Ambaila

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Jaime watched as Brienne ran her fingers over the sharpest part of the blade, mesmerized as her eyes caught the light.

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The Fall - Braime Fic

“What if I told you, I’m the kind of guy to get 100 of the prettiest roses in all of Westeros and send them to wherever you live?” 

“I would say you were crazy.” 

Jaime smirked. His eyes watched as she crossed the cobblestone street, her umbrella above her head. A woman she was, ugly she was not. 

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

Summary: Jaime Lannister had been an agent for years. He knew everything he had to teach Brienne of Tarth who was still learning. She had the ambition. Together they would find the green fire.

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WIP Wednesday

I axed the political idea for NanoWriMo and decided on something more angsty and more heart soaring and sappy. 

The One Where She was Married for a Decade. 

Brienne was not a fan of churches. Her father forced her into the Tarth Sept whenever he could. Her Septa couldn’t understand how a girl who was slated to inherit a multi-million dollar family business couldn’t be more grateful to the Gods. It wasn’t that Brienne wasn’t grateful to the Gods, she just wanted to use her time otherwise. 

Now her ever understanding father wanted to know when she would marry. Gratefully, her Septa had long since gone and Brienne was suddenly grateful that extra voice wasn’t going to be added. Although, her Sept would tell her that the man in front of her now was not the marrying type. His blonde hair that was starting to gray was all sorts of danger. It wasn’t until later, when they would get coffee at a stall down the road that the Septa’s voice would warn her, “Those green eyes will engulf you like wildfire.” 

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The Institution of Dorne

Jaime sends Myrcella to the Institution of Dorne. It’s there that Myrcella decides to join the Fleet of King’s Landing, her love for the sea establishing her fate. 

An AU where Jaime and Brienne fall in love in 4 chapters. 

A snippet: 

He smiled and kissed his lady on the cheek. They would never marry. They would never part from one another either. 

“In the name of the mother,” Brienne had gone on to say, later in the afternoon, a ceremonial oath for Myrcella. 

Jaime had droned them out, focusing on the young woman who was his daughter, but belonged to something else now. She had Cersei’s face. She had her smile. The thin, veiled, smirk that meant a million things, and nothing at the same time. Her eyes were his though. The green seas of emotion that darkened when determination hit. 

As Myrcella said, “I do,” Brienne took a step forward and pinned the gold anchors to Myrcella’s uniform. 

Jaime hugged his daughter. She was no longer a child, but a woman. She was no longer his, but the sea’s.

“Welcome to the fleet, my lady,” Jaime said. “Don’t give up the ship.” 

“For the ship is mine to hold.” 

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Anyone have prompts?

One word, a paragraph, a sentence - whatever it is - send it to me! 

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

Death knocked on his door. It lingered. Jaime Lannister waited for the day he was free of it.

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Companion piece to “The Golden Cloak of Rebuilding”

has been written. 

I will post it when I get home from work. 

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

Brienne of Tarth considered herself to be friends with Tyrion Lannister, but after a secret he kept presents itself, she doesn’t know what to make of it.

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So my brain hasn’t stopped working and I’ll be doing a second chapter of this. 

If anyone has some requests for what they want to see, send them my way! 

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

Brienne of Tarth considered herself to be friends with Tyrion Lannister, but after a secret he kept presents itself, she doesn't know what to make of it.

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Nanowrimo: Braime Edition

Planning a political/military fic for next month. 

Not quite sure what to make of this yet. 

But it’s Braime. It’ll have Cersei. It’ll have the Starks and Littlefinger. 

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Political AU drabble

It’s part of a larger story I’m trying to write. Also part of Braime week drabbles. 

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Jaime Lannister did not brood. Alas, he sat in front of Brienne with his arms crossed and a grimace firmly planted on his lips. Before, when Brienne cared about what he thought, she would have been worried. Now, not that she didn’t care, she was less inclined to stop and rethink her choices. It was a cold day and the weather put Jaime into his foul mood. She was surprised he hadn’t complained. 

“I hate the cold.” 

Nevermind. Although his complaint did make her grin. 

“You find this funny,” Jaime grumbled. “What could you find so funny about my discomfort?” 

“You didn’t have to come,” Brienne pointed out. “You could have stayed in the warmth, but you decided to follow me.” 

“You’re the head of my security!” 

“And you are in the North!” Brienne went on. “Of course I came to visit the North, take some time off, and you are here, why?” 

When Jaime said nothing, Brienne went back to her stack of paperwork. While she was hoping she would have a few days of relief from the constant updates on reports regarding Jaime’s well being, she was not surprised followed her. She was also not surprised that with him followed a series of threats that forced her to work. Which is what she was doing presently, if he would let her. 

“I can’t believe my wife hates me,” Jaime whined. 

With an exasperated sigh, Brienne dropped her hands onto her files, rattling the desk. 

“Jaime,” she sighed. “I’m trying to work. I don’t hate you and I’m sorry you are cold. I’m sorry you hate the North but we are here, and I am trying to figure out how Daenerys Targaryan is going to murder you.” 

Her point was taken immediately. She realized she may have crossed a line when she saw the flash of panic and fear in his eyes. 

“She’s trying to kill me?” 

“No, but I am trying to figure out who is,” Brienne said, holding up a file. 

It was the risk Jaime took when he decided to take his father’s seat. It was a conversation they spent hours on, up until it was the last second before he formally announced. As his life shifted, so did hers. They had to adapt to a somewhat public life. That included death threats.

“Anyway,” Jaime said, standing from his chair. “I hate the bloody cold.” 

“Yes dear,” Brienne smirked. 

Jaime left and shut the door behind him. Winterfell had always been and was always going to be cold. Brienne couldn’t wait to see his face when she told him it was projected to snow that evening. 

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An Unconventional Conventional Spill

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“You’re an idiot,” Brienne said, laughing as she shut the door to her flat. “You could have just told her no.” 

“Did you not hear what she was telling you?” 

“I’m not deaf,” Brienne scoffed. “People say those things all the time. I’ve gotten very good at ignoring it.” 

Jaime Lannister was a new relationship. If they could call it that. They participated in conventional aspects of a relationship; Jaime woke up in her bed more often than not lately, he bought dinner, she bought groceries. To most of everyone, their relationship, whatever it was, was unconventional. Most things about Brienne, people would mutter, were dissident. 

Jaime knew what was said about her. At the beginning he took part in the negative discourse that was Brienne. She was tall, but she was smart. He could argue now that the snide remarks made about her beauty were uncalled for since she held it well. Inside and out. 

“You really can’t be angry with me,” Jaime remarked, shedding his jacket and hanging it on the back of a chair. 

“You spilled your coffee on that girl.” 

“It was cold!” 

“And if it was hot?” 

Jaime paused, as if to think about it. He was watching Brienne’s worry dance between her eyes, into the pout of her lips. He smirked.

“Well, I suppose it would have hurt.” 

Jaime winked at her and pressed a swift kiss to her cheek. When she tried to swat him away he was already far enough so that just the tips of her fingers brushed his side. 

As unconventional as their relationship was, their feelings were as conventional as they could possibly be. 

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Because You Loved Me - excerpt

No idea when I’m actually writing this, but enjoy the excerpts.

There was an odd sense of guilt that prevented Jaime Lannister from sleeping. The idea that he could have done more, sooner, nagged at him. Nothing made sense right now. His body ached with exhaustion, but that was because he and Brienne spent the day in the sun and the last few hours rolling around in the sheets. What the guilt was, he couldn’t name, not really. 

He had spent who knows how long moving around their hotel room. He laid with her, his arm bent so his fingers touched the smooth skin of her back. He rolled on his side so he could share the pillow her head rested on. He sat up in bed, watching the dark sky and listening to the waves crash against the rocks. He sat now, in a chair, watching Brienne sleep, listening to the nagging guilt as it crashed in his mind like the waves below him. 

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Fanfic update: Took down Because You Loved Me.

I’m going to go back and re-structure it for it to fit my idea a little bit better. 

If you have any suggestions for one shots or anything, let me know! 

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To be early means to be on time. To be on time means to be late. To be late. Well. There was no way in all of the Seven that Brienne wasn't going to be late.

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There are always a series of questions as to why she was so tall, comments about her looks, and there are always whispers. So, as Jaime Lannister, the youngest CEO of a Westeros company in its history, eyed her from the ground up, she didn’t wither.

Because You Loved Me, Ch. 1.