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🐱 for "moderately intimidating"

Honestly, I just loom very well.

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Medusa!Brienne and Jaime

Inspired by

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

that was inspired by

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Two amazing fics! For Jaime/Brienne Monthly Madness - March - Supernatural elements

[forbiddenfantasies1]

Tell me about Weary Kitchen

I answered this one here. Kinda. Somewhat. I have a general idea that makes perfect sense in my head. Anyway since I've already answered, here's another little chunk.

The refrigerator door was cool against her back, and she was fairly sure a magnet shaped like the letter Z was digging into her spine, but Brienne couldn't have moved if her life depended on it. It felt so good to simply be still, to let her body rest without anyone touching her, or asking for things, or needing her attention. She let her head fall back, her eyes shutting. She didn't want to see her cheerfully cluttered kitchen, or the lego tower scattered across the floor. 

Her eyes were still stinging, from the smoke her burnt sandwich had emitted or from her frustrated tears she wasn't sure. Whoever had said that women could have it all was full of shit, she decided. Either that or she just sucked at being that woman.

"It's just burnt lunch, babe," Jaime's voice came from behind her, low and soft. "No sense in crying over a grilled cheese sandwich."

"How about a grilled cheese sandwich and accidentally hanging up on an angry client and yelling at my daughter?" Her voice broke a little on the last word. 

[sdwolfpup]

You've done JB, so could I get Phryne and Jack and Miss Fisher as mugs/cups?

I am happy to do all JB responses should it turn out that way but I am also happy to attempt this.

Please enjoy.....Phrack Drinking Implements!

[imber-rain]

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

[shipping-receiving]

📚 Please!

[Send me a name of a fanfic I wrote or have mentioned and i’ll give you five facts/headcanons about it!  Or send me 📚 and I’ll pick a random fic I have to give five facts/headcanons about!]

Here’s a hypothetical 5+1 outline for Knots, which is a companion piece to Strings written from Brienne’s POV:

【1】 When she said goodbye that night, she really meant it to be goodbye for good. Something about Jaime felt dangerous in a way it had never been with any other man. It wasn’t just his looks, though she can’t say she had been immune to them. But she didn’t want to give herself the space to dwell on it. A friendship with Jaime would give her that space; he’d learned that lesson with Renly, a long time ago. Renly had never touched her, though. Never fucked her against a door. Later, she blames the alcohol for what happened. It must have been the alcohol.

【2】 She hates that he stops calling her ‘rookie’. She hated that he called her that, and now she hates that he doesn’t, because it only makes it clear that something changed between them. She doesn’t want change. She just wants to put everything behind her and pretend she doesn’t think of how he held her against the door when she touches herself at night. Then, he tells her to come over, and she does, against her better judgment. When Jaime asks her to stay, and she doesn’t, she can’t decide if that’s her better judgment.

【3】 She must have been out of her mind when she agreed to go on a date with Hyle. But how bad could it be? She’d slept with him once before, and barring the things she found out later about why he’d wanted to sleep with her at all, she supposed it was fine. She doesn’t think about how ‘fine’ isn’t enough for her anymore, after all the nights she’d spent with Jaime. She isn’t really sure why she told Jaime about Hyle, though. She’d agreed to the third date because she hadn’t had the guts to tell Hyle that it just wasn’t working for her. She was planning to end it after the third date anyway, so it really wouldn’t have affected the arrangement with Jaime. And then Jaime had reacted the way he did. It made her angry, but it also made her hope. Hope is a dangerous thing.

【+1】 The first night Jaime is away in Dorne, she regrets going home on time. It’s not that she can’t busy herself with work at home, but the fact that she has to busy herself at all annoys her. The fact that home is where she receives text messages from Jaime annoys her. The fact that Jaime had told her he won’t sleep with anyone else annoys her. She’s a fool. It’s only ten days. She’d gone years and years without sleeping with anyone before her first time with Jaime. So she stays in the office as late as she can on the second night, and the third. On the fourth too, except this time, Jaime calls her. It must be for work, or for sex. But then he just talks. And when she’d reminded him she was still in the office, he’d seemed surprised. Like he didn’t call with the intention to have phone sex at all. When they do, it’s the most awkward experience of a life filled with awkward experiences. Still, she liked it. Perhaps she liked it for its intimacy. In a way, it’s the first time Jaime has been in her home, her room, her bed.

【4】 She wishes that Sunday afternoon hadn’t happened. It was like something out of a dream, the way he’d touched her, spent all that time on her. She really was deliriously happy the rest of that night, until she woke up on Monday morning and realised – there are strings. He’d said no strings, and now there are. Jaime shouldn’t have done that if he didn’t want any strings. Maybe she just needed some space from him, she reasoned. Maybe they could continue their arrangement if she just had some space to reconfigure her brain, to forget the hours spent in his bed on that Sunday afternoon. The way he’d worshipped her in the sunlight. But it was no use. It had been a week and she was still dreaming of it. Now it was just a matter of ending things before it got even messier. Except she lets him pull her into the supply closet – she wants him to – she wants him inside her. She can’t say no, even though she tries. It can’t be right to want someone like this. It can’t be right to be wanted like this.

【5+】 Her hands had trembled as she’d sent Jaime that message on Thursday evening. She’d spent the past few days thinking of what to say, and would spend the next day rehearsing all those things. She prepares herself for the worst case scenario – they end things, they see each other almost every single day in the office. At least when she tells him on Friday, she’ll have the pressure of a Saturday deadline to take her mind off all of it, just as she’d planned. Or maybe she should just quit her job at the Westeros Times, go freelance instead. But first things first – to tell Jaime they are no longer on the same page.

And then she has to fuck it all up by crying. And Jaime won’t stop kissing her. He needs to stop kissing her, and she needs to stop crying, and she needs to stop wanting him so much, and he needs to stop doing things to make her want him more. I’m all tangled up about you, she admits, and he laughs. She thinks she must be a joke to him, until – “Stay with me tonight. And the day after, and the day after that. Stay. Let’s get tangled up in each other.”

She stays. It feels better than anything she’s ever done with Jaime. She’s sorry she has to leave him in the morning, but she’s not sorry that she will have him for the whole afternoon, and evening, and night, and the next morning too. For the days, and weeks, and months, and – dare she think it – the years after that. Alright, she’ll dare to think it, why not? Nothing else – no one else – has ever made her feel so, deliriously, happy.

[angel-deux-writes]

September 22nd?

September 22nd - Childhood friends with meet-cute

(idk how cute this is, but I did my best lmao)

They bond over horses.

Jaime isn’t allowed to collect the model horses that Brienne and her friends trade and swap at recess. His father thinks toy horses are for girls, for some reason. Like that’s a thing. Jaime tells her this later, when they’re friends. But for now, he just says, “I like your horse”, and she thinks he’s making fun of her.

When she ignores him, looking down at the workbook open on the desk in front of her, he leans in closer. She can see him inching bit by bit across the aisle.

“Brienne,” he whispers.

“What?” she hisses, keeping an eye on Mr. Tarly at the front of the room.

“I said I like your horse.”

“Okay,” she says. She waits for him to say something else. She doesn’t want to look at him, but she gets antsy when he doesn’t speak. When she finally looks his way, he looks a bit expectant. He’s eyeballing the white horse that’s sticking out of the unzipped top of her bag. Brienne is eight years old, and she likes to make sure the horses can breathe.

“Can I hold her?” he asks. He’s not quiet enough. Jaime Lannister is never quiet enough, and he’s always getting into trouble with Mr. Tarly, but Mr. Tarly is distracted by something on his computer, and luckily he doesn’t hear. Brienne has never talked to Jaime before, even though they’ve been in the same class for months now, and this is exactly why. He’s too much. She doesn’t understand him.

“It’s a he,” Brienne says. “And you can hold him at recess if you really want.”

“What’s his name?”

She almost doesn’t answer. But he doesn’t seem like he’s making fun of her.

“Honor,” she finally says, and Jaime grins.

date story meme thing

[ajoblotofjunk]

Unicorn sequel! I'd ask about you know what but I also don't want to die so... 😂 😂 😂

😂 I’ll get you later don’t worry. @ice-connoisseur also asked about Unicorn sequel and since I don’t have much more to say about it, I’ll tag you both in this one. :)

The main thing I know about the Unicorn Incident sequel is that it’s going to be called The Lion-Lizard Incident and it centers around the Queen of Thorns holding a party where she announces a contest to get the Lion-Lizard that injured her grandson Willas.

Shenanigans ensue.