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lodessa · 3 years

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Your WIP list is great! Tell me more about ASOIAF JonC/Davos Jaime/Brienne Sansa/Aegon please!

This fic started out because I was scanning through AFFC and realized that the Golden Company had taken Tarth (I think it is mentioned in a Cersei chapter) for Aegon.

So I had this idea that Jaime and Brienne find Sansa and they have the brilliant idea to take her to Tarth where no one will think to look for her (or Jaime) and they can wait out the war and see where the chips fall. But they show up and discover that Tarth is occupied and Jaime is far too recognizable to not be spotted (though Sansa’s Alayne disguise holds with the regular mercenaries) and they are all dragged off to Griffin’s Roost because obviously JonC and Aegon are going to want the Kingslayer. JonC, who has spent the last decade and a half hiding Aegon with hair dye, sees right past Sansa’s disguise when they arrive.

Meanwhile, Davos has fled from the North with Shireen, rescuing her from the clutches of Melisandre/her show fate, only to have one of the storms Cape Wrath is so famous for land him at JonC and Aegon’s feet. The Baratheons, Lannisters, and Starks are all in the clutches of Aegon and he is going to have to decide the kind of king he is going to be now that they are in in his power.

Davos Seaworth/Jon Connington

”a fool who loved his king too much” / “ I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell”

There’s also the matter of JonC’s greyscale infected finger(s) he knows he should cut off but has been procrastinating about and the fingers that Stannis took from Davos and Davos’ untraditional feelings about that.

These two men, stewards of the men they served, loved, and lost’s children, have a lot of common ground to find.

(and a really intimate, brutal, tender, and strangely erotic scene where JonC asks Davos to do what he cannot bring himself to)

Sansa Stark / Aegon Targaryen

Sansa isn’t the same naive girl she was when she was promised a golden prince, but that actually makes her the right queen for a silver king who definitely has not learned the political lessons she now has.

They have the chance to get right what their parents (and other assorted relatives) royally screwed up.

Jaime Lannister / Brienne of Tarth

Broken vows and impossible failed promises. Jaime finally gets the chance to be “tried” for the crime he has had hanging over him since the rebellion and how can the Targaryen regime not punish him? At the same time how hand Hand JonC not also be the person best posed to understand just how mad and toxic Aerys was, Aerys who banished him, kept him from being there for his silver prince in his time of need. Brienne, faced with the specter of Red Ronnet (who she doesn’t know Jaime smacked over her honor). Brienne who tried so hard to keep Sansa safe and delivered her into the dragon’s den.

When you face death, you can’t lie about the truth of your feelings any longer.

#asoiaf #lodessa writes fanfic #sansa stark x aegon targaryen #davos seaworth x jon connington #jaime x brienne #captainelliecomb

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xxlittle0birdxx · 4 years

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WIP: Braime fic

Eventually, their kids were going to find out about Cersei...

Part of my series of fix-it fics post-season 8... you can find it here.

He sidled into the hall and stood at the back, waiting for Brienne to finish some bit of business with the master-of-arms before he lifted his hand to catch her attention. Her expression didn’t change, but she murmured something to Ser Allyn, and strode from the hall, Jaime falling into step beside her. He turned into an alcove and stood with his back against the wall. Brienne stood next to him, resting the sole of one foot on the wall behind her. Neither of them looked at the other. ‘Nikolas asked about her. And the children.’

Brienne stared at the torch in a sconce until her eyes watered. ‘Why?’

‘Learning about the War of the Five Kings. Came across Stannis’ letter denouncing her… me… branding the children as bastards.’

‘I see.’ Brienne examined the cuff of her tunic, picking at a loose thread in the embroidered suns and moons that circled her wrists. She had never considered herself particularly jealous of Cersei. Not even when she had been alive. Even so, rarely had a single human being provoked such white-hot rage within her. ‘You could lie,’ she ventured, her lips stiff.

Jaime rubbed his forefinger over his lips. ‘You think I should lie?’

‘People believed it to be a rumor. Everyone thought Stannis to be in thrall of that priestess --’

‘Which he was, according to Davos,’ Jaime interjected.

‘He was a man who willingly murdered his brother in pursuit of a crown that wasn’t his.’

‘That, my lady, is debatable.’ Brienne shot him a look. ‘Not the murder. The crown.’

‘What do you gain by telling Nikolas the truth?’

Jaime let the back of his head rest against the wall. ‘Nothing.’

‘Then let your past well and truly die with her.’

‘That’s not very honorable of you, Lady Brienne.’

Brienne flushed dully. ‘There are some situations where strict adherence to honor has caused more problems than it solved,’ she retorted, fingers closing around his right wrist. ‘Telling him the truth will do more harm than good.’

‘And there are still people who remember the rumors.’ Jaime exhaled with enough force to make the torch flicker. ‘I cannot in good conscience send him out into the world armed with hollow assurances that they were only the ravings of a grasping usurper.’

Brienne turned her head and used her fingers to turn his to face her. ‘Jaime Lannister is dead. Leave him be.’

Jaime caught her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers. ‘We both know that to be untrue. I am decidedly not the person I used to be, but that Jaime Lannister is still my past.’ He tried to smile with his habitual cheekiness, but it didn’t reach his eyes. ‘With any luck, Nikolas won’t hate me enough to shoot me with a crossbow in the privy while I’m in the midst of taking a shit.’

Brienne tilted her head back and gazed at the bit of blue sky she could see from an oriel window. ‘I disagree with this. There is absolutely no reason do it.’ She gave Jaime a long sidelong glance. ‘Nothing’s more hateful —‘

‘Than failing to protect the ones you love,’ Jaime muttered, cutting her off. ‘This is protecting him,’ he said, his voice taut. ‘It’s arming him with knowledge, so no one can ever make him feel off-balance. He should hear it from me, and not someone else.’

Brienne glared at him for several long moments. ‘I can’t persuade you otherwise, can I?’

‘No.’

Brienne nodded once, then pushed herself from the wall. ’I’ll make sure the crossbows have been hidden away.’

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xxlittle0birdxx · 5 years

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WIP: Jaime/Brienne AU wedding

I cut a few lines from another WIP chapter, and saved them in a separate document. This is what grew out of it. Completely AU from even what I already write. The Red Wedding happened. The Purple Wedding happened. Tyrion’s trial has not happened yet. Oberyn doesn’t die. Sansa doesn’t leave with Littlefinger and never marries Ramsay. Jaime still intends to give Brienne Oathkeeper and the blue armor. Now, whether or not they actually ever go to Casterly Rock... Or whether or not Tyrion actually goes to the Wall... ETA: And the whole Jaime, Cersei, and the rapey scene next to Joffery’s body never happened.

‘Tyrion will plead guilty and join the Night’s Watch,’ Tywin pronounced. Jaime flinched. Life on the Wall was brutal and depressingly short. ‘In exchange, you will renounce your place in the Kingsguard--’

‘I took a vow for life,’ Jaime objected.

‘Do you want to save your brother or not?’ Tywin leaned back, giving Jaime a beady glare that made Jaime feel as if he was clearly in the sights of a ruthless bird of prey. ‘I’ll have the High Septon brought over at once. A sizeable donation can ease any misgivings he might have.’ He folded his hands together. ‘You will leave the Kingsguard, return to Casterly Rock as my heir, and marry a suitable woman to produce legitimate heirs.’

‘I choose the woman,’ Jaime countered. He didn’t want to marry anybody, but if he had to, he wanted a say in who she was.

‘With my approval,’ Tywin retorted. Jaime’s hand clenched into a fist, but he nodded once in acquiescence. Tywin rose from the chair behind the desk, and opened the door. He spoke to someone in the corridor, then returned to the desk. He picked up a quill, and dipped it into the inkpot, then held it poised over a sheet of parchment. ‘Do you have any potential candidates? Surely you must know of one or two eligible ladies.’’

Jaime’s chest felt as if it had a strip of linen wrapped tightly around it and forced himself to take a deep breath. ‘Just one,’ he heard himself say. ‘Lady Brienne.’

Tywin slowly lowered his hand. ‘Lord Selwyn Tarth’s daughter?’ he asked skeptically.

‘Yes.’

Tywin’s eyes narrowed. ‘I see you’ve discovered how to use your mind after all.’ Jaime’s brows drew together in an unspoken question. ‘With Renly Baratheon gone and Stannis all but done for, we’ll need a new alliance in the Stormlands. Tarth may not be a major house, but Lord Selwyn’s a respected man. Tarth is an excellent strategic location to protect Westerosi interests in the Narrow Sea.’

‘That’s not why…’ Jaime closed his mouth hard enough to make his teeth clack painfully together. Tywin would never believe him anyway. He turned away from the desk, left hand reaching to his opposite shoulder, fumbling at the buckle of his Kingsguard armor. Tywin shoved his chair back, impatience clearly written on his face and tried to brush Jaime’s hand aside. ‘I don’t need your help,’ Jaime snapped. Tywin’s chin lifted, but he gave Jaime a long, appraising look. He walked to the door and beckoned to a page, murmuring something Jaime couldn’t hear. The leather strap slithered from the buckle, and the armor fell to the floor with a clatter.

Unable to sit or stand still, Jaime prowled around the room, ceasing only when the door opened to admit a rather confused -- albeit teetering on the brink of rage -- Brienne. Jaime crossed to her and stood so his mouth was next to her ear. ‘I’ll explain everything later.’ He gripped her hand in what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze, but his palm was sweaty and cold. ‘My father’s agreed to let Tyrion plead guilty and take the black. If I leave the Kingsguard and marry,’ he told her quickly in a low voice.

Before he could say another word, the High Septon swept into the room. Brienne turned her large blue eyes on him, swimming with disbelief. Jaime felt a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. He would have bet his gold hand that Tywin had the man awakened and brought to the Red Keep at dawn, just to have him on hand for this. And he’d walked right into the trap. Tywin gestured for the two of them to come to where he stood with the septon, the severe expression he wore stated he would brook no arguments from either one of them. It was a familiar sensation Jaime knew well from his childhood. The color drained from Brienne’s face. His body moved without conscious thought. The septon’s mouth formed words, but Jaime couldn’t hear them over the roaring in his ears. Not until the man tried to place Brienne’s hand on his golden one. Jaime jerked it back, comprehension dawning.

Tywin meant for Brienne to marry him. Now.

Jaime twisted awkwardly and tried to offer his left hand, but the High Septon shook his head. ‘The right, if you please, Ser Jaime.’

Jaime attempted to shove the sleeve of his surcoat back so he could remove the golden hand, but it wouldn’t stay. He would willingly marry Brienne, but not while wearing the despised golden hand. Brienne laid gentle fingers over his, stilling his increasingly frantic actions in a manner reminiscent of how he’d prevented her from snatching up the knife next to her plate at Harrenhal and driving into Roose Bolton’s throat. She folded back the cuff and picked apart the knot. Jaime yanked the hand off his stump, and flung it to the floor, and then thrust out his stump toward the septon. Brienne’s right hand settled over his stump. The septon produced a finely woven strip of silk, richly embroidered with seven-pointed stars. ‘Let it be known that Jaime of House Lannister and Brienne of House Tarth are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity.’ The septon untied the silk binding Brienne’s hand to Jaime.

At the septon’s prompting, they stumbled over the words of the vows. ‘Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger… I am hers and she is mine. From this day until the end of my days,’ Jaime murmured, Brienne echoing the words.

‘You have until dawn to produce proof you’ve consummated the marriage,’ Tywin warned. ‘None of this silly waiting like your brother.’

‘Proof?’ Jaime choked.

Tywin’s pale green eyes flicked over Brienne. ‘Are you a maiden, girl, or not?’ he demanded. Brienne’s cheeks slowly reddened as she nodded, gulping, her lips pressed together. Tywin rounded on Jaime. ‘The bedsheet will do.’ Brienne’s face darkened with unrestrained fury. ‘I’ve taken the liberty of having your things in the White Sword Tower packed and sent to your lady wife’s chamber.’

Jaime began to leave, towing Brienne behind him. He paused his hand on the latch of the door. ‘One more thing,’ he said flatly. ‘Brienne and I escort Tyrion to Castle Black. And the Lady Sansa will retire to the Rock with us.’

‘You haven’t earned the right to make demands of me,’ Tywin growled, low and dangerous.

Jaime lifted his stump, Brienne’s fingers still clutched around it. You want me to use my mind, Father? ‘You agree to this now, or I swear by the old gods and the new, that I will find the closest septon, set this marriage aside, and take the black myself.’ Leaving you with no legitimate heirs. So much for your thousand year dynasty, Father.

Tywin glared at Jaime. ‘Very well.’

#jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #tywin lannister #braime #forced marriage #post purple wedding #saving tyrion from a death sentence #wip #game of thrones (tv)#game of thrones (tv) au #jaime x brienne #the weird things that pop into my head when I'm sleep deprived

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