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suckerforcate · 1 year

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i have a request for Brienne of Tarth! it doesn’t have to be exactly like this or anything, you can change up stuff if you want.

reader is together with brienne. but she’s out all day fighting and stuff. we really miss her so we go to her room and put on one of her shirts, and rest in her room, ending up having a nap while waiting for her. and she comes back later in the day! how would she react and stuff? especially with us having her shirt on. i feel like she would find it cuteee seeing us wearing it🥰

reader wakes up after hearing her come into the room, maybe brienne talking about how her day went and also how much she missed us & how much we missed her aswell. maybe she notices we have her shirt on after she changes out of her armour and looks for a shirt to wear, notices one is gone. she gets changed and when we are cuddling n all that soft stuff, she’s like “is that my shirt?” and you get all like “whaaaat??? of course not-“ but we end up admiting that we missed her so we put it on🥰

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Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 614

Warning: none

A/n: I really loved writing this, it's so wholesome. I hope you like it aswell!!

You hated these days. The ones in which you nearly didn't see Brienne at all because she was out all day. Whether it was fighting, accompanying the King or having been sent in missions. You always missed her terribly.

And today was such a day. The only thing that made it worse was that she was actually fighting, and you knew it. Of course, she was incredibly skilled and the best knight of Westeros but still, you couldn't resist worrying.

It was already at dawn when you decided to leave your chamber to go lay in Brienne's bed. You hoped that her scent all around you would calm you. As you entered her room and saw one of her linen shirts neatly folded on a chair you got an idea. You pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head and replaced it with Brienne's linen one.

You crawled into her bed and hid completely under her sheets. And indeed the scent of her all around you, hugging and tucking you in did comfort and calm you. Even so much that you were able to fall into a light sleep.

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A few hours later you were woken by a soft but still strong voice complaining about all the stupid men that thought just because she's a woman they would easily defeat her. You peeked out from under the covers and watched Brienne take of her armour.

She turned around, confused as to why her talking was meet with silence.

"Oh, love I'm so sorry." She hastily approached you kneeled down in front of the bed. She gently stroked your cheek.

"I woke you, didn't I? That wasn't my intention." She smiled apologetic and gave you a quick kiss.

"It's okay, really. I'm just happy that you're back. Come into the bed?" With puppy eyes you blinked at her. She could say no to that, so she finished changing, a little startled that the linen shirt she knew she had folded on the chair wasn't there anymore. But she didn't think twice about it and just grabbed a different one.

Gently she lifted the sheets and crawled in bed behind you. Embracing you from behind and laying a hand on top your stomach to have you as close as possible.

"I missed you, I was really worried." You nuzzled in, leaning in her touch. Happy to have her back and safe with you.

"I know, I missed you to." She planted a gentle kiss on top your hair. While leaning in her touch the sheets uncovered your shoulder and Brienne had a direct view of her shirt.

"(Y/n)?" You were already half asleep again. So instead of an answer you just hummed.

"Is that my shirt?" Your eyes shoot open. A little embarrassed you hid your face in her arm and mildly nodded.

"No?" Brienne let out a slight laugh at that.

"I can see that it's mine, (Y/n)." While smirking, she gently played with your hair and breathed a kiss on it.

"I felt so alone without you and the shirt smells like you so in comforted me." You mumbled nearly inaudibly into her arm. Brienne blushed a little at that. She was still unaccustomed to this kind of love and adoration. But she couldn't deny that she liked it.

"It's okay, love. You can wear my clothes whenever you want. Even though I wouldn't recommend wearing them outside, unless you might want a dress." You had to laugh at her joke and the embarrassed died down. You lifted you head and turned it slightly as to look at her. She kissed you, and you happily fell asleep cuddled into her strong arms.

#brienne of tarth #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne x reader #game of thrones #gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #wlw #got #fluff

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pastanest · 1 year

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requested by: @bri-sonat - surpriiiiise!! 💗

Brienne of Tarth x she/her!reader

A Story To Be Told

Closing the door to her quarters as quietly as she can, Brienne of Tarth inhales a shaky breath, the façade of her strong and stoic expression only falling in the safety of her bedroom, when she is finally alone. Away from the teasing, prejudiced eyes of the young boys that snickered amongst themselves from the moment she had entered the hall, and are no doubt still picking her to pieces like the vultures they are, long after she has escaped their scrutiny. At least, she has escaped their physical reach, but their insults flew around her mind near constantly without their persistent reminders and reiterations. It has not long been her 12th name day, and Brienne knows she is already a beast more than she is a girl, but oh, how she wishes she could be just that.

She stands at her window, looking out at the highborn ladies on the arms of their men as they leave the hall; all floating gowns, gracious smiles, sparkling eyes, small and dainty hands that cling to the arms of their protectors, the ones to lay their cloaks on the ground, save a lady dare get traces of dirt on the hem of her gown. Resting the side of her face against the wall beside the window, Brienne feels her chin wobble, as it has throughout the evening, but she does not fight it this time, she is too exhausted. Slow, steady and hot tears roll down her porcelain cheeks, wishing she was just a girl. If she was just slightly taller than the rest, slightly broader, slightly less feminine, she would be able to forgive herself, she believes that wholeheartedly. If she were anything less than the monstrous ogre she sees in every reflection, perhaps she could even wear a dress, she wonders.

Looking up at the stars that twinkle above her, she feels they are taunting her. How dare such beautiful things be one of the only objects that she cannot physically reach to hold in her large hands, she scolds them. Taking a deep breath, she squeezes her eyes shut.

“Gods, I must ask you a question. Why would you make me a girl, to then withhold me from every experience that would reinforce the belief I am one? Why is it that every pretty thing is something I am not allowed to touch? Did I do something in a past life to make me undeserving of the wonders of feeling like a woman?” Brienne pleads, her words whispered but desperate for an answer, an inkling of an explanation. Opening her eyes, she looks to the stars again. “Do I have another purpose? And if that is so, what purpose can possibly be worth this constant ridicule? Must I exist like this?” Briene’s tears are faster now, more frantic as she hurries to wipe her eyes and shake her head.

If the Gods are up there, they are as out of reach as everything that is to be a woman is to her. Why would they bother to listen to her, when mere mortals do not bother to wonder if she is even capable of feeling?

Continuing to wipe her eyes, Brienne stumbles to her bed and falls into it, smother herself under her blankets and pillows, burying herself as deep as she can there and hoping she will simply disappear. What would they address her as at her wake, she wonders, the beast that dared to live?

The tears that soak through her pillow that night are ones she remembers all too well, having cried them countless times before and knowing she would continue to cry them for as long as she lives. That night, though, something is different.

Brienne wakes to a voice that she has never heard before, a woman’s voice, calling out to her in a song, stirring her from a peaceful slumber.

“Can you hear me say your name, forever?”

But when she opens her eyes, Brienne is not in her bed. Much to her complete disbelief, she is clad in shining silver armor, the limbs at her sides and hanging from the stool she sits on, longer than she remembers them being. She sits in a tavern that she does not recognise, and as she looks around, she sees countless men with indistinguishable sigils on their clothes, all of them faceless. Before she has time to consider such a frightening concept, her eyes are pulled to the centre of the room, straight ahead, by the voice of an angel.

“Can you see me longing for you, forever?”

The candles strewn about the room cast a gentle, golden glow against your skin as you sit atop a table, singing beside another faceless man, playing an unfamiliar tune on a vielle.

Your eyes are closed, your expression focussed, a soft frown on your features as you sing. You are the most beautiful and ethereal creature that she has ever seen, Brienne’s heart leaps and bounds in her chest.

And then, your eyes open, immediately locking with hers from across the room. A beaming grin overtakes your face, and then you sing the next line, eyes sparkling more than any star had dared to try.

“Would you let me touch your soul, forever?”

With the force of the strongest blow to the gut Brienne has ever known, she quite suddenly realizes that you are singing to her. Out of every person you have ever known, you have dedicated this song, for whatever reason, to Brienne of Tarth.

Despite not being able to see the faces of the men in her peripheral vision, Brienne somehow knows that they are smiling, their expressions anything but malicious, for what she’s certain is the first time in her life.

Standing from the table, you walk to Brienne and take her hands in your much smaller ones. Without hesitation or fear, you lean in and place the softest kiss on her lips, shocking Brienne’s body into stunned rigidity, her eyes closed from the emotional weight of such a gesture, in front of such a crowd.

And as she drifts into the darkness that she had arrived in, your voice floats alongside her, until it disappears entirely.

“Can you feel me longing for you, forever?”

Brienne wakes with a gasp, sitting upright in her bed and panting heavily, wide eyes darting around the room and breathing a sigh of relief to find that she is a young girl, back in her quarters. Had that situation continued, she does not know she would have survived.

Naturally, she does not tell anyone of the dream. Instead, she intends to keep it as a secret that she will take to the grave, because she is certain she will be trying to understand it for the rest of her life. For such an impactful, detailed and strange dream to have been brought to her after she asked the Gods a question of her purpose, she cannot believe in such a coincidence, but she is too skeptical to wholeheartedly believe the opposite. That leaves the conclusion that there must have been a reason for such a dream, and that conclusion only brings about further questions, much to Brienne’s frustration. Still, the armor that she had been wearing in that dream gives her a place to start.

Having been forced to deny all forms of stereotypically feminine interests, attire and ways of life, Brienne is not surprised to find how comfortable she feels when training and improving her strength. Unfortunately, being rejected as a woman and forced into the training of knighthood does force her into an entirely different world ruled by men and their criticisms, but this time, their judgements were different. They were simply of the view that they were better than her and that such a fact was obvious. Of course, their assumption was correct, but only to begin with. In this world of men, Brienne makes it her mission to best each and every one. If she is not to be accepted as a woman, or in the role of a man, then she will do her absolute best to be stronger and smarter than every man she faces in battle, with each victory won being a personal award won against the worlds of men, which have always judged her the harshest.

Her training has seen her through the remainder of her childhood and into her first years of adulthood now, and while she still thinks of the dream, she is less focussed on its meaning now. While she is no closer to discovering who you are, or where the tavern was that she had seen you, she has settled with the conclusion that perhaps the dream was solely meant as a metaphorical guide to the path of knighthood, whether this is her true purpose, above all else. With a moral code as strong as hers, and strength that often outmatches the men that choose to test her, Brienne is satisfied with this purpose.

Casting her gaze skyward, Brienne feels the smallest smile tug at her face at the sunshine that seemingly leads her on the path her horse walks towards the south of her homeland, her first mission away from Evenfall Hall, as tasked by her father. She is to reach a small town and ensure its safety in the face of some thieves that have been ravaging particular families in the region. By no means is it a dangerous or particularly exciting request, but Brienne is more than happy to take it in her stride and defend this new place with her life, if it is asked of her.

Little stone houses greet her as her horse rides through the gates, and she reigns him towards the stables that she spots ahead of her. Many stop their conversations to watch her in awe, any armored person arriving on horseback is a sight to behold, but a woman? And one as tall as Brienne of Tarth? Naturally, news of her stature and ability had reached the south of the small island of Tarth, but none had seen her, save for the townsfolk that surround Evenfall Hall.

Dismounting from her horse, Brienne ties him safely within the stable and thanks him for his service with a pat to his side, before she begins her march around the town. In 30 minutes, she has mentally mapped out each street, and started to enquire with the locals about the thieves. Nodding along with every word, she absorbs as much information as she can and retains it, then moves to talk to the next person. Within a day, she has spoken to almost everyone in the town.

Retiring for the evening, Brienne makes her way to the local inn, sitting opposite a tavern. Though she hears music being played from within, she is too tired to venture inside, and instead continues her exhausted strides to the inn.

Acting on instinct, she awakes at dawn and takes her first patrol of the town, finding no disturbances or damaged buildings since the previous evening and considers her first day a success. Brienne stations herself at the market that day, having gained some insight from the locals that there are pickpockets who frequent it. Despite watching everyone that passes through the market carefully, there are a pair of eyes that she misses from within the tavern window at the end of the street. Not a criminal's eyes, by any means. Perhaps that is why Brienne fails to acknowledge them.

Having slept well the night before, Brienne patrols the town a few more times, until the late hours of the evening, to ensure the families she sees have not been bothered by any strange happenings. She recognises one of the mothers of a family to be the owner of a fruit stall that she was guarding at the market that day, and stops to ask her how the business has been recently.

“Thieves don’t bother themselves with the fruits of my labor, pardon the pun!” The mother laughs, Brienne chuckling with her.

Wishing her a safe night, Brienne tries to take her leave, but the mother grabs her arm.

“If you do get the chance, Lady Knight, you must come to the tavern for an evening! I think you would very much like the entertainment.” She giggles, and Brienne does not quite understand why.

“Thank you, I appreciate the invitation. Perhaps, when I am sure the thieves will not strike, I will pay it a visit.” Brienne nods at her gratefully, and with that, continues her final patrol before retiring for the night.

Seven days have passed since her arrival, and there has not been the slightest whisper of an attempt at thieving. Perhaps her presence has scared them off, Brienne often remarks to herself in a backhanded compliment. Despite the lack of happenings, the townsfolk have kept her quite busy, often stopping her on her patrols to talk to her, and more often not ending their conversations with further invitations to the tavern. Brienne thinks it is very kind, but that their persistence lends itself to the size of the town and lack of other forms of entertainment. The tavern is all they have, after all, they are likely to think its entertainment a gift from the Gods if they have nothing to compare it to. The more they ask, the less appealing the idea becomes to Brienne, not wanting her arrival to be a spectacle or - Gods be good - part of the entertainment. She is here to do a job, after all, not amuse the locals. She has had quite enough of being the punchline.

With another day’s lack of work completed, Brienne begins the same path she walks each and every evening to the inn. Having slept as well as she has each and every night here, and not having had to perform much in the form of physical labor - save for helping the townsfolk when they have needed assistance lifting or moving heavy objects, which she has had more than enough time to help with - she is not as tired as she has been on previous days. In fact, Brienne would go as far as to say she feels that she is on full alert and would not miss a trick, so if a thief was considering testing her this night, they would be making a sorrowful mistake.

As she walks towards the doors of the inn, the sound of chanting from within the tavern reaches her ears.

“SING OF THE LADY KNIGHT!”

Brienne stops dead in her tracks, slowly turning on her heel and straining to hear their chants, which are disordered now. Surely, they cant have been-

“LADY KNIGHT!”

Her eyes widen. Without hesitation, Brienne marches hurriedly to the tavern, but does not set foot inside. Instead, she stands beside an open window, out of sight from those within, but closer to hear the exact details of whatever is occurring.

“Alright, alright, another song for our magnificent Lady Knight, it is!”

That voice is…familiar, Brienne thinks. Frantically recalling every face and voice she has come to know in this town, she cannot match any of them to the words she just heard. Peaking around the window ever so slightly, Brienne’s eyes scan the inside of the tavern, recognising many of the townsfolk seated within, but there is one face that she has known longer than all the rest.

The candles strewn about the room cast a gentle, golden glow against your skin as you sit atop a table, singing beside another faceless man, playing a tune on a vielle that Brienne recognises by the first chord. Your eyes are closed, your expression focussed, a soft frown on your features as you part your lips. Brienne’s heart leaps, bounds and stops in her chest as she slams her armored back against the wall of the building, breathing heavily. It cant be, she thinks, there is no possible way that the Gods knew you would be here, the location of her very first mission, it cannot be you, she must be getting confu-

“Can you hear me say your name, forever?”

Gods be good, Brienne slowly lowers herself to the ground, her back still pressed to the wall of the building. And there she stays, in a state of shock, for the rest of the night. Song after song, reference after reference of things you have seen her do, questions of whether you saw her yesterday doing this or that, put to you by the crowd sitting around you, and you answering with “Yes, of course I did” every single time. Having never before felt the admiration of another, Brienne does not know how to lift herself from where she sits, perfectly in earshot of such genuine confessions.

That is, until the tavern closes for the night and the townsfolk begin to file out of the building. Quite suddenly, Brienne is scrambling to her feet and standing to attention, trying - and failing - to act as though she had been on patrol all night and just happened to be here, now. But as person after person exits the tavern, many of them stop to smile knowingly at the armored woman, giggling amongst themselves, but with no malicious intent. For the first time in her life, Brienne finds herself the topic of conversation for a nice reason.

Holding the hilt of her sword for comfort, Brienne waits and paces, long after the last of the crowd have left the building, because you still have not left yet and she cannot decide whether she is emotionally stable enough to speak to you tonight or if she is willing to try and survive the agony of waiting until tomorrow, so is stuck in a pacing equilibrium as she weighs the positives and negatives of both possibilities.

“Oh, Gods!”

Somehow, your exclamation of surprise is enough to make the towering, knightly woman jump in her skin, her armor rattling in a way that she knows will plague her mind while she screams into her pillow from the humiliation. Turning to face you, Brienne clears her throat.

“Good evening. I am Brienne of Tarth.”

Gulping nervously, you nod up at her. “Hello, my name is (Y/N), and…I know.”

Brienne wishes the ground to swallow her whole in that moment. Of course you knew that, you were singing about her no more than ten minutes ago! Now that you are in front of her, though, Brienne is actually allowing herself to take in the image of you. So much smaller than her, so much shyer than you were in the dream, than your voice had made you seem. There is a book that you hold to your chest with both arms, as though afraid someone will try to take it from you. Any thief caught by Brienne attempting to do such a thing would surely suffer.

“Sorry, I- please tell me you have not heard me tonight.” Your eyes are darting everywhere, returning to Brienne’s fleetingly, too bashful to hold her gaze.

“I did.” She answers you matter-of-factly, and you could have dropped dead.

“Oh, Gods, I am so sorry, Lady Brienne, I- if I’d have known, I never would have- please, do not think poorly of me, I only meant-”

“Thank you.” Brienne interrupts your rambling, her voice softer as she sees you crumble before her.

Now, your eyes cannot leave hers, they are wide with confusion and curiosity, searching hers for an explanation. “What?”

A soft, shy smile makes its way to Brienne’s face. “Thank you. Nobody has ever said such…kind things to me before, let alone sung them to a crowd.”

You frown at that. “I cannot understand why I am the first, you are the most beautiful and ethereal woman I have ever-” Your jaw drops at your own admission. “I’m sorry!”

And Brienne laughs, a hearty laugh accompanied by rosy cheeks. “Thank you, again. I must ask that you stop apologizing for your kindness.”

Relaxing slightly, you chuckle. “Thank you, I’ll try. I just do not want to make you uncomfortable. After all, few would react well to the news that someone you have never spoken to has written and performed songs about you.”

Glancing around the town, now silent save for the conversation between the two of you, Brienne nods at you. “May I walk you home, my Lady?”

Your jaw drops again. “R-Really? Why?”

Brienne already cannot resist smiling at the way you look up at her. “It is my duty to ensure all under my protection are safe, and yet somehow, we have not been introduced until today. I feel I must make amends with you for my negligence, starting immediately.”

Sensing the playful tone but serious reasoning behind Brienne’s words, you smile.

“Though I have been purposefully avoiding you to also avoid my own crippling embarrassment, I will never fail to take you up on such an offer, Lady Knight.” Your eyes widen. “L-Lady Brienne!”

Laughing at you endearingly, Brienne holds her arm out to you, and the moment you loop yours through it, she begins to walk in the direction of the stone houses.

“I am no lady, nor am I a knight.” She corrects you gently as you walk.

Sighing deeply, you rest your head against her arm. “To me, you are both and more.”

#brienne of tarth #brienne x reader #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne of tarth imagine #game of thrones #x reader #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

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melrosing · 10 months

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In ASOS and AFFC are we suppose to see jaime as a bundle of contradictions or something else? He saves Brienne from Loras and then has sex with Cersei in the sept by their dead son. He beheads a rapist and helps Pia but then threatens to kill and fling a baby. He doesn’t tell Blackfish about sansa or that Briene of Tarth is searching for her but ditches his army to run away with Brienne because she said she found sansa.

hmm so I don't know if this is coming in response to yesterday's ask about show!Jaime who I called a self-contradictory character, but contradictions and conflicts are not the same thing.

Jaime in the show is self-contradictory, because he tells himself he'd like to reclaim his honour and fill the White Book with good deeds, then shoves it off the table to fuck Cersei later in the same season and never thinks about it again. the notion of 'becoming a better person' sometimes seems to vaguely cross his mind at random moments, suggesting that as in early seasons, 'betterment' is an important theme for Jaime. but D&D do not want to commit to the theme, and so just wave it around impotently for the drama and to give Jaime's story the vaguest sense of a point, all whilst counterbalancing it with the entirely static relationship of the twins that they occasionally attempt to dismantle before deciding they can't commit to that and building it back up again, albeit unconvincingly

meanwhile, book Jaime also thinks that he wants to fill the White Book with good deeds, continues to mull over the meaning of carving a new legacy and pursuing honour and justice - all whilst struggling with the danger his family is in and the expectation that he should take up Tywin's mantle and methods in order to protect them. he does not abandon his hopes of reclaiming his honour when it suits him (as show Jaime often does) - rather, he clings to these hopes even when this actively works against him (see Genna's critique of Jaime as a leader and Jaime's methods as such). However, Jaime ultimately chooses personal honour in ADWD and does abandon his family - and this isn't contradictory, this is the character's decision in response to the many chapters struggling against the conflicting elements of his own storyline.

And likewise, Jaime's relationship with Cersei is also one of conflict, but not in the sense that it flip-flops - it moves in one direction. Jaime suspects the truth of Cersei, Jaime realises the truth of Cersei, Jaime distances himself from Cersei, Jaime abandons Cersei.

there are often times when Jaime's thoughts will contradict his words, and his words will contradict his actions, but his arc is not a contradictory one - it just encompasses conflicting elements, requiring the character concerned to sort through them in a way that is often drawn out and complicated. sometimes it induces conflicting emotions in him, sometimes it requires him to contradict his own hopes and wants. but it's cohesive and the vision is clear

#ask #jaime lannister

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esamastation · 1 year

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Do you do gender bender aus? I was turning over the thought of a fem!Desmond au ala Impermanence or that one where Ezio and Leonardo watch Desmond with the Apple and bring him to their time but something about it wasn't doing it for me until I realized I was casting Desmond as like a Katniss girl when really the correct answer was Brien of Tarth Desmond AKA Mommy Desmond. Just an absolute unit of a woman swinging reinsurance men over her shoulder like a handbag. And still looking like Ezio and Altair just MOMMY. I want Ezio to see her and awaken to the desire to get thrown around during sex lol.

Now that's a mental image.

I don't do gender bender because it gets messy in my head, no, but I might've entertained the thought once or twice. Mainly because I think Desmond might very well be the only guy I could write turning female all of sudden without it ending up in body dysmorphophobia.

And yeah he would absolutely be a Unit of a Woman, wouldn't he?

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strangesmallbard · 1 year

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not that i believe jaime and brienne are both surviving the series, but here are my headcanons for their children:

brien lannister of tarth: their first kid, name is pronounced like “brian.” jaime named him after brienne because they have the same eyes and hair color, and he’s a LARGE lad. brienne’s twin physically, but he doesn’t like sword fighting or violence or even threatening people with violence. people kept handing this kid a sword because he’s so warrior shaped, but he cried every time. meanwhile, he loves books and learning and poetry and memorizing the names of flowers. he’s sent to oldtown to forge his maester’s chain and later becomes maester brien of winterfell to the next stark generation :)

joanna lannister of tarth: their second-born kid, brienne named her after jaime’s mom. very exact combination of both parents physically; joanna is all wiry muscle with light gold hair and greenish blue eyes. she’s into swordplay and jousting like her dad, and has a shrewd political mind like grandpa tywin. however, she’s raised with a lot of love and reverence for honor—although a more complex version than westeros typically sees. jaime enjoys watching her creatively insult their guests at tarth. in her off-hours, she’s very, very funny, and likes writing limericks and playing the harp. very bisexual.

#braime #yell.txt

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rightous-int · 3 years

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I LIKE

BIG GIRLS

ITTY BITTY GIRLS

MISSISIPI GIRLS

AND THE CITY GIRLS

I LIKE THE PRETTY GIRLS WITH THE BOW TIE

GET YOUR NAILS DID LET IT BLOW DRY

I LIKE A BIG BEARD

I LIKE THE CLEAN FACE

I DON'T DISCRIMINATE

COME AND GET A TASTE

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ser-thundery · 5 years

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NCW, probably.

#jaime lannister #braime #jaime x brienne #jaime lannister is alive clown club #brienne of tarth #jaime #lady brienne #ser brienne #braimie #ser jaime #got #jliacc #briene of tarth #clownery to death

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givemethesword · 5 years

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“Patience on a Monument” by betts is one of the most beautifully written JB fics i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. The writing is INCREDIBLE and if you haven’t had a chance to go read it please do.

#braime #jaime x brienne #briene of tarth

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xtorbes · 5 years

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sapphires-and-gold-fics · 5 years

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So this is a bit from Ch 36 of my work in progress - I would LOOOOOOOVE to get it illustrated, but I’m not good at drawing people. At all. So if anyone is looking for inspiration or has any commission suggestions, I’m open. Send me your artists!

#braime #jaime lannister #jaime x brienne #briene of tarth #s4

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thought-begone · 5 years

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"This is game of thrones. Endings aren't supposed to be happy"

Cool then why did the starks got their disney endings and my girl got stabbed?

#game of thrones #sansa stark #arya stark #jon snow #daenarys targaryen #bran stark #tyrion lannister #briene of tarth #gendry baratheon

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anitariquelmeok · 5 years

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There’s this song that I really like that, somehow, makes me think about Braime, at least it makes me think about them until right before Jaime left her. Anyway, I translated it to English (It’s a poor translation, but I did my best). Let me know what you think about it.

Also, I leave you the link to the song: https://open.spotify.com/track/09QfIIP4NUx4A3thmovb2o?si=6DRMYzA8RXuMEYTFUkIqtA

As soon as I saw you I couldn't find out Love at first sight doesn't work on me After I loved you I understood That it wouldn't be that bad To taste your other half I didn't care if we messed up our friendship I didn't care, whatever We were such good friends until today That I tried your performance at love (making) I took advantage that we had drunk a lot You let yourself and I caught you Even though we knew it was wrong We kept going until we finish together When we realized what was going on I kept kissing you, and well Only you, I don't need anything else I would adore you all eternity You must be perfect You must be perfect, perfect to me my love How did it happen I switched roles You used to be my friend now you're my wife You must be perfectly, exactly what I always dreamt about The time that went on was even better We already knew each other and we knew what we both wanted So love keeps us hostages, I'll be forever in love with you and I guarantee you that I'll love you every night We were such good friends until today That I tried your performance at love (making) I took advantage that we had drunk a lot You let yourself and I caught you Even though we knew it was wrong We kept going until we finish together When we realized what was going on I kept kissing you, and well Only you, I don't need anything else I would adore you all eternity You must be perfect You must be perfect, perfect to me my love How did it happen I switched roles You used to be my friend now you're my wife You must be perfectly, exactly what I always dreamt about

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Braime - Fire Meet Gasoline.

au! no.1 - Jaime x Brienne

Ouvi alguém bater em minha porta, por um minuto eu pensei em ignorar devido a quantidade de coisas que precisava fazer, mas eu sabia que não poderia fazer aquilo infelizmente. Mandei entrar, era a minha única escolha.

- Bom dia Brienne, eu preciso conversar com você. - ele disse.

- Bom, eu estou um pouco ocupada... Você poderia voltar mais tarde, Bronn?

- Na verdade, não. - larguei a caneta que estava em minha mão e olhei para ele. - Eu vou direto ao ponto, já que está ocupada.

- Estou esperando. - eu disse, sem rodeios.

- Eu estou fora, eu me demito, eu estou cansado de trabalhar aqui, e... eu arrumei um emprego melhor numa cidade próxima daqui. Espero que não fique chateada ou irritada por eu te avisar em cima da hora. - aquilo era tudo o que eu NÃO precisava naquele momento, mas eu respirei fundo e tentei manter a calma. - Enfim, estou indo buscar minhas coisas, foi um prazer trabalhar nessa empresa.

- Espere...

Antes mesmo que eu pudesse terminar de falar, ele saiu. Minha única reação foi abaixar minha cabeça e coçar meus cabelos pensando 'e agora, o que eu vou fazer...'. Eu já estava atolada naquele serviço e eu não ia conseguir entregar os relatórios no prazo sem aquele funcionário. E eu achei que aquele dia seria apenas mais um dia comum e um pouco estressante como todos os outros, mas eu me enganei, o dia estava apenas começando e uma bomba havia estourado em minhas mãos então eu precisava agir.

Imediatamente, peguei todos os currículos empoeirados que estavam guardados em minha gaveta, e comecei a procurar por alguém com experiência e que pudesse começar a trabalhar amanhã, ou se possível hoje, será que era exigir demais?

Passei alguns minutos analisando aqueles currículos, até achar um que me chamou muita atenção. Jaime Lannister, ele tinha uma vasta experiência na área. Peguei o telefone e liguei para o número que havia em seu currículo, torcendo para que ele estivesse disponível, afinal de contas, eu não tinha ideia de quando ele havia entregado aquele currículo. Mas para a minha sorte, ele atendeu.

- Bom dia, Jaime Lannister?

- Bom dia, você está falando com ele. Quem gostaria?

- Jaime, meu nome é Brienne e eu sou gerente geral da Companhia Tarth. Você deixou um currículo com a gente, eu gostaria de saber se ainda está interessado em trabalhar conosco? - meus dedos estavam cruzados.

- Interessado eu estou, mas não achei que fossem me ligar... Eu deixei meu currículo aí faz quase um ano, eu acho...

- Na verdade, um de nossos funcionários pediu as contas de última hora, e nos deixou na mão. Então fui analisar o banco de currículos e encontrei o seu. Você é perfeito para a vaga, precisamos de alguém com a experiência que você possui. Só preciso fazer mais algumas perguntas pessoalmente para saber se você está mesmo apto para trabalhar conosco.

- Ah, entendi. E quando eu posso ir até ai?

- Hoje? Ou melhor, agora? Se você puder, é claro... - eu realmente estava desesperada torcendo para uma resposta positiva.

- Nossa... Ok, eu consigo chegar ai em mais ou menos uns 40 minutos, tudo bem para você?

- Claro, perfeito. Quando chegar é só dizer seu nome na portaria. Estarei te aguardado.

- Ok, muito obrigado.

Senti um elefante saindo das minhas costas naquele momento, mas haviam 3 elefantes em minhas costas então eu resolvi voltar ao trabalho e esperar até que Jaime chegasse para a entrevista. Ajeitei os papeis espalhados em minha mesa e voltei a fazer as minhas anotações. Eu fiquei completamente focada naquilo que mal vi a hora passar. Fui surpreendida pelo telefone tocando. Era meu secretário anunciando que finalmente Jaime havia chegado para a entrevista. Imediatamente, eu levantei e arrumei um pouco a bagunça de papeis em minha mesa para causar uma boa impressão, também ajeitei meu cabelo para não passar a impressão de chefe maluca cansada com a quantidade de trabalho pela frente e então fui até a porta para conhecer o mais novo funcionário da Companhia Tarth, ou não.

Quando eu abri a porta, eu quase cai de costas. Que homem lindo. Um pouco mais baixo que eu o que era normal, cabelos dourados e uma barba por fazer, ele vestia uma blusa de couro e uma calça jeans um pouco justa. Eu arregalei os meus olhos para ter certeza do que estava vendo mas cada segundo que passava eu só conseguia achar mais um detalhe que me fascinava. Que perigo. Mantenha o foco, Brienne... Era a frase que eu repetia em pensamento enquanto olhava para ele.

- Jaime, bom dia. Vamos lá? - eu disse com a voz um pouco tremula, pois eu não estava mesmo esperando um homem como aquele.

- Bom dia, Brienne. Vamos. - ele disse isso olhando fixamente em meus olhos, com um olhar penetrante que me deixou um pouco sem jeito.

Então ele entrou em minha sala, deixei que ele entrasse na frente para observar ele de costas também. Olhei para Tyrion, meu secretário, e ele apenas deu uma risada de canto como se soubesse exatamente o que eu estava pensando. Eu estava completamente fodida.

Entrei na sala e pedi para que Jaime se acomodasse, e assim ele o fez. Sentei em minha cadeira, respirei fundo e tentei evitar contato visual, mesmo sabendo que era impossível em uma entrevista de emprego.

- Brienne... - eu apenas fiz um sinal positivo com a cabeça - Antes de mais nada, me perdoe pela aparencia, bom, como você sabe eu... Eu sai de casa as pressas e mal tive tempo de fazer minha barba. - meu querido? sua barba era o menor dos problemas, eu pensei. Aliás, não havia problema algum.

- Ah, Jaime fique tranquilo, isso jamais seria um problema... Mas então, vamos começar.

Comecei pelo basico, perguntando sua idade, perguntando de sua experiência, tudo o que a entrevistadora deveria perguntar. Pensando pelo lado profissional, ele era a pessoa perfeita para trabalhar na empresa, porém não era aquilo que me preocupava. Jaime tinha um olhar muito expressivo, era possível saber o que ele pensava somente pelos seus olhos e aquilo era um problema, um problema que eu adoraria ter. Foco, Brienne, eu pensava. Nós dois parecíamos estar nos entendendo muito bem, apesar de eu achar que assim como eu, ele estava interessado em algo que ia além do ramo profissional, porque conforme o tempo ia passando, seu olhar mudava, olhar que estava fixo em mim desde o momento em que sentamos frente a frente para começar aquela entrevista, ele me olhava e inclinava seu rosto para o lado enquanto jogava seus cabelos para trás, pode parecer estranho porque nós havíamos acabado de nos conhecer, mas nós parecíamos estar loucos um pelo outro. Ah meu Deus onde eu estava me metendo...

- Me desculpe por interromper, está um pouco calor aqui. - ele disse enquanto se levantou e tirou sua jaqueta, colocando-a sob o sofá atrás dele. Eu engoli seco. - Então, você gostou do meu currículo, de minha experiência... Isso significa que eu estou apto para trabalhar para você, Brienne? - Jaime arqueou suas sobrancelhas me encarando.

- Sim, se você quiser, pode começar hoje... - eu disse, e em seguida dei um sorriso e Jaime retribuiu.

- Seria um prazer, Brienne. - eu queria entender a necessidade dele me chamar pelo nome toda vez que falava comigo, parecia que era algo para me provocar. No fundo, ele deveria saber que era um homem bonito, talvez soubesse do meu interesse por ele... A aquela altura do campeonato, eu já devia ter dado vários olhares com segundas intenções para ele.

- Ótimo, então vamos lá, eu vou te mostrar a sua sala, e o que você precisa fazer.

Jaime fez um sinal positivo com a cabeça, então se levantou e pegou sua jaqueta, enquanto eu levantei e fui em direção a porta, eu pude perceber que ele seguiu meu corpo com o seu olhar, dando uma leve risada de canto. Eu estava com medo de cometer um erro contratando um homem pelo qual eu estava louca de desejo, mas eu era uma pessoa muito focada em meu trabalho, o que me fazia pensar que vê-lo todos os dias não me faria mal algum.

Durante o caminho até a sala, eu e Jaime não trocamos sequer uma palavra, apenas olhares, olhares carregados de desejo.

- Enfim, chegamos... Esta é a sua sala, Jaime... - eu parei na porta observando ele prestando atenção em cada detalhe do local. - Peço desculpas pela bagunça, o nosso antigo funcionário saiu hoje e nós não tivemos tempo de organizar.

- Não me peça desculpas, Brienne, a sala está ótima. - maldito! Toda vez que ele me chamava pelo nome eu sentia minhas pernas ficarem bambas.

Me dirigi até a mesa, e chamei Jaime para explicar o que ele ia precisar fazer, pelo menos por enquanto. Então peguei alguns papeis e comecei a organizá-los por tipos para mostrar o que cada um deles era, quando Jaime parou do meu lado, e me olhou nos olhos por alguns segundos, e em seguida desviou o olhar para os papeis em cima da mesa. Ele sabia que eu estava interessada, naquele momento eu pude ter certeza daquilo.

- Então, Jaime... Existem vários tipos de documentos, cada um deles precisa ser preenchido de forma diferente. Esse aqui - coloquei minha mão sob um dos papeis. - Por exemplo...

Jaime se aproximou mais ainda de mim, fazendo com que eu pudesse sentir sua respiração em meu pescoço, e sua mão deslizou pelo meu braço até encontrar a minha, apontando para o papel em cima da mesa.

- Esse aqui, Brienne? - ele disse enquanto me olhava nos olhos.

Eu não consegui responder, fiquei encarando-o por alguns segundos com um olhar carregado de desejo e tesão, e eu percebi que ele sentia o mesmo. Senti meu coração bater mais forte quando Jaime desceu seu olhar analisando cada curva em meu corpo.

- Jaime... - eu sussurrei seu nome enquanto meu corpo arrepiava com a precisão de seu toque.

- Brienne... - e ele sussurrou o meu. - Eu sei que você me quer, Brienne... Eu só preciso de um sinal...

Eu sequer consegui responder, meu corpo estava em transe devido aos toques de Jaime, mas eu o queria, e também queria que ele soubesse daquilo então eu segurei em seu rosto e dei um leve sorriso. Imediatamente eu vi seu rosto vindo em minha direção, e nossos lábios se encontraram, num beijo fervoroso e carregado de desejo. Eu sentia seus dedos percorrendo todo o meu couro cabeludo, me deixando arrepiada. Eu nunca havia desejado tanto um homem daquela forma. Sem pensar duas vezes eu tirei a sua camiseta e observei cada centímetro de seu peito enquanto mordia meu lábio inferior demonstrando meu tesão. Eu estava louca, e ele também. Jaime me virou de costas para a mesa, me sentou e tirou minha blusa e sutiã. Eu consegui sentir o volume de seu pau em minha perna enquanto seus lábios percorriam meu pescoço, descendo para meu ombro até encontrarem meus seios. Soltei um leve gemido, e Jaime respondeu com uma risada de quem sabia muito bem o que estava fazendo. Eu segurei forte em seu cabelo e fui empurrando-o para baixo, eu estava adorando, mas eu queria mais. Abri o zíper e tirei minha saia, enquanto ele beijava o meu corpo. Sua mão afastou minha calcinha para o lado e invadiu meu íntimo e nossos olhares se encontraram, e eu gemi alto.

- Shhh! Ta querendo que alguém pegue a gente no flagra, Brienne? - ele disse enquanto movia seus dedos em minha boceta. - Fica quietinha. - sussurrou.

Mordi meu lábio inferior tentando conter todo o meu tesão enquanto Jaime ia se aproximando cada vez mais de minha boceta, eu queria sentir sua língua, então tirei minha calcinha e abri minhas pernas, e quando pude notar, ele já estava entre elas. Para cima e para baixo, ele sabia exatamente onde me lamber. Eu estava me contorcendo pois eu queria gritar. Dois de seus dedos me invadiram e alcançaram meu ponto G, o que me fez puxar seus cabelos com mais força. Jaime sorriu, um sorriso safado, filho da puta. Se ele continuasse naquele ritmo, eu ia gozar, mas eu não queria gozar, não ainda. Então puxei Jaime para cima e dei um longo beijo em sua boca. Agarrei em seu pescoço e fui empurrando ele para trás, empurrando-o com força em um poltrona que havia naquela sala. Ele não tirava aquele sorriso safado do rosto, o que me deixava mais insana de vontade de sentar nele. Mas eu ia me segurar. Ele delicadamente abriu o botão e zíper e tirou sua calça, jogando-a para longe.

- Ajoelhe-se, Brienne. - eu obedeci, me ajoelhei em sua frente e fui em direção ao seu pau, que pulsava embaixo de sua cueca, a qual eu me livrei imediatamente.

Finalmente ele estava nu, então eu peguei em seu pau e sem rodeios coloquei ele todo em minha boca. Não demorou até que ele colocasse suas mãos em meus cabelos, me fazendo subir e descer com o seu pau em minha boca, que aliás, era delicioso. Eu o chupava com vontade, e conseguia ouvir Jaime murmurar algumas palavras, inclusive o meu nome o qual ele adorava falar. Dei uma atenção especial para a cabeça, enquanto olhava nos olhos dele. Ele inclinava a cabeça para trás e sua respiração era ofegante.

Jaime me puxou pelo cabelo fazendo nossos rostos ficarem colados um no outro, e em seguida me beijou, seu pau pulsava em minha perna, e seu desejo era tentador. Sem descolar nossos corpos eu me ajeitei em cima daquela poltrona e sentei em seu colo, fazendo o seu pau entrar todo dentro de mim, e dessa vez quem fez barulho foi Jaime.

- Você quer que alguém nos pegue no flagra, Jaime? - eu disse com um tom de deboche, e um sorriso no rosto que fez ele enlouquecer mais ainda.

- Brienne... - ele disse enquanto fechava os olhos e inclinava sua cabeça para trás, novamente, demonstrando estar louco de tesão.

Suas mãos seguraram forte em meu rosto enquanto eu subia e descia em seu colo, com força, sentindo seu pau me preenchendo por inteira. Eu queria gemer, mas ninguém podia nos ouvir, então tudo o que eu podia fazer era agarrar em seus braços fortes para descontar todo o tesão que eu estava sentindo. Jaime segurou em minhas pernas e em um movimento rápido levantou-se da poltrona e tomou o controle. Minhas pernas estavam posicionadas em seus ombros quando ele entrou em mim novamente, devagar, olhando em meus olhos e esperando o gemido que eu estava prestes a soltar. Sua mão pousou em minha boca, me fazendo ficar calada, e seus movimentos foram aumentando o ritmo, mais forte, mais rápido, e mais rápido. Minhas unhas arranhavam suas costas e ele parecia gostar daquilo.

- Eu quero te fazer gozar, Brienne. - Jaime mordeu seu lábio inferior e em seguida colocou seu dedão em meu clitóris, fazendo movimentos precisos, no mesmo ritmo em que seu pau entrava em mim. Eu estava entregue a ele, e sabia que não iria demorar muito para gozar. Ele não tirava os olhos de mim, Jaime parecia gostar de ver minha expressão carregada de desejo, aquilo o deixava mais inspirado e com mais vontade de estar vivendo aquele momento. Senti meu corpo estremecer com a chegada do orgasmo, então agarrei com força em seu peito e virei os meus olhos, enquanto minhas pernas tremiam em seus ombros. Eu gozei gostoso, enquanto gemia o seu nome pedindo para que ele não parasse, e ele não parou. Eu ainda estava em transe quando senti os movimentos aumentando o ritmo novamente, ele batia com força dentro de mim, enquanto sua mão segurava forte em meu pescoço, eu amava aquela brutalidade.

Não demorou muito até eu sentir seu líquido quente dentro de mim, seguido de um suspiro fundo de Jaime. Então ele me beijou, um beijo lento e molhado para finalizar aquele ato delicioso que nós dois tínhamos acabo de fazer. Ambos sorrimos um para o outro, pois sabíamos da loucura que nós dois havíamos acabado de cometer.

Jaime se levantou e vestiu suas roupas, e eu fiz o mesmo. Eu estava voltando para a realidade quando olhei para o relógio e vi que havia se passado mais de uma hora. Eu estava definitivamente fodida, e atolada de trabalho para fazer. Me vesti rapidamente, um pouco desajeitada e em seguida olhei para ele, que havia acabado de se jogar no sofá.

- Ok, o que aconteceu aqui? - eu perguntei meio confusa sem saber se aquilo tinha sido real ou se era apenas um delírio da minha cabeça.

- Eu poderia te descrever todos os detalhes, Brienne... Ou melhor, eu poderia fazer tudo de novo. - safado, ele tinha um charme irresistível e eu sabia que se ficasse naquela sala por mais alguns minutos eu ia ceder novamente. - Mas nós dois estamos cheios de trabalho para fazer, não é mesmo?

- Nós estamos mesmo... Meu deus eu não estou acreditando que... - fui interrompida pela voz deliciosa de Jaime em meu ouvido.

- Já aconteceu... E eu tenho certeza que vai acontecer de novo... Agora vá para a sua sala, antes que desconfiem de nós dois... - eu aposto que já estavam desconfiando. - Antes de ir embora, venha até aqui novamente. Eu vou estar esperando, nós precisamos conversar ou quem sabe repetir a dose... - Ao dizer isso, Jaime deu um tapa em minha bunda e sorriu com cara de safado, só para me deixar mais louca por ele ainda. Em seguida ele voltou para a sua mesa e sentou, observando todos aqueles papeis jogados ali em cima.

Resolvi não falar nada, eu precisava de ar, e de um copo de água então apenas fiz o que ele pediu, e quando eu estava abrindo a porta eu ouvi sua voz novamente.

- Brienne... - ele disse em um tom de voz um pouco mais alto, e eu me virei para ver do que se tratava. - Gostosa. - após dizer isso, um enorme sorriso surgiu em seu rosto, e em seguida uma piscada. Eu apenas virei os meus olhos e respondi o sorriso com outro.

Ah, Jaime... Nós dois estamos apenas começando.

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