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Chapters: 1/1 (Explicit) Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth
Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth
Additional Tags: AU, Cunnilingus, First Time
Summary: AU where Tywin doesn't die, and still wants Jaime to get married. He doesn't much care who his son marries as long as she's high-born and of child-bearing age. Jaime already has someone in mind.
#braime#braime au#canon divergence#braime fic#braime fanfic#braime fics#braime fanfiction#fic rec#braime fic rec#braime fanfic rec#jaime lannister#brienne of tarth#jaime x brienne#brienne x jaime#brienne of tarth x jaime lannister#asoiaf#asoiaf au#asoiaf fic#asoiaf fanfic#asoiaf fics#asoiaf fanfiction
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I wrote this one-shot that didn’t quite get done by Valentine’s Day. There’s no President’s Day tie, I swear, lol. So, let’s just say Happy Friends Don’t February! How about that? Hope you check it out and enjoy it. It was just a fun one to write.
#my fic#braime fic#jb fic#jb smut#jb oneshot#jaime x brienne#braime#jb fics#braime fics#myfic#my fics#eea writes#braime au
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no, girl.
#jaime x brienne#braime#jb#asoiaf#fanart#modern au#yknow. because of zippers.#jaime lannister#brienne of tarth#my art#sketch
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Braime! Game of Thrones x Good omens crossover by secret_drawingaccount_bylaw
#game of thrones#jaime x brienne#brienne of tarth#jaime lannister#au#good omens#good omens au#braime#posts by jba
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general incivility, chapter six
- a brienne x jaime pride & prejudice retelling -
chapter one l chapter two l chapter three l chapter four l chapter five l chapter six l now on AO3
At the end of their first month in the Stormlands, a letter appeared from King’s Landing. Bronn, no doubt curious, brought it to the breakfast table, where he might be able to linger and ascertain its contents. A savvy move that Tyrion could applaud if it were not for the fact Cersei and Jaime could not help but notice the royal seal.
At its appearance, Cersei fell uncharacteristically silent. Though at the rate she was straining her neck, she’d be out of commission for the upcoming week’s assemblies. His dear brother pretended he had gone blind, deaf, and dumb, but Jaime was not leaving either, showcasing his interest in the missive. Tyrion would have preferred to retire to read it in peace; he already guessed at its contents, but there was nothing to be done other than to face the music. Cracking the seal, Tyrion’s suspicions were confirmed within the first few words, and the following ones compounded his headache.
Outside, the evening clouds had not departed, and the trees were whispering to each other in the breeze. A storm was imminent, not one of the gentle spring rains that had come and gone in their few weeks here, but a proper tempest, the true namesake of the region. Judging the entire thing to be more trouble than it was worth, Tyrion tossed the letter away. It landed on top of the porridge and, under the weight of the royal seal, began to sink. Cersei shot her cousin a filthy look before ordering one of the footmen to fish it out for her. Receiving it with the utmost care, Cersei devoured the soggy paper’s contents. A smile bloomed across her face until her smile was the only bright spot in the breakfast parlor.
When Cersei finally deigned to lower the letter, a footman rushed forward to offer her a serviette. “But this is wonderful,” Cersei said, seemingly unaware she was daintily wiping her hands on the footman’s jacket and not the offered napkin. To think, the king—here of all places!”
Jaime stirred to life. “What fortuitous reason do we have to thank for such an honor?”
Tyrion rubbed his forehead, running his stubby fingers across the odd ridges of his skull, letting the familiar sensation soothe his threatening headache. “He claims to visit Lord Stannis, but no doubt he has heard father’s succeeded in running me off finally.”
Jaime did not argue. Everyone knew there was little love lost between King Robert Baratheon, first of his name, and Tywin Lannister. The vaults of King’s Landing were rumored to have long since run dry, but perhaps with a son of Casterly Rock at his side…
Cersei stood, pressing her skirt down, her eyes staring past both her cousins, fixated on something far in the distance that only she could see. “I’ll have to send word home at once. I barely brought anything suitable for court-”
“Were you not still planning to depart within the next fortnight?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Cersei snapped, this time directing her glare at Jaime. “The King is coming to Storm’s End, and he will, of course, call here.” Her eyes darted to Tyrion. “You’ll need a lady to lead the house, plan the ball-”
“Ball?”
“Host His Highness, and well he mentions his Kingsguard will be attending. No mention of any courtiers, but of course, the usual toadies will be in attendance- “
“Cersei, if you would like to play lady of the hall, by all means, my home is at your disposal, but do me the very great courtesy of not looking like the cat who caught the canary. It’s very disconcerting.”
“Only you would have the king send him a personal letter and look as if the world was coming to an end.” Tyrion did not think his brother looked any happier about this development, but Cersei seemed determined to ignore Jaime. “If you will excuse me-” and with that, she swanned out of the breakfast parlor, looking all the world as if she already had a crown upon her brow.
“She’ll be insufferable,” Tyrion lamented. “Robert’s no tactician, but he’s not going to ignore a lioness laying down on her back for him-”
“Tyrion,” Jaime hissed. “Have a care for how you talk about our cousin.”
“You should be glad she’s not eyeing your neck for the noose at the moment,” Tyrion continued, tearing into the pastry to find it still warm and steaming. The manor might be considerably smaller than the Rock, but he quite enjoyed the new proximity to his kitchens, even if his belt protested. “Perhaps Robert's visit will allow you more time to pursue your interests without hindrance?”
Jaime’s eyes darkened in displeasure. “There is nothing of interest in this desolate corner of Westeros. I am only here because of you.”
“Interesting,” Tyrion continued, “I, for one, have thought you rather intrigued by our resident beauty.”
Tyrion had not seen it at first. He had been so taken with the odd Miss Tarth, finding her to be one of the truly most unfortunate people he had ever seen besides himself, that he had almost missed the way his brother’s eyes tracked her around the room, how Jaime moved after her when she passed by as if caught in her wake and drawn after her despite himself. He was not sure if his brother was even aware of his interest, if not for the odd way his lips quirked whenever Miss Tarth was mentioned.
“You are referring to which renowned Stormland beauty, Tyrion? Miss Tarth or Miss Baratheon?”
Tyrion chuckled. “Cersei has had your ear again, I fear. Miss Baratheon is not yet eight and ten. Her brush with death has added to her character, but I am not one for unaged wine.”
Jaime considered him across the table. ”And Miss Tarth?”
Tyrion grinned. “You know I am a great lover of beauty.”
His brother’s lips thinned, face darkening into a pensive glower until he looked just like their father. “Surely you of all people would think to look past appearances-”
“Have you?”
Jaime’s eyes shuttered, and he looked pointedly away to the storm gathering outside. “I have barely spoken a word to the party in question.”
“On the contrary, I believe you’ve spoken more to her than anyone else in the Stormlands.”
“If I happen to stand by the only other person who has less desire to speak than myself-”
“Happen? Jaime, you followed her around the length of the ballroom last week.”
Jaime shot up from his seat. “I should make haste if I want to get a ride in before the storm-”
“Jaime-” But his brother was already gone, leaving him alone with the great feast. Tyrion looked over at the footman nearest to the table, his cravat still smeared with oatmeal. “Do we have any blackberry jam?”
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I have a request! There is a scene in the end of Nightwatch 2 with Nikolaj cw taking his shirt off at a beach.Can u somehow make modern Jaime and Brienne gifs with that? No pressure!!!
Hmmm interesting! If I can find Nightwatch 2 at my usual dl palace then yeah I'll do it for you. I already got some Gwen beach footage in mind. It's been awhile since I made some modern au J/B gifs.
#jaime x brienne#braime#jaime lannister#brienne of tarth#game of thrones#gwendoline christie#nikolaj coster waldau#nightwatch 2#modern au
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Lies Layered Like Peach Strudel - Chapter 5 UPDATED!!!
It has been hours of Brienne staring at her phone, aimlessly scrolling through any Kingsguard’s update while trying not to cry, even when she felt a slight sting on her wrist for holding her phone up to her face for hours.
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Fic Synopsis:
In order to not get relocated for the 3rd time in her stable job, Brienne uses one of the few exceptions to avoid it: getting married. Jaime intervenes. ------
#braime#jaime lannister#brienne of tarth#jaime x brienne#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#got#asoiaf#mine#fic#my fic#fic update#office au
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Modern Braime AU!
#game of thrones#brienne of tarth#asoiaf#braime#got#jaime lannister#jaime x brienne#brienne and jaime#brienne x jaime#jaime and brienne#modern braime#modern Braime AU#braime edit#game of thrones edit#jaime lannister edit#brienne of tarth edit#asoiaf edit#modern game of thrones#modern asoiaf#modern got#modern jaime x brienne
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Jaime & Brienne Week - Day Five - First fight/first break up (+making up, if you want to)
Warm Bodies AU
#jaime x brienne#jb week#jb week 2023#jbweek#jaime lannister#brienne of tarth#game of thrones#braime#day five#warm bodies#warm bodies au#zombies#aesthetic#moodboard#my edit#effulgentgirl
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#jaime lannister#brienne of tarth#braime#asoiaf#jaime x brienne#abouqetofdaylillies on ao3#my fic#braime fic#braime au
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Chapters: 9/9 (Explicit) Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth
Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Tywin Lannister
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pre-Canon, First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Before season 1, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Courtship, Wooing, Fluff, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, Falling In Love, Eventual Smut, repost
Summary: When he comes to know about Jaime and Cersei, Tywin Lannister wants to do everything he can to keep brother and sister away from each other. The best solution, of course, would be to get Jaime married and off to Casterly Rock.
Meanwhile, Lord Selwyn Tarth summons his daughter from the Stormlands to give her some news. He has a proposal for her that he cannot say no to.
#braime#braime au#canon divergence#braime fic#braime fanfic#braime fics#braime fanfiction#fic rec#braime fic rec#braime fanfic rec#brienne of tarth#jaime lannister#jaime x brienne#jaime lannister x brienne of tarth#asoiaf#asoiaf fic#asoiaf fanfic#asoiaf fics#asoiaf fanfiction#game of thrones#got
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An exclusionary fanfic exchange implying that those who like the show are somehow lesser than you is nothing to be proud of.
Ok so, I was gonna be nice and all and joke around about show fans lack of taste but I thought better and maybe this deserve a proper response since it seems like y’all feel as if you can say whatever you want but don’t have to hear what others want to say it back.
Ever since season 8 ended, y’all show stans have been on some bs huh? I honestly don’t get it. When the exchange was announced, there was a “warning” for it coming from y’all’s side as if a book exchange needs a trigger warning or something. And don’t think I didn’t notice that another exchange was happening around the same time and the word “inclusive” was thrown around as if by accident and not as a dig to some imaginary offense y’all think book shippers have said to y’all just because they rather read… book fics. I can personally testify about the bs that I’ve seen myself, like people dogpiling on a fan just because they complimented a show fic saying that it was very good and how it fixed the show’s writing. As if they called y’all’s mother the devil by stating the obvious (that the show sucks). As if saying that (that the show sucks) is a personal offense to y’all. Don’t y’all see how much this is a self report?? Like, y’all ALONE are the ones associating liking the show = being called dumb, lacking of taste or whatever else y’all think we are calling you for liking the show. We aren’t the ones saying that. We aren’t saying shit actually. We are just enjoying our thing but even that seems to make y’all pressed.
You guys fucking DOMINATE all the tags and then want to claim book fans are “exclusionary” when we, “BOOK SNOBS”, are the ones who have VERY LITTLE fic and content. If we don’t do it ourselves, we definitely won’t get it from y’all. Which is fine by me, because I don’t care if other people don’t like what I like. And I’m more than happy with creating the content I want to see. But it's SUPER SELFISH and EMBARRASSING that the ONE TIME book fans want to get extra content, we need to read passive aggressive bullshit. When WE ARE THR ONES who need to dive through thousands and thousands of show content IN BOOK TAGS because y’all can’t tag things properly for shit, nvm all the Nikolaj and Gwen content that have absolutely several nadas to do with Brienne and Jaime and asoiaf. Y’all make 10 million exchanges per year and we don’t complain, but suddenly a book only exchange is cause for meltdowns crying throwing up?
(And don’t think I don’t know you only sent this to the book exchange mod who isn't as well known and beloved (me) because y’all know if it was Ell receiving that, that it would backfire.)
So like, as an exclusionary j/b stan, let me be very clear: I don’t like the show, I don’t care for the ship version of the show, and I won’t stop creating spaces where I can discuss and read content about the book characters of my ship without having to deal with UNSOLICITED opinions about them from people who throw a crying fit every time someone as much as hint that the show version doesn’t hold a candle to book j/b. Artists want to produce their art without having to read UNSOLICITED opinions about the book characters that come across as disrespectful just because y’all rather simp for d&d and can’t conceive why others don’t feel like it. If you don’t like book fics or the book version of the ship, my suggestion is:
Don’t read it.
#y’all are annoying as fuck#jaime x brienne#brienne of tarth#jaime lannister#j/b#asoiaf#j/b fanfic#j/b au#Braime
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A Braime Wedding by r8yofsunshine
#jaime x brienne#braime#jaime lannister#brienne of tarth#game of thrones#wedding#wedding au#posts by jba
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Commission for Kelsey <3
#commissions#jaime x brienne#braime#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#au#jamie lannister#brienne of tarth#commission
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general incivility, chapter five
- a brienne x jaime pride & prejudice retelling -
chapter one l chapter two l chapter three l chapter four l chapter five
Two days after the assembly, the Lannisters paid a visit to Storm’s End. Their visit was quickly returned, and from there, Lady Baratheon was pleased to circulate throughout the Stormlands that further acquaintance with Miss Baratheon was pursued by Miss Lannister.
“The young ladies are increasingly fond of each other. Why, the Lannisters have dined with us twice now in a fortnight and are due to visit again this very evening!”
Though initially a bit taken aback by this development, Shireen was pleased to become the dear friend of such an accomplished woman as Cersei Lannister.
Brienne perceived things rather differently.
The Tarths had been invited to each of the dinners to better fill out the party, and while it was true Cersei Lannister did actively seek out Shireen’s company, Miss Lannister’s overall manner and tone were always vastly superior towards everyone, often bordering on arrogance. Her manners were always excellent but Brienne did not miss the double entendres of her words, often directed at the lack of culture and beauty of the Stormlands and its inhabitants.
After careful consideration, Brienne rather suspected Miss Lannister’s attention was less due to the enjoyment of their company and more about Baratheon’s connection to the Iron Throne. She refrained from voicing these suspicions as she did not want to dampen her younger friend’s happiness.
Occupied in observing Shireen’s growing relationship with Miss Lannister, Brienne did not realize she herself was the object of growing interest to one of the party members.
Jaime Lannister had been taken aback to find Brienne Tarth in the dinner company at Storm’s End, but Cersei had later explained Miss Tarth was the only friend of the young girl, as no other families in the area would dine with the Baratheons for fear of catching grayscale over soup. After Jaime’s brief sight of Miss Tarth at the assembly, the sheer absurdity of her had hung in his mind, as a particular oddity is wont to do.
Truly unfortunate was a kind way to describe the lady, and yet, the more Jaime looked, the more he found himself unable to look away. He spent most of the first night trying to best determine the exact shade of her eyes and finally determined they were the same blue as a crystalline lake in the mountains. In his morbid curiosity, he learned in that evening alone, without speaking a word to her, that she was not fond of partridge and had a tendency to grow flustered if addressed directly in conversation but was not unintelligible when she composed herself to reply.
Upon the ride home, Cersei had been particularly vicious on the subject of Miss Tarth. Judging his cousin had not missed his particular attention on said lady throughout the evening, Jaime made it clear to himself and his companions that Brienne Tarth was the most unfortunate creature that had ever walked this earth. Satisfied, Cersei proceeded to sharpen her claws on how intolerable she found the elder Lady Baratheon.
Jaime resolved that to be the end of the matter until Cersei invited the two ladies to join them for dinner later that same week. Everyone had one redeemable quality, and Miss Tarth’s just happened to be those remarkable eyes, so of course, when she smiled or laughed, they lent a slight charm to her otherwise homely face.
Except as soon as he acknowledged that truth, he then began to notice her lips were rather full and often quirked upwards in pleasant reverie when she was not caught out or being forced to endure whatever ordeal was taking place at the moment. And while all her gowns were years out of fashion and only served to further make her look altogether too broad and heavy for anyone to consider pleasing, she had an uncanny sort of grace when she walked, a lightness that belied her stature.
Brienne remained perfectly unaware of this development, as Lord Lannister had yet to speak a single word to her directly. It was not until a large party was assembled at Storm’s End did Brienne notice his eye upon her.
“Whatever have you done to Mr. Lannister?” Shireen asked after Brienne pointed it out to her.
“Nothing in the slightest!”
“Well, we shall find out shortly, as he is coming this way,” Shireen announced. Before Brienne could escape, Shireen called out for him to join them. “I was just entreating Brienne to speak to Lady Whent about hosting a ball at Harrenhal.”
“And I was refuting the need for another dance so soon after our last.”
Lord Lannister raised a sardonic brow. “It is my experience that all ladies are keen for any and all opportunities in which to dance.”
“Your experience is limited to ladies of beauty and grace,” Brienne replied back before she could think better of her words. “Those ladies who are not gifted with such accouterments find dances to be a dreadfully different business.”
Behind them, a member of the party had opened up the instrument and began to play. Shireen brightened as Beric Dondarian led Cersei out for an impromptu dance. Struck by this idea, several others in attendance began to join them, including Tyrion and one of the youngest Penrose girls.
Shireen brightened in a way that boded ill for Brienne. “Shall we put your sentiment to the test, Brienne? Surely Lord Lannister would not mind partnering with you for one song?”
“You twist my words to sound bitter,” Brienne said, drawing away from them.
Jaime stepped forward and offered her his hand. “I would be most willing if you are, Ms. Tarth.”
She did not so much as regard his outstretched hand. “Thank you for the thought, but there is no need, I assure you. Excuse me, I believe I see my father looking for me.”
And just as neat as that, she was gone as the first song came to a close. Cersei appeared at his side with her dance partner on her heels. “Mr. Dondarian had high hopes to continue dancing,” Cersei said pointedly to Shireen, “but I am quite spent and could not oblige him.”
It was quickly decided that Shireen would be an ideal partner in her stead and they departed to join in for the next song. Jaime paid either of them little mind as he watched Brienne move around the edge of the room. Her declination of his offer had intrigued him and he was watching to see what she would do in the case of another offer.
“Jaime! Have you heard a word I’ve been saying to you?” He turned to find his cousin frowning up at him. “Do I interrupt your reverie?”
“Not at all. I was just musing on why a lady of little prospects would turn down an opportunity to dance.”
Cersei’s eyes went wide. “And which lady would be so foolish as to turn down a dance with a lion of Casterly Rock?”
“Miss Brienne Tarth.”
To his surprise, Cersei began to laugh. “Miss Brienne Tarth!” she echoed. “Why, Jaime, dear. Of course, she declined. The gentlemen of the region have long asked her to dance and then purposefully ridiculed her by leaving her waiting on the floor. She no doubt thought you meant to do the same.”
His brow furrowed at this news. “Why in the Warrior's name would I do that? What purpose does such behavior serve?”
“A lark is a lark,” Cersei said dismissively. “The question is, why would you ask Miss Tarth at all. You despise dancing.”
Her tone was prying, and he was in no mood for his cousin's acerbity. “This is true. Perhaps I have yet to meet the right partner.”
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I'm amusing myself with this shorter bite-size chapter style. It's leading to quite an interesting structure, but I'm enjoying the practice so far.
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