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Bequeathed from Pale Estates By Author376

In a Westeros where Soulmates are bound and Marked by the Gods to bind Houses together and pay blood debts, Lyarra Snow and Oberyn Martell are about to get a shock…

Winter Thorns of Highgarden (FF | AO3) By Madrigal_in_training (FF | AO3)

The knight's supposed to save the princess from the dragon but here, the princess is a dragon, the knight is a bookish lord, and the greatest threat is either the old lady in the blue wimple or the honorable warden with the Ice sword. Because no one thought a second Stark girl would be kidnapped for marriage or that the sensible Willas Tyrell would be the one to kidnap her.

Incandescent (FF | AO3) By Madrigal_in_training (FF | AO3)

In a moment of grief-stricken madness, Catelyn Stark attempts to murder her husband’s bastard. Yet her entire worldview shatters when Lyarra Snow refuses to burn. Fem!Jon, Lyarra x Robb

A Golden Age By margotdavid (FF | AO3)

At her father's request, Alysanne calls the banners and marches south. For what reason, she is not sure, but as she meets the lions on the field, Alysanne finds that she was more fire in her blood than she though. Tywin Lannister is seeing his house crumble to the ground because of his daughter. Worse, a wild girl just defeated his army. But when the face of Rhaella Targaryen appears in front of him, he makes a gamble that might just save his legacy.

A Song of Vengeance (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

15 years ago, the Targaryens were forced into exile by the rebel alliance of the West-Stormlands-Vale-Riverlands... and Dorne. To ensure the loyalty of the hostile North, Aly Stark was wed to King Robert's closest friend, Oberyn Martell. Now, after 15 years, the wolves and dragons' pieces are in place, and they will have revenge. (Role Reversal.) Martell Centric. Hiatus

A Song of Marked Souls (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

In a world where magic remains strong and the Old Gods keep active in the lives of their followers, Alyssa Snow and Oberyn Martell bear Marks that, according to the ancient gods that lurk in the weir woods, destine them for greatness. (Fem!Jon Snow. Not for Tully fans. OOC!Characters)

Princess of Wolves, Prince of Snakes (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

After the Lions' coup, Aegon VI flees with his wife, mother, uncle and cousins in search of allies and safety in order to regain his throne. But there is only one place to go: The Winterlands, the only part of Westeros to remain independent of the Iron Throne. Hiatus until summer

The Star of the North (AWOIAF | GOT | AO3) By IWantColouredRain (FF | AO3)

Just when Lady Alarra Stark feels she has no escape other than death, she finds another option in the form of a Dornish viper and his elegant paramour.

There and Back Again (FF | AO3) By Naerys Blackfyre (FF | AO3)

After the events of season 8, Jon of House Targaryen is sent back in time to fulfill his destiny as the prince that was promised. Jonsa, Gendyra, RhaeLya, Anti-Dany, Dany fans beware. AU! NOT ANYTHING LIKE CANON!

Father of Dragons (FF | AO3) By Naerys Blackfyre (FF | AO3)

"How did you know of this chest Sam?" Jon's eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. "Hummm…oh uh well Maester Aemon told me to give this chest to you when he died. He said that you would most likely be in need of them." Sam answers with a shrug. Jon stared at Sam with a frown painted on this face. What could Maester Aemon possibly wanted to give him? Jonsa, Gendrya, Braime, RhaeEliaLya, Anti-Dany

Lost Girl By prussianblues

She leaves the Seven Kingdoms a bastard and returns a queen.

Or, Joanna Snow is in King’s Landing when Cersei seizes the city, and Varys sneaks her out to meet her brother. A meddling Magister later, she meets Daenerys as well.

A story told in drabbles.

To Go Forward By togo

Jon Snow wakes up in Winterfell, two years in the past. He struggles with his knowledge of the upcoming wars, the mystery of his mother's forgotten letters, and the prophecy of the Prince That Was Promised. How much time does he have until the Others invade Westeros?

A Second Time Around By ratclanqueen

"I know this is hard for you to understand but we have already lived this life once. The Gods are blessing us. I saw this before the Night King broke through the Wall. We have been reborn into our bodies before Jon Arryn's murder with our memories and knowledge of what could possibly lie ahead," Bran told them.

When all of House Stark wake up one morning with their deaths being their clearest memories, the wheel begins to turn. The game has a new player in the form of Sansa Stark, the Red Wolf of Winterfell and the Queen in the North before her death, who is determined to see her family grow old and happy in Winterfell and the Iron Throne melted to a puddle of metal at her feet.

Dragons of Red, Dragons of White By NightDrake

After the Duel on the Trident, there are ramifications that none could foresee. In the world built afterwards, dragons once again rule and roam Westeros, among them the son of a northern beauty and the king. Prince Jon and his kin, Stark and Targaryen alike, face new challenges from both without and within. Whatever the future holds, the Seven Kingdoms will learn that, whether in a coat of red or a coat of white, a dragon still has claws.

Manners and Misunderstandings By mostlyclouds

The Stark sisters have travelled all the way to London to begin their first season, leaving behind the familiar world of Winterfell Hall and a disappointed Jon Stark- with whom the eldest Miss Stark has been convinced to break off a connection. In London they join family friends the Baratheons and the fashionable young Tyrells in a world of romance and balls.

Meanwhile Gendry Waters has been plucked out of the life he knew to become his ailing father's heir, Robb, Theon and later Rickon embark on military careers in the Napoleonic wars, and their aunt Lysa makes a foolish marriage.

When tragedy hits the family, they must come together, learning how manners may hide monsters and the best people are often those misunderstood by society.

The Conquest By DolorousEdditor

An AU of grand scale inspired by a prompt by Oblongata.

Three hundred years after Aegon the Conqueror built a new empire on the ashes of the Valyrian Freehold the known world is a place of war. The Targaryen Empire is pressed by enemies, the Seven Kingdoms war amongst themselves and forces contrive to pull them all apart.

Amidst all this are a prince and princess who fear themselves ruined by the horrors they've endured. Together they might be the hope their people are looking for. More importantly, they might be the dream both abandoned long ago.

A Caged Songbird By bikadoo

“I will be a silent, and dutiful wife,” Sansa spits. “I will be their pretty little songbird, and wear their ugly crown, and sit on their painful throne. I shall give him a babe, and my love, and I will wait until he thinks that he has won. And then I shall take his life."

Shae goes still. "You ... you plan to kill the King?"

"No," Sansa says. "I plan to kill my husband."

A Knight's Watch By DolorousEdditor

Jon Snow is forbidden to take the black by his father. Instead he sent to squire for a famous knight, beginning a long arduous journey that causes him to cross paths with characters he never would have. Along the way he learns truths long hidden and discovers love in the most unlikely of places.

All of this in the shadow of the War of Five Kings and the coming of the Others.

[jaimexbrienne-fic-finder]

Hey ! I’m looking at a braime ff but I don’t remember the title.. I remember tho Jaime coming to fight for the living, jaime stays with brienne.. a kinda fix-it ao3 fanfiction

WHAT i remember the most is Brienne got pregnant with triplets thus making her really sick. she doesn’t want to drink or eat anything. so jaime is pissed of with this attitude and decides to ask (in a bold way, with tyrion and brienne besides her) making her drink the medicine to her. she eventually listens to lady stark, vow obliged.

at the end of the ff they living a peaceful life in Tarth with their 2 girls (with savages behavior) and one boy more reserved.

Please if someone remember it make it known 🥹🥹

And Counting by nubbins_for_all

The scene you are talking about is in Chapter 6 and the ending fits as well, so I am fairly confident it is the right one!

But if not let me know and I will try to find the right one!

[scoundrels-in-love]

Climb on your tears like a ladder to a rose, baby (There's a time to rest, There's a time to move on)

Three times Brienne doesn't have a birthday party and the one she does.

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Brienne-centric | Angst and Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Grief | No Major Character Death | Birthday blues | And gradual growth | Happy, Hopeful ending

Also on AO3.

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Disclaimer: This work is in no way or form related to author's personal life or personal wish fulfillment. /s

That said, early Happy New Year, everyone! Thank you for sharing so much love and creativity, whether in procuring new content or amazing comments, or pressing that kudos button!  Best of wishes in the 2021, may we all find healing or at least a glimpse of hope it is possible.

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Brienne is ten and there is a movie on the large, chunky TV that sometimes needs to be smacked to work right. Specifically, there's a birthday party scene, complete with pretty banners and colorful balloons in shapes she didn't know were sold, and they're singing Happy Birthday and the child is blowing out birthday candles. Making a wish. The girl shares it with her friend later and Brienne scoffs, because everyone knows you're not supposed to say your wishes out loud. (That way, your dad's eyes don't get sad when he knows he can't fulfill it.)

Other than that, she doesn't really think about it much, never has. It's as foreign to her as the palm trees and sipping juice from a coconut. She supposes it's real to someone, somewhere, but not to her. People of Tarth have a different song to sing, but most of them don't sing any at all, nor did they blow out candles before they picked the tradition up from Mainlanders recently.

At least, that's what Brienne thinks. It's not like she's been to any birthday parties. But that's what her dad has told her of how he grew up. And that's how it continues in their household.

She gets a tight hug and a kiss on top of her head and a few presents, and a cake that doesn't have a shiny candle in it, but tastes just as good.

It's good and it's warm, when winter winds run hungry for snow to chase, and she doesn't wonder if she'd be like that kid in the other movie, the one to whose birthday party no one came.

She doesn't.

II

She is twenty three and she is picking out her own birthday cake. Her eyes skip over the number candles, because she's far too old for that kind of thing, and she doesn't even want the cake. She just doesn't want to think how sad he'd be if she didn't buy it. It’s her first after his passing and the thought of his worry is sharp. It’s never been deserved, but inescapable, because that’s what parents do, except she never managed to do what children are supposed to - to provide and take care so the final years are long and kind.

The cake blurs slightly as she exits the store, across the street from her apartment complex that seems to have lost the last of its colors in these winter months and the few strung up Sevenmas lights highlight that.

Brienne thinks her peers would call her insane if she told them she thinks winter in King's Landing is a lot more bleak than the ones she spent on Tarth. There is sharp quality to the contrast between the pale sky and darkening, rich color of water, even the jagged cliff edges stretching toward the horizon. It keeps one vigilant, wakeful. Here, the mild autumn grows more dulled and wraps everyone in an unassuming cocoon that slowly drifts toward spring, which finally hatches not quite rested.

But they have called her uglier things, too.

"Words are wind," her dad would tell her, but the wind isn't the same here, it doesn't take anything with it, only swirls dust around her. Brienne chokes on it, chokes on the echo as well.

Her father had loved the best he could, loved her truly, and if that rent ravines in her ribs, prone to collapsing in on themselves until she stacks them up again like a house of cards, then what hope of being loved gently, wholly, purposefully does she have?

She misses being hugged and told it's okay even when it's clearly a lie. She misses the certainty that her own love wasn't selfish. "He is in a better place now," they had told her, as if it didn't mean she had failed him utterly, repeatedly, until she had carved a crypt in the stone with her pacing?

Brienne falls asleep crying in a bed that doesn't feel hers, but she can't remember last time anything did.

III

Brienne is twenty eight and she pauses at the hallway mirror to fix her ponytail. There is half eaten cake on the kitchen table, bought at half price as leftover from Sevenmas, and a freshly opened wine bottle. It's the same kind her dad had brought her for her eighteenth birthday and she's never bothered to find another one she likes. (It tastes like the kind of summer she's never had.)

In this light, it's hard to tell if the shadows beneath her eyes are from the bit of mascara she had tried to scrub away a minute ago or the exhaustion she unintentionally cultivates like a little succulent garden on the windowsill.

She doesn't focus on the ugly or the beautiful of her face now, it's not what caught her attention. Brienne just stares at her reflection and thinks how she looks neither young nor old, that she just is. And that she has no idea what it means.

Shouldn't she know? Shouldn't she know by now? Shouldn't she be past the age where she is grabbing at dream colored smoke? Shouldn't she...

Brienne looks away before the first tears fall.

She eats her cake and thinks how her dad had told her that hawthorn and cranberries alike turn almost sweet after the first frost. How many frosts have been there now? Brienne's lost the count and the feeling of warmth alike.

She ends up drinking a little too much of the wine and going to bed early, looking at the single candle-look alike flickering on the table and willing herself to sleep after this completely ordinary day that should’ve been something, but it never is. (She isn’t.)

+ IV

Brienne is thirty six and her sides hurt from laughing.

She extracts herself from the couch corner, which Jaime immediately expands into like a lazy cat while flashing her a grin. When she comes back, he might try to coax her into his lap and maybe she will even concede.

She opens another juice carton and refills her glass, leans against the counter and watches her friends arguing over a board game in the living room. It's odd, to know you belong and yet to be so aware of it in this moment, and she cannot quite throw herself back in there, even though it is no mirage she could simply crash through. Instead, Brienne follows the cool and tethering moonlight that has looped itself around her feet.

She steps out into the garden - because that's a thing she has now. There is a thin, crunchy layer of snow that will bite through her fluffy slippers any moment now, chasing her back inside. But for now, she cranes her face toward the sky, sending white little puffs of breath chasing after clouds that slip across the moon.

The door opens behind her and she doesn't look who it is, because there's no one here that she'd want to hide away from. She's lucky, Brienne thinks, that trust was never a truly foreign concept to her, though she's had to learn how to expand it and recognize its many forms like a toddler would with a shape sorter.

Arms wrap around her waist and Brienne allows herself to lean back and rest against Jaime's chest as he props his chin on her shoulder. She considers telling him that she's fine, because she likes to say that, now that she knows how it feels to truly mean it, even if it's not every day. Instead, she allows the bittersweet ache in her chest to mend itself with his quiet warmth.

She hopes that next time she dreams of her dad, she can tell him of this night, to not worry quite so much, and that peace sounds a little like the sound of her friends' laughter drifting through the door left ajar and Jaime humming in her ear.

[plaquettaire00]

All right world, I'm in Italy, in quarantine. I need A LOT of braime fanfic. I want epic, I don't want to stop reading... Come on, show me support!

I loved "everyone has a secret" and since I read it I can't find something that thrills me like it... so go on, epic!

[thisisamadhouse]

You know you have spent too much time reading Braime fanfictions when you see the trailer for Netflix's Tall Girl and immediately think:

"This kind of looks like the Brienne/Jaime High school AU I read the other day"

[lannnistertrash]

prompt: I could have taken a whole season of Brienne’s family trying to marry her off to multiple men bc they don’t like Jaime and Jaime destroying every single attempt

Brienne couldn’t help being annoyed at this point. It was humorous at first, the idea of her father trying desperately to marry her off. She would humor him.

The idea that her father did not approve of Ser Jaime nagged at her but she could understand the hesitation. For he never saw him as anything but the Kingslayer, he did not know Jaime the way she did. 

He got on her nerves more times than not. She was still bitter that he had almost gotten himself killed during the battle in King’s Landing and for leaving her in such a way. This was the way that she would get back at him. Dating her way through Tarth.

Brienne readied herself for her third suitor, having a lady’s maid fit her into the tight corset. It wasn’t her at all. She couldn’t breathe and desperately wished for the day to be over.

He wasn’t terrible to look at, he didn’t have any scars that she could see and he just didn’t feel like he was a warrior. It would never work between them and she smiled to herself thinking of Jaime.

Ser Darren had decided to take them on a stroll through the gardens. Not something that she would choose to do. If anything, she would enjoy a good sparring and knocking him into the dust. But Brienne knew that she had to be on her best behavior.

“Mother!”  Brienne heard a call from behind her. Turning quickly she notice a young boy around the age of 8 or so running towards her. Confused, she stopped to let the boy catch up to them.

The boy gave her a large smile, a mischievous look in his eyes, “Mother! Father has been searching for you all day. He wanted me to tell you to meet him back in the castle and he needed a hand with something.”

Brienne felt her cheeks get hot. She could not believe that this was happening. Her first thought went right to Jaime.

Darren looked between the boy and Brienne, his mouth opening and closing, speechless, “Brienne, what -”

“If you would excuse me, maybe we could finish this walk another day.” She tried to contain her annoyance. Grabbing the child by his arm, she marched him back towards the castle. Once there she let the boy go and he ran down the path back towards the city, laughing as he went.

Letting out a breath she marched her way to find Jaime in her chambers. He looked over to her, innocent looking as ever.

“Where in all the lands did you even find this child?” She crossed her arms and glared at him, “I’m hoping you did not just steal him from his parents.”

“I paid the boy well I assure you. No stealing was necessary,” He grinned at her.

“You are quite a jealous man, aren’t you?” She watched as he rose from her bed and walked towards her, smiling all the way.

“I am as you well know. Can you blame me?” Jaime wrapped her arms around her and kissed her, leaving her breathless, “I am yours and you are mine.”

“I am yours and you are mine,” She repeated, smiling softly. She was where she belonged.

[florisbaratheons]

Yo people go read The Unwilling King by @aviss . It is incredible. 

[jackieorioncat]

So ready, even now, for those fix it fanfiction stories for this season of Game of Thrones. Bring on the better writing please, my friends. I'm tired of being mad and disappointed.

[pisceanofinterest]

Has anyone written a Braime Jane Bond AU bc I need to read one ASAP.

My gay heart years for a Jaime as a Bond Girl , Brienne as a Bad Ass Agent story

[heffrondriving]

my dumb ass keeps on making new random btr stuff (gifs, vids, edits, memes, fics, art, text sh!tposts, etc.) on a rapid adhd ultra-hyperfixation scale and then not posting any of them bc i keep getting scared i'm gonna annoy everyone by unnecessarily flooding the big time rush tag.......no joke i'm literally 11 away from 2,000 drafts pray for me pls ;-;

[thisisamadhouse]

THIS IS AWESOME!!

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC: Jaime/Brienne 48

48: Meeting again at a high school reunion au

Here you go! 

This also fills a couple of other prompts I’ve gotten about high school reunions recently! 

send me a ship and a number and I’ll write a short fic

[batmanqa12]

Do you know whats a real sacrifice?

When you enter an unfinished ff and the last chapter have been released a few years ago

And you still begin to read it

(And later on suffer because of your own stupidity

[frozenbb]

Finding a new j/b fic to read:

Knowing that you’re gonna have to go through j/c stuff at first:

[scoundrels-in-love]

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged?

Thank you for the lovely prompt. This obviously ran away from my be kind to your broken arm and write 3 sentence things concept.

She knows the exact moment Jaime notices her - she doesn’t know how else to  describe it other than the morning sun leaping straight to midday’s relentless brightness. His obvious joy (his smile, brighter than any memory can contain) melts and reforms the anxiety her stomach in all new twists and knots.

While Brienne spends few seconds saying quiet thanks to her ribcage for butterfly-net catching her somersaulting heart, he has shoved his way out of the small crowd of other ferry passengers and onto the docks.

And then he’s flying toward her, bags dropped haphazardly on the wooden boards, and she only has a moment to think ‘someone could trip over them’ and awkwardly raise her arms, not quite to stop or to embrace him, and then his are wrapped around her with impact that leaves her breathless.

Jaime laughs, hugging her even tighter and lifting her momentarily from the ground. She lets out a startled laugh, clinging to his shoulders instinctively and the contact seems to pour his giddiness into her, like he’s an overflowing golden goblet (she wants to hold him like this forever, wants to know how his joy would taste when glittering on their mouths).

And then she does, because the moment her feet are back on the ground he surges upward and kisses her. It’s everything; surreal and a smidge awkward at first angle, and sweeter than anything she could have tried to imagine (which she had).

“What was that?” Brienne asks when they part, her voice sturdier than the swirl of uncertain joy and hope making messy tornado of her thoughts.

“I wanted to start the summer right, like I should have last year,” he explains, taking on hopeless war with wind to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear with gentleness that hits a bullseye on a yearning target she wasn’t even aware she had. But then his affectionate smile falls as he freezes.

“I... I just missed you so much, but I should have asked or waited--”

She doesn’t to kiss him again.

(Brienne is mortified when her father seems to know about it before they even make it back to the house, but she doesn’t regret it, not even when Jaime suggests reenactment for the general store aunties if they’ll give a discount.)

Send me prompt and maybe I’ll write a short thing?<3

[plaquettaire00]

To spend the time, I've decided to write a fanfiction by myself.

I don't know how it will end up and if this is valid for you people around the world, but at least I'm doing something.

Let me know what you think guys. This is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23216401/chapters/55581037

It's a Braime AU

Quarantine is killing me!

#stayathome

#staypositive

#itsgoingtobeokay

[camicamilton]

like just imagine... Jaime dying at the Battle of Winterfell, fighting for humanity as the knight he had always wanted to be alongside the knight who made him believe in knighthood again, in her arms saying something like “this is how I always wanted to go” and caressing her cheek and her face and with the most beautiful “in love” eyes you’ve ever seen and then he just dies and Brienne doesn’t know what he is talking about BUT WE DO and we cry while watching her cry in middle of the battle and the only thing we see on screen is her with him in his arms while the world is ending around them but the only thing that matters is them and what could have been like it would have been so heartbreakingly beautiful and sad BUT WITH MEANING and it would confirmed what we all knew that he loved her he loved her so much ffs I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR ALMOST 8 MONTHS BITCH WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF IM NEVER MOVING ON