Fanfiction Recommendations
•I’ve broken all your windows and I’ve rammed through all your doors By janie_tangerine
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24233629/chapters/58388935
“I should hate you. You know that, gods, if you were awake you would probably tell me the same. You did want me to hate you, you fucking — I can’t even bring myself to call you names, how bloody pathetic is that? I can’t — I can’t believe that it’s the dead of the night and I had my perfectly serviceable rooms and then I could not sleep and now I’m here because even seeing you like this is better than not having you nearby at all?”
or: in which Jaime survives the fall of the Red Keep but is hardly unaffected. Brienne is hardly unaffected, either.
•Light on the Horizon By Lady_in_Red
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25272811
Six months ago, Brienne would have laughed if someone told her she’d be living in a mall, taking care of four kids and their teenage cousin, and friends with the president of Westeros’ twin brother. It might be funny if the world wasn’t falling apart around them.
•heart and soul By janie_tangerine
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20829875/chapters/49515578
“Why come back?”He looks at her.He could lie and shrug it off with a cruel quip or an insult and so she’d stop asking.Or he could tell her that he woke up on a weirwood after dreaming of giving her a sword that glowed while his own stopped and after dreaming that he handed her his flower, too, because that is what happened —(Cersei threw it back in his face just before his father gave him a sword and both disappeared into the darkness, and when Brienne’s chains around her wrists parted like silk and he conjured that sword for her, he also couldn’t keep it in his hands anymore and so he told her to keep it safe and she had nodded and cradled it against her chest with her free hand, the golden petals looking so fragile against her large, rough palm)— but he’s not so sure he can.He shrugs.“I dreamed of you,” he tells her, and he leaves it at that, and if her eyes widen a bit and her mouth parts as he walks ahead, well, it’s a better look on her than either scorn or disdain.
•in every note, the endless tapes of every word you wrote By janie_tangerine
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12298350
“Anyway, I’m – I’ll just go. Remember what I told you about that backstage pass.”Tyrion rolls his eyes. “Jaime, you’ve told me twenty times. At some point this unknown fan you’ve never somehow met but sent you uplifting letters in rehab is going to show up with a piece of paper you wrote and signed saying they should be given a backstage pass. If they show up before the show begins they should go straight to the pit, if not they’ll be sent straight to your room. And the note was written on some paper from the clinic’s pad. Did I forget anything?”
•flowers never bend with the rainfall By janie_tangerine
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17772368
Cersei sneers. “And what, is he such a terrible boyfriend that you have to buy your own flowers?”Brienne levels at her the most unimpressed stare Jaime has ever seen coming from her, and that’s all, given that he’s been at the receiving end of it more than once.“No,” she says. “Actually, I’d punch right in the face anyone who’d try to buy me flowers.” She takes a couple of steps until she reaches the stairs leading to his door, and Cersei does move out of her way, at least. “However, they’re for him.”What — she got him flowers? Before Jaime can process the entire thing, she has handed him the bouquet — jonquils, peonies and lilies, all different shades of yellow, and it’s gorgeous, and — wait. Wait. Didn’t he basically rant at her when being drunk out of his mind last year and somehow let it slip that he hated that not only Cersei never liked his flowers but never reciprocated?And — gods, she actually brought him flowers now?
•scars like the number of stars By janie_tangerine
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18142403
She had hoped things would look better after a bath and after he cleaned up.Just because seeing those scars made her stomach turn on itself.They don’t. He looks better, and that hair of his looks soft and golden in the sunlight, but his bleeding scars are still open and the only one that looks only barely healed is the burn on his right hand.The one he killed the Mad King with.She swallows as the guard leaves him in her room, his wrists still chained.What am I, your prisoner?She wishes he was.No, my soulmate.or: negative soulmate au where only a soulmate can see your scars.
•Kissing Strangers By winterkill
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28016076/chapters/68628450
Jaime kisses Brienne on a bridge in Volantis, then convinces her to be his Instagram girlfriend for the rest of the trip. Brienne, who doesn’t use social media, doesn’t quite realize Jaime’s follower count.
•claim your ghost Bywhimsicalimages
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18883924/chapters/44822854
The problem is that he’d meant to die, but his wretched heart had sounded in time with the bells: live! Live, live!And some animal part of him had listened.
•Worst First Date By motorbike_on_the_avenue
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26517787
‘What’s the worst first date you’ve ever been on?“She was asked out by another guy while we were on the date.She said yes.’
•The Loss Of It All By Entireoranges
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29281380/chapters/71906187
It took Jaime losing everything to become the man he was destined to be.
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