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Title: Everybody Loves Me
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Series: It's Snowing Men
Pairing/Characters: Tyrion, Jaime, mentions Tyrion/Jon
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 183
Prompt: For the 100_tales prompt #053 Home
Beta: Beta'd by
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Summary: Jaime is still miserable but Tyrion has found contentment.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Also @ AO3
Index post LJ / DW

Tyrion rather liked being up on the Wall, looking out on the vast wilderness beyond, alone with his thoughts. Of course he also didn't mind when Jon joined him on guard duty. To his surprise, Tyrion found himself mostly at peace with his lot in life. Much of that had to do with Jon Snow, beautiful dark haired bastard that he was.
Jon was here, and so this was home.
Tyrion's musing were rudely interrupted by Jaime, who slumped against the Wall and cleaned his fingernails with his knife. Tyrion didn't enjoy being up here quite so much with Jaime. He understood why Jaime liked to reminisce with him about their youth, even if Jaime's memories were fonder than his own – and further romanticised with each retelling. He was also irritated by Jaime's ongoing complaints. But, to be brotherly, he said, "Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I said I hate this place," Jaime whined. "Everybody hates me."
"I don't know what your problem is," Tyrion said resting his chin on his hands, and letting a smile spread across his face. "Everybody loves me."
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Series: It's Snowing Men
Pairing/Characters: Tyrion, Jaime, mentions Tyrion/Jon
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 183
Prompt: For the 100_tales prompt #053 Home
Beta: Beta'd by
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Summary: Jaime is still miserable but Tyrion has found contentment.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Also @ AO3
Index post LJ / DW

Tyrion rather liked being up on the Wall, looking out on the vast wilderness beyond, alone with his thoughts. Of course he also didn't mind when Jon joined him on guard duty. To his surprise, Tyrion found himself mostly at peace with his lot in life. Much of that had to do with Jon Snow, beautiful dark haired bastard that he was.
Jon was here, and so this was home.
Tyrion's musing were rudely interrupted by Jaime, who slumped against the Wall and cleaned his fingernails with his knife. Tyrion didn't enjoy being up here quite so much with Jaime. He understood why Jaime liked to reminisce with him about their youth, even if Jaime's memories were fonder than his own – and further romanticised with each retelling. He was also irritated by Jaime's ongoing complaints. But, to be brotherly, he said, "Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I said I hate this place," Jaime whined. "Everybody hates me."
"I don't know what your problem is," Tyrion said resting his chin on his hands, and letting a smile spread across his face. "Everybody loves me."