GoT Violent Delights

Ch 1: Arrival

AN: Jaime and Brienne arrive at Westworld. Their experiences keep bring them together including a story line with Maeve and Hector. All of them learn that "these violent delights have violent ends." AU smut non-cannon free for all hotness with no rules. Jaime/Brienne and Maeve/Hector.

Brienne yells, "Fuck cannon!" and the story begins.

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Brienne shifted in her seat on the old fashioned train headed into Westworld. A man with dark golden hair caught her eye. His black hat and western attire let her know right way which way he was playing the game – villain.

Brienne knew that she had watched too long as he saw her and tipped his hat at her with a wicked smile playing on his lips. She had seen him the last time she was here, but that time he wore a white hat and was fucking four women he saved from bandits.

Brienne ignored him glancing around the train car taking note of all the black hats she would battle after she arrived. She so enjoyed playing the good guy and dragging in anyone with a bounty on their head or slicing it off for that matter. Even more than that, she savored playing the internal games that very few new comers even knew about.

He stood and strode over to her.

She kept her blue eyes averted.

"I'm Jaime. What's your name?" He smiled tipping his head to one side.

Brienne took a deep breath and ignored him.

Jaime found her indifference to him something odd he had never run into before. Women always flocked to him no matter where he was or what he was wearing. He sat across from her, "I've seen you here before."

Silence.

Jaime sized her up seeing she was not wearing a traditional woman's outfit but that of a man. She was strong, tall and had a bearing about her that yelled she would kick your ass or shoot it. "It would seem that we are on opposite sides. I'm a black hat and you a white."

"Keen observations. Please do point out the obvious the whole way there and ruin the experience for me." Brienne did not look at him, but felt he kept his eyes on her.

Jaime smiled leaning his hands on his legs, "Experience? If you're looking for an experience, we can go into one of the back rooms right now."

Brienne finally looked at him and fought not to be caught in the mischievous green eyes that peered back, "Fuck off."

"So you prefer women?" Jaime believed the answer was no because of the flicker of reaction in her eyes when she first looked at him.

"I prefer to be left alone."

Jaime was truly enjoying the sparing, "I prefer a partner instead of doing it alone. Fuck off hu? Yes, I'd like to fuck and get off…with you."

Brienne took a deep breath and blew it out thinking that most women would throw themselves at him and once he gets to Westworld all the hosts would do just that including some new comers.

"What? No comeback to that?" Jaime waited to see what she would say next.

Brienne went back to ignoring him. She didn't know if she wanted to deck him or grab him and fuck him. But, she decided she would definitely shoot him if her gun were real. That thought brought a hint of smile to her mouth.

Teddy watched the exchange and determined if he laid a finger on her that honor would demand he intervene.

Jaime waited and waited. He didn't understand what was happening. Normally, he could use the cheesiest line and women went for it.

Brienne stood up to get away from him as she felt confused. In her mind, she knew when the train arrived he would fuck everything coming and going which to some extent disgusted her, but at the same time she felt her body warming to the idea of ripping his clothes off.

Jaime stood with her, "Come on. What happens on the train stays on the train."

"It does?" Brienne asked.

"Yes." Jaime smiled knowing he had finally won and thought she had just been playing hard to get.

Brienne punched him square in the jaw.

Jaime had not been expecting that and fell backwards onto the floor sprawling while new comers moved away from them.

Teddy had stood and stepped forward determined he would assist her if need be, but his eyebrows went up in shock seeing she didn't need any assistance. He paused for a moment then sat back down.

"You hit me." Jaime rubbed his saw feeling dizzy. "You fucking hit me."

"And you're fucking annoying me." Brienne stepped over him to get to the bar. She ordered a shot of whisky, downed it and smiled knowing this was going to be a great week.

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AN: Hahahaha! I just couldn't help myself. In this fic, I'm just going to enjoy myself and not worry about cannon or anything else. The game is on!