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Everyone seemed to be shouting, but Jaime kept his eyes on his father. No, his first impression was wrong – not everyone was shouting. His sister was certainly making a furious clamor, but Brienne had gone bright red with shock, and Tyrion was smirking, of course he was. Tywin was making no sound at all, but he had risen to his feet.
Slowly the noise subsided. “I refuse to let this stand,” said Jaime’s father.
GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE AS BRIENNE OF TARTH ↳ GAME OF THRONES ⚔️ 2.10 | VALAR MORGHULIS
bonus under the cut: jaime representing the live audience reaction to brienne killing 3 men no sweat and then telling him to STAY
For the Mini Prompt Challenge, anything that the following quote inspires:
“Brienne caught him before he could fall. Her arm was all gooseflesh, clammy and chilled, but she was strong, and gentler than he would have thought. Gentler than Cersei.” – ASOS, Jaime V
a/n: Hey Anon!! Thank you sm for your ask!! I never wrote canon x canon before but damn you really got me on my soft spot here, because Brienne and Jaime are one of my OTP god I love them sm. Hope you'll like this little piece! warning/tags: none! This might be a bit angsty at the end, if you squint. Set in S8 when Jaime travels to Winterfell (also don't hit me I never actually read the holy books, sorry)
Certainties
Jaime rode alone, the wind whipping his face.
He knew why he had to leave. His flight from King’s Landing after Cersei’s lies, that woman for whom he had always committed the worst atrocities, killed, lied, betrayed. That woman for whom he could cross any line of human nature. And who had finally collapsed with the only thing left of his stripped skeleton; his honor.
Winterfell loomed before him, the castle’s imposing walls drawing closer with every passing second. Winterfell, where he knew the remaining men were gathering to face what might be humanity’s final battle.
Who would he have been if he had stayed there, waiting for his enemies to perish in the cold jaws of Death itself? So that, in turn, it would be everyone’s turn on this earth? The man he was several years ago might have. But something inside his soul stopped him from remaining that man.
Something that Brienne of Tarth had changed forever.
Brienne…
Her eyes, her face, her hair, shining like snow. Not that muddy, dirty snow that gets trampled under boots with an irritated stride. No; the immaculate snow, the kind found on the highest peaks, the kind that receives as its only blessing the rays of a sun that is just as divine.
The one we can only hope to reach.
He rode through the castle gates after all these years, this time as a nobody, wrapped in a hooded cloak that didn’t cover him enough for his liking. Among the men and women, among warriors, blacksmiths, ordinary folk, wildlings, children.
Jaime dismounted from his horse. He ran a hand over his stubble-coated face and sighed into the icy northern air. All around him, the castle courtyard has become a veritable hive, buzzing with activity, all preparing for the coming war. There’s a heavy atmosphere, an end of Times atmosphere.
A flash of lightning catches her eye, and there she is. Across the courtyard, on one of the balconies, with Podrick by her side, they appear to be deep in conversation with Tyrion and Sansa Stark. Her coal-black armor is accented by a gray-furred cloak, which stands in blunt contrast to her pale skin. God, how could anyone look so strong and sturdy and ruthless, yet at the same time so innocent, pure, and righteous?
He stood rooted to the ground, as if struck dumb by the sight. His heart raced as if he were once more a young man who knew nothing of life. Had he really come just for the sake of his honor, or had the mere thought of fighting by her side guided his steps, without any thoughts at all, to this castle steeped in memories?
In reality, just as steel needs fire to be enhanced into the most pristine of swords, it was both at the same time. For Brienne could not be separated from his honor. Brienne was his honor. His courage, his virtue, his integrity, his ability to do the right thing, for once. It all came from her. This version of himself that he didn’t even know existed before he set out on the road with her. Perhaps it was time to reveal it.
Perhaps that was why he had come.
His sparkling gaze finally breaks away from his muse, sweeps across the rest of the courtyard, and settles on a figure seated in what appears to be a chair.
Brandon Stark.
Jaime’s face crumbles like a fragile, withered flower in the desert.
And with it, his certainties.
Challenge Post and rules ⊹₊✎⋆.
sore loser
Thought about father!Jaime and started crying
I honestly think it’s very possible Jaime and Brienne will have a child. Like, I truly think this is a very concrete possibility. Idk if he will survive to see that child growing into their own person, but I hope so 🥺
I’ve been thinking a lot about goodness and grace from the perspective of Toni Morrison when it comes to reading Jaime, Theon and Tyrions arcs. I don’t have all the words together yet but I think of them when I read these quotes.
GENDERFLIPPED JAIME AND BRIENNE are gonna be on our screens in AKOTSK S2 I need y'all to LOCK IN IMMEDIATELY
House of the Dragon fans are so immature that I cant imagine they would even have the mental capacity to handle someone as complex and interesting as Jaime Lannister existing in their show, let alone accepting that he is a massively popular character.
