JB Fic Exchange Recs - AU Multi-Chapter
Our fanfic cup runneth over, it really does!Ā Fics so good I want to marry them (sorry hubs).Ā You should definitely check the following @jaime-brienne-fic-exchange fics out as soon as you have a chance (along with all the others available too)!
Teach Me the Courage of Stars - Jaime is a Duke who is left to care for his niece and nephew on his own.Ā Catelyn, Duchess of Winterfell, is an amazing friend who has the idea that a certain other friend of hers might be able to help him out.Ā I loved the regency aspect of this and all of the wonderful letter correspondence through which we get to know our beloved characters.Ā I love the secret identity aspect, the sibling relationships, the science, the storms.Ā This fic is intelligent, fun, romantic, and eventually whew steamy!Ā Check it out!
Excerpt 1 (from one of Jaimeās letters):
Alas, it seems, however, my wish to no longer be grieving, to once more be returned to my days as a bachelor, does not simply manifest it. Instead, I spend my days determining how to best be a father to my orphaned niece and nephew, and break propriety by introducing myself to a new acquaintance via the written word.
Yours respectfully,
Jaime Lannister
Excerpt 2:
Jaime knocked on the door, and he was greeted by a starry-eyed Brienne. Her hair was down in a loose braid, and the storm had wisps of hair escaping the braid to stand on end, and Jaime was utterly charmed by the ridiculousness of it. She was wrapped practically in a dressing gown of her own, but Jaime couldnāt help but realize that Brienne was surely wearing naught but her sleeping shift underneath it.
Sweet wounded Warrior, control yourself, dammit.
āCasterly!ā Brienne exclaimed, a smile lighting up her face like the lightning crackling from the window. She covered her mouth the instant the name he had given Tourmaline leave to use had escaped, and Jaimeās hand flexed with a sudden desire to drag that hand away from her mouth. When they had first met, Jaime had been taken aback by the inches she had over him, and he wished he could blame scientific curiosity on his desire to understand what kissing Brienne in all her glorious height would feel like.
Vows - 27 Dresses inspired JB fic.Ā Jaime gets to know Brienne as the subject of a blog article related to her extensive wedding party experience.Ā The closet oā past bridesmaid/best woman dresses/outfits scene is great.Ā Thereās cake tasting.Ā Renly & Loras are perfectly self-absorbed grooms-to-be.Ā Jaime can paint centerpieces!Ā Enjoyed the sibling relationships in this one too. Thereās some Sansa/Jaime time.Ā There are grand gestures.Ā This fic is just so funny, cute, relatable, and sweet with much great JB banter.Ā It left me very happy!
Excerpt 1:
āI always thought Iād never meet someone whoād been to nearly as many weddings as me,ā Jaime said. āBut youāre pretty close.ā
Brienne looked at him then likeĀ heĀ was being strange. āWell I donāt particularlyĀ likeĀ weddings,ā she said. āNot like you do.ā
Well Jaime didnāt particularly like weddings anymore either, but he couldnāt come out and say that, now could he?
āWhat donāt you like about them, Blue?ā he asked. She shot him another one of her angry looks.Ā
āI just ā people spend all that money, and it doesnāt guarantee anything besides a nice party. And half the time the more money you spend, the least likely you are to make it. And people get so wrapped up in things that donāt matter, and āā
āThen why be in twenty-seven of them?ā
Brienne sighed, like Jaime was an absolute idiot. He kind of felt like one.Ā
āI just want my friends to be happy.ā She seemed embarrassed by the answer. Jaime thought it was rather nice.
Excerpt 2:
He chuckled and pulled her a little closer, so his lips were very near her ear. āThe nightās almost over, Blue. Iāve got all the cold hard facts. But you canāt really write up a wedding without fully experiencing it.ā He spun them in a lazy circle. āSo Iām trying to make the most of the night before itās over.ā
āSurely there are other girls youād rather dance with,ā Brienne said, and immediately kicked herself. Why was she trying to convince Jaime to leave her side?Ā
āNo,ā he said, sounding more confident than Brienne felt. āI donāt think there are.ā
If I got everything I want, would it be everything I need? - This involves some role reversal, which was really cool to see explored.Ā Selwyn in this fic is the Tywin-style father and Brienne is the product of her upbringing trying to figure out if she knows who she really is and if thatās what she wants for her life.Ā Jaimeās the client (and younger man) sheās going to fake date to appease her dadās old-fashioned edict that she needs to find a suitable husband.Ā And we know how these fake dating situations usually turn outā¦ š
Excerpt 1:
Brienne exhaled. In for a penny, in for a pound. āMy father isā¦. somewhat old-fashioned,ā she said slowly. āI want to take on a bigger role here in the company, but he wants me to get married and pop out the next generation. If I were to bring a date to the fundraising gala that we organize each year for the opera house, he might be persuaded to consider your proposal.ā And give her the promotion she had more than earned.
Jaime leaned back in his seat, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. āAre you asking me on a date, Ms. Tarth?ā
She rolled her eyes. āThink of it as a black-tie business meeting. There will be other potential investors there. I could make sure you have a chance to chat with them.ā
His green eyes glinted dangerously at her as his smile expanded into a full-fledged grin. āThen how can I say no?ā
Excerpt 2:
āThis isnāt going to be fun,ā Brienne said darkly, as they climbed into the town car. Because heavens forbid that Brienne drive herself to the giant mausoleum where sheād been raised.
āSo youāve said.ā Jaime looked like he couldnāt decide whether he should be amused or worried. āDoes he often execute his dinner guests?ā
āOnly on days that end in Y,ā she muttered, smoothing the skirt of her dress obsessively.
Jaime reached over and grabbed her hand with his real one. āRelax, Brienne. We are just going to go have dinner, mention that weāre taking things slow, and Iāll throw some longing looks at you and talk about how I want a dozen kids.ā
āA dozen?ā She stopped fidgeting to look at him skeptically. āDo you know how much college tuition runs these days? Also, Iām thirty-three. Do you expect me to be continuously pregnant for 12 years, or am I supposed to be pushing out kids into my fifties?ā
Jaime just grinned, totally unrepentant. āWe can negotiate that, I suppose. Good thing for you Iām so young and virile.ā
She rolled her eyes, and hoped she wouldnāt blush. She absolutely hadnāt thought about what heād be like in bed. Not at all. This was a purely business arrangement. Or so she kept having to remind herself.
Golden and Green - Brienne is a medical sourleaf farmer, Senator Tywin wants to shut her farm down, and Jaime wants to try sourleaf to get relief from his post-accident pain. He goes to Evenstar Farms, uses a fake name, and meets kind, helpful, and intriguing Brienne.Ā The farm setting is rich with sunsets and Brienneās cottage home complete with a pretty special library nook.Ā Jaimeās living a lie on borrowed time while falling hard for Brienne.Ā Read and figure out how that all unfolds.Ā This was a very satisfying story and I just loved both of their characters a ton in it.Ā
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Excerpt 1:
When they walked back around the barn, Jaime turned and looked over the sourleaf fields to the gently sloping hills which gave way to a dark green line of pine forest. The sun began to dip lower in the sky, bathing everything in a soft golden light.
āItās magical.ā The words were out of Jaimeās mouth before his head could catch up, and he winced at the cheesy pronouncement. But Brienne just looked over at him and smiled, seemingly overjoyed that someone appreciated the place as much as she did.
Brienne: Yes. Donāt work yourself to death, ok?
Jaime: You either. We havenāt even had our first date yet.
Brienneās stomach swooped thinking about going on an actual date at all, much less a date with Jaime, the warrior made flesh, who actually seemed to like her?
This canāt be real,Ā Brienne thought.Ā There has to be a catch.
Lost Dream of Tarth - Jaime as a silent film star in 1925 with a passion for archaeology and Brienne as the archaeologist who could use his funding to excavate on the lost island of Tarth. Ā Of course, he wants to be more involved than thatā¦ Brienneās crew is fantastic. Ā Their discoveries are wonderful. Ā This fic is adventurous and romantic and touching and fun. Ā
āWell Lannister, you might not know this, but being an archaeologist is more than just dressing the part and posing in front of rocks, unfortunately for you.ā She sniffed. āThere are boring parts, as youāll undoubtedly notice.ā She walked toward the women, and nodded to them. āYouāll soon realize that the time of the reckless archaeologist who inadvertently destroys artifacts is long over. And with regards to Oberyn, I suspect what you saw of him is only what he is willing to show you. He had your movie star attention span in mind, surely, when he led you about.ā
they say your body is full of sin (itās the door through where peace begins) - The 55,956 word fic about five times Jaime and Brienne masturbated and one time they didnāt (and weād all read twice that many words for this story, Iād imagine!).Ā I cannot express to you just how incredibly hot this fic is.Ā It is also a wonderful look at Jaimeās escape from his toxic family and Brienne embracing the knight she is.Ā And I have legitimately never wanted to be able to log in somewhere and watch Jaime be a camboy (and a baking one at that) but I sure as hell do now! Ā Get some wine and a decadent dessert and enjoy!
Excerpt 1:
Now here he was, spreading his legs in the chair, one hand resting on his chest, his thumb idly dragging across his collarbone, while he let the fingers on his belly slowly dip down to tap against the button of his jeans. āYou know,ā he said thoughtfully, āWhen my friend first told me about this website, there was a voice in my head telling me that nobody would be interested.ā He trailed his index finger around the snap, glancing down a little for the sole purpose of looking back at the camera through his eyelashes. āIām not exactly a young man anymore, as Iām sure you can see.ā He popped his jeans open, the snapping sound loud in the quiet of his room, and fought back a delighted smile as more tokens appeared.
āI didnāt know if anyone would want to see me like this, if anyone would pass over the college boys to watch a man whoās nearly forty. But youāre here arenāt you?ā
Excerpt 2:
He smiled at the screen again, his eyes bright. "You really are a Knight huh? Just swooping in to save the day. I hope this isnāt the last time you join me on my channel. I donāt always need to be saved, but I like knowing I can be.ā
Brienne swallowed as she took in the two bright spots of color on his cheeks, the joy so clearly illuminated in his eyes, and groaned.Ā I can'tĀ believe Iām going to do this,Ā she thought, even as she typed inĀ I will,Ā and saw his smile grow even wider.Ā I am such a fucking idiot, she added as she tipped him twenty tokens before hurriedly exiting the channel.Ā
I am never going to be able to watch The Grand Maester Bake Off ever, ever again.
