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I’m putting my (fake) money where my mouth is and making PUBLICLY DECLARED GUESSES for the @jaime-brienne-fic-exchange. I am terrible at this, and already know 10% of the fics for sure, so these are the ones I don’t know and have even a minimal chance of getting right. I also have not read even half of the fics. There’s a lot of caveats here but I love seeing other people’s guesses in anonymous exchanges so here I go. I guess based on ~feelings~ so I expect to have a 0% hit rate. I might add more later.
Rain of a Thousand Dying Stars (Blade Runner AU): @ceruleanphoenix7
Squire: @catherineflowers29
Warm & Bet On It: @renega
Take Me All The Way: @bussdowntarthiana
that would be enough: @littledeconstruction
those who seek to find: @dame-lazarus
Man With A Heartbeat: @dreadwulf
ALSO: give me your guesses about which one you think is mine! Either in comments or via Ask. I won’t mock you, I swear, and you won’t offend me with your choice because have you seen how good the stories are?
I WILL tell you what sisabet always tells people when they guess her vids for Festivids: “Yes, and I worked very hard on it,” whether it’s mine or not.
My guesses:
Innocent: @renega
Warm & Bet On It: @angel-deux-writes
In Better Light: @shipping-receiving
Right Off the Bat: @hillaryschu
A Most Gentle Heaven: weirwoo
Just As Sweet (undercover AU): @ddagent
The Shooting Party: unpaidcritic
oh, and this one (by hearts and hands made fast): @firesign23
I have the same issue with fic as I do with songs, in that I am terrible at recognising individual styles, but my guesses are…
I initially agreed by hearts and hands made fast for @firesign23, but on second thought I lean more towards @kiraziwrites
I wonder about @angel-deux-writes for Hold Steady, though it’s not completely their usual style; there’s just something about the Sansa-Jaime interactions…
The two that are really bugging me are The Shooting Party and Alas, the frailty is to blame. Both feel *very* familiar, but I just can’t put my finger on either of them.
I’m dubious about any of these being correct, but I’ve seen my fic ascribed to the wrong author a couple of times now and found it to be an oddly gleeful experience, so hopefully I’m not alone in that!
As someone with spreadsheet access, I cannot fairly play, but I will say that I am fricking delighted someone thought of me about the same fic as they thought of @kiraziwrites 😂 And people’s guessing is such a joy, especially with their reasonings!
My lurker time has come:
Warm and Bet on It by @dreadwulf [lots of extremely insightful character notes in internal monologues]
Man With A Heartbeat by @chickren [Doorways, J and B verrry bad at knowing what the other is thinking, but simpatico in actions]
But you’ve known me forever... by @angel-deux-writes [Title, heartbreaking use of repetition of syntax]
I once believed love would be burning red by @ajoblotofjunk [something about the tenor of the texting]
Backpfeifengesicht by @samirant [parties I would actually want to attend, killer dialogue}
I Lilac You a Lot by @ddagent [Living AU established quickly, jealousy adorable rather than edgy]
by hearts and hands made fast by @firesign23 [destroyed me, restrained Brienne POV]
Innocent by @angelowl-fics [Brienne with a bite, weary, straight to the bone]
Fic: Favors the Brave (1/1) [Jaime x Brienne, Tyrion]
Posting so that I don’t chicken out of cleaning it up and posting to AO3 later
“WHAT DID YOU DO???”
Tyrion lifted his head muzzily from his desk to see Fury incarnate hovering over him.
Like every true sinner, a part of Tyrion had known that there would be a day of reckoning. What was a thrill without the threat of danger?
Though he had rather imagined his headsman resembling his father, not this...gargoyle having a bad hair day? Tyrion squinted with heroic effort but the haze of a proper hangover won.
"TYRION, WAKE UP, DAMN IT!"
Hmm, the sound of the Fury seemed familiar. Was it an ex? Gods, he hoped he wasn't so cliche. That would be humiliating. Wasn't his type more backstabber than frontstabber?
Who else, who else? He had always thought there was something off about Varys…
No, wait it was Brienne Tarth.
#jaime x brienne#fic#game of thrones#tyrion lannister#my fic#writing wrongs#brienne of tarth#I need to learn formatting#braime#I feel like I said their names 8 million times#wishes#modern au#writing this fic made me realize that I am a tyrion (sans booze) and I will have to live w that knowledge#be gentle
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"When Jaime entered The Pennytree he spotted her instantly sitting at a table for two by the window with a teapot and two cups. Brienne’s hair was damp, but she had slung her raincoat over the back of her chair, so her clothes were dry. The eternal conundrum of internal versus external was the story of Brienne’s life, and to Jaime the vision was art."
Thanks @observedchaos! This is for the 500 words request, where I give a little explanation of this passage. I hope you enjoy!
I had to go digging around for this line, because I couldn’t remember where it was from, but I eventually realised it was from my one shot “Pennytree” from my Many Flavours of Ice Cream collection. This fic is a prequel to my story Run, Fat Knight, Run and has Brienne tell Jaime she is pregnant.
So, one of the things I truly believe GRRM is toying with when writing Jaime and Brienne is the concept of the internal vs the external, and this is true of both characters. Externally, Brienne is this shambling, ugly female knight who fits in nowhere, while inside she is one of the most beautiful, caring characters in the series. At the same time, externally, Jaime is this physically beautiful heir to the most powerful family in the kingdom, but internally he feels morally compromised because of the Kingslaying and also other actions he does for Cersei (particularly pushing Bran out of the window).
In Run, Fat Knight, Run, I really wanted to play up this concept and for it to be the reason why Jaime and Brienne have not been able to actually talk to each other and reconcile for the past six years, because they are both too stuck in this dichotomy. Brienne believes that Jaime dumped her just before their wedding because he finally realised how physically unattractive she was, and that he could do much better. She feels entirely undeserving of his love and therefore doesn’t want to try to mend things with Jaime because she fears that he will tell her as much. Meanwhile, Jaime believes that Brienne could never love someone as morally compromised as him, due to all the bad things he has done in his past as well as the way he ended it with her. Consequently, he spends six years being the cold, aloof jackass that he thinks Brienne believes he is, in an effort to protect his own heart. During the main story, they of course talk and manage to mend their problems, but it is both of their self-loathing that keeps them apart for much of the story.
As “Pennytree” was a little prequel, I wanted to show in an instant that the “internal” Brienne was different from the “external” Brienne and Jaime saw and loved both. Going all GCSE English here, I used a pathetic fallacy to create a depressing mood (its raining), which I also think was slightly symbolic of Jaime’s sins. Brienne is soaked by the rain, but manages to take her raincoat off and remain internally beautiful, and will not offer him easy absolutions while he is unwilling to change. Jaime sees this about her and loves her for it, and therefore to Jaime that vision was art.
Has anyone written a fic where Catelyn sends Brienne to take Jaime to Tywin instead of Kingslanding?
IIRC, Tywin was geographically closer.
I think that has story potential but maybe I am just mourning that we never got a Gwendoline Christie-Charles Dance scene. They seem to adorably delight in each other in real life.
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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Tyrion Lannister Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fraternity, Fraternities & Sororities, Navel-Gazing, pretentious author self-challenge, 1000 Words or Less, this fic will never end, Fluff and Crack, mind the dates, this fic does not believe in a coherent timeline, Tywin Lannister’s A+ Parenting, unironically and horrifyingly so Series: Part 1 of Fast Times At Westeros University Summary:
Fraternities, Sororities and Relationship Chicken
Source: archiveofourown.org
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Jaime x Brienne [ Doctor Who AU ]
On an unremarkable late-March evening, Jaime Lannister finds himself on the edge of the infamous bridge of the Red Fork. Disgraced for killing a King, dishonored for not regretting it and discharged for losing the hand that committed said murder, Jaime has nothing to live for.
He's lost his father's favour, his sister's love and his brother's trust. An empty man, in all sense of the word, Jaime braces himself against the railing, ready to jump, ready to let the water take him.
Maybe he'll see his mother again. He hopes she won't hate him for all the things he's done.
"You don't have to do this," a woman interrupts. She is exceedingly tall and she takes him completely unawares when she offers Jaime a wish, "anyplace anywhere you'd like to go. Your last wish, come on. Make it a good one."
He thinks it surely must be a trick and he's tired of playing so he tells the truth, "I want to go to the Ages Of Heroes. When the Knights were still gallant and dragons existed not in stone carvings but in the sky. When honour and duty were respected, where a knighthood was earned."
"Is that all?" she asks like she's jesting and Jaime has half a mind to jump off and leave her hanging just to spite her, but then her hand is on his arm.
Its a gentle touch. Gentler than Cersei, he thinks and the breeze blowing his hair awry seems to sting his eyes.
"Come on," she jerks her chin at a blue box he hadn't noticed before, "lets make your last wish come true."
"Inside that Police Box? You're obligated to tell me if you're police, its the law."
"I'm not police," she shakes her head in good-natured smile and Jaime notices for the first time how impossibility blue her eyes are. Almost the same shade as her police box.
"So you're what? You pick up suicidal strays and put them in your police box?" she is strong and Jaime lets her lead him to the door of it, "both of us in there? if you wanted to fuck me you could've just asked, babe" he drawls and much to his utter delight, she blushes a splotchy red, colouring her freckles in an even darker hue.
"No, I, I meant—" she splutters before face hardens, her blue eyes angry and it warms Jaime to evoke such a reaction from her, "do you want you go to the Age Of Heroes or not?!"
The careful grin from his face falls. Is she on drugs? That's the last thing he needs. How could she possibly take him to the Age Of Heroes? Surely this is taking a jest too far. Or is this a Museum trip?
"Nobody can go to the Age Of Heroes, its in the past. So whatever this is you're selling, I'm not buying." He huffs as he leans against the door of the police box which was apparently unlocked and his shoulder pushes the door open, his momentum taking him to the floor with it.
His mouth falls open. Inside its a cozy room with some controls in the middle and octagonal designs and lighting that gives everything a soft, warm glow. It looks as big as a house inside, stairs leading to ans away to other chambers. A soft thruming sound echoes, as if the box itself were alive. How is so huge? he could've sworn.. sworn it was only...
"Its.." he gapes, as he tries to ascertain how this might be possible. She follows him inside, unsurprised, "... bigger on the inside?"
"Yes, glad you could keep up." she says as she deftly presses some buttons which rocks the container and never mind that he was about to end his life not too long ago, Jaime is terrified.
"I'm a time traveller," she tells him, eyes bright and blue and shining, "I can go anywhen, any time, anywhere in the Universe, anywhere you like. So if that's your last wish, the Age of Heroes... i'll take you there. And if you want to go somewhere else next I'll take you there too. If you want to come back to your bridge then I'll bring you back. But I cannot, in good sense, let you kill yourself without knowing there is still more to the Universe, more to it than we know, more than we can imagine." Her gaze softens, "Westeros doesn't have to be the end."
Jaime can't do anything but gape at her mismatched features. He should find all this time travel nonsense exactly what it is — nonsense, but he finds himself raising his right arm, where his hand used to be, "...but i haven't got a hand..."
"Oh its just a hand, we'll find aplenty to do. Your whole life wasn't just your hand now, was it?"
It was, in a way. Its the only hand that knew how to do things. But the casual way she talks about his hand... like it... like missing it doesn't define him...
"You've got another one, just like it." She muses, "good thing humans come with a spare, yeah?"
"...but I dont know how to use it..." he murmurs, bracing against turbulence as she pulls an odd level here and there.
"Oh, you'll learn." she shrugs like its the simplest thing to do. To learn. And Jaime finds himself gaping at her again, the fathomlessness of her blue eyes. A soft pink blossoms from her neck and up her cheeks under his scrutiny.
"There's a whole Universe to explore, to find and discover. If you are done with yours and don't want to stay in the old one, that's fine. You can come along on mine. So what do you say? Will you come away with me?"
She's looking at him with such conviction and care that Jaime can't look away, only drown himself in those endless blue eyes. Is she supposed to be savior? Is this a fever dream? Is he dead already?
He won't ask questions. The look of concern in her eyes is so foreign to him and his heart aches in the need for that, just that. For someone to care.
"Yes... hi," he says, a little breathless, "Jaime. My name is Jaime."
She smiles and her teeth are all crooked and its so bright so beautiful Jaime feels his heart swell. It feels like a new begining, a breath of fresh air after years of stale, stoic frowns.
"Hello, Jaime" she says, voice a little softer, shyer, red blooming on her freckled cheeks again, and oh he loves, loves how she says his name, "I'm Brienne."
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