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F!Dragonborn - Season Unending

[(Anonymous)]

So just done the Season Unending Quest and GAWDDDDDDD, wasn't Ulfric and Tullius a pain in the bloody ass.
I seriously wanted to shout at them for being so bleeding stuborn. So, make a fic where the Dragonborn loses her cool and shouts at the both of them (Ulfric pissed me off the most).
Bonus points for DB snorting at Rikke's sarcastic comments and whooping at Esberns dramatic speech.

Possible filler

[(Anonymous)]

I probably won't be able to do a full-length fic (maybe two parts at most), but I love this idea and want to play with it for a bit.

I'll see what I come up with, I suppose! :)

(Any preferences for race, followers, etc? I've got my own ideas if you don't)

Re: F!Dragonborn - Season Unending

[(Anonymous)]

Ohhhhh my gosh I'm so filling this too!

I did the quest multiple times just to see if I could get all of these babies to stop bitching -___-

Not-So-Peaceful Treaty, 1/1 minifill

[(Anonymous)]

Tags: char:ulfric, char:tullius, char:f!PC, race:Nord
Summary: There's only so much the Dragonborn can take before she has to put her foot down.

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Brynna's patience was wearing thin. It had started when Ulfric and Galmar had taken offence to Elenwen's presence - despite the Thalmor's insistence that she was there only to observe, Ulfric had kicked up such a storm about it and Galmar had hurled so many insults across the table that she had finally put her foot down and ordered Elenwen to leave. She had to admit, though, seeing the look of indignation on the Altmer's face was worth it. The Dragonborn still fondly remembered 'infiltrating' the Embassy, although her idea of infiltration was 'swing an axe the size of your own body around until someone starts talking'.

However, it was some time around negotiating the handing over of the Reach to the Stormcloaks that something snapped. Ulfric was demanding the Rift in exchange, Tullius was refusing, Elenwen was braying about the Markarth Incident, and Brynna was sat at the head of it all, massaging her temples. She was faintly aware of the Blades, seated at the far end of the table, murmuring between themselves, and Jarl Balgruuf was looking distinctly uncomfortable. Good, she thought, let him squirm. His damn city's the reason this is happening.

Ulfric stood and threatened to walk out, using quite colourful terms to do so, and that was the moment the Nord woman decided she couldn't take any more inane prattling.

She stood up, slammed her palms upon the table, and bellowed at everyone to shut up. Surprisingly enough, they did, and Ulfric even sat back down.

"Meyye kos zaan voth pahlok," she snarled, though only Ulfric and the Greybeards showed any recognition of her words. She opted to translate for everyone else present, following up with "Fools shouting arrogantly. That's what you are. Fighting without any sort of meaning, like children arguing over the best toy."

"But--"

"I said be silent, Ulfric, and you will damn well listen when I speak." the Dragonborn said, pinching at the bridge of her nose. "I am doing my best to remain impartial. If I had my way I'd be trapping myself a dragon right now, but no. No, I have to mediate over this... this unslaad tinvaak, this endless talk. I promise, you can get back to your kein once we are done, but for now..."

The table was silent. Not even Elenwen, lurking just outside and trying vainly to listen in, could be heard. Glances were slowly exchanged between all parties, and Brynna sat back down, carefully. "Now if I remember rightly, we were negotiating an exchange of Riften and Markarth?"

Funnily enough, the rest of the negotation was quite polite, as far as it could be. There was still an unsavory remark regarding sheep's piss and unacceptable terms, and a comparison thereof, but on the whole... Rather good. The Thu'um, it turned out, was good for more than just killing.

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Apologies for the abrupt ending! This is my first fill for the meme.

Re: Not-So-Peaceful Treaty, 1/1 minifill

[(Anonymous)]

A!Anon, I love your everything. Just. So much love.