock it.” He ordered. 
Pod hesitated for a moment but the moment his eyes caught yours again, he quickly shut the wooden door and locked it. Then he walked over and stood in the middle of the room, his hands clasped in front of him.
Bronn sauntered over to the chair you were sitting in earlier and poured himself a glass of wine while you watched him. “Go on then, love. Take his clothes off.” He took a sip with his eyes on you, a wide wicked grin spread across his face.
You got up from the bed and padded over to where Pordrick stood, your hips swaying as you moved. Then, you circled around him, fingers trailing over his shoulders and down his chest as you took him in. “Lift your arms.” You mumble in his ear as you pull his shirt up and over his head. He helps you and tosses the garment in the corner. Then you reach for the strings of his breeches and begin untying them while you lean up and press your lips against his. He sucks in a breath through his nose and takes your head into his hands as he deepens the kiss. You push his breeches down his legs and start toying with the waistband of his underclothes. 
His hands slide down from your hair, down your back and down to your hips where he pulls you forward to press your body against his. You giggle at how desperate he is to feel you and wonder if he had been wanting you before this. 
You began peppering kisses down his chin and jaw, then down his neck where you nipped the tender skin. He moaned as your hands reached down and rubbed his growing erection through the thin fabric as you moved down his body.
Finally, you pulled the underclothes down and his mighty cock sprang free. It was as they said. Not massive but beautiful for a cock. Thick and long yes, but you weren’t afraid of it. He blushed red again as he watched you staring at it. 
“Well go on then, love. I know you want to touch it.” Bronn called from across the room, his legs were spread while he watched the two of you. 
You grabbed it from the base and gave it a gentle squeeze causing him to suck in a breath. You watched his mouth as you moved your hand up and down his length, loving the way his face scrunched and his jaw hung open. 
“Tell me how wet your pussy is, love.” Bronn rumbled, his cock getting jealous. 
“Dripping, my lord.” You reply deeply, biting your lip up at Pod.
“That’s what I thought, little minx. Taste him.” He ordered, reaching down and touching his own cock while you dropped to your knees and took Podrick into your mouth. He hissed as he watched your mouth slide down his length and your tongue swirl around its head. 
“That’s it. So fucking good.” Bronn sighed, leaning his head back against the chair, his hand pumped lazily in time with your mouth as it moved on Podrick. One of your hands was at the base of his cock taking what your mouth couldn’t and the other was trailing gentle fingers over his thigh and up to his stomach. Pod reached down and gently pulled your hair back into one of his large hands and guided your bobbing head, making you moan around him. 
“Both of you, to the bed. Now.” Bronn demanded breathlessly as he stood. You licked a final stripe up the shaft of Pod’s cock then stood and walked over toward the bed. Podrick removed the last of his clothes and slowly moved to the other side while Bronn followed close behind you. Once you reached your destination, you turned to face the older man. He roughly grabbed you by the neck and attacked your lips. His tongue dominated your mouth while his other hand reached down and rubbed circles on your clit. You clawed at his shoulders, overcome with lust. 
Then you were shoved onto the bed causing you to yelp. But Bronn's head was between your thighs once more, sucking and licking at your clit. You forgot all about the rough treatment. You arched your back when Bronn slipped a finger into you and reached you your arms out for Pod to join you on the bed. He crawled over the blankets and laid down on his side while one of his hands moved to smooth over your stomach then up to play with your breasts. 
He cupped one in his hand and placed his mouth over the other, circling your nipple with his tongue. Bronn hummed against your pussy as he watched the two of you causing you to cry out. The combination of mouths on you was overwhelming but you loved it. You combed your fingers through the hair on the back of Pods head, then reached down and did the same with Bronn as his finger curled into you. His tongue flicked wildly over your clit and you quickly felt your first orgasm approaching. He added a second finger while Podrick nibbled and sucked on your nipples causing you to pant loudly. 
Finally Podricks lips moved up to your collarbones, then to your neck where he whispered how badly he wanted to hear your sweet voice sing and you came moaning and grinding your hips against Bronn’s face. 
Pod continued pressing gentle kisses on your neck and shoulders while Bronn continued until you were squirming beneath him. Then he stood back up to his full height, wiping his mouth with his thumb and sucking on it. 
“On your knees, Pod.” Bronn breathed as he flipped you over, pulling your ass in the air. Podrick rolled over to where he was in front of you on his haunches, cock bouncing near your face. The man behind you slowly rubbed the globes of your ass then gave them a rough smack before squeezing them in his calloused hands. 
Podrick’s dark eyes watched as you backed yourself up against Bronn’s cock, allowing him to slide it through your wet cunt before he pushed into you. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him stretch you and you both released a heated groan. Bronn wasted no time setting a heavy rhythm while his strong hands gripped your hips, definitely leaving bruises. 
Podrick moved forward on the bed now so that you could reach out and take his cock into your hand again. Once you had given him a few gentle pumps, you eagerly guided him back into your mouth. This time he groaned, his eyes never leaving yours as your body bounced from the force of Bronn fucking you. 
“Fuck, y/n, such a little whore.” Bronn growled from behind you, his hands coming down to roughly squeeze your ass again. “I wish your Father could see his proper little daughter getting spitroasted by a fucking sellsword and a squire.” 
You moaned around Pod's cock as he plunged it in and out of your throat. You loved it when Bronn said dirty shit like that. It made you wet whenever you passed him in the training yard after you had fucked in the armory that morning while your Father sat in on meetings. 
“You like being my little whore, don’t you? You like taking two cocks at once?” He continued through gritted teeth.
You sobbed and nodded as best you could, sucking more fervently.
“Ah ah fuck. Yes, keep doing that.” Podrick moaned, his hand slipping back into your hair, pulling it out of your face. 
“My pretty little whore. Knows exactly how to use her mouth, knows how to use her pretty little cunt.” His words turned you on even more, if that were even possible. It brought you to the cusp but didn’t quite send you over the edge. But Bronn was close and you could tell. He had stopped talking, replaced with loud moans and panting, his hips began to get sloppier but their pace never slowed. He reached down between your legs and circled your clit with his fingers, and littered kisses across your shoulders and back.
You came seconds later, pussy clamping down hard and spasming around his cock.
“That’s a good girl… so fucking good.. gonna fuckin- OOOOHhh FUck!” Bronn doubled over your body and came deep inside of you causing you to release Pod’s cock and fall forward. “Seven fucking hells!” He chuckled as he held onto your waist, still buried inside of you.
“You may have the magic cock, lad.” He hoisted himself up from your limp body and pressed a kiss on your shoulder before pulling out of you. “But this one here has a magic cunt.” 
He ran his hand over the globe of your ass and squeezed roughly, watching as his cum dribbled down your thighs.
Pod gazed down at you while you caught your breath, a small smile played at the corners of his lips. “Let’s see who’s got the best magic, hm?” Bronn gave your ass a playful smack before crossing the room and snagging his cup of wine and a rag. He returned to your side to clean you up, wiping himself away and tossing the cloth aside after he helped you onto the bed. He situated himself at the headboard against the pillows and took a large swallow from his cup.
“Go on then.” Bronn smiled, biting his lip. In your sex drunken haze, you crawl over to where Pod was sitting on his knees. You laid down in front of him and spread your legs for him, an invitation. He glanced at Bronn who took another gulp of his wine and nodded. Finally Podrick slid his hands up your calves, then began placing kisses where his hands had been. You hummed and bit your lip, your hands sliding into his hair as he mouthed his way up to your inner thighs then over your hips. 
“Show him how good you are, hm?” Bronn raised his eyebrows as you looked over at him with lust while Podricks mouth returned to your breasts, flicking his tongue over your nipples and kissing them lovingly. You pulled him up by his hair causing him to hiss which turned into a moan when you pressed your lips against his. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your ankles locked him in place. His hands ran along your thighs then reached down to line himself up with your entrance, his lips never left yours. Until he pushed inside. 
“Oh fuck..” He gasped against your parted lips as you swallowed his cock inside of you. You felt his balls press against your ass and his pubic bone ground against your clit, making you whimper. You heard Bronn chuckle from above you and began rocking your hips against Podricks. He groaned and met your thrusts, pumping in and out of you. But you were beginning to find out more about this magic cock. It was the way he rolled his hips, at just the perfect angle to rub deliciously inside of you. The girth of him stretched your walls and his length reached deep inside you. It filled you up to the brim and drove you crazy.
“Pod!” You gasped breathlessly, “Faster oh Gods please faster!” He obliged, pistoning his cock furiously.
All you could do was claw at his lower back and moan as he fucked you. You could feel another orgasm approaching and you knew you were bringing him close too. He buried his face into the hollow of your shoulder and panted, laying sloppy kisses to all the skin he could reach. He slid his hands down to grab your arms, pulling them up over your head and entwined his fingers with yours. Finally your voice joined his as his hips snapped just perfectly and threw you over the precipice of white hot pleasure once again. You felt warmth deep inside you as you sobbed, Podrick continued rocking his hips as you came down from your high.  
“By all the Gods.” Bronn spoke finally. “She has a pretty voice doesn’t she?” You smiled and bit your lip, looking up at him while Podrick released your hands and lifted himself up onto his elbows. 
“Yes, very lovely.” The younger man gasped, attempting to catch his breath. He gently ran a hand down your stomach causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. You giggled softly at the touch then reached up and touched his lip with your thumb. It was swollen from kissing and you wanted to kiss him again.
Bronn stretched and looked over your naked bodies entwined together. “Well, I say it's time we clean you off, pretty thing.” He murmured, finishing off his wine and placing the glass down on the nightstand with a clank. Pod gave your breast a final kiss, eliciting a giggle from you before he lifted himself up from the bed. He offered you a hand to help you out of the bed and you took it, landing on wobbly legs. You grunted with discomfort as Pod’s cum trickled down your thighs, causing him to blush all over his face and down his chest. “I’ll go get the water.” He said shyly, going about the room and picking up his clothes. Bronn rounded the bed to lift you up bridal style and carry you to the tub before anything drips onto the floor.
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eonweheraldodemanwe · 2 months
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Starks models for A Song of Ice and Fire Tactics
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Watch "all the times jaime lannister was personally attacked" on YouTube
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You guys liked the other Flatshare piece so much, I just had to create a scene in which they're ordering takeout and everybody's mad at Petyr for not paying his share! Also added the ginger cat from modern Petyr's nap piece as to connect all three drawings.
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