#Jaienne Lannister

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@loveisbreathinghere: #this was a reaction to a tiktok#tormund looked at her like a piece of meat the relationship was played up for laughs#she was visibly uncomfortable by his advances#whereas with jaime there's such a level of respect between one another and she's also in love with him!!!#i'm firmly in the camp that love doesn't make a female character weak and an unconventional romance between them does make sense#braime#brienne of tarth#jaime lannister#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#this is of course in reference to the show

i stand by the statement that anyone who believes brienne and tormund were meant to be, has a fundamental misunderstanding of brienne's character and doesn't actually like her.

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People write fanfiction where Jaime and Cersei are Aerys’ biological children, but do they give them dragons? Because that would be something, with Jaime’s discomfort with them (at least show-wise) and Cersei being Cersei.

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Some of the times Brienne and Jaime called each other "Kingslayer" and "Wench" (and a few when they didn't)

Tyrion is going to laugh himself silly when he hears how I slept through my own escape. He was awake now, though, and the fetters were irksome. “My lady,” he called out, “if you’ll strike off these chains, I’ll spell you at those oars.”

She scowled again, her face all horse teeth and glowering suspicion. “You’ll wear your chains, Kingslayer.”

“You figure to row all the way to King’s Landing, wench?”

“You will call me Brienne. Not wench.”

“My name is Ser Jaime. Not Kingslayer.”

Jaime, A Storm of Swords

Wordless, she turned away from him, her knuckles tight on her sword hilt. What a wretched creature this one is. She reminded him of Tyrion in some queer way, though at first blush two people could scarcely be any more dissimilar. Perhaps it was that thought of his brother that made him say, “I did not intend to give offense, Brienne. Forgive me.”

“Your crimes are past forgiving, Kingslayer.”

“That name again.” Jaime twisted idly at his chains. “Why do I enrage you so? I’ve never done you harm that I know of.”

“You’ve harmed others. Those you were sworn to protect. The weak, the innocent . . .”

“ . . . the king?” It always came back to Aerys. “Don’t presume to judge what you do not understand, wench.”

“My name is—”

“—Brienne, yes. Has anyone ever told you that you’re as tedious as you are ugly?”

“You will not provoke me to anger, Kingslayer.”

“Oh, I might, if I cared enough to try.”

Jaime, A Storm of Swords

“I have a yen to see if the wench can use that sword she wears.”

“If you won’t be quiet, you leave me no choice but to gag you, Kingslayer.”

“Unchain my hands and I’ll play mute all the way to King’s Landing. What could be fairer than that, wench?”

“Brienne! My name is Brienne!” Three crows went flapping into the air, startled at the sound.

Jaime, A Storm of Swords

Jaime liked the sound of that not at all. “Brienne,“ he said, granting her the courtesy of the name in hopes that she might listen, “if Lord Bolton holds Harrenhal, both the Trident and the kingsroad are likely watched.”

He thought he saw a touch of uncertainty in her big blue eyes. “You are under my protection. They’d need to kill me.”

“I shouldn’t think that would trouble them.”

Jaime, A Storm of Swords

Pain shuddered through him . . . and suddenly the bathhouse was spinning. Brienne caught him before he could fall. Her arm was all gooseflesh, clammy and chilled, but she was strong, and gentler than he would have thought. Gentler than Cersei, he thought as she helped him from the tub, his legs wobbly as a limp cock. “Guards!” he heard the wench shout. “The Kingslayer!”

Jaime, he thought, my name is Jaime.

Jaime, A Storm of Swords

“This is none of our concern,” Steelshanks warned Jaime. “Lord Bolton said the wench was theirs, to do with as they liked.”

“Her name's Brienne.” Jaime descended the steps, past a dozen startled sellswords.

Jaime, A Storm of Swords

The beast turned clumsily, too far and too fast. Quick as a cat, Brienne changed direction. There’s the wench I remember. She leapt in to land a cut across the bear’s back. Roaring, the beast went up on its hind legs again. Brienne scrambled back away. Where’s the blood? Then suddenly he understood. Jaime rounded on Hoat. “You gave her a tourney sword.”

The goat brayed laughter, spraying him with wine and spittle. “Of courth.”

“I’ll pay her bloody ransom. Gold, sapphires, whatever you want. Pull her out of there.”

“You want her? Go get her.”

So he did.

He put his good hand on the marble rail and vaulted over, rolling as he hit the sand. The bear turned at the thump, sniffing, watching this new intruder warily. Jaime scrambled to one knee. Well, what in the seven hells do I do now? He filled his fist with sand. “Kingslayer?” he heard Brienne say, astonished.

“Jaime.” He uncoiled, flinging sand at the bear’s face. The bear mauled the air and roared like blazes.

“What are you doing here?”

“Something stupid. Get behind me.”

Jaime, A Storm of Swords

“You thlew my bear!” Vargo Hoat shrieked.

“And I’ll serve you the same if you give me trouble,” Steelshanks threw back. “We’re taking the wench.”

“Her name is Brienne,” Jaime said. “Brienne, the maid of Tarth. You are still maiden, I hope?”

Her broad homely faced turned red. “Yes.”

“Oh, good,” Jaime said. “I only rescue maidens.” To Hoat he said, “You'll have your ransom. For both of us. A Lannister pays his debts. Now fetch some ropes and get us out of here.”

Jaime, A Storm of Swords

“Jaime, did you mean what you told Ser Loras? About . . . about King Renly, and the shadow?”

Jaime shrugged. “I would have killed Renly myself if we’d met in battle, what do I care who cut his throat?”

“You said I had honor . . .”

“I’m the bloody Kingslayer, remember? When I say you have honor, that’s like a whore vouchsafing your maidenhood.”

Jaime, A Storm of Swords

Brienne looked at him. “You do not believe he did it.”

Jaime gave her a hard smile. “See, wench? We know each other too well. Tyrion’s wanted to be me since he took his first step, but he’d never follow me in kingslaying. Sansa Stark killed Joffrey. My brother’s kept silent to protect her. He gets these fits of gallantry from time to time. The last one cost him a nose. This time it will mean his head.”

“No,” Brienne said. “It was not my lady’s daughter. It could not have been her.”

“There’s the stubborn stupid wench that I remember.”

She reddened. “My name is . . .”

“Brienne of Tarth.” Jaime sighed. “I have a gift for you.”

Jaime, A Storm of Swords

“Jaime . . .”

“Kingslayer,” he reminded her. “Best use that sword to clean the wax out of your ears, wench. We’re done.”

Jaime, A Storm of Swords

“Why, I went to Tarth and saw her. I had six years on her, yet the wench could look me in the eye. She was a sow in silk, though most sows have bigger teats. When she tried to talk she almost choked on her own tongue. I gave her a rose and told her it was all that she would ever have from me.” Connington glanced into the pit. “The bear was less hairy than that freak, I’ll—”

Jaime’s golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning. “You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”

Connington edged away from the spreading flames on his hands and knees. “Brienne. If it please my lord.” He spat a glob of blood at Jaime’s foot. “Brienne the Beauty.”

Jaime, A Feast for Crows

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This is beautifully written and true.

Two observations: 1. Brienne knows Jaime.

He is probably the man she knows best, of all the men she knows–better than Renly, much as she may have wished otherwise, and likely better than her father.  Jaime even remarks upon how well they know each other; the feat is greater on her part, since he is the better at hiding his true nature from the world.

She learns that his reputation as a great swordsman is not exaggerated. Even weak and in chains he’s nearly able to beat her. It’s one of the things that she can’t help but admire about him, no matter how poorly she at first thinks of him.

They’re quite literally forced into proximity, where she must clean him and care for him. She is with him at his lowest, when he’s lost that which he thinks defines him and gives him purpose, and she keeps him from succumbing to despair. She’s able to say the thing he needs to hear to keep him fighting.

She’s the only person who knows the truth about why he killed Aerys. It is the secret he was never supposed to reveal and he entrusts it to her. She carries that knowledge with her, and it changes her, as knowledge is wont to do.

Brienne knows Jaime, and he’s still the one she cries out for in the delirium of her most grievous injury.  She knows him, and she still refuses to condemn him until the threat of a truly terrible injustice forces her to.

2. Jaime chooses Brienne.

True, in some cases he acts merely as any decent human would to another: he uses the oar to help her back into the boat, rather than clubbing her over the head and leaving her to drown, as he thinks he should; he counsels and lies and shouts and is beaten to protect her body and mind and honor from assault.  And early on in their acquaintance he claims no control over the way his body reacts to hers, and over the way his thoughts turn to her.

But time and again he acts to aid her.  He thinks that she is stupid and stubborn and that she deserves whatever happens to her; and he does all he can to prevent it.

It’s not enough that he merely returns to Harrenhal for her. He offers Vargo Hoat gold and sapphires in exchange for her safety; when that fails Jaime jumps into the pit to protect her, with no plan and no thought for his own safety. Acting in her defense and protecting her good name becomes a habit.

He gives her what she’s always wanted: a sword. But it’s not just a sword; it’s a priceless weapon and a quest and a chance to do what’s right and good and honorable. It’s his belief in her.

When Cersei pleads for his help, he burns the letter.  When Brienne tells him she knows where Sansa is, he follows her without question.

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Time well spent.

spent the last hour thinking about jaime and brienne

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@angelowl-fics: #yep yep yep#I know the common refrain for S8 was what was the point#but really in hindsight what was the point of Jaime losing his goddamn hand#that loss changed so much for him in the books but it was barely a blip on the radar in the show#there was no real identity crisis no real rift with Cersei#S6 and S7 seemed to be building to something only for 804/805 to reveal his act of rebellion to be a mere 3 ep detour from his ~destiny#it's just so maddening#and to think that when d&d gave all the actors the storyboard for their character's pivotal scene they gave Nikolaj a pic of the hand chop#WHY??????

This is my Braime rant.

Oh, hello there. Yes, it’s been a few years, and I’m still thinking about the GOT finale. When people talk about it, it’s mostly to roast Bran getting the throne or Daenerys turning evil because of a bell tower (both extremely valid), BUT I am forever the most salty about the way Jaime and Brienne’s story ended. Like…????????

First, I must acknowledge that there are the Tormund x Brienne shippers. I suppose their relationship could’ve gotten more emotionally complex if given the chance, but we only see Tormund horny boy howling because of Brienne’s size and strength. In huge contrast, Jaime Lannister’s connection to Brienne goes much further than a surface-level attraction to a large, powerful woman.

They fundamentally changed each other for the better in HUGE ways:

Brienne’s relationship with Jaime gave her a sense of agency she never had before. He gave her the opportunities and tools to fulfill exactly what she wanted to be. He developed an unwavering trust in her judgment and skills as a knight that she hadn’t really experienced before. A feminist king, if there ever was one (after a personal growth journey, of course).

Brienne allowed Jaime to see his potential as an honorable man. He opened up to her emotionally in a way he’s done with no one else (except maybe his brother Tyrion?) Although she wasn’t the only reason he decided to defy his sister and do what’s right, she certainly had a monumental impact on his self-worth and morality.

Even when they were firmly on opposite sides, they still advocated and protected each other. Jaime lost the hand he used for sword fighting, and he fought a BEAR for her, for God’s sake.

And you can’t argue that they didn’t have a physical and emotional connection. The amount of unadulterated, obvious yearning is insane, y’all. Right in front of everyone’s salad.

I mean, Brienne willingly gives him her virginity, something she’s been vehemently defending her whole life. She allowed him to see her at her most vulnerable. But then…

Jaime decides to go back to King’s Landing to protect his sister at the last moment. Keep in mind, he had already fully betrayed Cersei just a few episodes beforehand. In the end, he dies in his emotionally abusive sister’s arms, and the show implies that she’s the woman he truly loves… it’s genuinely vile to me.

If Jaime had stayed in the same place he was in season one, the exact same thing would’ve happened to him in the end. So… WTF was the point? What was the point of all that inner conflict, emotional growth, meaningful connection? Jack squat, according to the writers and the footnote dedicated to him in the King’s Landing records. 

What lesson are we supposed to learn from this, huh? No matter how hard you try to grow and change, what you were born into will always drag you back? You should stay in a toxic relationship, no matter how destructive, because you still feel like you love them? People who have made mistakes in the past don’t deserve a second chance at life? That is what I got with the end to Jaime’s story.

Thank you for your time, your honor.

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Its a crime we didn’t get this on the show.

“How is it that you did not wed?” Jaime asked him.

“Why, I went to Tarth and saw her. I had six years on her, yet the wench could look me in the eye. She was sow in silk, though most sows have bigger teats. When she tried to talk she almost chocked on her own tongue. I gave her a rose and told her it was all that she would ever have from me.” Connington glanced into the pit. “The bear was less hairy than that freak, I’ll—“

Jaime’s golden hand cracked across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out burning.

“You’re speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”

Connington edged away from the spreading flames on his hands and knees. “Brienne. If it please my lord.” He spat a glob of blood on Jaime’s foot. “Brienne the beauty.”

(You see that was instinct right there. Jaime wasn’t gonna let anyone talk about his wife like that and get away with it.”

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@glorybeat: #here i go again#i hate d&d for making that shit a thing#‘oh but he loved her he would have married her’#ok but did she want that? NO SHE DID NOT!#why should she settle for him? just ‘cause he wanted to f@ck her?? bffr#the way these people talk about it like she sould have aimed lower than jaime therefore she should have gone for tormund pls

Not much of a debate because I totally agree. Even if you go with Jaime dying (in whatever way), there are better possibilities than Tormund in the world.

i don’t know if this has been debated before(probably has), but can we talk about how the reasons as to why some people wanted brienne with tormund were all pretty much deeply misogynistic

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Of course.

Unbidden, his thoughts went to Brienne of Tarth. Stupid stubborn ugly wench. He wondered where she was. Father, give her strength. Almost a prayer … but was it the god he was invoking, the Father Above whose towering gilded likeness glimmered in the candlelight across the sept? Or was he praying to the corpse that lay before him? Does it matter? They never listened, either one.

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Jaicat or Catme.

rereading asos at the moment and it’s funny but I never fully realised how Jaime is only really in Brat Mode with Brienne. like he’s kind of dry and sarcastic elsewhere but often fairly serious…. whereas with Brienne he is like schoolboy levels of annoying even in his own head like just here on a mission to be disagreeable. and then has the nerve to be petulant about it when he’s perceived as such

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The curtains were blue because Jaime had them made to match Brienne’s eyes.

The curtains were blue because everything in the room was carefully colour coordinated, reinforcing the character’s stylish and controlled characterisation. The curtains were blue because everything in the room was a different colour, reinforcing the character’s eclectic and globe-trotting personality. The curtains were blue because the character is elsewhere established to hate the colour blue, subtextually implying that their deceased spouse was responsible for that decoration choice.

The curtains were blue because throughout their filmography the director consistently uses cool tones to mark moments of distance between characters. The curtains were blue to tie the events in that room into the broader oceanic motif of this particular novel. The curtains were blue because the assonance evoked a contrast with the following stanza of the poem.

Even the curtains looked expensive: floor to ceiling velvet drapes, in a flawless royal blue. She tucked the saucer up on the windowsill and tied back faded blue curtains with a loop of string. The narrow blinds were the same navy blue as the pinstripe suit of the man who served eviction notice that sent them to this office.

The curtains were blue because the author’s childhood home had blue curtains, which they discussed in their letters related to their feelings of comfort in that place. The curtains were blue because the author’s childhood home had blue curtains, which they discussed in their letters related to their feelings of grief in that place.

The curtains were blue as an allusion to the contemporary joke about literary criticism, an extension of the author’s autocritical approach that will be further discussed in section seven.

The curtains were red, as a pun on;

The curtains were read.

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Did you ever see someone looking more in love than Jaime does here?

‘If this isn’t the time to drink when is’

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I thought this was Jaime and Brienne, but it’s Star Wars.

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This is a great story.

‘ ” Jaime gives her his cheekiest grin and leans out so that Brienne can reach up and place the crown on his head. A blue and purple flowered crown.

“My king of love and beauty,” Brienne says, seriously enough that he knows she’s holding back laughter. The crowd continues to cheer. People love a good romance. Brienne stands on her toes, and she cups his jaw, and she grins as she leans up to kiss him. … ” ’ - “his sword’s twin” by @angel-deux-writes​ Told you I wasn’t (and will never be) over it  ✨🥰👌 ��

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#he's so stupid I love him#jaime lannister#brienne of tarth#a storm of swords#a song of ice and fire#braime#jaime x brienne#brienne x jaime#asos#asoiaf#also what was the convo between jaime and septa donyse even like#did he tell her to make a blue dress#im losing my mind

Jaime: Make her some new clothes.

Donyse: No problem.

Jaime: If you have a fabric that’s close in color to her extraordinary eyes, that would be good too.

Donyse: (thinks) Blue dress.

Jaime: Of course you’ll never come close to her eyes, but something in blue.

Donyse: I understand.

reading Jaime IX in ASOS and I love how he says “someone had dressed her in women’s clothes again” about Brienne like my brother in the seven YOU sent septa donyse to her!