I Challenge You to a Face Battle

Author's Note: Some Jaimienne/Braime fluff. First time to publish ASoIaF/GoT fanfiction. I didn't know whether I should put it as Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice and Fire since there is nothing in my fanfic that indicates I'm following which so I put it in the latter because it's more canon than the show XD Hope you enjoy. (Reposted from my fanfiction account)

Jaime stood near the opening of her tent with an odd expression plastered on his face. Neither had said a word to each other since he came into her tent but it seemed as if her very presence had left him dumbfounded.

"Well?" Brienne said after a while.

"What?" was her friend's rather absent-minded reply.

"You have been staring at me for a long while. I doubt I have gone any prettier. Is it possible I have gone even more appalling than I already was, Kingslayer," she was irritated. It was probably the nerves of this upcoming war. A war of creatures unseen for thousands of years.

"I assure you, wench, you have gone neither prettier nor uglier than before," he joked weakly.

"Then what is it, Jaime?" her tone softened as it did when she worries for him, the occasional worry. "Your staring is quite troubling. You storm in here like a madman then look at me like- I don't even know,"

"It's just-"

Jaime moved closer toward her and did something unexpected. He hugged her.

Brienne was taken aback. It was her turn to be motionless and speechless now.

"Brienne," he whispered in a low tone that she had never heard him use. It was almost like a plea, a soft scream of something but he could not get it out.

"Jaime," was all Brienne could whisper as she finally wraps her arms around him.

"I-"

Then, they heard a blast.

Then, two.

Three.

It was the signal.

The white walkers were coming.

They almost sprung apart from their hug and Brienne rushed to her sword.

"Oi Wench," he called out. "Promise me you'll live,"

Brienne walked closer to Jaime and held out her sword, Oathkeeper. The one he had given her to fulfill her duties and promises.

"You promise me that, too, Kingslayer. You promise me on Oathkeeper,"

He held the half the hilt and half her hand. A strange expression flashed across his face before he beamed his superficial charming smile.

"That, I will do, my lady. Even after all that months of reunion, we hadn't had that rematch,"

"I'll kick you in the dust, Lannister,"

"Promise me, Brienne,"

His expression was serious now.

"Let's both swear on Oathkeeper,"

They counted silently to three and muttered 'I swear on Oathkeeper' together.

"I want that battle, Lannister," Brienne yelled at him as he was further away.

"I will definitely win, Tarth," Jaime shouted back as he laughed.

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More than half the army dropped to its knees when Drogon incinerated the last of the White Walkers. Emotions were running high in the battlefield, specifically grief and relief. Brienne would have lain on the ground and let go of unshed tears. No one will judge her this time since half the men were in tears already, but she had an oath to attend to. She scrambled through the battlefield, trying very hard to ignore the corpses around her. He won't be among them. He swore.