#braime ff

[heffrondriving]

my dumb ass keeps on making new random btr stuff (gifs, vids, edits, memes, fics, art, text sh!tposts, etc.) on a rapid adhd ultra-hyperfixation scale and then not posting any of them bc i keep getting scared i'm gonna annoy everyone by unnecessarily flooding the big time rush tag.......no joke i'm literally 11 away from 2,000 drafts pray for me pls ;-;

#every time i plan out like three or so posts to put up for day and usually end up making five more or oversleeping and not posting 💀 #i love big time rush and how much they spark my creativity and motivation but wow the only hand that is tethering me to the rope is my own #no one else is really posting much btr content and while i'm having fun screaming to the rusher void i also wanna be considerate yk?? #i mean ik how silly this hangup is this is my dumb blog and i could post whatever but oh whale. overthinking brokem braim things and such #im really sorry if it is annoying. and to those who keep interacting with my posts ily!!! and thank u for bring patient with my insanities #i really wish i could interact more and actually chat and give all of you hugs hnghghdh (つ✧ω✧)つ #seeing kind ppl in my notes validating my btr brainworms always makes me feel a little more assured to keep this blog going on <3 #do pretty girl don't speak #will delete #okay allen no one really cares about you so shut up and post the shit ppl followed your blog for already ffs :^D

[jaimexbrienne-fic-finder]

Hey ! I’m looking at a braime ff but I don’t remember the title.. I remember tho Jaime coming to fight for the living, jaime stays with brienne.. a kinda fix-it ao3 fanfiction

WHAT i remember the most is Brienne got pregnant with triplets thus making her really sick. she doesn’t want to drink or eat anything. so jaime is pissed of with this attitude and decides to ask (in a bold way, with tyrion and brienne besides her) making her drink the medicine to her. she eventually listens to lady stark, vow obliged.

at the end of the ff they living a peaceful life in Tarth with their 2 girls (with savages behavior) and one boy more reserved.

Please if someone remember it make it known 🥹🥹

And Counting by nubbins_for_all

The scene you are talking about is in Chapter 6 and the ending fits as well, so I am fairly confident it is the right one!

But if not let me know and I will try to find the right one!

#jaime x brienne #braime #jaime x brienne fic finder

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

Game Of Thrones Fanfiction List

Bequeathed from Pale Estates By Author376

In a Westeros where Soulmates are bound and Marked by the Gods to bind Houses together and pay blood debts, Lyarra Snow and Oberyn Martell are about to get a shock…

Winter Thorns of Highgarden (FF | AO3) By Madrigal_in_training (FF | AO3)

The knight's supposed to save the princess from the dragon but here, the princess is a dragon, the knight is a bookish lord, and the greatest threat is either the old lady in the blue wimple or the honorable warden with the Ice sword. Because no one thought a second Stark girl would be kidnapped for marriage or that the sensible Willas Tyrell would be the one to kidnap her.

Incandescent (FF | AO3) By Madrigal_in_training (FF | AO3)

In a moment of grief-stricken madness, Catelyn Stark attempts to murder her husband’s bastard. Yet her entire worldview shatters when Lyarra Snow refuses to burn. Fem!Jon, Lyarra x Robb

A Golden Age By margotdavid (FF | AO3)

At her father's request, Alysanne calls the banners and marches south. For what reason, she is not sure, but as she meets the lions on the field, Alysanne finds that she was more fire in her blood than she though. Tywin Lannister is seeing his house crumble to the ground because of his daughter. Worse, a wild girl just defeated his army. But when the face of Rhaella Targaryen appears in front of him, he makes a gamble that might just save his legacy.

A Song of Vengeance (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

15 years ago, the Targaryens were forced into exile by the rebel alliance of the West-Stormlands-Vale-Riverlands... and Dorne. To ensure the loyalty of the hostile North, Aly Stark was wed to King Robert's closest friend, Oberyn Martell. Now, after 15 years, the wolves and dragons' pieces are in place, and they will have revenge. (Role Reversal.) Martell Centric. Hiatus

A Song of Marked Souls (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

In a world where magic remains strong and the Old Gods keep active in the lives of their followers, Alyssa Snow and Oberyn Martell bear Marks that, according to the ancient gods that lurk in the weir woods, destine them for greatness. (Fem!Jon Snow. Not for Tully fans. OOC!Characters)

Princess of Wolves, Prince of Snakes (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

After the Lions' coup, Aegon VI flees with his wife, mother, uncle and cousins in search of allies and safety in order to regain his throne. But there is only one place to go: The Winterlands, the only part of Westeros to remain independent of the Iron Throne. Hiatus until summer

The Star of the North (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

Just when Lady Alarra Stark feels she has no escape other than death, she finds another option in the form of a Dornish viper and his elegant paramour.

There and Back Again (FF | AO3) By Naerys Blackfyre (FF | AO3)

After the events of season 8, Jon of House Targaryen is sent back in time to fulfill his destiny as the prince that was promised. Jonsa, Gendyra, RhaeLya, Anti-Dany, Dany fans beware. AU! NOT ANYTHING LIKE CANON!

Father of Dragons (FF | AO3) By Naerys Blackfyre (FF | AO3)

"How did you know of this chest Sam?" Jon's eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. "Hummm…oh uh well Maester Aemon told me to give this chest to you when he died. He said that you would most likely be in need of them." Sam answers with a shrug. Jon stared at Sam with a frown painted on this face. What could Maester Aemon possibly wanted to give him? Jonsa, Gendrya, Braime, RhaeEliaLya, Anti-Dany

Lost Girl By prussianblues

She leaves the Seven Kingdoms a bastard and returns a queen.

Or, Joanna Snow is in King’s Landing when Cersei seizes the city, and Varys sneaks her out to meet her brother. A meddling Magister later, she meets Daenerys as well.

A story told in drabbles.

To Go Forward By togo

Jon Snow wakes up in Winterfell, two years in the past. He struggles with his knowledge of the upcoming wars, the mystery of his mother's forgotten letters, and the prophecy of the Prince That Was Promised. How much time does he have until the Others invade Westeros?

A Second Time Around By ratclanqueen

"I know this is hard for you to understand but we have already lived this life once. The Gods are blessing us. I saw this before the Night King broke through the Wall. We have been reborn into our bodies before Jon Arryn's murder with our memories and knowledge of what could possibly lie ahead," Bran told them.

When all of House Stark wake up one morning with their deaths being their clearest memories, the wheel begins to turn. The game has a new player in the form of Sansa Stark, the Red Wolf of Winterfell and the Queen in the North before her death, who is determined to see her family grow old and happy in Winterfell and the Iron Throne melted to a puddle of metal at her feet.

Dragons of Red, Dragons of White By NightDrake

After the Duel on the Trident, there are ramifications that none could foresee. In the world built afterwards, dragons once again rule and roam Westeros, among them the son of a northern beauty and the king. Prince Jon and his kin, Stark and Targaryen alike, face new challenges from both without and within. Whatever the future holds, the Seven Kingdoms will learn that, whether in a coat of red or a coat of white, a dragon still has claws.

Manners and Misunderstandings By mostlyclouds

The Stark sisters have travelled all the way to London to begin their first season, leaving behind the familiar world of Winterfell Hall and a disappointed Jon Stark- with whom the eldest Miss Stark has been convinced to break off a connection. In London they join family friends the Baratheons and the fashionable young Tyrells in a world of romance and balls.

Meanwhile Gendry Waters has been plucked out of the life he knew to become his ailing father's heir, Robb, Theon and later Rickon embark on military careers in the Napoleonic wars, and their aunt Lysa makes a foolish marriage.

When tragedy hits the family, they must come together, learning how manners may hide monsters and the best people are often those misunderstood by society.

The Conquest By DolorousEdditor

An AU of grand scale inspired by a prompt by Oblongata.

Three hundred years after Aegon the Conqueror built a new empire on the ashes of the Valyrian Freehold the known world is a place of war. The Targaryen Empire is pressed by enemies, the Seven Kingdoms war amongst themselves and forces contrive to pull them all apart.

Amidst all this are a prince and princess who fear themselves ruined by the horrors they've endured. Together they might be the hope their people are looking for. More importantly, they might be the dream both abandoned long ago.

A Caged Songbird By bikadoo

“I will be a silent, and dutiful wife,” Sansa spits. “I will be their pretty little songbird, and wear their ugly crown, and sit on their painful throne. I shall give him a babe, and my love, and I will wait until he thinks that he has won. And then I shall take his life."

Shae goes still. "You ... you plan to kill the King?"

"No," Sansa says. "I plan to kill my husband."

A Knight's Watch By DolorousEdditor

Jon Snow is forbidden to take the black by his father. Instead he sent to squire for a famous knight, beginning a long arduous journey that causes him to cross paths with characters he never would have. Along the way he learns truths long hidden and discovers love in the most unlikely of places.

All of this in the shadow of the War of Five Kings and the coming of the Others.

#asoiaf #asoiaf au #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #🐝's post #my fic recs #asoiaf fic recs #asoiaf recs #recs #jonsa #jon x sansa #sansa x jon #fem!jon #s: jonsa #s: starkcest #age gap ship #minor adult ship #s: joberyn #s: robbjon #s: willjon #s: aejon #s: tyjon #s: jobellaria #s: oberoc #8 out of 18 are jonsa

[nerajaana]

Just shut up the fuck, you literally defecate in the streets. India is nothing more than giant open air toilets.

Anyway, there is something poetic about Sansa, Braime and Martell fans constantly telling the insane and loud ass wanna be fandom police Donut and Arielle rabid fans desperate for control to stfu and kick rocks and them constantly throwing a fit because no one wants to submit to your delusions and collective denial.

Awww baguette Europe had to rob our crap for over two centuries to get to where it is today go weep in front of your great grandparents🥱 you disgusting cowardly blubbering mess seek help instead of losing it in my inbox

What is poetic? That y’all are obsessed as fuck about secondary and tertiary characters and keep crying about the protagonists who drive the mfing plot?

Stop projecting ffs it’s pathetic how y’all are going nuts over asoiaf is written in the most basic English how dumb are you people really?

#jaan got mail #asoiaf fandom nonsense

[152glasslippers]

i just want to feel your embrace

Summary: She didn’t know what to say next, what to tell him to explain her presence in his doorway, her head too full of the truth, a truth she couldn’t say, that she did not want to be without him. That he’d been her first priority the entire night and now the night was over, but that hadn’t changed. She couldn’t find it within herself to change it.

Post-8×03 AU. A quiet moment of tenderness.

I just really love post-battle tropes, okay?

read it on ao3

He was with her for the whole of the battle. There wasn’t a minute she hadn’t been able to see or hear him. It wasn’t a promise made, but it was a promise kept.

When it was all over, they’d had to part, Jaime to his chambers and she to hers. To check for injuries, to have them attended to, if need be, to bathe and to dress. But once she had, she didn’t go to the Great Hall, to eat or to seek out Lady Sansa. Somehow, she knew she wouldn’t find him there.

Wherever he was, that was the only place she wanted to be.

She walked the corridors to his room, small and far away from the Stark family quarters, but his alone. The door was open, Jaime in view, seated on the side of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his right arm bare, no golden façade. He was staring at nothing, at some spot on the floor some feet in front of him, the look on his face distant. She would have paid a fair price to know what he was thinking.

Brienne knocked, a light rapping of knuckles on wood, and Jaime snapped to attention, his eyes finding hers instantly. He didn’t seem surprised to see her, and the thought flickered through her mind before she could stop it. Maybe he’d been waiting for her.

“Ser Brienne.” A smile graced his face like it brought him joy to say it. She blushed at the title, at his undivided attention, at herself for being so presumptuous as to come looking for him.

“Ser Jaime.” She didn’t know what to say next, what to tell him to explain her presence in his doorway, her head too full of the truth, a truth she couldn’t say, that she did not want to be without him. That he’d been her first priority the entire night and now the night was over, but that hadn’t changed. She couldn’t find it within herself to change it. She raised her hand to gesture vaguely down the hall without really knowing what she was suggesting. “Shall we…?”

But Jaime shook his head.

“Come in. Please.”

She did as he asked, shutting the door quietly behind her. He held out his hand to her, but when she stepped forward to take it, he didn’t use her strength as leverage to stand or pull her down to sit beside him on the bed as she expected. He tugged her forward, into the space between his legs, and leaned his forehead against her stomach.

It was shockingly intimate, his right arm curling around her thigh, his wrist pressing into the muscle there, his breath warming her through her tunic. His fingers slipped from her grasp, smoothing over her hip, her waist, until they reached her lower abdomen and stayed there, his thumb stroking the space over her womb.

“You’re soft here,” he said without lifting his head.

She didn’t know what to do with her hands. She’d forgotten how to breathe.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“A warrior and a maiden.”

His thumb was still moving, distracting.

“Yes.”

“A lady and a knight.”

Back and forth, so careful, like she was something precious.

“Yes.”

He hummed thoughtfully and drew her closer, both of his arms circling her waist now, something almost desperate in the way he held her to him, buried his face in her. She lay her hands on his shoulders, unsure, and Jaime sank against her even further, her hands on his shoulders rising and falling as he inhaled deeply, breathing her in. She slid her hands up his neck, emboldened, and into his hair, cradling his head against her.

He seemed content to stay there, warm and dear, but she didn’t know what it meant. She didn’t know what this was or why it was happening, what would happen next or—

Brienne took a deep breath, Jaime moving with her this time, and tried to quiet her mind. If all she had, all she’d ever have, was this one moment, she wouldn’t waste it worrying. She’d comb her fingers through his hair and marvel at its softness, memorize the strength of his arms as he held her, the rhythm of his breath as it ruffled her tunic. After so many years of fighting, so many years apart, she’d bask in this moment of shared calm and weave it into an eternity.

Eventually, Jaime shifted, lifting his head to look at her. Her hands followed the movement, her fingers on his pulse, her thumbs tracing the line of his jaw. She blushed and dropped her hands to the relative safety of his shoulders. He was looking at her with the same reverence as when he’d knighted her.

He loosened his hold on her enough to stand but didn’t let go, his left hand and ruined wrist keeping her close, his eyes never leaving hers. They were chest to chest, only a sliver of space between them, close enough she could sense that if they took that last step forward, his hips would be nestled perfectly in hers. Heat swept through her—another blush—and settled between her legs.

“Brienne.” From this distance, from his lips, her name felt like a caress. Her eyes fell shut at the sensation. He didn’t speak until she was looking at him again. “Can I kiss you?”

Brienne froze. Every part of her ceased to exist except her pounding heart.

“Why?” she heard herself ask, the question no more than a breath.

Jaime’s eyes lit up, but not with his usual mirth, with something softer. Something like affection, or maybe hope.

“Because we survived.”

Her eyes filled with tears, and she felt it then, how close they’d come to never making it here, to never standing in this space, his body and her body, his breath and her breath.

She didn’t want to live with any more regrets.

She nodded, and Jaime smiled. The most beautiful man in the world smiled because she’d said he could kiss her, and then he wasn’t smiling because his lips were on hers, and it was tender and gentle and sure, the heat of their shared breath, the weight of his palm low on her back, the dizzying scent of him. He ran his tongue along her lower lip and she ran her hands over the muscles in his arms, pulling him closer until there was nothing separating them, no last measure of distance however small, just his tongue in her mouth tasting her and the hard ridge of his erection against her—

She pushed him away, her hands on his chest. She was panting, she couldn’t catch her breath. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t look at the concern on his face or his swollen lips.

They’d survived. And she knew…she knew men after battle. Jaime had never seemed like he’d be one of the them, but there were other reasons… He might have other reasons.

She’d loved him so long. She couldn’t have him once and never again. There was only one way she could do this, and they’d been lucky enough to live. It was unlikely another of her wishes would come true.

Brienne opened her eyes. Jaime hadn’t moved a fraction, hadn’t said a word, waiting for her.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.” She didn’t know how to explain without exposing herself, without chasing him away, without losing him forever. “If this is just…If it isn’t…” Real, she couldn’t say. If it isn’t love. “I can’t. I’m sorry,” she said again. Because she was. She’d always been too much. Asked for so little because she wanted infinitely more.

Jaime brought his hand to her face, stroked his thumb across her cheek, brushed her hair behind her ear.

“Brienne.” He didn’t sound angry. He wasn’t laughing at her needs, her desires. He wasn’t leaving. He was pulling her close, so they were flush together again. He was putting his lips to her ear. “Will you let me follow you through the rest of this war? When it’s over, whatever comes of it, will you take me home? Will you take me to Tarth? Will you introduce me to your father and swim with me in the cool blue waters I’ve only seen from a distance and lay next to me on the sun-warmed sand? Will you spar with me and let me give you children, if that’s what you wish, will you let me give you anything you want, everything in my power to give, so I can learn what you look like happy and at peace? Will you let me gaze upon you as often as I wish? Will you stay tonight and then wake tomorrow and let me spend the rest of my days at your side? Will you let me love you?”

The tears in her eyes spilled over onto her cheeks at his final words, and his lips left her ear to kiss the salt from her skin. She was clutching him tightly, her arms around his neck and her body trembling so hard she might have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her up.

Jaime. Her Jaime.

She put her lips to his ear and told him how much she loved him in return.

“I will.”

#jaime x brienne #braime #braime fic #braime ff #j x b #game of thrones #got #got fic #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #mine: fanfic

[scoundrels-in-love]

Climb on your tears like a ladder to a rose, baby (There's a time to rest, There's a time to move on)

Three times Brienne doesn't have a birthday party and the one she does.

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Brienne-centric | Angst and Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Grief | No Major Character Death | Birthday blues | And gradual growth | Happy, Hopeful ending

Also on AO3.

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Disclaimer: This work is in no way or form related to author's personal life or personal wish fulfillment. /s

That said, early Happy New Year, everyone! Thank you for sharing so much love and creativity, whether in procuring new content or amazing comments, or pressing that kudos button!  Best of wishes in the 2021, may we all find healing or at least a glimpse of hope it is possible.

I

Brienne is ten and there is a movie on the large, chunky TV that sometimes needs to be smacked to work right. Specifically, there's a birthday party scene, complete with pretty banners and colorful balloons in shapes she didn't know were sold, and they're singing Happy Birthday and the child is blowing out birthday candles. Making a wish. The girl shares it with her friend later and Brienne scoffs, because everyone knows you're not supposed to say your wishes out loud. (That way, your dad's eyes don't get sad when he knows he can't fulfill it.)

Other than that, she doesn't really think about it much, never has. It's as foreign to her as the palm trees and sipping juice from a coconut. She supposes it's real to someone, somewhere, but not to her. People of Tarth have a different song to sing, but most of them don't sing any at all, nor did they blow out candles before they picked the tradition up from Mainlanders recently.

At least, that's what Brienne thinks. It's not like she's been to any birthday parties. But that's what her dad has told her of how he grew up. And that's how it continues in their household.

She gets a tight hug and a kiss on top of her head and a few presents, and a cake that doesn't have a shiny candle in it, but tastes just as good.

It's good and it's warm, when winter winds run hungry for snow to chase, and she doesn't wonder if she'd be like that kid in the other movie, the one to whose birthday party no one came.

She doesn't.

II

She is twenty three and she is picking out her own birthday cake. Her eyes skip over the number candles, because she's far too old for that kind of thing, and she doesn't even want the cake. She just doesn't want to think how sad he'd be if she didn't buy it. It’s her first after his passing and the thought of his worry is sharp. It’s never been deserved, but inescapable, because that’s what parents do, except she never managed to do what children are supposed to - to provide and take care so the final years are long and kind.

The cake blurs slightly as she exits the store, across the street from her apartment complex that seems to have lost the last of its colors in these winter months and the few strung up Sevenmas lights highlight that.

Brienne thinks her peers would call her insane if she told them she thinks winter in King's Landing is a lot more bleak than the ones she spent on Tarth. There is sharp quality to the contrast between the pale sky and darkening, rich color of water, even the jagged cliff edges stretching toward the horizon. It keeps one vigilant, wakeful. Here, the mild autumn grows more dulled and wraps everyone in an unassuming cocoon that slowly drifts toward spring, which finally hatches not quite rested.

But they have called her uglier things, too.

"Words are wind," her dad would tell her, but the wind isn't the same here, it doesn't take anything with it, only swirls dust around her. Brienne chokes on it, chokes on the echo as well.

Her father had loved the best he could, loved her truly, and if that rent ravines in her ribs, prone to collapsing in on themselves until she stacks them up again like a house of cards, then what hope of being loved gently, wholly, purposefully does she have?

She misses being hugged and told it's okay even when it's clearly a lie. She misses the certainty that her own love wasn't selfish. "He is in a better place now," they had told her, as if it didn't mean she had failed him utterly, repeatedly, until she had carved a crypt in the stone with her pacing?

Brienne falls asleep crying in a bed that doesn't feel hers, but she can't remember last time anything did.

III

Brienne is twenty eight and she pauses at the hallway mirror to fix her ponytail. There is half eaten cake on the kitchen table, bought at half price as leftover from Sevenmas, and a freshly opened wine bottle. It's the same kind her dad had brought her for her eighteenth birthday and she's never bothered to find another one she likes. (It tastes like the kind of summer she's never had.)

In this light, it's hard to tell if the shadows beneath her eyes are from the bit of mascara she had tried to scrub away a minute ago or the exhaustion she unintentionally cultivates like a little succulent garden on the windowsill.

She doesn't focus on the ugly or the beautiful of her face now, it's not what caught her attention. Brienne just stares at her reflection and thinks how she looks neither young nor old, that she just is. And that she has no idea what it means.

Shouldn't she know? Shouldn't she know by now? Shouldn't she be past the age where she is grabbing at dream colored smoke? Shouldn't she...

Brienne looks away before the first tears fall.

She eats her cake and thinks how her dad had told her that hawthorn and cranberries alike turn almost sweet after the first frost. How many frosts have been there now? Brienne's lost the count and the feeling of warmth alike.

She ends up drinking a little too much of the wine and going to bed early, looking at the single candle-look alike flickering on the table and willing herself to sleep after this completely ordinary day that should’ve been something, but it never is. (She isn’t.)

+ IV

Brienne is thirty six and her sides hurt from laughing.

She extracts herself from the couch corner, which Jaime immediately expands into like a lazy cat while flashing her a grin. When she comes back, he might try to coax her into his lap and maybe she will even concede.

She opens another juice carton and refills her glass, leans against the counter and watches her friends arguing over a board game in the living room. It's odd, to know you belong and yet to be so aware of it in this moment, and she cannot quite throw herself back in there, even though it is no mirage she could simply crash through. Instead, Brienne follows the cool and tethering moonlight that has looped itself around her feet.

She steps out into the garden - because that's a thing she has now. There is a thin, crunchy layer of snow that will bite through her fluffy slippers any moment now, chasing her back inside. But for now, she cranes her face toward the sky, sending white little puffs of breath chasing after clouds that slip across the moon.

The door opens behind her and she doesn't look who it is, because there's no one here that she'd want to hide away from. She's lucky, Brienne thinks, that trust was never a truly foreign concept to her, though she's had to learn how to expand it and recognize its many forms like a toddler would with a shape sorter.

Arms wrap around her waist and Brienne allows herself to lean back and rest against Jaime's chest as he props his chin on her shoulder. She considers telling him that she's fine, because she likes to say that, now that she knows how it feels to truly mean it, even if it's not every day. Instead, she allows the bittersweet ache in her chest to mend itself with his quiet warmth.

She hopes that next time she dreams of her dad, she can tell him of this night, to not worry quite so much, and that peace sounds a little like the sound of her friends' laughter drifting through the door left ajar and Jaime humming in her ear.

#Jaime x Brienne #braime #braime ff #rainy writes stuff #my fic

[plaquettaire00]

All right world, I'm in Italy, in quarantine. I need A LOT of braime fanfic. I want epic, I don't want to stop reading... Come on, show me support!

I loved "everyone has a secret" and since I read it I can't find something that thrills me like it... so go on, epic!

#braime fanfiction #braime #jaime lannister #braime ff #braime au #brienne of tarth #jaime x brienne #quarantine

[thisisamadhouse]

You know you have spent too much time reading Braime fanfictions when you see the trailer for Netflix's Tall Girl and immediately think:

"This kind of looks like the Brienne/Jaime High school AU I read the other day"

#brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #braime ff #tall girl netflix

[lannnistertrash]

prompt: I could have taken a whole season of Brienne’s family trying to marry her off to multiple men bc they don’t like Jaime and Jaime destroying every single attempt

Brienne couldn’t help being annoyed at this point. It was humorous at first, the idea of her father trying desperately to marry her off. She would humor him.

The idea that her father did not approve of Ser Jaime nagged at her but she could understand the hesitation. For he never saw him as anything but the Kingslayer, he did not know Jaime the way she did. 

He got on her nerves more times than not. She was still bitter that he had almost gotten himself killed during the battle in King’s Landing and for leaving her in such a way. This was the way that she would get back at him. Dating her way through Tarth.

Brienne readied herself for her third suitor, having a lady’s maid fit her into the tight corset. It wasn’t her at all. She couldn’t breathe and desperately wished for the day to be over.

He wasn’t terrible to look at, he didn’t have any scars that she could see and he just didn’t feel like he was a warrior. It would never work between them and she smiled to herself thinking of Jaime.

Ser Darren had decided to take them on a stroll through the gardens. Not something that she would choose to do. If anything, she would enjoy a good sparring and knocking him into the dust. But Brienne knew that she had to be on her best behavior.

“Mother!”  Brienne heard a call from behind her. Turning quickly she notice a young boy around the age of 8 or so running towards her. Confused, she stopped to let the boy catch up to them.

The boy gave her a large smile, a mischievous look in his eyes, “Mother! Father has been searching for you all day. He wanted me to tell you to meet him back in the castle and he needed a hand with something.”

Brienne felt her cheeks get hot. She could not believe that this was happening. Her first thought went right to Jaime.

Darren looked between the boy and Brienne, his mouth opening and closing, speechless, “Brienne, what -”

“If you would excuse me, maybe we could finish this walk another day.” She tried to contain her annoyance. Grabbing the child by his arm, she marched him back towards the castle. Once there she let the boy go and he ran down the path back towards the city, laughing as he went.

Letting out a breath she marched her way to find Jaime in her chambers. He looked over to her, innocent looking as ever.

“Where in all the lands did you even find this child?” She crossed her arms and glared at him, “I’m hoping you did not just steal him from his parents.”

“I paid the boy well I assure you. No stealing was necessary,” He grinned at her.

“You are quite a jealous man, aren’t you?” She watched as he rose from her bed and walked towards her, smiling all the way.

“I am as you well know. Can you blame me?” Jaime wrapped her arms around her and kissed her, leaving her breathless, “I am yours and you are mine.”

“I am yours and you are mine,” She repeated, smiling softly. She was where she belonged.

#i can't write for shit #but HEY #idk something along these lines #jaime x brienne #jaime x brienne ff #braime #braime ff #got ff #game of thrones ff #la la la

[johannawesterling]

Yo people go read The Unwilling King by @aviss . It is incredible. 

#jaime x brienne #braime #braime ff #aviss

[jackieorioncat]

So ready, even now, for those fix it fanfiction stories for this season of Game of Thrones. Bring on the better writing please, my friends. I'm tired of being mad and disappointed.

#got #game of thrones #game of thrones ff #got ff #game of thrones fanfiction #jonerys #jonerys ff #braime ff #braime

[sapphicsongbirdblues]

Has anyone written a Braime Jane Bond AU bc I need to read one ASAP.

My gay heart years for a Jaime as a Bond Girl , Brienne as a Bad Ass Agent story

#jaime x brienne #braime #braime ff #asoiaf #got #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister

[batmanqa12]

Do you know whats a real sacrifice?

When you enter an unfinished ff and the last chapter have been released a few years ago

And you still begin to read it

(And later on suffer because of your own stupidity

#ff #fanfic #awesome fanfic #reading #fanboy #fangirl #fannonbinary #frostiron #clex #iorweth x roche #braime #entrapdak #ships #shipping #shipping problems

[frozenbb]

Finding a new j/b fic to read:

Knowing that you’re gonna have to go through j/c stuff at first:

#braime #jaime x brienne #ao3 #but it's worth it <3 #this is a joke obviously ffs keep me sane and i couldn't be more grateful for them #my stuff

[152glasslippers]

don’t wait or say a single vow

Summary: I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion but you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl

Braime modern AU. Song fic.

Yes, the song is Speak Now by Taylor Swift. No, I’m not sorry.

“He’s getting married today.”

“I know.”

“Jaime. Is getting married. Today.”

“Yes, so you’ve said.”

Sansa gapes at her from across her kitchen.

“And?”

“And what?”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

Brienne yanks the faucet on, lets the sound of the water splashing into the kettle buy her time. Sets it on the stove with a heavy clunk and a heavier sigh.

“Nothing.”

She turns the knob under the burner, waits for the gas to light and counts down in her head. Three, two, one.

“What do you mean nothing?!” Sansa shrieks, the shrill pitch completely at odds with her icy blue glare.

“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon. The wedding starts in an hour. What do you expect me to do?”

“Go! Tell him not to marry her.”

Brienne’s brain stutters and her throat works over words she can’t force out.

“I—Look at me.” Brienne throws out her arms. “I can’t go to a wedding.” Her white button-down and soft, worn jeans fit her well, tailored perfectly to her long limbs by Sansa’s expert hands, but they’re hardly wedding attire. Especially when the wedding in question is a black-tie event. “Technically, I was uninvited,” she protests weakly.

Sansa levels her a flat stare.

“Brienne. I love you, but I’m suggesting you break up a wedding at the last minute. Showing up in jeans without an invitation would be the least of your social transgressions.”

Brienne swallows down a wave of anxiety.

“I can’t.”

“You have to. He loves you.”

Brienne looks down at the floor, her vision blurring. “You don’t know that,” she whispers.

“Do you love him?”

A single tear lands on her left shoe.

“Yes.”

“Then you have to tell him. You can’t let this be your story. You can’t let him marry the wrong girl.” She watches Sansa’s feet cross the kitchen tile, squeezes her eyes shut against the tears when she feels Sansa grip her hand where it rests on the counter. “You can’t resign yourself to a lifetime of unhappiness.”

“It’s too late.”

“No.” Sansa shakes her head. “It’s not. But it will be.”

The tea kettle whistles on the stove next to them. Sansa reaches over and turns off the heat.

“Time’s up,” she says. “What’ll it be?”

read the rest on ao3

#jaime x brienne #braime #braime fic #braime ff #j x b #game of thrones #got #got fic #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #mine: fanfic #apparently i write song fic now #i'm not mad about it

[scoundrels-in-love]

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged?

Thank you for the lovely prompt. This obviously ran away from my be kind to your broken arm and write 3 sentence things concept.

She knows the exact moment Jaime notices her - she doesn’t know how else to  describe it other than the morning sun leaping straight to midday’s relentless brightness. His obvious joy (his smile, brighter than any memory can contain) melts and reforms the anxiety her stomach in all new twists and knots.

While Brienne spends few seconds saying quiet thanks to her ribcage for butterfly-net catching her somersaulting heart, he has shoved his way out of the small crowd of other ferry passengers and onto the docks.

And then he’s flying toward her, bags dropped haphazardly on the wooden boards, and she only has a moment to think ‘someone could trip over them’ and awkwardly raise her arms, not quite to stop or to embrace him, and then his are wrapped around her with impact that leaves her breathless.

Jaime laughs, hugging her even tighter and lifting her momentarily from the ground. She lets out a startled laugh, clinging to his shoulders instinctively and the contact seems to pour his giddiness into her, like he’s an overflowing golden goblet (she wants to hold him like this forever, wants to know how his joy would taste when glittering on their mouths).

And then she does, because the moment her feet are back on the ground he surges upward and kisses her. It’s everything; surreal and a smidge awkward at first angle, and sweeter than anything she could have tried to imagine (which she had).

“What was that?” Brienne asks when they part, her voice sturdier than the swirl of uncertain joy and hope making messy tornado of her thoughts.

“I wanted to start the summer right, like I should have last year,” he explains, taking on hopeless war with wind to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear with gentleness that hits a bullseye on a yearning target she wasn’t even aware she had. But then his affectionate smile falls as he freezes.

“I... I just missed you so much, but I should have asked or waited--”

She doesn’t to kiss him again.

(Brienne is mortified when her father seems to know about it before they even make it back to the house, but she doesn’t regret it, not even when Jaime suggests reenactment for the general store aunties if they’ll give a discount.)

Send me prompt and maybe I’ll write a short thing?<3

#rainy writes stuff #my fic #braime ff #braime #this is just some cute uni au idk #let! them! be! happily! ooc! #god ive not written in so long #firesign23 #sent on a cloud