Title: Against The World
Pairing: Sebastian / Blaine
Summary: Blaine Anderson is tired of running.
Genre: Drama, Fantasy, Horror, AU
A/N: It’s an accidental triquel to “Into the Gloom” and “Cross to Bear” and is based on the Russian fantasy/horror tetralogy “The Watch Series” by Seigei Lukyanenko and Vladimir Vasilyev. You don’t need to read the tetralogy to understand the fic, but it’s recommended that you read “Into the Gloom” and “Cross to Bear” first to get a little bit of background. This is unbeta-ed, all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. Enjoy!
Preceded By: Into the Gloom | Cross to Bear
title: The Wolf’s Blood (2/?)
warnings: insinuated off-screen incest and sexposition. To be fair, it wouldn’t be a Game of Thrones AU without it.
It is known.
summary: In which Sebastian is a Lannister of Casterly Rock and Blaine is a Stark of Winterfell and Blaine discovers that it’s after the tourney is won that the game really begins. Part One: LJ/tumblr.
notes: Game of Thrones inspired AU, which has definitely dipped a little further into the dynamics of the ASoIaF verse this time around, so I’m not sure how well it will translate if you aren’t familiar with the verse. Any further installments will be updated like the last two, as mini-fics within the same verse. For Kris because I suck and her birthday fic still isn’t finished. Haha, I said I was done. Clearly I’m not because oh god, look there’s more. Title links to LJ.
title: To The Victor
summary: In which Sebastian is a Lannister of Casterly Rock and Blaine is a Stark of Winterfell but neither of these things particularly matter when one’s in need of a little luck.
notes: While this is a Game of Thrones inspired AU, I don’t think you’ll need any particular knowledge of the ASoIaF verse to understand it. This is also incredibly self-indulgent.
Written on a whim last night for Kris, who has been happily bouncing ideas for GoT-esque AU’s back and forward with me. This is me tapping out for now, btw. Tag, you’re it. Title links to LJ.
It’s too hot.
There is sweat sliding down the back of his neck, curling his damp hair into a bigger mess than it undoubtedly already was, and he can feel the silk of all his court finery clinging heavily to his back. The heady thrill of wine (two cups more than his father would ever allow him if he were at home) has already settled lazily in his bones, made him droop a little in the gallery as he waits for the opportunity to slip away unnoticed and find some shade.