AN: So after what happened with canon; I've decided to give Braime the AU treatment. Some will be modern AU, some will be adapted to fit into Westeros. Most will be fluffy, some will have angst but there will be a lot of BriennexJaime.

The list of prompts comes from a lot I complied from Tumblr that I liked and I'm using a number generator to get through them all. I hope you like them. If you have any AUs you wish to see, let me know.

Superhero AU

"Have you heard? GoldenHand was seen in the city last night stopping a bank robbery! You can see him in the footage!" Sansa gushed excitedly as she showed the slightly distorted image to Brienne. They were standing in their office kitchen, Sansa clutching the morning edition of the Kings Landing Herald in her hands.

"It's still a little surreal. Kings Landing has a superhero. An actual flying, crime-fighting, super strength superhero. When did we become a Marvel movie?" Brienne asked.

It had been happening throughout the past few months. Crime in the city had dropped dramatically; not due to the police but to the masked vigilante known only as GoldenHand; due to the gold coloured gauntlet that covered his right hand. Only his right hand. From what witnesses put together along with video evidence; GoldenHand's powers included, flight, super strength, agility and a clear sense on honour. Amongst his countless victims of hold ups, bank robberies, weapons smuggling, there were even a few unexpected; like a little boy who had been pulled back from the road; avoiding being hit by an out of control van. It was nationwide news and everyone was asking the same question.

Who was GoldenHand?

"What's going on?" Jaime asked as he approached Brienne and Sansa, who showed him her phone. "Is that the superhero guy?"

"Yeah, isn't it cool? I wonder who he is; how did he get his powers?" Sansa mused as Brienne shrugged.

"Bitten by a radioactive direwolf?" Brienne suggested.

"Maybe he came from another planet?" Jaime offered as he tried to grab Brienne's bagel from the toaster.

"You're from another planet." Brienne retorted, smacking his hand away before spotting a bruise on his wrist. "What happened?"

"I was babysitting Tommen and Myrcella last night. Tommen's obsessed with GoldenHand too. I was the bad guy who had to be defeated before I took over the world." Jaime replied with a fond smile. His little nephew and niece were fascinated with GoldenHand; thanks in no part to Tyrion's insistence that they watch every superhero movie in existence.

"Sounds about right," Brienne replied as she and Jaime headed for their desks. Behind them, Sansa frowned at the kettle. Jaime said that he had been babysitting his niece and nephew last night; but Tyrion had cancelled their date because Cersei dumped the children on him. He had RavenTime'd her to show her the kids and she could have sworn he had said Jaime was too busy to babysit.

Still, that was none of her business what her co-workers got up to.

"I'm glad that's over," Brienne said as they left the office that evening.

"You said it," Podrick said before he grinned, an idea coming to life. "Anyone for the pub?"

"Fuck yes," Bronn said, slinging an arm around Podrick's shoulders. "That's why you're here lad; those brilliant ideas of yours."

"I'm in," Davos said and Brienne nodded.

"Sounds good," Brienne said. "Jaime, Sansa; are you coming?"

"I'd love to but Tyrion's offered to cook me dinner; I'll see you guys tomorrow." Sansa said as she walked towards her car.

"Jaime? You owe us a round from last time." Bronn said. "Thought a Lannister paid his debts?"

"We do," Jaime replied, glancing at Brienne. "I'll stay for one."

Four hours later, Brienne, Podrick and Bronn stumbled out of the pub and onto the street. True to his word, Jaime bought and stayed for one drink. Davos left after an hour and the three of them had stayed, drinking, laughing and talking nonsense. Now however, they were on a noble quest to find a large, greasy donner kebab or some curly fries. Brienne lagged behind Bronn and Podrick; trying to check to see if Jaime had messaged her. He had been acting strange recently. He rarely socialised with them outside of work, he always seemed even more tired in the mornings; as their manager, he did have more work to do than them but this wasn't work related. He was almost avoiding her; their joking friendship and banter had changed. She couldn't think of why; nothing major had happened; they sometimes flirted a bit but nothing she could think of to cause this.

Brienne was jolted from her thoughts by someone roughly grabbing her arm. Too late she realised her mistake; alcohol + looking at her phone + being separated from her friends; it was the recipe for disaster as old as time. Still, she was tipsy, not drunk and she knew how to defend herself. Brienne tried to pull herself free before someone pushed into her from behind and she felt a blade poking into her back.

"I don't think so, try anything and we'll make you even uglier."

The man stunk of body odour and cheap beer. His friend stank of aftershave and tequila. Both of them were almost as tall as her but wider, stronger and armed. Brienne considered her chances; one way or another they would not get what they wanted from her. Brienne elbowed the man holding the knife, causing him to drop it as she kicked at his instep. The blade fell to the floor and Brienne kicked it away as the second man punched her in the face. Stars exploded in her vision but before Brienne could return the favour; she heard someone else hit someone. This was a heavier hit and she could have sworn she heard a clunk of metal as the first man dropped like a stone.

The one who had had the knife, realised what was happening but before he could flee, GoldenHand had grabbed him and lifted him by the throat.

"You dare lay a hand on her or on any woman again and I will not show this mercy." GoldenHand growled through his mask as he slammed the man against the wall; his strength crumbling some of the brick as the man slumped to the ground unconscious. GoldenHand surveyed the scene before turning back to Brienne. Something about her caused him to stiffen before his head turned skyward.

"I must go." He said.

"Wait!" Brienne called; she didn't know what came over her but she knew she had to speak to him. "Who are you?"

"I am me. There is no one else like me." GoldenHand replied as Brienne shook her head.

"No, who are you? Under that mask." Brienne asked as she walked towards him. She couldn't put her finger on it but something about his height, his body shape seemed familiar. His voice was distorted; either by choice or the mask or both and his eyes were hidden by his mask. Clearly he could see through them but no one could see him.

"You don't want to know." GoldenHand stated dismissively.

"Why not?" Brienne asked as GoldenHand made a sound of amusement.

"Because I'm really ugly." GoldenHand said as Brienne shook her head. Surely no one was uglier than her. As if reading her thoughts, GoldenHand looked her up and down.

"You are not ugly. I've seen you a few times, you're honourable, kind, smart and brave. You have a beauty inside and out." GoldenHand said gently; for once relieved that his mask could let him be his true self.

"I don't think that's true," Brienne said softly, "but you are amazing. Everyone in the city adores you. They wish that they could thank you."

"I don't do it for thanks. I do it because it's the right thing to do." GoldenHand replied. "The thanks of one person is enough."

A moment of recklessness took over Brienne; possibly due to adrenaline, possibly due to the vulnerability she had just seen in the supposed invulnerable superhero, possibly because of the frustrating feeling that this was someone she knew but his real face escaped her or possibly because if this was a superhero movie, clearly the fates wished her to be the Lois Lane/Pepper Potts character. Either way, she knew what she wanted to do and judging by the tension in the air around her, he wanted her to do it too.

"Then let me thank you," Brienne said as she stepped towards GoldenHand; noticing how his mask blended into his suit before she spotted the hem that she could pull up. Carefully, she lifted it over a stubbled, strong chin, revealing a pair of pale pink lips. As she pushed it towards his nose; his hand rested on her's.

"Don't." GoldenHand whispered and Brienne nodded.

"I won't." Brienne whispered as his lips ghosted over her lips, just for a second before she kissed him. For a split second, he didn't respond before he suddenly kissed her back. Her hands rested on his shoulders as his slid around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She was the one who pressed her tongue against his lips, inviting him to deepen it; which he eagerly did. He suddenly turned and pushed her back against the wall; wishing to take it further as he kissed her lips, her neck but before they could; police sirens sounded in the distance. Lots of police sirens. Reluctantly he broke the kiss and they smiled at each other. He gently pressed his thumb to her lips before he kissed her again.

"I'll see you again," he promised before he stepped back and flew up into the sky. Brienne watched him fly off, a wide smile crossing her face as she touched her lips with her fingers. They still tingled from his kiss. It felt so strange, yet so right to kiss him. The way he kissed her, spoke to her, held her in his arms had felt so amazing… yet so familiar.

"Brienne!" Bronn called. "There you are!"

"Are you OK?" Podrick asked as Brienne walked towards them, sidestepping the men who still lay unconscious on the ground.

"Fine, I'm fine." Brienne reassured as they climbed into a cab. Her thoughts were filled with GoldenHand but by the time she got home, she knew she could never tell anyone what happened to her that evening. Besides, who would believe her? She still couldn't shake off the feeling that GoldenHand had seemed familiar. Like she knew him, the real him who lived behind the mask but she couldn't see who he was.

But she knew him.

The next morning, Brienne arrived in work; tired, slightly hungover but still in a slight daze from what had happened. Like always Jaime was making a cup of coffee and he had a wide grin on his face; he seemed very pleased with himself about something, even if he had dark bags under his eyes, like he hadn't had much sleep.

"You're cheerful," Brienne said as she reached for her favourite mug.

"Just in a good mood I suppose," Jaime replied as he grinned at her. Brienne pulled a face, cursing herself for drinking too much on a work night to notice the familiarity of the smile on his face.

"And what's made you so happy?" Brienne asked as she made coffee.

Kissing you last night, Jaime thought to himself before dismissing it. It was the promise he made when he took on the mantle of GoldenHand; no one, not even Tyrion could ever know his true identity. He couldn't tell Brienne that he had saved her last night, that she had flirted with him and that they had kissed each other like the world was ending. Besides…

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."