I’m seriously so happy with those possible got pairs, but for some fucking reason Brienne & Jaime have me in a chokehold & I’m dying to see something with these 2! Dealers choice between 56, 67, & 72 because I couldn’t pick & they all seem so fitting! You can pick who gets got as well because I could honestly see it going either way
Prompt 56 - “I never would’ve pegged you as the ticklish type.”
Prompt 67 - “Well now, that seems like wishful thinking.”
Prompt 72 - “As soon as I get out of this I hope you know I’m going to murder you.”
A/N: How about ALL THREE hehehehehehe. This was so fun to write! I love them! Thank you for the prompts I hope you like it!
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“Yes, yes, it’s very funny.” Jaime grumbled. “Just- get me out of this stupid, useless–HEY! Be–”
Brienne snorted out a short laugh, pausing where she had tried to tug the ill-suited Northern armor loose from Jaime’s torso.
“–careful.” He hissed, squirming where he stood with his arms half pinned out to the sides and unable to move down further.
Unable to resist her curiosity, Brienne slid her fingers up under the side of the plate armor and prodded at his side.
Jaime jumped, scrambling a few inches from her where he could manage. “Hey! What is wrong with y–”
She cut him off with a mischievous grin. “I never would have pegged you as the ticklish type.”
Jaime groaned, trying to twist and gain leverage to free himself by himself. “As soon as I get out of this, I hope you know, I am going to murder you.”
Brienne smiled at him, glancing down at where his legs were tangled in their own armored cages. “Well, come now, that seems like wishful thinking.”
“What does?” Jaime huffed impatiently. “That I could kill you?”
“No.” She laughed lightly, amused. “That you’re going to be in any shape to do anything by the time you get out of this.”
Jaime’s knees seemed to liquefy at her words just as he half-gasped out, “I —what?”
She reached in again, scribbling deliberately this time at his skin. Jaime sucked in a shivering breath, drawing his stomach in tight. It was useless, but he tried to squirm away from the lingering touch of her fingers.
“B-Brienne.” Jaime choked out, voice higher than she had ever heard him. “Please.”
“You know, you’re almost cute enough to have pity on.” She smirked, reaching up to tousle his hair.
Jaime snorted at that, shaking his head to try to get it out of her way, however useless his attempts may have been. “Get me out of this or I’ll— ohgods stop stahahahop! Nohohoho!”
“You’re not the one giving the orders..” She teased, running her fingernails up and down his abdomen gently, scribbling them about like the legs of a spider.
“Ohmygods stop- please! I’ll do anything!” Jaime hissed, shaking with barely-suppressed laughter.
“Anything?” She asked playfully.
“Anything!” Jaime answered quickly, his eyes wide. “Please!”
“Oh alright… How about I stop tickling and help you out of here…” Brienne began, “if after I do, you let me see where else you’re ticklish.”
Jaime’s face grew warm. “What? I- I’m not tick—”
“Really?” She asked sarcastically, prodding her fingers into his side and making him squeak.
“Okay, okay fine! No traps–and no, no tying my arms up like this godsawful—”
“Careful… that armor belongs to the Starks, it would be wise not to insult it.”
Jaime closed his mouth, looking down. “Can you… please, get me out of this.” He spoke as calmly as he could, his stomach still dancing with butterflies at the prospect of being tickled any more.
“Why yes, I do believe I can help.” Brienne winked, laughing as she reached up to wriggle Jaime’s arms loose from the heavy armor set.
Finally, he was freed. His arms came down swiftly to rub out the excess tickles from his sides. “Shit. Remind me never to try something like that again.”
“Oh I think you’ll remember.” Brienne smirked, starting toward the stairs. “Now then, when we get back upstairs, take off those boots.”
Jaime blushed, his eyes widening at her comment. But he followed her, faltering only slightly in his step as he honored his word and went to pay his debt.
