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I just realized that I should probably say this rn but my Jaime stuff will be moved over to the multi, which I’m currently writing bios for. Once I get Jaime’s bio posted I’m moved over there permanently.
All that to say I’m probably going to cut off all my threads here since I should be fully moved soon (knock on wood). Catch me over at @versin-surfin in the meantime. Hope to see y’all lovely people over there soon!
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Daenerys had been horrified when the green fire swept over the city and past the gates destroying everything including the siege tents closest to the wall. Dazed and sickened, Dany had received only blame from Tyrion and Jon Snow, but Ser Jaime shouted them down, defending her. Dany thought of him later when she allowed Jon Snow an audience. Ramblings of the North became… unhinged so quickly, that she felt shock before pain when the knife pierced her heart. There was pain and then nothingness for a senseless amount of time and then… a booming voice broke the endless silence.
“How dare they touch you!” The darkness receded and from the shadows a handsome figure appeared, though long, silver hair, red eyes, dragon wings and horns whispered not human. Warm, elegant fingers gently stroked her cheek as he smiled regretfully. “It is not yet time for you to be at my side, Daenerys. Fear not, I will be with you from now on. Return to your destiny, little one.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and she woke to morning light, sitting up in surprise to find herself back in the Meereen pyramid in her old chambers. A name whispered in her thoughts - Balerion - and Dany remembered all that had passed.
Everything including knowing that Missandei was at the door and then the knock came. Her scribe spoke of a visitor and Dany knew. In a deep blue dress, she hurried down to the audience chamber where Ser Jaime Lannister awaited, waving away her Ko. “I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Be at ease, Ser Jaime. You have traveled far - rooms and a bath will be prepared for you. After you have refreshed yourself, Missandei will bring you to my library where we may share a meal and talk,” Dany declared with a warm smile. “We have much to discuss, Ser Jaime. I trust you will not keep me waiting.”
Something was wrong in all of this; if Jaime was more skilled at carving into words and expressions he could doubtless understand what was so wrong about this scenario. However, he was not. He was simply tired, surprised, and relieved to not be facing his own eminent death; and if that was why her words seemed to ring slightly hollow... well. So be it.
“I- thank you.” He took a final sip from his own wineglass before setting it down on the table. “You will have an answer soon, though I cannot predict what it will be at the moment and do not wish to be false. But no matter what it is, your generosity has earned my gratitude.” For however long he will be in the city. The former knight looked into her amethyst eyes one last time, then he rose to stand.
“While I worked the closest to your father, I did fight alongside your brother Rhaegar and occasionally saw him towards the beginning of my time in the Kingsguard. He was a good man, despite his later actions. I hope I am not to forward in saying you carry yourself much like him.”
“Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” (from goldenidiotpass)
“I hate him! I hate him, I hate him!” Joanna sobbed, pacing up and down the length of the room like an animal wounded and caged. It was official now- Aerys Targaryen was worse than Grandfather. She hadn’t thought anyone could be. “How the fuck can you work for someone like that?”
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“You would do that for me?” Joanna clung to him tightly, his white cloak bunched in her fists. She didn’t think anyone had ever offered to make such an enormous sacrifice for her before: she was touched that her uncle cared so much, but she was also infinitely aware that she was not worth it.
She shook her head. “He would see that as treason… Goodness knows how he would punish you, our whole family in fact. I can’t let that happen to you all, just for me. And it wouldn’t make a difference anyway, he’d still take whatever he wanted from me, he’s the king!”
Joanna clamped her lips together hard to stop them from quivering, wiped the tears from her eyes and stuck her chin up in the air with all the pride she could muster. “Queen Rhaella and Grandmother put up with him, with dignity and inner strength… I will have to try to do the same.” There could be no lashing out, no fury, no roaring… However much she stiffened her resolve now though, she couldn’t help but wonder how quickly that might crumble when tested.
Jaime tucked a couple of stray hairs behind Joanna’s face. True, any actions he took would result in both him and his family being punished, but surely he should do something, right? He would have to find a way. He owed it to his niece and to the Queen, to atone for the nights spent outside her door to find a way to stop this. She and her parents had been through enough.
“I believe you are capable of both. I am sorry you must use them, Sweetling.” He would rather encourage her to defend herself, but there truly was no defense against the King. At least, not in the way Jaime was skilled at. That was Cersei and Tyrion’s strong suit.
"I know you and your aunt do not get along.” A severe understatement. “But, she knows how to protect herself without any attention drawn to herself. Lions do not always have to roar to be feared.” And while Cersei clearly wanted nothing more than to throw Joanna into Blackwater Bay, the wrath of both Tyrion and their father would stay her hand. Jaime would rather the young lioness learn cruelty than be consumed by dragons.
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Jaime Lannister, former captive of Robb Stark, was lost.
All in all, the North was almost pleasant in the summer, even if he couldn’t take much time to truly appreciate it. No, he had been on the run for almost a week after killing his guards and it was finally catching up to him. But he had to keep going. He was a Kingsguard and a Lannister, and he would not be captured by that boy again.
Dirty, tired, and hungry, the knight spotted what could be a garden- or a godswood, but he doubted it was that. After a brief internal debate, he decides to risk the possibility of getting caught. A garden meant the chance of an orchard, and the chance of food other than what the forests seemed worth it. At the worst, he would be held while a raven was sent and could use the time to escape again. At the best, his father’s men occupied the place.
Once inside the boundaries of the garden, Jaime kneels by a tree to catch his breath.
She frowned as he asked this question. How was it he didn’t know where he was? Even though she reached towards him to hand over the food, she stayed back. There was something amiss here.
“I’m afraid you are quite far from Winterfell,” she answered gently. “We are about half a day’s journey to Oldstones. Are you… were you looking to get back to Winterfell?”
Since he had taken the food, she stepped away again. Suddenly she felt worried. Her maid knew where she was, but wouldn’t expect to see her till supper, which was hours away yet. Her father quite possibly was deep into his second bottle of the day. Who would know to look for her or help her? The blue eyes that studied her were so very familiar. Not someone she knew well, but maybe… Her whole body went cold.
It was Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer.
Half a day’s journey from Oldstones. Not in the complete wrong direction, but still not where he wanted to be. Oh well. He gratefully accepted the food, quickly taking a few cookies and eating them; they weren’t the most filling, but they were good and much better than what he had been eating. He opened his mouth to thank the Lady and answer her question, when her own expression changed.
There. The recognition of just who exactly she was talking to.
He sighed and leaned back on his heels. “Lady Carroll,” he softly started, “I have no intention of attacking anyone here. I really don’t. And before you ask, your King in the North was not harmed by my escape.” Despite the derision of the title, the tone remained serious. “I am sure you wish to keep it that way as well?” Jaime Lannister was still a dangerous man, after all.
When making a multimuse I wanted to find a way to work goldenidiotpass into it without making it confusing with this blog and then remembered custom tags exist so that will be the asoif/got tag on there
affectionate prompts
“ i’m happy when you’re around. ”
“ i like having you here. ”
“ i’m glad you came. ”
“ just tell me what you need. let me give it to you? ”
“ why are you smiling at me like that? ”
“ i trust you with parts of myself i’m afraid to show anyone else. ”
“ you have a good heart. ”
“ your eyes look so beautiful in this lighting. ”
“ i’m all yours. not going anywhere. ”
“ you have my full attention. ”
“ i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now. ”
“ follow me, i have a surprise for you. ”
“ you make me feel brave. ”
“ come walk with me. let’s get some air. ”
“ c’mere. sit down. tell me what’s going on. ”
“ i want you around. if i didn’t, i wouldn’t be here would i? ”
“ it’s okay, you can sit here with me for as long as you’d like. ”
“ here, take my hand. ”
“ stay still— i’m trying to hug you. ”
“ do you like my new dress? ”
“ do you like my new suit? ”
“ could you hug me again? i think i need it. ”
“ i like hearing your heart beating when i put my head on your chest. ”
“ i like watching you work. ”
“ just sit there. i’m going to make you something to eat. ”
“ why don’t you tell me what i can do to make your day better? ”
“ what’s on your mind? i want to listen. ”
“ i sure you hope you don’t think you’re walking out that door without giving me a kiss first. ”
“ i know i need to go but— one more kiss. ”
“ here, take my jacket. you look like you need it more. ”
“ keep the jacket, looks better on you. ”
“ you just make me feel good when you’re here. i feel better any time you’re around. ”
“ i don’t feel whole unless i’m touching you. ”
[ GRIN ] for one muse to reach out and playfully push the other’s cheeks up to make their lips curve into smile.
[ PRESS ] for one muse to poke either side of the other’s cheeks where smile dimples would be.
[ BOOP ] for one muse to playfully tap the other’s nose with their finger.
[ LIGHT ] for one muse to kiss the other’s cheek.
[ WARM ] for one muse to take off their jacket and drape it around the other who is cold.
[ COMFORT ] for one muse to place a jacket or blanket around the other’s shoulders because they’re upset.
[ TEASE ] for one muse to squish the other’s face between their hands.
[ SCOLD ] for one muse to gently pinch the other’s cheek in response to something they said.
[ REST ] for one muse to rest their head against the other’s shoulder while they talk.
[ REASSURE ] for one muse to place their hand on the other’s back as a subtle comforting gesture.
[ SAFE ] for one muse to wrap their arm around the other’s shoulders and kiss their temple.
[ LEAP ] for one muse to run and jump into the other’s arms because they’re excited to see them.
[ SEEK ] for one muse to track down the other at a crowded function because they noticed they slipped away.
[ COMPANY ] for muses to sit on a balcony or roof together sharing a drink/food/joint etc.
[ HELD ] for one muse to offer their hand out to the other to hold to comfort them.
[ REACH ] for one muse to reach out and take the other’s hand to comfort them.
[ LACE ] for one muse to hook their arm around the other’s while they walk.
[ INTERTWINE ] for one muse to offer their arm to the other while they walk.
[ DIRECT ] for one muse to pull the other into that kind of hug where their hand rests against their head and they tuck them under their chin.
[ SLEEP ] one muse discovers the other napping and simply joins them.
[ EQUAL ] for a taller muse to pick up the other and place them sitting on a counter/table so they can be eye level.
[ URGE ] for one muse to move their arm to be around the other’s shoulder or over the back of a chair so the one sitting next to them can scoot closer.
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I chose three of Beth and went for more of a GOT canon feel
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I decided to go with 4, half in canon and half in modern.
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“Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” (from goldenidiotpass)
“I hate him! I hate him, I hate him!” Joanna sobbed, pacing up and down the length of the room like an animal wounded and caged. It was official now- Aerys Targaryen was worse than Grandfather. She hadn’t thought anyone could be. “How the fuck can you work for someone like that?”
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Jaime sighed at the question. He couldn’t tell her he asked himself the same thing more and more frequently, or even that he asked himself the same thing. His niece did not need to be aware of that particular burden. Instead he answered, “I have to keep my vows, Joanna. And as awful as he is to our family, I think he would be much worse if I quit.”
Stepping away from the closed door, he moves closer to her. “Tell me what he said to you.”
Why did he have to keep them? Men broke their wedding vows all the time, and Kingsguard vows weren’t so different.
Joanna wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell him. It would make him angry and upset… But perhaps she wanted Jaime to be angry and upset with Aerys. “He… well, he thought I was grandmother.” If only she didn’t carry her name, or look like her… or if only the king had been sane enough to tell the difference. “He called my Tywin’s little piece of ass. He started talking about things he had done to me- her- before, things he could do in the future. He said we could watch a prisoner burned alive for our pleasure and then go up to his chambers. He said not to mind about what the queen would think.”
Joanna was shaking now, looking down at the thin red scratches on her arms from his long nails where he’d grabbed at her. “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t come in when you did… I can’t go near him again, I can’t!” If she did, her own claws might come out and that would be disastrous. But she couldn’t cower and hide away from him either, that was not what lionesses did… “I’m not safe, I’m not, don’t you see?”
As Joanna spoke, he saw red. Oh there had been plenty of rumors told in the court about his mother and the King. The man himself even spat a few in Jaime’s face (and so they weren’t really rumors, were they? Not when the man swore on the Seven a few of them happened) during his more nostalgic moods. But Aerys Targaryen was mad and cruel and it was so easy to push those aside and deny them as disgusting lies.
He had manhandled Jaime’s niece probably would have tried taking her back into his bedchamber. That could not be dismissed.
He would not dismiss it.
Jaime took the girl in his arms and held her in a tight embrace. In a low whisper, he told her, “If he tries to touch you again, I will forget my vows.” His father would be furious beyond words, but Joanna was a Lannister, and when one lion was threatened, the whole pride came to their defense. They would both show how dangerous their claws really were. “I do not care who is in the room, I will make sure it is the last time he tries anything.”
@goldenidiotpass sent: ❝ i want to deserve you. i’m trying to deserve you. ❞
Brienne raised an eyebrow before reaching over to squeeze Jaime’s hand. “You do deserve me, Jaime. You are a good, honorable man, Jaime Lannister. I do not know why you do not see that.” She smiled shyly and kissed his cheek. “How can I help you believe me?”
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“Sorry,” she murmured, accepting the peck on her cheek with a small smile. “Force of habit, I’m afraid.” She took a breath before continuing, pushing down the dark thoughts that appeared. “I couldn’t do it without you either, so I suppose we are even in that.”
Jaime understood that sort of habit- his own still needed to be broken- and just rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb. “The perfect team.” With a content sigh, he changes the subject slightly. “And since we are talking about good parents, should we have your dad over soon? I know he’s got to be dying to see Ash again.”
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Jaime Lannister, former captive of Robb Stark, was lost.
All in all, the North was almost pleasant in the summer, even if he couldn’t take much time to truly appreciate it. No, he had been on the run for almost a week after killing his guards and it was finally catching up to him. But he had to keep going. He was a Kingsguard and a Lannister, and he would not be captured by that boy again.
Dirty, tired, and hungry, the knight spotted what could be a garden- or a godswood, but he doubted it was that. After a brief internal debate, he decides to risk the possibility of getting caught. A garden meant the chance of an orchard, and the chance of food other than what the forests seemed worth it. At the worst, he would be held while a raven was sent and could use the time to escape again. At the best, his father’s men occupied the place.
Once inside the boundaries of the garden, Jaime kneels by a tree to catch his breath.
Peace and quiet… that’s what she needed.
Lady Elizabeth Carroll slipped out of her home. As she got older, her father took to his drink earlier and earlier in the day. He wasn’t mean or hurtful. Simply loud and crass. It was best to simply keep her distance.
With a book in one hand and a small parcel of her favorite cookies in the other, she made her way into the garden. As a child she climbed these trees eagerly. Now that she was a young woman, Lady of the house in almost every sense, she knew it wasn’t appropriate to climb high. Instead she settled on one of the lower branches. It was her favorite spot in the garden.
Rustling noises didn’t disturb her at all. But soon it was clear there was something more than birds and rabbits running in the brush. Movement captured her attention. With wide blue eyes she watched the man stumble through the paths. He was dirty, possibly hurt. And if she screamed he could kill her before anyone could help her.
Leaning out so he would see her, she held her hands up. Maybe he would understand she didn’t want any trouble. “Sir do you need help?”
Seven hells, the garden is occupied. Great, simply wonderful.
But Jaime Lannister will not run away like a common thief and craven. No, he is better than that, and he will not encourage any rumors of the sort. Instead he raises his head to look at the woman who called out, slightly surprised to see her in a tree. Well then. At least her concern appeared genuine, and she did not appear to wish him harm. A small blessing.
“I… would appreciate that, yes.” Caution was still needed, he is in enemy territory after all. “I appear to be horribly lost, and if you would not mind me resting in your beautiful garden, I would owe you a great favor.” Favor that would be much better than the other Northerners he owed, certainly.
“I do not wish to harm you, My Lady, rest assured. Unless you plan on attacking me?”
Did he really think she would dare try attacking him? The thought was almost laughable. Gently sliding to the ground, she studied him. There was something almost familiar about him. Who was he?
“Are you hungry?” Shyly she reached out to show him the small bag of cookies she had brought for herself. “It isn’t much, but I can go for something more if you like.” He must be of nobility. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself even though he was lost and dirty… she was wildly curious. At least he did not wish to harm her. For now, anyway.
“I’m Lady Elizabeth Carroll. My strengths do not lie in attacking anyone,” she teased lightly.
Lady Elizabeth Carroll was either incredibly brave, held incredible faith in the protections of her castle’s men, or she was incredibly stupid. Perhaps a combination of the three. But, she was offering him food and pleasant conversation, so Jaime made no remarks of the sort. Instead, he nodded politely back to her. If she did not recognize the Kingslayer, he wanted to keep it that way for a little longer.
"Any food you would be willing to give I will accept, My Lady. I am not in much of a position to be picky,” he joked. He looked around the garden again in the hopes of picking up any familiar scenery. None whatsoever. Unfortunate. “May I ask about how far this estate is from- Winterfell? The woods nearby are so easy to get turned around in, and I’m afraid I did get quite turned around.” He had almost asked for Harrenhall, which would have been a dead giveaway what side of the war he was on. Winterfell would have to do.
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Daenerys knew that her Dothraki would not agree with her on this one point, but they would obey and that was all she could ask for in this situation. Her… return would change many things, not the least of which would be the spared lives of her people in future battles - battles that she knew. And this time, Dany would have Ser Jaime at her side for she was certain that is where he belonged in this new life. All the foolish restraints she had placed upon herself and her armies in the past were gone, replaced with the sharp cunning that had captured every major city in Essos.
“Yes, I know how useless even a Knight’s oath really is. True loyalty doesn’t need an oath,” Daenerys admitted, pausing to take a sip of wine. “I have… heard of this Mountain. The savage dog of your father. If all that is said of that creature is true, had you tried, you would be dead alongside my good sister and the children.” Dany shook her head. “I will take my vengeance upon that monstrosity soon enough,” she stated grimly. Did he know that his sister took that monster to her side? It mattered little. Dany would make that creature suffer before she granted it the mercy of death.
One eyebrow rose - not at the words of her father, but at her title. “There is another Kingsguard within these city walls, one who has been by my side for some time. He has never hid that my father grew worse after he was kidnapped. Much worse. But you tolerated those things alongside him as well. Why then did you turn on your King when your father’s army was at the city gates? After my brother fell on the Trident?” Daenerys pressed though she knew the answer. It was important that Jaime tell her himself, both for himself and for their future together.
Another Kingsguard? Here? Most likely Ser Barristan Selmy, and the thought did not comfort Jaime. It doesn’t scare him, either. It settles somewhere in the uneasiness of dread, and does not wash down with more wine.
“I... You will need to hear of how and why I became a Kingsguard. I promise I am not avoiding your question, I am providing context.” He waited long enough for an objection. When none greeted him, he took a deep breath and told the Queen everything.
The words were much the same as when he first told her, as are the pauses taken to either anticipate questions or to take bites of food. He did not shy away from the details of her mother’s suffering, or the cruel deaths of Eddard Stark’s father and brother. And while he hesitated at first, Jaime also tells Daenerys of her brother’s abducting Lyanna Stark and the ensuing rebellion that killed him. His eyes never rose to her face while he spoke. Instead they stared at the table, focused on the past.
Finally, once the story finished, they look up into hers. Jaime expected to see sadness, fury, even a cool mask of nothingness in them, but not compassion. As much as the lion wanted to look away again from the woman in front of him, he forced himself to instead lean back and hold their gaze. It was too much to do in silence, however, and he asked, “Will you say something? I do not care what. Curses, questions, thanks, a call for my head, a dismissal, but just... please say something.”
“Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” (from goldenidiotpass)
“I hate him! I hate him, I hate him!” Joanna sobbed, pacing up and down the length of the room like an animal wounded and caged. It was official now- Aerys Targaryen was worse than Grandfather. She hadn’t thought anyone could be. “How the fuck can you work for someone like that?”
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Jaime sighed at the question. He couldn’t tell her he asked himself the same thing more and more frequently, or even that he asked himself the same thing. His niece did not need to be aware of that particular burden. Instead he answered, “I have to keep my vows, Joanna. And as awful as he is to our family, I think he would be much worse if I quit.”
Stepping away from the closed door, he moves closer to her. “Tell me what he said to you.”
Hyperfixation has won out so will be making GOT multimuse because Podrick Payne my beloved
Modern Jaime x Brienne- requested by @goldenidiotpass
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY LOVELY THANK YOU!!!
Also 100% what I imagine them telling the story of how they ended up together to Brienne’s dad looks like lol
