#teaandbanjo

[jb-smut-swap]

Modern AU (Part 1) 🫶

She's Got Legs (She'll Learn How To Use Them) by KayJayTeal This too shall pass. It’s just a phase. You cannot have sexy thoughts about your best friend.

Jaime had put himself in this position. He told himself that over and over again. He took full responsibility for his own torture. Well, not full responsibility. It was Brienne’s fault for looking so incredible in every outfit Margaery had her photographed her in. It was her parents’ fault. Their genes created this. They never should have let her off their island.

Why, why did he have to be such a good friend and encourage his bestie to model for a new clothing line? He thought it would be good for her. What it turned out to be was an uncomfortable revelation for him.

just crossed swords on the killing floor by jencat The painting comes back to King's Landing, eventually - and Brienne finds herself following it there, reluctantly; for all her vows not to. She hasn't seen it in four years, since Jaime Lannister stole it right out from under the most advanced security system the Red Keep gallery had been able to muster, and she had... retrieved it. Won it back. Had done what she was paid to do, when she took on the case.

The unexpected consequences of neighbors' complaints by Moirin De Clermont An unexpected complaint from a neighbor brings Brienne and Jaime to some bickering: then, they discover each other's feelings while exploring part of Brienne's collection of sex toys. Modern Setting AU with lots of talking, bad puns and some sweet feeling (and a lot of sex, obviously).

For Teaandbanjo with the prompt: The two of them really should be quiet and go to sleep. Too bad for the neighbors that there are more fun things to do, like go through someone's collection of sex toys.

in my heart, in my chest, six feet beneath the flesh by Selenophile (Jdoesitbetter) Which brings him here and now. Looking at her and needing an answer for why the hell he’d just blurted out that they should fuck. He could be honest and say that the five days he barely spoke to her were complete shit. He could tell her it’s because he thinks she might be The One. The whole settle down, have kids and a dog shebang. But he thinks that it might truly break him if she says no. So, he makes a joke instead. “C’mon Blue, put me out of my misery. You can’t let me die a virgin.”

[ao3feed-briennejaime]

The unexpected consequences of neighbors' complaints

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZfUHQB1

by Anonymous

An unexpected complaint from a neighbor brings Brienne and Jaime to some bickering: then, they discover each other's feelings while exploring part of Brienne's collection of sex toys. Modern Setting AU with lots of talking, bad puns and some sweet feeling (and a lot of sex, obviously).

For Teaandbanjo with the prompt: The two of them really should be quiet and go to sleep. Too bad for the neighbors that there are more fun things to do, like go through someone's collection of sex toys.

Words: 1635, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth

Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth

Additional Tags: Sex Toys, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Woman on Top, Dirty Talk, (a bit), Dialogue Heavy, Exhibitionism, (kinda), Feelings Realization, Porn with Feelings, Anal Beads, Dildos

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZfUHQB1

[lewispandawrites]

Prompt for your "Valkyrie".AU. Brienne has a seat in the back of a conference room. Jaime is giving a presentation with a crap ton of power point slides. So, she gets to listen to him talking about "market penetration" and stuff for a while...

Only after writing it did I realise it didn't fit the setting you requested perfectly but I still hope you'll enjoy it!

Also on ao3.

The fic under the cut.

This was bad. This was very bad, not good at all.

Why had Brynden Tully and Arthur Dayne had to decide on a merger? 

Brienne, as a member of Tully’s team, was sitting now in the conference room, as far away from Mr Jaime Lannister, also known as GoldenLion, as she could. Thankfully, he was the most important member of Dayne’s team, so he sat directly opposite from Catelyn. Who was two persons away from Brienne.

At first, she tried to reason with herself. Why on Earth would Mr Jaime Lannister record audio porn? Surely, he had more important things to do and an array of other forms of entertainment. He could play golf, cricket, purchase sports cars, do anything more fitting to his position. But over the recent weeks she had become very well acquainted with GoldenLion’s voice, and it had to be him. GoldenLion had a great recording equipment (now Brienne knew exactly how he had been able to afford it) and the smooth voice that carried across the table could only be his.

Brienne thought she was doing quite alright. Even more than quite alright. She had mastered a completely blank face years before and she was putting that skill to a good use now. She was also sitting completely still in her seat, save for an occasional note written on her stack of files. No one seemed to be the wiser to her avoiding looking directly at Mr Lannister, let alone what she had been up to last night.

The worst thing was, not looking at him didn’t exactly help. GoldenLion had recorded a very, very good office fantasy, and back then Brienne had been foolish enough to imagine it taking place in this conference room  - where she had barely spent time and wouldn’t be distracted by the memories of it. Or blush every time she entered. But now she was sitting in the very same room with GoldenLion’s voice washing over her in person.

“You know well, Mrs Stark, that both Mr Blackfish and Mr Dayne have been considering external growth and since they know each other well, they decided a merger would be the best option.” Jaime’s voice brought her back from her inner battles and Brienne wished it hadn’t. She almost chuckled at the ‘external growth’.

“Hostile takeovers are also an option,” Catelyn replied. It was no surprise to anyone that she wasn't exactly favouring her uncle’s plans but her hands were tied. She was only here to represent him. 

“But coming together is a more pleasurable option.” Brienne could swear Mr Lannister purred those words, and judging by Jon’s sudden cough, she wasn’t mistaken.

“You seem to be taking pleasure in it,” he purred as her mouth pulled off of his cock, a line of saliva connecting the head to her mouth. His fingers were tangled in her hair and his stump raised her chin so she would be looking at him.

Brienne looked down to doodle a tree in her notebook.

“But takeovers are more common. We’ll have to prepare for being scrutinized.” Robb chimed in, trying to earn his five minutes in the spotlight.

“You seem to like this pair,” he said, hooking his finger into her panties. The sight of him, kneeling at her feet, had her mewling. His lips were so close to her sex that she felt every word he uttered. “I like them as well. You made all those beautiful sounds when I lick you through them.” Just to drive the point across, his tongue drew a line from her opening to her clit, his mouth very familiar with the shape of her. “But they do keep me from tasting you. Don’t you think we should rectify that?”

“With businesses of the same size, mergers run more smoothly,” Mr Lannister added to a point Mr Marbrand had made.

When they had been standing together before, she couldn’t help but think how he was almost as tall as her, a rare thing. Not only did Brienne usually tower over everyone with her 6’3” - she had been working exclusively with the Starks and Jon for much too long to remember what it was like to be around someone her own height.

But it didn’t matter, when he drove into her from behind as her torso was flat on the table. Or maybe it made all the difference, because his lips attached themselves to the nape of her neck, the languid kisses a stark contrast to the harsh snap of his hips. 

“Sweetling.” His breath tickled her skin. His fingers were working her clit mercilessly, rubbing her through her second orgasm. “That’s it. You’re such a good girl. One more, for me. Pretty please.”

Her walls clenched around nothing and this time she had to shift in her seat, regretting all the more her wandering thoughts when she felt the slick between her folds.

“We need more details on your market penetration strategy,” Catelyn asked, looking through the files already presented to them.

Brienne made the mistake of looking at Mr Lannister in that moment. His eyes were staring right at her, pinning her in place and making her feel like a deer caught in the headlines. He was in her yesterday, but also wasn’t. There was no logical way he could know, yet he kept looking at her, his eyes leaving hers to trace down her face and neck.

“Of course. But could I ask for a five minute break?” he asked, looking back at Catelyn. “This merger will take weeks anyway.”

“Yes. I think a break would do us good,” Catelyn agreed and Brienne heard Jon’s relieved sigh. They had been sitting there for much too long.

“Could we also open the window?” Jaime asked, standing up. The others followed him, with Jon even going as far as trying to discreetly stretch his legs while standing. Mrs Peckledon giggled at his antics and he blushed then shrugged. 

“I’m afraid not but I could ask someone to change the AC settings,” Robb replied.

Mr Marbrand stretched his arms above his head and asked Pia if she wanted anything to eat. “But it’s only five minutes. Four now,” she replied, anxious, and Brienne felt for her. She had been in her place. Maybe they could get a drink, once it was over. She wasn’t vain enough to think she could mentor her, as Catelyn had done for her, but sometimes talking about things made a difference.

“We’ll start again in fifteen minutes,” Catelyn told Mrs Peckledon then glanced at Addam to confirm this. 

“I might be running to mine after work, just to get some feeling back into my legs. Do you want something?” Jon asked.

“No, I’m alright,” Brienne replied then watched him go. And she was alright, or at least much, much better than she had been a moment ago. She needed to focus and not let her mind wander again, not in that direction. There was no way she would ever listen to his recordings again, she thought sadly. It would not only feel inappropriate but also extremely awkward, and might mess up with her work. She would have to make do with others, or maybe find someone new. It would do her sex life good, broadening her horizons. She should also make a trip to the bathroom before the break was over, because the slight slickness was making everything awkward.

“Hi. You look much better already.”

She hadn’t heard him move, too deep into her thoughts again, so she almost strained the muscles in her neck as her head snapped to look at him. He was standing next to her with a cup of water in his hand - a cup that was then brought closer to her. “Would you like some water?”

“Thank you,” Brienne replied, not knowing what else to do, and accepted the cup with a nod. “Mr Lannister,” she added quickly.

“Please, call me Jaime.” Of course, they had already introduced themselves before the meeting, and he had called her Brienne. Oh, she was making it even more awkward. “I wanted to check if you were okay. Forgive me for being so forward but you looked very flushed from across the room,” he explained awkwardly, shifting from one leg to another. “And forgive me for assuming-”

“No, it’s alright. Thank you. I’m much better now,” she cut in, thankful that he seemed as awkward as she was. Yet when he shot her a very charming, grateful smile, she began to question that assessment. 

“You made a really good point, about the name. I’ve been trying to bring it up with Arthur for a while now but he thinks it’s not important,” he started again after a moment of silence. Her traitorous brain was telling her he was trying to keep conversation going but she quickly shot it down. They were the only two people in the room now, so he was probably just trying to be polite and not really interested in her. Or he was trying to dig some info.

“Thank you,” she said, again. Then berated herself for it. “I hope this will go smoothly,” Brienne added, wanting to contribute more to their conversation.

Jaime replied with a grin. “Those things never do but I do believe a merge between those two will be the most pleasant one in history. I’m actually surprised why it didn’t happen sooner. But, maybe it was meant that way,” he added, not taking his eyes from her. 

[swordmaid]

AU for J and B...he's a fancy, high level concert pianist. She is his piano tuner, and can't figure out why his expensive, hand made, custom grand piano keeps going out of tune and getting stuck keys.

omg yes. he always somehow needs her to come in and check on his grand piano, even goading her to play for him sometimes bc he needs someone to play the same piece as him so ‘’’’he can see how good he actually is.’’’’’’’’ ALSO, there MUST be a piano duet scene alla corpse briene

[luthienebonyx]

You would write Brienne as a specialist in venomous Australian insects. Jaime is a photographer who wants to take pictures of them (the insects) in their natural habitat.

Okay, I like this a lot for several reasons, including that it would allow me to use the “Alternate Universe - Australia” tag again, and that always makes me cackle.

As for the pictures, look, they would be of more than just insects, for sure. There would be pictures of people (or maybe just pictures of insects with people *cough*Brienne*cough* caught unawares in the background) that would result in other people looking at them with regret/angst/longing leading to navel lint/self-realisation and, inevitably, character exploration via smut.

Fic premise ask

[dancinginthecenteroftheworld]

A prompt (if you haven't got enough of them already): Jamie and Brienne are roommates. If Jaime hasn't done laundry recently, sometimes he borrows her t-shirts or sweat pants or whatever. This time, however, Brienne has just been way too busy, and all her underwear is dirty.

Jaime borrows her clothes all the time. No matter how much Brienne yells at him for it. So borrowing Jaime’s clothes should, in theory, not be all that weird. After all, Brienne would have more clean clothes herself, if half her tee shirts and a good chunk of her sweat pants hadn’t disappeared into Jaime’s closet. 

It’s just the matter of which article of clothing Brienne needs that is giving her pause.

This is what happens when you work too many twelve hour days in a row. You run out of clean clothes. Brienne should have learned this lesson last election season, but apparently she hasn’t. 

And now her underwear drawer is empty, and while Brienne can justify re-wearing a sweater, jeans, even her dress pants, recycling dirty underwear is a bridge too far. 

She could go commando, a voice in her head suggests. The voice sounds a lot like Margaery, who would undoubtedly forgo underwear without a care. 

Brienne just can’t, though. The idea makes her feel so uncomfortable, and she knows with her luck, the one day in her life she skips underwear would be the day she gets in a car accident or tears her pants on set. 

So she’s in Jaime’s room, staring at his open dresser drawer while wrapped in a bath towel that barely goes past her hips, because all her extra large bath sheets have also somehow disappeared. 

Brienne is going to yell at Jaime next time she sees him, she really is. But right now the more pressing issues is finding underwear and making it to work in time for another long, exhausting day.

The rows of boxer briefs look somehow intimidating. Brienne tells herself it will be just like her usual boyshorts. And Jaime won’t even know, considering how little attention he pays to things like laundry. She can wash them when she finally gets around to doing her own clothes and slip them back in the drawer. 

Never mind that thinking about putting something Jaime has worn against his naked skin, against very personal areas of his naked skin, makes Brienne feel a little light-headed. 

Except that as soon as Brienne gathers the courage to step into a pair of black briefs and pull them up, the door to the room swings open behind her. She hears it, just like she hears the sharp intake of breath from Jaime. 

Brienne stares at the wall in front of her. Maybe if she doesn’t say anything, Jaime will just turn around go away and they can just pretend this never happened. 

Brienne is not that lucky. 

“Are you wearing my underwear?” Jaime’s voice sounds strained and Brienne is reminded that this is very much not a normal roommate thing to do. Especially when your roommate is a different gender. Especially when you haven’t asked.

“I”m sorry,” Brienne’s hand hovers over her hip, the other one clutching her towel tighter. She feels like she should take them off, but she also feels like that is an even worse idea. “I’m out of clean laundry and you always steal my clothes.”

“I don’t steal your underwear.” Jaime’s voice sounds closer. Brienne hunches in on herself, wondering if she can some how make herself small enough to slip by him unnoticed. 

“I’m sorry,” Brienne says again. She’s going to have to move. Which is a shame, because she really likes this apartment, it’s so close to work and has great light and she’s going to miss it a lot when she goes. “I shouldn’t have.”

“I didn’t say that.” Jaime’s voice is even closer, yet Brienne still jumps when he settles his hands over her hips. “Have you borrowed my underwear before?”

“No,” Brienne manages to get out, thankful that at least she can give a reasonable answer. 

“But you’re wearing it now.” Jaime’s breath is hot against Brienne’s neck.

Brienne nods, slightly and then feels Jaime’s forehead against her hair as he groans. Jaime’s hands flex on her hips. Brienne isn’t sure what’s going on. 

“Fuck, Brienne,” Jaime breathes. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Brienne’s voice has deserted her entirely and she just shakes her head. 

“I shouldn’t be jealous of a piece of fabric,” Jaime says and Brienne’s brain flat-lines momentarily because that doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. 

Jaime pulls her back against him and Brienne might not have ever felt a man’s cock before but there’s no mistaking what’s pressing up against her. She gasps despite herself and feels Jaime wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her tighter. 

“How come it gets to touch you?” Jaime mutters. “When I don’t?”

Brienne wonders if the buzzing in her ears is real or if this is all some strange hallucination. Maybe she’s actually lying on the floor of her room, half-conscious. 

“I don’t understand,” she finally gets out. 

“What’s to understand?” Jaime rocks his hips against her, nuzzles his nose against her neck. “You wearing my underwear is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You haven’t seen it,” Brienne points out, before the sentence registers. Because she’s still got a towel on. And she’s pretty sure the door didn’t open until she was basically done pulling them on.

She hopes the door didn’t open until she was done. 

“Will you show me?” Jaime spins her around then, facing him and Brienne searches his face for a sign of what’s going on. It has to be a joke, it has to be, but Jaime’s eyes are dark as he stares at her, his lips parted and his breath coming slightly faster than usual. “It’s only fair.” 

His hands move to the edges of her towel as he talks, slow enough that Brienne could stop him if she wanted to. Even with one hand still clutching the top of the towel around her chest. She should stop him. 

Brienne doesn’t stop him, as Jaime pulls the edges of the towel apart and drops his gaze.

Brienne can’t help following where he looks, wonders what he’s seeing as he looks down, the front looser than she’s used to, her thick thighs making the legs fit with no problem. She hasn’t shaved, and there’s a fuzz of white blond hair scattered across her pale skin and stubborn freckles. 

The noise Jaime makes is not one Brienne imagined a man would ever make around her. 

“Fuck,” Jaime says, and keeps staring. 

“I have to go to work,” Brienne finally says, because she’s getting increasingly confused standing there. 

Increasingly aroused, too, and she hopes it isn’t noticeable. 

Jaime lets her go, and Brienne fixes her eyes at a spot over his shoulder as she starts to step around him. 

“I’ll give them back after I wash them,” she says, hoping to restore some sense of normalcy to this strange situation. Which can’t possibly mean what it seems like it means. “Or not. I can throw them out.”

“Give them back.” Jaime catches her wrist before she can get too far. “But Brienne?”

Brienne still doesn’t look at him, though she turns slightly to show she’s listening.

“Don’t wash them.”

[mattatouile]

21: What aggravates you about teenagers nowadays?

I DON'T UNDERSTAND THEM. I finally hit that point where I do not know what's going on with teenagers. I mean, it happened a fair number of years ago now, but I'm officially lost. SIGH.

[jb-smut-swap]

Canon Setting ⚔️

Knight Club by catherineflowers If you wake up in a different kingdom, a different castle, could you wake up as a different knight?

Lovely Lady May by SeeThemFlying The knight and the lady have many roles to play.

They must be the gracious hosts, welcoming scores of people into the Great Hall. They must be the loving parents, who let their son enjoy the festivities but also make sure he is asleep at the correct time. They must be the lord and lady of the Rock, dutiful and decorous.

Most of all, they must be lovers.

come in, she said (i'll give you shelter from the storm) by Roccolinde There is much to do in the rebuilding of Winterfell, but time can be found for the important things.

Maid, Inn by TeaandBanjo Our knights are recovering from Lady Stoneheart, and seeking traces of the Stark girls. A little bit of angst, a lot of horny.

You Hold Me Together by aleighcarlisle "Brienne had departed Winterfell on the first day of the third moon when the sky was still dark. Now the moon could be seen in the daylight, rising ever closer to the red wanderers. Lady Sansa had begun sending out scouts to survey the land around Winterfell. Northerners were displaced, and there were whispers of spies from the South in the forests."

Jaime worriedly awaits her return, not knowing he will be tasked with holding her together when she falls apart.

there ain't no way, baby (to get me out this house) by Musing_and_Music "If you wish for something, I will do my best to give it to you, Brienne.” Her blue eyes widened, and she turned her gaze back on the yard as a flush returned to her cheeks and throat. Jaime waited a few seconds for her answer, getting more impatient as silence spread between them. When Brienne finally spoke, her voice was restrained, hesitant, faint, but her words were as clear as the blue and freezing skies of this day upon the Vale. “A kiss.”

Brienne gets much more than that on the evening before Jaime and she leave the Gates of the Moon. And still, she'll remain a maiden until they reunite again.

[firesign23]

Phryne Ficathon 3 -- Please sign the guest register

Please sign the guest register: Chapter One

Title: Please sign the guest register Rating: M Chapters: [1/4] Summary: Sometimes, leadership takes you to strange places.  Jack just found one.  He's not comfortable here, but he can't delegate this. Sometimes, a man has to put it all on the line.  Like right now:  there is something he needs to explain to Rosie. Author: TeaandBanjo ( @teaandbanjo) Recipient: SarahToo ( @omgimsarahtoo)

[olderbynow]

An AU story where Dot is the very new police woman at City South, and Hugh Collins works for Miss Fisher, lady detective.

“Let me just see if the Inspector’s in,” Constable Williams says, trying to keep her voice firm although she has the feeling it’s not going too well, this lady detective looking like the world’s best dressed freight train about to run her over and her own eyes constantly straying to her assistant, smiling and making her stomach do weird flips she suspects Father Grogan wouldn’t approve of.

“Oh, there’s no need,” says Miss Fisher breezily, zooming around the desk like the path to Inspector Robinson’s office really is a downhill stretch of train tracks. “Why don’t you just stay here and get yourself acquainted with young Hugh here and--” she pulls a couple of plates from the basket hanging on ‘young Hugh’s’ arm, sets them on the table and takes the basket with her “--sample these scones Mr. Butler just baked while I go... extract some information.”

*

tell me about a story i haven’t written, and i will give you between one and three sentences from that story.

[thetideseternaltune]

A Happy Ending

“Darling,” Mac said, “I know you and the Inspector have a remarkable ability to communicate without speaking, but sometimes things really do need to be said.”

In which Mac and Rosie have finally had enough of Phryne and Jack's heterosexual antics. (Established Mac/Rosie, pre-Phrack) (1k)

A/N: This was heavily inspired by @scruggzi's addition to this post 😂 Picture this happening amid some season-3-level Phrack UST. Many thanks to @ohrosewhatsinaname, @teaandbanjo, and QuailiTea, who encouraged me to embrace the self-indulgence as I was writing this 😘

[AO3]

One of the benefits – and curses – of having been best friends for so many years was that Mac and Phryne knew precisely how to get under each other’s skin when they so chose, and Mac smirked as Phryne huffed in irritation at her. Ignoring Phryne, she tilted her head to allow Rosie better access as she kissed her way up Mac’s throat, her gentle fingers lightly caressing Mac’s thigh. She was curled up comfortably on Mac’s lap, and Mac was quite content to let Rosie demonstrate her affection however she saw fit.

“Mac, are you even listening to me?” Phryne’s scowl was evident just from her tone of voice, and Mac briefly glanced over at her before her attention returned to Rosie, whose lips were now just under her ear, nibbling at a particularly sensitive spot and making Mac shiver.

“Love, we do have company,” she murmured to Rosie, even as she pulled her partner closer, arms wrapped securely around Rosie’s waist.

“I’m fully aware of that, Doctor,” Rosie whispered into Mac’s ear, too softly for Phryne to hear. “I’m hoping she’ll become frustrated enough to go find Jack and finally tell him how she feels.”

Mac laughed out loud at that, feeling Rosie’s lips turn up into a grin as Phryne’s scowl deepened.

“Phryne,” Mac said, giving her best friend a pointed look, “I don’t actually need to be listening to know what you’re saying, considering you’ve spent the past two weeks telling me the same things ad nauseum.” Phryne glared at her but said nothing – they both knew that Mac was right.

Mac returned her attention to Rosie, meeting her lips in a soft kiss as Rosie stroked her cheek with one hand. She smiled when they pulled apart, and Rosie pressed another kiss to the corner of her lips.

“Darling,” Mac continued, addressing Phryne but still focused on Rosie, “I know you and the Inspector have a remarkable ability to communicate without speaking, but sometimes things really do need to be said.” Discreetly, she slipped her hand underneath Rosie’s skirt, skating her fingers up Rosie’s thigh until she reached the top of her stocking and stroking the soft skin there gently.

“Mac,” Rosie breathed, her grip on Mac’s own thigh tightening.

Mac smiled slyly at her, silently daring Rosie to go further as her fingers drifted even higher. There wasn’t really any intent behind her actions, at least not while Phryne was there, but she couldn’t resist the urge to tease Rosie. “Just tell him how you feel,” she said to Phryne, who was still silently frowning at her. “I promise you he feels the same way.”

Rosie, clearly intent on retaliation, stroked Mac’s breast with one hand, out of Phryne’s sight. Even through her clothing, the sensation was enough to make Mac’s breath hitch, and she bit back a groan.

It was Rosie’s turn to smirk as she leaned closer and pressed her lips to Mac’s ear. “We’ll continue this later,” she breathed before pulling back and nuzzling more firmly into Mac’s embrace, head resting on Mac’s shoulder. She took Mac’s hand in her own, pressing her lips to Mac’s knuckles softly.

“Mac is right, Phryne,” she said out loud, stroking Mac’s hand absentmindedly. “All of Melbourne can see how in love the two of you are; you’re not exactly subtle about it.”

Phryne let out a rather undignified yelp of indignation at that, making Mac and Rosie burst into laughter.

“It’s true,” Mac said, giving Phryne a teasing smile as she shrugged. She pressed her lips to Rosie’s hair, breathing in the sweet scent of her floral perfume.

“I mean, I’ve known since at least the Abbottsford-West Melbourne football match last year,” Rosie added.

Mac chuckled as Phryne opened her mouth and then closed it again without a word. Finally, she huffed, but Mac could see the hint of vulnerability and worry hidden in her eyes as she toyed with the hem of her skirt.

Mac’s expression softened as she caught Phryne’s gaze. “Just tell him,” she said gently.

Phryne’s expression softened as well, and she nodded minutely. Mac gave her an encouraging smile – in all their years of friendship, she’d never seen Phryne behave like this over a man, and she doubted she ever would again. Jack Robinson was almost certainly the only man on earth who could persuade Phryne Fisher to willingly hand over her heart, and without even asking it of her.

“Fine,” Phryne said after a long moment, regaining her usual confidence as she stood from her armchair, looking resolute. “I will go talk to Jack, if only to escape you two lovebirds and your amorous antics.”

“Envy doesn’t suit you, darling,” Mac said, breaking into a wide grin when Phryne gave her an unamused look.

“Good night, Elizabeth, Rosemary,” Phryne said pointedly to each of them, though Mac could see the reluctant smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Good night, Phryne,” Mac said sweetly.

“Yes, good night,” Rosie said, then added slyly, “Give Jack a kiss for me.”

Mac snickered as Phryne shook her head bemusedly, still clearly trying not to smile, and then strode out of the room. After a minute, Mac heard the front door open and close again as Phryne hopefully left to find Jack.

“Honestly, she’s as stubborn as an ox,” she remarked, absentmindedly stroking her hand over Rosie’s back.

Rosie laughed as she shifted positions, turning so that she was straddling Mac’s lap. Mac grinned up at her, pulling her in for a long kiss and delighting in the familiar weight of her partner in her arms.

“Jack can be too,” Rosie said once she finally pulled back, cradling Mac’s face in her palm. “No wonder neither of them has managed to tell the other how they feel.”

Mac rolled her eyes. “Phryne had better actually tell him now, because any more of this and I’m handcuffing them to each other and throwing away the key.”

Rosie burst into laughter at that, and Mac soon did too, unable to suppress her grin.

“Amusing as that would be, Doctor, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Rosie said, stroking Mac’s cheek fondly. She leaned in again, and Mac sighed happily as she relaxed back into the sofa, arms wrapped around Rosie, holding her close as they kissed. Rosie’s hands drifted, brushing over Mac’s chest, skating down her sides, grasping her ass, and it wasn’t long before all thoughts of Phryne and Jack were gone from Mac’s head as she lost herself in Rosie’s eager embrace.

[jaime-brienne-fic-exchange]

Fic Exchange Roundup: Modern AUs Pt. 3

Where and Why Don't Matter by TeaandBanjo for blinkbot (zoetrope731)

   Jaime Lannister needs to be at a meeting. Too bad he doesn't have the option to take a plane, not this time.

Two Tickets by Weboury for letters2the0

Brienne of Tarth, aged 12, and Jaime Lannister, aged 13 and a 1/3, found themselves attending the same summer camp for nerdy kids who love LARPing Medieval Westeros. Their encounter was full of the epic highs and lows that only the teenage penchant for drama can bring, to the extent many spoke of that summer for years to come. The rest of us… The rest of us have this abridged collection of letters, exchanged during the summer of —94 AC, as the only proof of what actually happened. *looks meaningfully into the camera* This is the beginning of a love story.

Dust to Dust by Octamercuria for everydayescapeartist

Having been recently diagnosed - Dr. Jaime Lannister heads to Riverrun General for his son's treatment under the care of Dr. Brienne Tarth

i lost myself in a familiar song by EllisJay for gypsyscarfwoman

When Jaime and Brienne had bought tickets to their favorite band's farewell tour a year in advance, they'd been stupidly in love and confident that they always would be. When they'd broken up, loudly and messily and angrily, neither had been willing to give up their tickets. Which was fine because they weren't stupidly in love with each other anymore. Or that's what Jaime thought until he saw her walking towards him.

all our souls are written in our eyes by cardinalgirl75 for Mel_Sanfo

Jaime is falling in love with a young woman with the soul and wit of a poet. Too bad he thinks she's someone else.

I think I’m gonna let you read my mind (‘Cause it’s last call, it’s closing time) by ImberReader for jencat

A chance takes Jaime all the way to a bar in Winterfell. There, he finds a bartender who challenges him in quiet ways, kids that will involve him in a snowball war and a home he didn't expect to find.

breath and bone by jencat for tuliptoes

"You could just come home," Selwyn offers, although they both know how this conversation goes. "Your room's still made up." "Too many stairs," Brienne says, tiredly. Home on Tarth is a tall, vague shadow on the other side of the headland, a well-worn path away. Close, but not too close. The key clicks into the lock of her grandmother's front door and she shifts her weight against her bag; balances the cane with her other hand. She thinks she should be used to this by now. "Someone needs to be here for the animals, don't they?" Her dad sighs; shoulders the door up over the point where it always catches. "I don't know why she won't let me fix this. The neighbour's been feeding them. That mainlander." *** Brienne comes home to say goodbye to her grandmother, and has an unexpected encounter.

slow dancing with the devil by makinggold for LadyRhiyana

Brienne is out for blood, and Jaime Lannister stands in her way. She discovers that they could be mutually beneficial to each other. But she never expected to get attached. (the mob boss jaime!au)

Re/union by Luthien for cardinalgirl75

Six months after an eventful night in the mountains that feels more like a dream than reality, Brienne makes an unwelcome discovery on the day she starts her new job.

[swordmaid]

Brienne trying to brush Beast!Jaime! I'm not sure if he would purr, or give her that "I'm tired of your human BS" look. Enlighten me please!

HONESTLY i just imagine beast!jaime started giving no fucks about the state of his appearance anymore so im thinking his fur is filled with mats. a brushing session would sound cute in theory but i imagine it’s all arm work and frustrated groaning from brienne and a LOT of broken brushes

[luthienebonyx]

For the "one word" meme, "floating". Happy procrastination!

Not floating, but there’s a fly:

Jaime closed his good hand over hers when she would have left him to deal with the zipper of his fly. 

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

[gaslightgallows]

Thing I've never seen you write: A story that starts out like a totally normal comedy with cis-het characters who wouldn't surprise anyone...but slowly changes direction to end up as something completely different. A normal to weird metamorphosis.

That’s very true, I’ve never written that! Probably because that’s been the story of my entire life and I’ve never been comfortable with autobiography.

And I don’t believe in lulling readers into a false sense of security. 

Characters who surprise right out of the gate relieve my mind unspeakably.

What’s one type of fic you’d like to see from me that I haven’t written yet?

[arlome]

In Service

For @teaandbanjo who asked for a role-reversal au + 5 head canons - Jack is the butler and Mr Butler is the detective. I twisted it up a bit, I hope it’s okay!

1.      Jack Robinson is an agent with the Secret Service. His unit sends him on an assignment to weed out a foreign spy that managed to infiltrate the higher ranks of the Victorian Police force. In order to locate and eliminate his mark, Agent Robinson is sent to Melbourne, where he finds employment with a rich lady detective who can’t keep her nose out of trouble. She immediately takes him on as her butler, claiming that he’s got a respectable air about him that fits the profession seamlessly. It’s the perfect cover; he makes a killer gratin.

 2.      What Jack Robinson doesn’t realise, until he’s left staring into the muzzle of her golden gun, is that the Honorable Miss Phryne Fisher is with the Secret Service, too, and seems to take offense at having her room not-so-secretly searched for information. Three tumblers of whisky each and two slices of his Vitoria sponge cake later they decide to start working together. After all, two heads are better than one.

 3.      Phryne’s unsuspecting contact at the Victoria Police is one Senior Detective Inspector Tobias Butler, a kind fifty-four-year-old widower with a green thumb and a sweet-tooth. He visits the house sometimes – for supper, or post-case drinks – and Jack can’t help but feel that the older man is not so naïve as he would like them to think. For one thing, the man’s knowledge of weaponry rivals his own. He voices his suspicions into Phryne’s neck one night, as the moonlight eliminates her nearly translucent skin, and she sighs, ‘you’re probably right’, and arches into him. Jack decides to let the matter slide.

 4.      Phryne’s companion, Miss Dorothy Williams, is stepping out with Butler’s constable. They sit in the kitchen, heads pressed together, and speak softly of mundane things while Jack polishes the silverware in the pantry. He was once this young and in love and spoke softly to his sweetheart of things ordinary and full of hope. But that was before the war; long before he became dour and damaged. The young, bright-eyed constable kisses Miss Williams good night and Jack’s heart twinges just a bit. He lowers the well-buffed fork he’s holding in his hands and picks up a fork.

 5.      It turns out that the foreign spy is no other than George Sanderson, the newly made Commissioner of Police. Inspector Butler makes the arrest himself, based on tips gathered by Jack and Phryne; several days later Sanderson is found dead in his cell. A heart attack, claims Doctor Macmillan; Phryne narrows her eyes at Jack but says nothing. After all, what happens in Melbourne, stays in Melbourne.