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fadingdaggerr · 1 year

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beckon me back

pairing: brienne of tarth x gn!reader

summary: brienne comes home to winterfell after a much too long assignment

warnings: fluff, brief soft smut, arya being a menace and a cockblock, reader is a northerner (but no house stated, just that they follow the old gods)

note: sorry i’ve been away. i’ve had a lot going on in my personal life and my mental health has been horrible. hope this makes up for the absence :) also title is from animal by troye sivan

sleeping alone should not be this difficult, truly. you’d spent years alone, sleeping and traveling alike. she changed everything the first night she accidentally fell asleep on your bed one night. you had grown all to used to the warm body that wrapped around yours in the late hours, the one that snuck into your room after everyone went to bed just so she could hold you.

the cold stone of the windowsill froze your arms and hands, skin now cool to the touch. every night for the last two months, you’d been sat in this very spot, watching and waiting for her return. you’d watched rain fall from the clouds, watched as more snow gathered on the yards of winterfell, watched until your eyes burned with sleep and arms froze with the northern air. any day now.

—

a harsh push against your shoulder wakes you, another makes you open your eyes with annoyance written on your face. when your eyes finally focus, arya stark is in your face, all dressed and ready.

“get up, sloth. time to break our fasts and train,” she says as she gets off the bed.

you groan as you rise from the mattress, “you’re the one who trains, stark. i just patch up your unsuspecting victims.”

a bearskin cloak is launched on top of you head, “get dressed and get down to the dining hall. my orders, as the sister of the lady of winterfell.”

“i hate you,” you grumble as tie your trousers and tuck in the linen top.

“next thing i throw at you will be a brick. five minutes,” arya responds with a laugh as she leaves your quarters.

you checked your appearance in the mirror, everything matched, brown bearskin, brown trousers, brown boots. the only thing different was the blue tunic with grey strings, a shirt from the wardrobe at the foot of the bed. her shirt. the thought made a smile cross your face.

the descent to the dining hall felt lonely, you’d grown used to the arm looped with yours, but at least you wouldn’t be lonely at the end. the hall was boisterous with laughter and the sound of dishes clacking. you made your way through, grabbing a plate and stabbing sausages from the large dishes, as well as fruit and a thick slice of bread. you move to sit next to arya, who slides across fruit spread for you.

you half-listen to arya talk to the others at the table, training and whatever else they liked to discuss most of the day. you poked at the apple and pear slices on your plate, hardly interested in anything at all it seemed. your thoughts were broken by the horns blowing, and a call of ‘riders incoming!’

before anyone can say anything to you, you’re bolting out of the dining hall. the stone under your boots becomes snow as you head towards the gates as fast as lightning. by the time you reach the gates, they’re hardly open, but you can hear the horses whinnying from the other side. the guards laugh lightly watching you bounced on the balls on your feet waiting for her to step through the gates, to finally be home with you. the gates fully open and you’re nearly vibrating with excitement.

a black mare walked through the gates, a brown mare behind. the knight atop the first looked around as she entered the gates, blue eyes scanning each face until they find yours. she’s quick to dismount the mare, stroking her mane in thanks, before passing the lead off to a stableboy. the second her hands are free, you run towards her.

you collide into her chest with a hard thunk and a hard exhale from her lungs. her arms hold you tightly as your face moves to take residence in her neck, arms linked around her neck. she takes the opportunity to lift you off the ground slightly, walking you away from the gates and out of the way of the horses.

“i missed you,” you mumble into her skin as she sets your feet back on the ground, but you don’t let go from your hold.

“i missed you more,” she says in return, with a soft kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek. “come with me to greet lady sansa? i’m sure she’ll let me have the day to settle in once i’ve given report.”

all you want is to have her all to yourself, but what the lady of winterfell says, goes. you walk with brienne, arm-in-arm, happy, no longer lonely. you stand off to the side as sansa welcomes brienne home, a gentle hug shared between two friends. podrick comes to stand next to you, and you link your arms and rest your head on his shoulder while he speaks to only you.

“she’ll try to hide it, but she’s got a pretty large scrape down her side from a fall,” you grip his arm tighter as a question, “we got ambushed by a small group of raiders. thought they could overpower us, only win of the night for them was pushing her into a fallen tree.”

“what was their fate?” you ask, anger towards the men evident in your tone.

“cut down shortly after she got back up.”

“good,” you say with a bitter smile, your eyes glued to brienne as she spoke to sansa.

brienne bows and turns away from sansa, making her away over to you and pod. you untangle your arm from your friend’s, only to have brienne’s arm wrap around your waist underneath your cloak. her fingers play with the material of the shirt you’re wearing, a smile stretches across her face.

—

the large oak door shuts behind you. immediately you’re pressed against it with brienne’s lips moving against yours with a hurry. her hands firm on your hips, yours on the back on her neck, fingers tangled in her short hair. you push yourself off the wall, backing brienne towards the bed. the back of her knees hit the bed, causing her body to fall onto the bed and take you with her. your hands find the bottom of her tunic, pulling it up until you reveal the entirety of her abdomen.

“darling, wait-” she rushes to pull her top down.

“pod didn’t say they were this bad…” your fingers hovered over the injury, not wanting to put more pressure on the reddening skin.

“it’s not, i swear. it’s healing that’s why it looks- you already know that,” she says with a huff.

“i do,” you say through a laugh, “just like i know you would’ve tried to hide this as long as possible.” you get off the bed, with only a groan from brienne in refusal. grabbing your kit, you find a salve and bandages to coat her cuts. you rounded the bed and manhandled brienne until she was sat up to make it easier to check her wounds.

her skin is so soft, it should be a crime in itself to hurt someone so beautiful, you think to yourself. you pull her tunic off of her, exposing her chest and abdomen to you. fingers trace the collection of freckles across her skin, the scars from years of battle, following her story before tending to her. you lightly apply the salve with barely-there pressure. your focus stays on her skin, not noticing how brienne is in an awe of her own just looking at you.

soft eyes watching how gentle you are with her, not once did she think it possible that she would be so adored. the excited way you had taken her arm, how you kissed the bandages you placed on her. and don’t get her started on the sheer joy she felt when she saw you waiting for her, especially after sansa had said all you do is wait for her when she’s away.

as you pulled away from her abdomen, her hands rose to hold you face. you nearly melted at that peaceful gaze in her eyes, the rosiness that painted her cheeks from your affections. your head moved forewords, pressing your lips to her forehead, between her eyes, the top of her nose, until you pressed your lips to hers, soft and sweet.

“all done,” another kiss, “nothing strenuous for a week,” another, “one. week. do you hear me brienne?”

she smiles, knowing she’s guilty of not listening and causing herself more pain, “whatever shall i do then for a whole week, sweet healer of mine?”

“i have a couple ideas,” you say as you lean into her, watching as she licks her lips in anticipation.

“really?” she says thickly. “and what are they?”

you move to speak directly into her ear, your lips just barely grazing the shell as you whisper, “rest and read a book.”

brienne grabs you and twists so that you’re underneath her, splayed across the mattress. your arms immediately fling to her neck, laughing loudly at the action. she presses a long, sound kiss to your lips, nudging your nose with hers as she pulls away.

“i love you,” you say, breathless from laughter and her lips. one hand moves to her hair, the other traces shapes along her bare back.

“i love you,” her face hides in your neck. she presses soft pecks along your neck where her lips can reach.

you continue your ministrations as you speak, “never leave me for that long again. two months without you was torture.”

brienne laughs lightly, “it felt the same for me, my love. but i had to remind myself, quite often, that it was my duty and that running off to you would only cost of more than we’d gain.”

“aye, my name’s brienne of tarth and i like honor more than a rather skilled tongue on m-” you’re stopped by a hand over your lips, brienne’s face never leaving your neck.

“didn’t you say i had to rest?” she says, face warming already.

“i didn’t say i had to,” you say as your arms wrap around her shoulder, a leg around her hips. “you could just,” you twist and switch your positions, now straddling her hips with her eyes staring up at you, “lay back.”

your lips crash to hers, but waste no time to start nipping at her neck and licking over her skin. when your mouth finds her breasts, you feel her hands grip at your back. a swirl of your tongue makes nails dig into your skin through your shirt, a suck of her skin makes a groan rise from her throat. your hands ignore the expanse of her stomach, not wanting to touch her still sensitive wounds.

your lips find sanctuary with hers as your free hand unties her pants. her teeth nip and pull at your lips, making you moan into her mouth. i love you’s said with every kiss, bite, touch. you hand moves into her pants, not bothering to remove them, needing to feel her. she’s so warm, so wet, for you. your fingers trace along her folds, gathering her arousal before bringing your hand to your mouth. your eyes roll back with a moan at the taste of her, and brienne swears she sees every god at the sight of you.

finding yourself back between her legs, your middle finger enters her slowly as you watch her face. another enters after a few pumps, making brienne moan deeply. her hands force your lips down to hers, to which go gladly accept. everything about her is perfect to you, and for something as perfect as her to be missing from you, it was painful. but not as painful as the hard knocking on your door was at this second.

“WE NEED A HEALER OUT HERE!” arya screamed through the door.

your hand slowly pulled away from brienne as you groaned loudly before telling back, “BREAK MY DOOR AND I’LL KICK YOUR ASS, GIRL!”

“FIVE MINUTES!” she replies before you hear her footsteps disappear.

“go,” brienne says through a laugh, “before she injures more people, especially you.”

you kiss her gently before rising, “i’m sorry. i’ll be quick as a fox, i promise.”

she catches your hand before bringing to her lips, “quick as a fox.”

—

wrapping a bandage around rickon’s arm, you speak to arya, “you could’ve gotten literally anyone else to do this.”

she shakes her head, “rickon doesn’t like anyone else.”

you look at rickon with a smile, “that true, little lord? i’m your favorite?”

his curly hair bounces as he nods, “yeah. especially because you’re married to a knight.”

you feel your cheek warm as you laugh at his comment, “we’re not married, sweet lord,” you tie the bandage so it stays secure, “i’m not sure the gods would allow us. but we love each other regardless, i assure you.”

you rise from your crouch in front of rickon before scanning around for others who may need you. seeing none, you shove the medicine kit into arya’s arms.

“if anyone needs help, use some common sense. i’m going back to my quarters and barring the door. bother us again before the sun rises tomorrow, and i’ll drop you down a well. good evening, m’lady, m’lord.”

—

sun shining through the window hits your eyes, waking you from a deep and peaceful slumber. knuckles dug into your eyes as you rubbed them harshly, desperate to get rid of the brightness. you blinked a few times before looking at your stomach, finally processing the weight on top of you.

a quietly sleeping brienne, head resting on your lower abdomen, one hand flailed off to the side as the other held your thigh. you smile at the view, you had missed waking up like this. with her.

after allowing yourself to admire her for a while, you brushed your fingers through her hair, scratching her scalp as a means to gently wake her. her only sign of waking is a loud exhale and a soft kiss to your skin.

“the sun is rising, we must join it, lovely,” you say with a yawn. brienne’s head rises, lowering for a moment to kiss lower than she had before, then climbing up and taking purchase in your neck.

your hands push her head back so you can look at her. sleepy blue eyes looking back, adoration swimming in pools of sodalite. she drops her head to kiss you, lips lazy and soft. when she shifts her thigh between yours, you pull back.

“brienne…” she kisses you softly, then let’s you speak again, “we should be getting ready.” this time you seal your sentence with a kiss to her lips.

“i know, but you’re comfortable. i quite missed my personal pillow,” she says with a smile, one that has your heart stuttering.

you laugh at her words, “and i missed my personal blanket, but we still must rise,” her huffed breath makes you laugh more, “usually the roles are reversed here. don’t you want to break your fast and enjoy your day? surely you don’t want to lay here all day.”

“i’d be fine laying here all day with you,” her words make your heart ache, “but you won’t let that happen, will you?”

her eyes and voice were swaying you, the little patterns her fingers traces were silently begging you to stay. you sigh and answer with, “if the lady sansa gives us leave for the day, i will gladly stay here with you until the sun rises on the morrow,” she smiles, “but you must eat, you haven’t since you returned.”

“yes, i have. you don’t recall?”

you burst with laughter, “not what i meant and you know it, absolute menace.”

you’re lost in your own mind staring at brienne as she catches up with friends around the room. a pea flies across the table and pelts against your cheek, you look up to see arya. she slides down to you, holding her cup to her face to hide her mouth as she spoke.

“did she even give you a break? you looked like she gave you purpose with her hands,” she jests.

“good morning to you too, lady arya. it is a lovely morning, i agree,” you say with sarcasm dripping in your voice.

“so she really did you in, i see. but seriously, you seem happier with her around. i’m happy for you,” she says before getting an orange seed to the face.

“you’re so weird,” you knocked her shoulder, “but you’re right, she makes me happy,” you smile as you watch brienne laughs loudly. her gaze lands on yours, eyes crinkling with her big smile.

i love you, your eyes scream to her.

i love you, hers yell back.

again sorry for being ia. i’ll work on being a bit more active :) as usual, feedback is appreciated love u big time <3

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dianneking · 2 months

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On The Seashore (Brienne x Reader)

Hi all! For my weekly fic challenge, @scream-queenlover suggested this prompt (#2584) @promptsforthestrugglingauthor :

"I'm tired of adventures. How about we just get married and stay home?" "I'm sorry…did you just fucking propose?”

You and Brienne have been adventuring together for years, and while you enjoy the friendship and camaraderie that the two of you share, you can't help but wish for more, maybe…but is it in the cards?

Tags: Brienne x Reader, AU - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Brienne is an adventurer, Aroace spectrum, Brienne is on the aroace spectrum, Friendly Banter, Dialogue-Heavy, Queerplatonic Vibes, Second Person POV, Reader is a woman.

I am not sure how it turned into a queerplatonic fic with a Brienne on the aro/ace spectrum but hey, happy belated aro/ace week. Link to AO3 in the title below:

On The Seashore

“I swear, if I have to shake sand from my boots one more time, I'll snap.” You grumbled, pulling once again your weathered traveling boots on your feet.

“Might I remind you that getting this close to the coastline was your idea, milady?”

“Brienne, it's been three years we're on the road together, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me by my name?”

You could see her lips slightly tilting upwards and you knew her dry wit was about to come out to play once more.

“One more time, milady.”

You snorted. “One more time, my ass. I haven't been a lady since we took to the road. Just a common adventurer, that's all.”

“There's absolutely nothing common about you, milady, and if anyone dares to even imply anything of the sort, I'd be ready to duel them.”

“Yeah we've learned that in Sandstone with that one guy who was a little bit too friendly…”

“He grabbed your arm!”

“I know but we were trying to keep a low profile and you beating him up didn't really…”

“He insulted your honor! And mine too!”

You sighed. “Yes I know. Let's try not to beat anyone up in this village though. I'd like to lay low for a while.”

“Well we still have half a day of walking in front of us before we get there, that is, if Your Grace doesn't keep stopping every ten minutes to shake sand off your precious feet.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting the whole beach in my boots.”

The two of you kept going towards the village, bickering as you had become accustomed to over the time spent together.

“This must be heaven!” You kicked your feet up, forgetting your previous adversity for the sand, your boots next to your wicker seat in the cool shade of the palm trees.

“You have pretty low standards for the afterlife, milady, if all you require is a seat in the shade.”

“Brienne! Was your mission successful?”

You looked up at her silhouette, the sun behind her transforming her short hair in a golden halo. She looked even more like a goddess than usual.

“I have drinks and I have work opportunities so yes, I'd say my mission was indeed successful. And no duels yet, so you can rest easily.”

She handed you a tankard, keeping the second one in her hand.

You lost no time chugging down the first half in a long sip.

“Ahhhhhh now that's something that was sorely missing in my heaven. A drink! I could kiss you right now, Brienne!”

She did not reply, taking a sip of her own tankard, but as she sat down in the wicker chair next to your own, you noticed her ears were slightly pinker. How had she managed to get sunburned in such a short time? Oh well, she was very fair-skinned so it probably took very little. That might be why she always had her hood or her helmet on most days. But the Dornian heat and the quiet reputation of this village had convinced even the uptight Brienne of Tarth to lighten her kit.

“So you were talking about work?”

She swallowed her drink and replied, her voice uncharacteristically flustered:

“Yes. Hmm, well, they're looking for night guards for their granary. They've had quite the bountiful harvest and they want to keep it safe until the village fair.”

“Are there actual threats to the granary?”

“Not really. Seems to be mostly a precaution.”

“So a cushy gig. How's the pay?”

“Not great, but they'd let us stay here at this cottage on the beach for free and add one golden coin each per week.”

“Sunshine, the seaside, free lodging and decent pay? Sign me up for life!”

“What about your beloved adventures? What about being a free spirit and roaming the world?”

"I'm tired of adventures. How about we just get married and stay here?"

The silence that followed alerted you that something was wrong. You turned to your companion.

“Brienne?”

She was looking at you as if you had sprouted a second head.

"I'm sorry...did you just fucking propose?”

Woah. Brienne of Tarth, swearing? That was almost unheard of from your very proper companion, and only in very serious situations.

Not that you’d mind. Marrying her, that is. Quite the contrary. The past three years had easily been the happiest of your life, and you knew it had to do with her. Her constant presence by your side, her dry humor, her unwavering support and loyalty…she had become a column you hadn’t even realized how much you were leaning against until you took a step back and allowed yourself to admire her. And she was beautiful. Gods, was she beautiful.

You set your tankard down beside your chair, and turned to her, lifting your chin, fixing your eyes in hers with equal parts trepidation and boldness.

“What if I did?”

“This is not a subject for jesting, milady!”

“Who said I was jesting? And for all the Gods, stop calling me milady like I am some sort of court princess.”

“But you cannot...We wouldn’t…We’re two women!”

“Believe me, I noticed.” You smirked up at her, letting your eyes roam her tall figure, allowing her to see the appreciation in your eyes. She spluttered, her face turning a bright red that had no correlation with her previous sun exposure. (Had her reddened ears from before also been…oh. Well. Who’d have known. You might even have a chance then.)

“Milady! I…That’s not appropriate! The law doesn’t-”

“Brienne. For once, this is not about the law, religion, traditions, nor customs.” You stood up, and placed your hands on the armrests of her seat, boxing her in. Tall as she was, her head was level with yours. You had never been so close to her. You could see beads of perspiration crowning her forehead, you could drown in the blueness of her eyes, wide open in shock, both at your boldness and at your closeness.

She hadn’t pushed you away though. That had to count for something.

“Brienne?”

“Y-yes?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, hesitant and softer than you’d ever heard before. This was not Brienne the warrior speaking. She was Brienne the woman.

The woman you’d fallen for.

“I am going to tell you something. You just say the word, and we won’t have to talk about this again. We’ll go back to our adventuring as it was before and nothing will have changed. But I don’t want you to think this is some sort of joke. I am serious.”

She nodded, and you could see her lower lip quivering slightly, and her eyes widening even more.

“There’s nobody else in the whole world I would like to spend the rest of my life with. Nobody else I would gladly take an arrow for, nobody else I want to guard my back as I guard theirs. If there’s anything that the past three years have taught me is that my days of lonely wandering are done, as long as I can have you by my side. Would…would you consider becoming more than just traveling companions?”

She bit her lip, and let her gaze drop to her knees, as if unable to look you in the eyes anymore.

Oh.

The silence stretched for what felt like ages. The usually pleasant sounds of waves crashing against the seashore and seagulls crying out to each other felt like a dissonant song to your ears, when all you wanted to hear was her voice.

But you guessed her silence was telling you all there was to know.

“Very well.” You tried to keep the disappointment out of your voice as you straightened up, hands detaching from the wicker armrests, setting your companion free once again. “I’ll just… go check the water’s temperature. Be back in a bit.”

You almost scoffed at yourself. Sure. Check the water temperature. Like you gave a damn about the ocean right now. It could all dry up for all you cared.

You resisted the urge to kick at the sand in anger and frustration though. Mainly because you knew Brienne could be watching you, and you wanted to keep what little decorum you could. How could you be so stupid? To think that she might return your feelings, that you might have a chance with her. Ha. Clearly the blazing sun of Dorne had burnt off your common sense.

You let the cool seawater lap at your bare feet, forcing yourself to look at the horizon and take a deep breath of salty breeze.

It was okay. You’d gone through heartbreak before. You’d move on.

Another deep intake of breath.

You would not allow those tears that you felt prickling at your eyelids to fall. You were a grown woman. An adventurer. Not a silly girl with a crush.

A third breath. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sounds of seagulls, trying to shove all the feelings back in the little blackened and beaten container you called heart.

“Nobody has ever told me that.”

“HOLY SH- Brienne, you almost gave me a heart attack!” You twirled towards her, a hand on your chest as you tried to get your breathing back in control. How a woman of her size had managed to sneak behind you without you noticing was a testament both to her athleticism and to how out of it you were.

She pinned you with her gaze, hard and unflinching. The soft, blushing Brienne was gone. This was Brienne the warrior, once again. You realized you had fallen for her, too.

“Nobody has ever…wanted me.” She said that as if it was part question, part accusation. You didn’t know what to make of it. You shrugged.

“Well, apparently they’re all dumb as rocks and with no functioning eyes.”

She snorted. An inelegant sound that you found as endearing as the rest of her.

“Seriously, Brienne. You probably have a lot of people that admire you from afar. I’m just the one with the least amount of self-preservation instincts of them all.”

“You seem to have been doing pretty well so far.”

“Well, if you don’t smite me for daring to punch above my weight, I should live to see another day!” You smiled up at her, cheekily, trying to lighten up the mood. You weren’t going to give up on the friendship and camaraderie you two had built together just because your advances had been turned down. A fool, you might be, but not an utter imbecile.

You could see her lips pull up at the corners in a tiny but unmistakable smile at your antics.

“There it is! The smile of mercy! I shall live somewhat longer! Yay!”

She shook her head and gave you a small shove, almost throwing you completely off-balance.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I’ll take impossible as a title over milady anytime, so yep, that’s who I am! Also, please don’t throw me into the ocean, I can’t swim.”

“You can’t?”

“Nope! I’m a land rat, not a sea rat. Can you?”

“Of course! Everyone on Tarth learns how to.”

“Well, you’ll have to teach me at some point, but throwing me in is not how I’d like to go about it, thank you very much.”

Her hand landed on your shoulder, gripping it strongly, and you looked up to see that the smile had gone, and her expression was now closed off, and serious.

“I…wouldn’t be opposed to it.” She ground out, as if it was physically difficult for her to even say it.

“To teaching me how to swim?”

“No, to a… relationship. I…I like to spend time with you.” She looked like she was telling the truth but also like she was extremely uncomfortable doing so. You felt your heart break again, this time for her.

“As do I, but we can still have that. This is not an ultimatum, Brienne, I would never put you in that position.” Just the thought she would be willing to start a relationship she clearly wasn’t keen on not to lose your company was…both horrifying and heartwarming, to be honest.

“It’s not that. I…I am not good with…romance. It doesn’t come as easy to me as it seems to be for other people. I don’t know how to go about it.”

You put your own hand on top of hers, on your shoulder, trying to find the right words.

“Hey. There is no right or wrong way. And there is no hurry. We can give it a try and see where it goes. If not, we’ll just be good friends that adventure together, alright?”

She seemed to ponder this, her eyes on your hand covering her own. You gave her the time to do so.

“I would like that.”

You smiled tenderly up at her. This was so hard for her, always used to be the paradigm of perfection, of valor, of morals. The fact that she was able to challenge herself enough to go out on a limb with a relationship for you, of all people, made your heart skip a beat in your chest.

“We will take things as slowly as you’d like, and you feel free to tell me at any time if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

You could see the tension leave her eyes, and her face opened up in a hopeful smile.

“You’d do that…for me?”

“But of course! We have all the time in the world, milady!” You smirked, throwing the title back at her and seeing her resigned grimace at the nickname.

“No more miladys, alright?”

“That’s what I’ve been saying for years! Now. That drink is getting warm and that’s not something we can allow. Shall we?”

You gallantly offered her your hand to hold in a very bad imitation of a nobleman asking a woman at court to dance. She shook her head, but accepted your hand, and you both turned your back to the sun, looking at your conjoined shadows on the sand in front of you with a look of incredulous joy on both of your faces.

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marilynthornhilllover · 23 days

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Don't be shy, little one ( Gwendoline christie )

Synopsis: you and gwendoline christie fall in love but all good things must come to an end...

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Manners ( gwen in fabric )

Synopsis: your French teacher invites you and your entire class over to her apartment for dinner and to learn some hard words in French for an up coming oral exam, they way she looks at you is sinful, but the way she's touching you under the table infront of everyone is even more sinful.....

Chapter one

Chapter two

I see the way you look at me ( Alcina Dimitrescu )

Synopsis: your mother is sick and your desperate for some loan money, but at what price will you pay to receive it.... because lady dimitrescu has already made her sacrifices....

Chapter one

I will carry you ( farah dowling ) - coming soon

Synopsis: you and farah have been friends for a very long time.... she was your soulmate, well in the platonic world, though you didn't hide your feelings from her. The world was turn upside down and for 25 years the love of your life was locked away, and when you finally do get her back she slips through your fingers and fades away......

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riocat01 · 1 year

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Brienne and Jaime are wed in Winterfell’s Godswood. Queen Sansa presents them with a heartfelt gift to celebrate their marriage. They share a wedding night of passion.

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suckittwincesters · 1 year

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Braime Authors,

Remember if some vile Twincesters attack your fics with nasty comments, the best reply is…

“Yet, I notice you’re still reading! Hmmmmm!”

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rippersz · 3 months

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𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚

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(Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Reader) (NSFW: Cunnilingus, Overstimulation; Fluff) (~1.3K words)

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Brienne held the kindest soul. Always hidden behind a tough exterior, yes, but kind nevertheless. She was so eager to be of service and fight for her honor, for her morals, for her people. Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, the best of her ranks. The best of her warriors. Perhaps not as strong as some of the men, but definitely more intelligent. Definitely more lithe. Quick, even in her armor. Brutal, even in her training.

You enjoyed watching from the walls of the castle, looking down at the training grounds with amused eyes as she barked orders and corrected stances and cut down a few arrogant souls with one swift slash of her sword. It wasn’t very funny to her, but sometimes, in the dark of night beneath your blankets, you were able to pull a laugh or two from her tired body. Gossiping about how stupid and oaf-ish some of the men could be, and mimicking their silly deep voices so outrageously that she was forced to wack at your shoulder and roll her eyes in eternal exasperation. You delighted in those moments, especially when you could lean over and push a smooshed sloppy kiss onto her cheek - giggling when she shoved you away and pretended to get sick into her palm. Also a tactic to hide the blush on her face, but you never confronted her about it.

Though it was no surprise, of course, for a woman like Brienne to take her passion for combat into other areas of her life. Her vigor when mounting and riding her horse, the quick sharp movements of her hand and her penmanship, and the way she pulled on her armor without needing help. All done with a certain level of dedication and precision. All done without complaint. You admired those qualities about her, and you told her so often.

You told her so often… when you weren’t being fucked dumb on top of her face. Held by her strong hands. With a dedicated, precision-focused Brienne looking up at you through hooded lashes.

She was flushed and sweating, with the soft baby hairs at her temples slicking back into the rest of her golden locks. Splayed out like a halo on the front of the feathered pillow. She was an absolute vision there, your warrior. Eyes so dark and sharp, watching the way your breasts bounced and your lips parted - swollen from the biting kisses she placed there not too long ago. Something had happened earlier in the day that led to her desperation. The very moment the door to your quarters was closed and locked, those calloused hands were running to your hips and bringing you in. Closer and closer and closer to her, until she nearly ripped the shirt from her head and the dress from your body.

“I’ve missed you,” she huffed into your ear before pressing hot kisses down the line of your neck, trailing her tongue in a delightful little dance across your skin. You were so sensitive for her, and so familiar with being in control, that the loss of it had you losing your courage.

“You saw me- oh gods- e-earlier,” was your whispered response, though it was shoved out of your mouth by the hand that wound itself into your hair and tugged backward.

“I don’t care,” Brienne seethed. “I always miss you.” And the softness that came with such words was only reserved for you. In front of others, she wouldn’t dare, but there were no others there. It was only you, grasping her shoulders, and her, leaning down and walking you toward the bed.

The bed, where she had you falling apart.

The bed, which you could barely see because dear fucking gods her tongue was ruining your senses. It was an eager thing. Absolutely hungry. Running over your clit in perfect circles, flicking and teasing and pulling soft whimpers from your chest. Stroking the flames of your desire, building them up and up and up until they swallowed you whole. From the prickles of heat at the base of your skull all the way to your curling toes and shaking thighs. You were so sensitive, pushing yourself against the wall to stop yourself from losing balance, utterly embarrassed to feel the drool leak out of your mouth as the overwhelming tide of bliss came over you again. And again. And again. Washing away your thoughts, your earthly desires, and leaving a raw woman behind. Shuddering above the wicked mouth of your lover, with her sharp jaw burning in exertion and her sweet brow furrowed, too concentrated to care about her tired muscles. Long fingers kept you pinned, digging into the crease of your thigh and tummy, and her arms flexed with the strength it took to keep you still and open for her. At her dear excruciating mercy. Quivering on top of that handsome face and feeling your muscles clench eagerly when she filled you up with her tongue and moaned. Forcing the warm flutters from your body while she closed those gorgeous blue eyes and lapped at your mess.

“B-Brienne- please!” Your words were slurred and sloppy, mumbled helplessly against the wall. Every part of your body crumbled from the exquisite burn. “Please- ungh- can’t-”

But Brienne didn’t care if you could or couldn’t. The only response you got was a throaty groan and a small quirk of pale, wet lips. Her silent pleasure at your beautiful praise. Her gentle purrs at your eager whines. She was more than willing to drown in you - if only it meant you were satisfied and happy and so tired by the end of it that she wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed about you being the ‘big spoon’. That is, of course, if your arms ever became strong enough to hold her again. It was far too easy to lose yourself in the pleasure she gave, desperate and starved, and when your hands ran to tangle themselves in her soft hair, she seemed to know that just for a moment- you had had enough.

“Dear gods Brienne!” You huffed as soon as her arms pulled you down toward her chest and she had enough leverage to flip you around and put herself on top. “That- I-” a soft whine bubbled up from your throat, swiftly cutting off your words when she leaned down and pressed soft pecks to your cheeks and neck. They were easy and light, so quick and delicate on your skin that they could’ve been raindrops. Your eyes slid closed with bliss. Whatever you were going to say was lost to the feeling of her chest pressing into your own and the sweet subtle hum between your legs.

“Are you alright?” Brienne murmured, shoving her mouth against the space above your heart to grant it the sweetest of kisses.

All you could give her, your darling warrior, was a pleased grunt. You were more than alright. You were loved. Cared for. You were pleasured within an inch of your life and intelligent conversation was far above you then. Perhaps after a warm night together, you’d be able to return the favor in the morning. Though Brienne was never the type of woman to care so much about reciprocation, and the soft amused snort she responded with was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

“Can I- tomorrow- hng.” You stuttered, waving your hand like a white flag in the air. Too tired to bother stringing together a proper sentence.

Brienne’s smile was small and full of pride when she sat up.

“Rest now, love,” she leaned in and swiped her thumb along your cheek, silently admiring you in all of your sensitive glory. “And we’ll see about tomorrow.”

Well. You heard the woman. And there was no need for her to tell you twice.

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Short but sweet. - Rip x

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llonelygoddess · 7 months

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How they react to...Finding out you're pregnant

Romantic Pairings: Ned Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Theon Greyjoy, Jaime Lannister, Khal Drogo, Jorah Mormont, Brienne of Tarth, Missandei, Podrick, Gendry

Ned Stark: This man is over the moon when you tell him you’re expecting. He’s raised 5 already but for you he’d raise another 5 if possible lol He’s always got his hands on your belly and asking if you need anything. His favorite thing to do is talking to the baby later at night when you’re asleep, whispering how much it’ll be loved and cared for by the both of you.

Margaery Tyrell: Thrilled. You two definitely planned this pregnancy so she’s thrilled to hear you’ve finally conceived. She’s keeping Maesters around the clock just for you and making sure you have regular check ups. You both love looking at all the fabrics and books and toys you’ll be gifting your baby. She wants this child to have everything she had and more, so beware your child may be spoiled rotten lol

Pre Reek!Theon Greyjoy: Theon doesn’t even know what to say. He’s nervous about what that would mean for you and the child title wise. Would the babe be labeled a bastard? Would you be treated as a whore? The questions will drive him crazy if you don’t bring him back down to earth. As much as he’s there for you, you have to be there for him during this time.

Jaime Lannister: In the beginning he’s more worried than anything. Knowing how crazy Cersei is he has to hide you away, promising to be with you soon. Once he finds a way to sneak away to you for good, he’s all hands on deck. He’d learn to cook a bit, take up the cleaning, even learn to stitch a little to give the baby an embroidered blanket. It’s not what you expected but considering his other kids barely know him it makes sense how serious he is about this one. He wants to get it right this time.

Khal Drogo: He sees you as his goddess, mesmerized with the way you carry his child. He kisses your belly and announces it to the whole Khalasar. During your pregnancy he doesn’t baby you, finding beauty in your strength, but he is wary of you being around the other men. They’re rough and callous and you are soft and breakable, something that keeps him up at night. Whenever he goes out riding he always comes back with a gift that he presents to you in front of everyone.

Jorah Mormont: He never thought he’d be lucky enough to have children, especially with someone as special as you. He’s definitely crying when he hears the news. He can’t help it, a family of his own is all he’s ever wanted. Even knowing how strong you are, he’ll ask you to stay home and to let him do any and all work that needs to be done. He’s heard horror stories of pregnancies going wrong and he refuses to let anything happen to you.

Brienne of Tarth: Finding out you're pregnant would be the scariest moment of her life. Which isn't to say she doesn't want kids, but the world you live in wasn't ready for a relationship like yours. Two non-men finding love within each other wasn't accepted, let alone them raising a child together. Eventually, through many talks with you and Podrick, she calms down enough to enjoy this special moment in time with you.

Missandei: When Missandei first finds out, she's immediately in preparation mode. With the life she's lived she knows how cruel and evil life can be, so she takes it upon herself to make everything as perfect for you and the babe as possible. She’s asking Danaerys for healers and compiling blankets and toys from nearby towns. You’ll want for nothing with her by your side. When she’s not in crisis mode she’s sitting with you in bed fantasizing about the languages and history she’ll teach the baby.

Podrick: He gets so overwhelmed when you tell him he faints. Poor bb. When he wakes he asks if it was a dream and when you tell him no he kisses you. He’s another one that never really thought about having a family but he’s more than ready and capable of doing it. He’s always gushing about you and the baby to Brienne or really anyone who’ll listen. Loves to put his ear to your belly and just listen.

Gendry: He never planned to have kids so young, but when you told him about the baby he realized this was his moment to step up and be better. Being a Lord now he’s able to take care of you in ways he never thought he could. Giving you a handmaid and guards is just the beginning of how he wants to support you. He worries all nine months about whether he'll be good enough for your babe, so please rub his back and tell him he'll be the best dad ever. And he will.

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littledollll · 10 months

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Hii, so I am going through some shit and I just really, really want Brienne comforting me, so can I request Brienne and squire reader who sh, and has scars all over their body, and one day after a long journey they go to a bath house and she sees the scars and takes a while for her to realize what they're from? I totally understand if that makes you uncomfortable, but I am really struggling with mine lately so..yeah

Distracted by beauty

Brienne of Tarth x reader

A/n: hi darling, I hope you feel much better soon. I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve mentioned before my little issues with writing but I really wanted to get to this better late than never.

Warnings: mention sh scars, insecurities, slight non-sexual nudity, wandering eyes.

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“Just a quick bath, alright? We head out again early in the morning so the sooner you get to sleep, the better.” Brienne’s voice cut off your conversation as you reached the bathhouse with the quick demand. You’ve been on the road for days, and finally it was the last night you had to spend out of your home. You noticed early on that Brienne wasn’t one to converse much, but after a while you broke through her walls and got her to engage.

With only a nod to her statement you placed your things on one of the benches, on the farther side of the bathhouse. Brienne thought nothing of it, wanting a little privacy is expected but once she caught sight of you beginning to undress her mind went blank.

She didn’t mean to stare. Her cheeks flushed red and her heart beat at about a thousand miles per second. It took her at least a full minute for her to actually register she was staring. She saw every detail of your delicate skin, many curious scars scattered through different places, some places more scarred than others. but she said nothing of it.

She snapped her eyes away to focus on undressing herself for now, hoping you didn’t notice her staring and were uncomfortable. She could faintly hear the sound of you getting into the water.

It was obvious you were looking at her too. She could feel you staring, which only alerted her more that you probably noticed her.

The image of you replayed in her mind, you were breathtakingly beautiful, and the more she thought about it it slowly registered in her mind just what those scars might be, and again, she said nothing of it.

It was uncomfortably quiet between you two. And she felt the need to somehow excuse or explain her staring. Not wanting you to think the wrong thing, that she was judging or was staring out of distaste, she knew that feeling very well.

“I’m sorry.. for staring, I mean. You’re beautiful, and I found myself staring before I even noticed.” Her voice was quiet, her cheeks still lightly flushed. She was quick to get into the water as well, unsure if she should look at you or not right now.

“You don’t have to say that, Brienne.” You said with a sigh, carrying that same air of quietness that she had.

“I don’t, but I mean it. I- think you’re beautiful. I did not mean to stare or make you uncomfortable.” It was a statement she knew to be true. But you’d be one to disagree regardless of what the knight said.

“Right, so you staring has nothing to do with-“ she didn’t even let you finish. She shook her head as she interrupted you. “Absolutely nothing.” She sounded so sincere. And she continued, trying to prove her point further. “I refuse to let you believe that’s the only thing about you that stands out or you’re any less worthy or beautiful because of it, because what took my breath away was you.”

You felt like you could cry at that point, and you really didn’t stop to think further about the fact she had just openly admitted to being attracted to you in such a way. “You don’t know how much I needed to hear that… Thank you, Brienne.”

She gave you a sincere smile, one you thought was beautiful, and a nod. “I have many scars of my own. They might be from different types of battles, but battles regardless. They don’t take away your beauty, they don’t stop me for admiring everything that you are. And you’re as much as a fighter as I am. Never forget that.”

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thewench-and-thekingslayer · 6 months

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Congratulations Jaime and Brienne fandom for hitting this incredible milestone! 🎉

Jaime and Brienne have been the #1 Game of Thrones and A Song of Ice and Fire relationship at Archive of our Own for years and now it is the first ship in this fandom to break 10,000!

The love for JB still grows! Happy day! We appreciate and thank all the lovely JB fanfic writers of the past and present!

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fadingdaggerr · 1 year

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close to home

part one | part two | part three | part four

pairing: brienne of tarth x gn!reader

summary: continuation of a piece of home now set in mid-late season 4 when brienne is searching for arya and sansa, about a year and a half since the first chapter.

warnings: got s3-4 spoilers, canon typical violence but mostly in conversation, descriptions of injuries and death (brief), the classic lesbian ‘dancing around each other’

note: i told ya it would be slowburn :) sorry for the slow updates, college sucks and i am so behind because i keep getting overwhelmed and procrastinating

the news the king joffrey’s demise spread across the kingdoms with fury. little birds of your own running to send you word, quick hands tying notes to the bird. when a raven reached the camp, larkin was bobbing and weaving through the crowd. the red seal meant trouble, the kind that would likely cause the vein in your forehead to bulge and you to probably break something.

running into the tent, he comes to a screeching halt, a meeting progressive in front of him. your eyes look at him, he waves the notes, red seal on display. you wave him over frantically, meeting pausing just as fast as larkin entered.

commander-

the king is dead. poisoned. not sure who yet, but lord tyrion blamed. lady sansa missing. more to follow. suggest a move north.

- eoin

you read the note aloud, silence followed, everyone stunned. the glass to your right was thrown against the ground. this meant war was coming. winter was already drawing closer, but bloodshed was soon to come. the lannisters would never let this go.

eoin knew well of what move you’d make, you began the move north. it was slow, a complicated path to ward off unwanted followers. the weeks grew long, the desperation you felt for another raven was palpable. the further north we traveled, the harder it was word easily and discreetly.

orion brings a scroll, red wax, cloud pressed in.

commander-

your lady knight is leaving king’s landing within the week, looking for ladies sansa and arya. lannister man gave her a sword. moving north with a squire.

- rahim

the second you read the words ‘lady knight’ in fast., messy handwriting, your hands gripped the parchment a little tighter. a squire? had she been knighted, had they rightfully acknowledged her at last? you opt to ignore the use of ‘your’ in front of her nickname. instead you write a response, adding updated travel routes that will be followed, as well as advising the use of coded messages from now on. the scroll was passed to orion with directions of a new bird to land towards the east side of the city.

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leaving the tavern with podrick and the wolf-shaped bread from hotpie left brienne with some semblance of hope. she could not save lady catelyn, but she could fulfill her promise and protect her daughters. if she ever found the bloody devils.

“where to now, my lady?” podrick asked, despite knowing the answer.

“north. if sansa fled, she’ll go somewhere familiar, to someone she trusts,” brienne was certain, and podrick nodded. he had only been under her service for a short time, but he had already gained large amounts of respect for her.

so north they went, and went, and went. brienne had been slowly teaching podrick to sword fight. he was nowhere near being able to defend himself, but the spirit was there. when the practice was over, they’d eat in silence. brienne wiped off her small knife, tucking it next to the horn that stayed in her storage. she hadn’t unraveled the sheathed dagger that was carefully knotted around the horn, afraid of acknowledging it, but keeping it near.

two months into her travels, she is awoken while stars still paint the sky. she rubs her eyes, growing slightly, she almost falls back asleep, assuming the noise was podrick or imaginary. but there it is again.

she sits up, hand automatically falling on her weapon. a blaring, deep in the woods. it’s far away, so the sound just barely reaching her ears. one more faint sound, then silence. and it remains. she lays back down, shaking her head to toss away the distractions. ‘probably some locals,’ she muses to herself, before falling asleep once again.

another month passes, and brienne swears she is being watched. she’s positive it isn’t her squire, he minds his business, and his stares don’t feel this imposing. a rustle in the trees above her caught her attention, but she saw nothing, she assumed it was animals of the forest. she looks around, but there’s still nothing. no one. she’s going crazy, is all she can think. ‘all this stark ladies business has driven me mad!’

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a younger man in your company, dorin, comes rushing through the crowd, he’s walking, although very fast. he gracefully dodges each person, bumping into no one, uttering no words as he slithers between them.

he silently approaches you as you’re sitting on your desk. he likes to give people a scare when he can, but you notice him, turning and catching him off guard.

“what can i do you for, dorin?” you say without looking at him, smirking to yourself as you look a potential supply routes.

he clears his throat, “i spotted a tall woman, blonde. accompanied by a man, quite a bit shorter than the woman, with brown hair. a horse for each. and quite the fancy sword on her hip, but i could only see the hilt. not well given my altitude, still it looked beautifully crafted.” dorin’s reports always had perfect detail, he had climbing expertise, and he didn’t ask question as to why you had him survey the woods. he was perfect for the job.

“thank you dorin, that’ll be all. send ragnall to me on your way out,” you say diplomatically, hiding the giddiness that filled your chest.

“you called?” ragnall stood in the entrance.

you swing so your legs dangle off the desktop, “yes. gather two others and please nicely escort the travelers one hour east to of our camp. nicely. got it?” you raise and eyebrow.

“yes, commander,” he grumbles, hoping for something more exciting, but heads to follow orders. you jump off the desk, and move just outside the tent.

“boy!” you call out, hands cupped around your mouth. less than twenty seconds, and larkin was headed to you, stopping just before you. “ready two cots and make way for two horses, we got visitors in two,” and he’s off. and you’re patiently waiting in your tent, hands twisting and pulling at each other in your lap.

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brienne was washing up when she heard podrick yell for her, she is quick to come to his aid. sword drawn, she stands protectively in front of podrick.

“what is your business here?” she asks, eyes stern and angry.

“lady brienne, we’re here to escort you to camp,” ragnall speaks first, hoping she’ll recognize him best. her sword immediately slides back into her scabbard.

the entire walk back to the camp her hands were sweating. she explained to pod meeting you with jaime, and how she found out about the skyforth. he listens carefully, and she’s careful not to talk to much about you. she does mention you’re from tarth, and that it was nice to know someone from there, easily explaining away any overflowing joy.

she saw the tents growing closer, the guards closest the opening moving to make way for everyone and the horses. her eyes darted around for the largest tent, with the large table and the desk you sat on instead of at. their horses were taking over to the others with a quick promise of their belongings being brought to their own tent. podrick looked to her for confirmation, she assured him it was okay, she trusted these men and their commander.

ragnall led her to the tent she had she looking for, her eyes unblinking as they approached. they stopped as ragnall lowered his head to enter the tent to announce their presence. she heard your voice say something, but couldn’t make it out. still, she bit back a smile, podrick did not notice.

ragnall’s arms opened the curtain. she took a breath and steadied her mind quickly, ducking into the tent, podrick behind her.

you. all black attire as she had assumed was your typical choice, your cour cloak was draped across a chair. you looked less imposing without it, but she knew that was not the case. you’re deadly, just like her, fierce like her, angry like her. but she knew you were soft underneath, she had seen it with larkin and a little with herself.

brienne. clad in castle armor, only lacking lannister lions on the pauldrons. a lion’s head pommel on her sword mad your fingers twitch, questions filled your head. all of them became fuzzy when your eyes moved to her face. her hair was lighter from the sun exposure of travel, freckles blooming on her cheeks. you took in a deep breath.

“brienne of tarth,” you step forward, arm extended to shake. she does so quickly, smiling gently.

“commander. let me introduce you to my traveling comp-” she hears him clear his throat behind her, “my squire, podrick.”

he sticks his arm out to you with a smile, but you speak before him, “podrick payne.” you shake is arm, chuckling at his shock of you knowing his name. you knew of him, your little birds had told you all about pod. and by just looking at him, you liked him already, he’s much better than not-so-pompous and thinks-he’s-pretty.

“it’s nice you have you back, lady brienne. and with a squire no less. have your talents finally been appreciated by the crown?” you ask with genuinely.

she lets out a dry laugh, “no, they haven’t. the armor and sword were a gift, to help me keep my promise to the late lady catelyn.”

“i was heartbroken to hear of her death. we only met once, but she was a kind and fierce woman. i pray to the gods for her and her children,” you look at the floor as you speak, then to brienne, “does your new sword have a name?”

she smiles, excited to speak of her new weapon, “oathkeeper.”

“a good title for both you and your sword,” she’s too stunned to respond, “hungry?” podrick nods happily.

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podrick asks you loads of questions, most of which with a full mouth, you happily answer. after a minute, your eyes widen, dropping your fork as you scramble from the table. brienne’s thoughts catch up with yours. larkin. she hears your usual call for him.

before you’re even back at the table the boy is running in, faster than lightning. he had a huge, goofy smile on his face. brienne was shocked to see the boy a whole head taller since she had last seen him, no longer such a little boy.

“lady brienne!” he yells excitedly, almost running to hug her but sticks with sticking his arm out quickly. she returns it her equal passion.

“how are you larkin? how’s your training going?” she asks with real, genuine curiosity. you watched with a soft smile as he spoke with excitement, talking about everything and anything. brienne listened intently, nodding and asking questions. podrick noticed your smile, but only got half the reason.

“he your son?” he asks, no food in his mouth this go around.

you’re about to speak when you’re cut off by larkin, “pretty much.” your heart almost explodes in that moment, you won’t cry, you can’t, not until you’re alone. your nose twitches, and you grab your cup and large drink. brienne takes note of your rapid blinking that pushed back a wave of tears.

“um, larkin. you didn’t introduce yourself to podrick here, he used to squire for lord tyrion,” you change the subject to save your ego. podrick looks to brienne, who looks at you. how did you know that? she hadn’t told you that.

“wait, for the i-” now is your turn to cut off larkin.

“aye! don’t call him that boy, he doesn’t like it,” you look to brienne, “i know everything. little birds, you know this,” you read hers and pod’s faces easily. larkin had a million questions and so many things to say, and podrick was matching his enthusiasm.

“go show podrick the practice yard, he’s learning to sword fight as well,” you say, “you can talk all you want down there, give him a tour.” they leave immediately, even twice his age, pod had a childlike air about him.

there was tension in the silence, brienne wanted to break it, “how have you been?”

i swallowed and took a deep breath, “we’ve been traveling north, trying to stay as far away from the mess in king’s landing as possible. larkin told you about training, it’s just been moving i guess.”

“not what i asked. how have you been?” she leans towards you.

you can hardly look at her, “would it be bad to say ‘i have no fucking idea’?” you rotate the glass in your hand.

“no, i understand. i have been in the same position as of late,” she honest in her words. she’s felt a hole in the center of her chest all her life, one that felt like it was slowly filling in your presence.

“it’s good to see you again, brienne of tarth,” your eyes look into hers. she looks back.

“it’s good you see as well, no name of tarth,” she jests. “i believe i was promised your name upon our next meeting.”

“and i recall saying ‘maybe next time,’ did i not?” you get up from the table. she follows.

you walk down to her tent, giving her space to remove her armor, she knew it wasn’t necessary here. she kept her sword close, grounded by the security and weight of it against her hip. she emerges in her dark linen pants and blue tunic, and you’re sure her eyes couldn’t get any more blue. you kept your staring to a minimum, turning to continue the stroll. brienne stayed behind you for a moment, watching you now. your hair longer, not bothering to cut it while you traveled, the new scar on the back of your neck, disappearing underneath the collar of your shirt.

when she reached your side again, she took a second to take in your profile. the bags under your eyes visible, eyes straight ahead, jaw set. the world had been cruel since you last met, she could see that much. wooden swords clashing together broke her attention, seeing podrick and larkin practicing together. you and brienne both chuckled at larkin’s noticeable higher skill.

you kept walking, letting ‘the boys have their fun.’ you sat at the fire pit, brienne sits on the same log as you this time. you. it’s sit in comfortable silence now. she feels your staring, eyes fixed on left ear. your eyes traced the shell, where there was a light scar from your first encounter. she turned to face you, you look away, facing the fire once again.

“i like it, you know. the scar. it’s a nice reminder,” she says.

you laugh, “you like that i threw a dagger at you?”

“not at all. i like that i won’t forget meeting you.”

you liked this as well, a permanent reminder of you with her. you only wish you had more that memories to remember her. you relied on memories of the flames lighting up her face, orange fire making her turn golden. you thought about her often when you couldn’t sleep, which seemed to be most nights as of late.

“you seemed to have accidentally left something in my stores,” she jokes.

“i was wondering when you’d mention that,” you sound nervous, and you continue quietly, “i was hoping you may hear the horns one and respond.”

it all made sense. she had heard you a month ago, calling, sending word to others, it was a call to bring others to you. to bring them home. she didn’t mention it, not wanting you to know she had failed you.

“i found my way regardless. how did you find me?”

“dorin. he’s quite the climber,” you watched her face twist, then fall. she had felt herself being watched the last time she was here, she never thought you’d have spies in the trees. you messengers in the capital being so well hidden made more sense.

“i’d gotten word of a certain lady knight leaving king’s landing, with a squire, no less. we were already headed north, as were you. i hoped our paths would cross, and maybe i willed it myself,” your voice is happy, but you still don’t look at her. she didn’t want to admit that your words had her heart racing, that you made her weak.

“i’m glad you did,” and you both just enjoy each other’s company.

supper comes, and podrick and larkin return, sweaty and covered in dirt. larkin stands next to the table as podrick moves fo sit down.

“were you raised by pigs?” you question. “go wash that shit off you before either of you sits down in one of my chairs,” larkin is quick to run at the aspect of sitting with everyone. brienne tilts her head towards podrick, he turns and follows the other boy.

“and they say women are the ones that who need orders to follow,” brienne says, and you laugh heartily. she bathes in the sound, a sound she caused. she wanted to hear your laugh again and again, and even more after that.

you look at her from across the table, face unreadable, “will you leave tomorrow?”

if her heart wasn’t already racing, oh gods would it be running for it’s life. she suppresses a shakiness that is migrating from her hands to her voice, “i think pod and i are quite weary from our travels, we may stay an extra night. just so we’re well-rested, of course.”

“of course,” you smile.

—

in the morning hours, brienne is greeted with a sight that almost tears her lungs from her chest. you were dressed down, no longer in your uniform. instead, black pants and grey tunic rested upon you, tunic untied at the top. your hair was wet, dampening the collar of your shirt. a dagger was still tethered to your thigh, you were never without one it seemed, an extension of you. you looked calm, peaceful even. no one else was awake, you had no responsibilities right now.

she approaches you, hoping you wouldn’t catch her admiring you. your content face grows a smile, crinkles around your eyes deepening. brienne was beautiful. no one could convince you otherwise, if they disagreed they must be blind, or dense, or both. she’s wearing a darker blue tunic, making her eyes look brighter. the sapphire in her irises encrusting your heart.

“good morning, commander,” she says slyly.

“good morning, lady brienne. sleep well?” you meet her halfway, only about a foot of space between you both. you smelled like honey and pine.

“best sleep i’ve had in months, truly. this is the first bed that hasn’t been made of leave or reeked of piss,” she says dryly, humor evident in her eyes.

“i’m glad. last you were here, you couldn’t sleep. i guess it’s because you’re no longer around strangers.”

“definitely not. except for you, i still haven’t got your name,” she wants to know, no, needs to know. she wants to say your name, to think of you more than just ‘the commander.’

you wanted to hear her say your name, but years of hiding had made your skin thick and your distrust in people thicker. you trusted her, but not the rest. “soon,” is all you say. she takes this answer, knowing she wouldn’t get another for a while.

you move away from her, eyes still on her face. she followed as you began walking, all the way to the tree line. you looked at her, silently asking if she wanted to come with you. she nodded, she thinks she’d follow you anywhere.

walking in the woods with you was peaceful. the crunching of sticks beneath you, the wet leaves dampening the sound of your footsteps. everything is quite, light, pretty. brienne feels like she left her stresses behind her at the tree line, all her doubts were in the tall grass. she stands behind as watches as you move slowly, crouching behind a tree, your movements carry no noise. she tries to move closer, but you look at her sharply, and she stays still. she watches you move quickly, hand going to your ankle, dagger out and thrown quickly. a large bird falls from branch across the stream.

you spring up from your spot, quickly and expertly crossing over the stream on slippery stones to retrieve the bird. you come back the way you left, holding up your prize to brienne, a satisfied smile on your face.

“breakfast for two, m’lady?” you ask with a bow, then begin walking. she laughs at your words, following you back to camp.

“how could i say no to that?”

getting back to camp meant getting back when everyone had risen. podrick was with larkin again, both shooting arrows into hay bale targets, both missing miserably. the bird was grabbed by a man who strolled by, yelling ‘gimme an hour’ over his shoulder. the camp was lively, brienne smiled to herself. it felt like home.

—

nightfall reached the camp, different groups stay around the different fires. the chatting, laughter, and music carried brienne around as she searched for you. after breakfast you had disappeared to discuss future plans with the leading men of skyforth, leaving brienne to fill the time without you. she wished she could have gotten more time to see the green of the forest paint your face. she almost wished you had been unsuccessful in your hunt, selfishly wishing she could have wandered beside you for just a moment longer. what has gotten into me?

she sits at fire, losing herself in the flames. she watches the dancing of light a little longer, feeling someone’s presence. she doesn’t have to look to know it’s you, but she does anyways, just to see you. you look at her just as intently, sitting to her left.

she meets your eyes, one concealed in darkness, the other shining in the fire’s light. she looks back to the flames. your eyes stay on her, she feels them searching her, the attention crawling on her like a gentle ladybug. her feels ears warm as she feels your eyes stay there, she blames it on the fire. that is until she sees a hand slowly rising to the shell of her ear. your fingers graze over her scar with a feather-light touch, the scar you put there. you were so gentle, brienne almost thought she was imagining it. she turned and look at your face, lips turned down, crease between your eyebrows prominent. you were ashamed of yourself for hurting her, no matter what she said earlier.

brienne’s hand comes to grab the one by her ear, holding your hand to display your scarred knuckles to her. she could she little ones around your fingers, faded and old, likely from your days before being a master of the dagger. she liked those ones, but the deeper ones, she hated.

“ask whatever you want,” you spoke softly, “i can feel your mind working, can practically see it too.”

her thumb runs over your knuckles, a question in itself. you answered, “most are from fighting, first one was when i was was taken from tarth, last was about two months after you parted. i try to keep my distance, but sometimes i’m impatient.”

she laughs lightly, trying not to break this quiet moment. she’s already about to burst at the seams from holding your hand, and you’re in the same condition in your own mind. you’re so focused on not shaking, that your haven’t stopped staring at her eyes in the orange glow. they were crystalized sapphire seas gifted to her, the only one worthy enough to be trusted.

“which one was the worst?” brienne asks, her voice is careful. you wince are the thought, pulling your hand from hers to move your cloak away and lift your tunic. just below your left ribs was a large, jagged scar, it was clear that the injury had been deep. brienne resists the urge to trace your scar as you did hers, her hands twitching.

you lower the tunic back down, “we got raided four years ago. assholes just went straight for the kids, so i threw myself in there. got four out of five down, last one got me with my own blade, took it from my back.” you take a deep breath, “he went for the kids, so i took the knife out and slit his throat. larkin and two others had to carry me out to the healers. they were just little babes, they shouldn’t have had to do that.”

brienne places a hand on your knee giving it squeeze, “they were able to save you because you saved them. they know you’d never let anything happen to them.” your hand sits atop hers and squeezes back, a silent ‘thank you.’

“i may ask you anything?” she clarifies, already knowing what she needs to know. the only thing she had been thinking about for a year.

you lean forward ever-so-slightly and whisper, “anything.”

“what’s your name?” she whispers back, she almost feels like she’s learning your deepest, most damning secret.

you close your eyes and huff a laugh through your nose, you knew she’d ask. you look back up to answer, but a large gust of laughter bursts your bubble. you’re both suddenly aware of other people moving closer. drinking hour has begun for the men, and the children are playing pretend with the practice swords. podrick was sitting with everyone, pretending he hadn’t been watching you and brienne every now and then, only being able to you slightly around her shoulder.

as everyone’s approaching the fire, you whisper the answer she’s being dying for. she reads your lips, going to test the name on her own tongue. your hand covers her mouth, free hand making a shushing motion, laughing behind your finger. you can feel her grin beneath your hand and it overwhelms you. you quickly take away your hand.

podrick sits himself on a log near you both, brienne’s eyes snap to him and are practically screaming ‘not a word.’ he just takes a sip of ale. ragnall brings you and brienne each a drink. he bends down to speak to you quietly, his words only traveling to your ears.

“don’t get too attached, commander. she’s here for bed and meal, nothing else. she’s leaving tomorrow and war is brewing,” you shove him harshly away from you, and he walks away, knowing you’d tell him to ‘piss off’ anyways. you visibly deflate, but take a strong sip to drown his words. brienne is enraged by him taking your smile so quickly, how quickly doubt clouded your eyes from his words. she wants to ask, but you shake your head.

“it’s nothing, he’s a killjoy,” you say as if it were nothing, but the shake of your leg gave you away. you press you palm into your knee to still it’s motion, brienne is confident she now despises ragnall. she’s not the only one who notices your mood plummet, because before she can even think of what to do, larkin jogs over.

“commander, could we do dagger practice? i want to learn throwing in the dark,” he tugs the sleeve of your upper arm. you stand immediately, arm wrapping around him shoulder.

“pinch me i’m dreaming,” you say as you squeeze the boy into you, hugging him tightly as he laughs, “did i just hear that you want to throw daggers? willingly?” you pull away and pretend to inspect him, angling his head is odd directions as he laughs, “are you sure you aren’t a witch, a shapeshifter?”

brienne watches the scene before her with a smile. how easily your spirits were lifted by someone you loved, especially this parental love you felt for larkin. she could never make you smile this much, she knows that larkin is the only one who can, but she wants to get close regardless. podrick watches brienne look at you, he finds himself sad for her that they have to leave in the morning. he knows there’s something more, and he knows brienne will ignore it as long as possible.

larkin begins to drag you, your voice carries over your shoulder, “you two coming or not?”

the four of you go to the targets. your demeanor changes from parent to teacher quite quickly. podrick attempts to throw into the target as well, missing terribly, while larkin’s land on the outer rings. yours create a horizontal line, one in the middle and one on each side. brienne throws a single dagger, she hits the target towards the bottom, but ‘at least hit she hit it,’ as pod grumbled put it.

larkin headed off to bed as the sky became devoid of light, podrick went for another drink and to warm by the fire. this left you and brienne at the targets. she watched you throw dagger after dagger, each hitting its destination as if you were moving it with your mind. you had covered the target almost completely, none of the daggers touching. she walked with you to retrieve them all, helping you silently.

“what did ragnall say to you?” she asks, breaking the tense silence. you paused for a moment, then continued.

“nothing of importance. he’s all work, no fun,” you grunt as you pull the center dagger out. the ones in the center were deep, some were down to the wood in the middle of the targets. “i’m sorry, i just… he’s an ass, and he knows how to make me cross,” is all you can say.

“i’ve got my own one of those,” brienne jests, trying to lift the mood.

“ah yes, but he’s all the way in king’s landing. mine is practically up my ass every time i think about sitting down,” you point a knife at him from across the camp, pretending to throw it, “prick.”

she laughs at your childish behaviors, “i think we should head back to everyone else.”

you roll your eyes, “and i think that if i’m within five feet of that ferret, i’ll choke him. i’ll stay right here.” brienne barks a laugh at your words, moving to grab a torch off the side of a nearby tent to light the small fire pit by the targets.

“would anyone question you for doing so? you’re the commander,” she says with a joking tone.

“probably not, but don’t tempt me, lady brienne. i have very little self-control,” you say back, sitting down next to the fire. brienne’s mouth shuts quickly, and she moves to sit with you.

she blames the heat rushing to her cheeks on the flames once again. she grows brave and responds, eyes coming back to your face, “maybe i should continue then.” she smiles at your eyes lighting up.

brienne’s mouth moves faster than her mind, “what did you mean the time we saw each other?”

your eyes fell to your lap, “i said a lot of things, be more specific.”

“that you know your own thoughts,” she wants to how if you see her the same as she sees you, all encompassing.

“stories people make up, men make up, when they feel small, are nothing of importance. i’ve met you, spoken to you, seen you,” your words make brienne feel a little sick, “so far the only truly thing they’ve said is that you’re tall, and from tarth. two things!” she looks at her hands, her mind raging against her.

you lean and grab her hand, “you are not a beast,” she looks at you, “or ugly, or any of that shit they dare say about you. they’re intimidated by you, you’re powerful and alluring,” you’re speaking from your heart it seems, “if you asked me, i would say you’re quite beautiful, perhaps handsome even.”

brienne tried not to think about it much as she fell asleep. she definitely didn’t think about you holding her hand and calling her beautiful and handsome. or the shy smile you gave her that made her heart squeeze in her chest, breath shaking with each exhale. or how you held her hand for an hour until you got up to smother the fire. or how you walked her to her tent and said goodnight to her quietly, like it was a secret message from you to her. or how you looked back as you walked away, lingering there for a moment.

—

the next morning, you stare at the roof of your tent for gods know how long. if you didn’t leave the tent, she wouldn’t go, right? of course she would, she has an oath to keep, a you tell your selfish mind. you rise, putting on your uniform, the weight of your cloak holding you together.

once you step out of your private tent, larkin is by your side in minutes. he’s quiet, much like last time. you had both grown fond of brienne, and he now had a friend in podrick, making this goodbye harder. your arm sits around his shoulders, muttering to him as you walked around to get breakfast.

larkin’s mood lifts upon seeing his new friend, jogging over to pod and talking animatedly. brienne was sitting a bit away, lost in thought as she ate. you looked her for a moment, taking in the sight of the morning sun casting a dream of light across her face, lighting her up like an angel. you moved to go sit with her, grabbing a pear from the center of a tablet you passed. you sit across from her, and bite into your snack as you wait for her to notice you.

brienne here’s a soft crunch near her, head rising until her eyes meet you. tired eyes, pear in hand, hair still down, you were quite a sight to her. she just smiled lightly while looking at you, you returned it. neither of you spoke, just sitting together, enjoying the last moments before she departed.

you feel eyes on you, turning to see ragnall with pointed eyes, staring holes into your skull. brienne sees your brows furrow, hand going to your ankle. before she can even say ‘don’t,’ a dagger flies through the air and buries itself into the beam he’s resting against, only a hair above his head.

“pay mind to your own business, ya owl-looking fuck. blink once in a while, won’t you?” you seethe, and brienne sees a similar anger from the first time she met you and smiles to herself. the men around ragnall laugh at your comment, one pulling the dagger out and bringing it to you with a ‘nice one.’

brienne finishes her food as you slowly finish your pear. you leave the food tent walking towards the horses, and she follows behind you. your hand comes up to the face of a light brown horse with white splotches across him, he nibbles at you hand in greeting. you grab a folded parchment, grabbing her hand and placing it there, palm flat over it.

“these are preliminary travel routes. they’ll probably change, but you’ll probably still be able to track us down. if- if you wan- if you needed to,” you pull your hands away, locking them behind your back.

brienne looked at the parchment, then you. her voice is soft, “thank you. maybe one day it won’t come to tracking each other down.”

“maybe there will be a time where we travel with each other instead of away,” you almost mumble. brienne’s heart almost couldn’t take it, the way you stared at your feet while you spoke and fluttered your eyelashes. gods, i hope so.

“maybe,” she says back, eyes never leaving you.

saying goodbye to you was going to be harder than last time, she didn’t want to say anything. she wishes she had left before you woke up, so you wouldn’t be able to see the homesickness in her eyes as she got further from you. she lead her horse to the front of the camp while you lead podrick’s, eyes catching each other’s every now and then.

larkin was with podrick, listening closely to whatever he had to say. you looked to brienne, “use the horn, will you? if i start following you now, you’ll never get rid of me.”

she smiles at your words, her voice speaks lowly, “who said i was opposed to that?” your brow raises, eyes looking directly into her. you’re about to comment back, but podrick and larkin make their way over.

you settle for, “goodbye, lady brienne,” you turn, “podrick. safe travels to you both, may we see each other again soon.”

she and podrick hoist themselves onto their horses. she looks at you, her eyes raking over your face, you had hardly slept either it seems.

“thank you, commander,” she smiles tightly, “i’m sure you’ll find a way to keep an eye on us.”

you laugh, “who says i don’t already?”

you approach her horse, petting him gently and you speak to brienne, “i mean it, use that horn if there’s any trouble, if you need anything. even just a meal and a bed, doesn’t have to be battle. please, just… just use the damn horn.”

she leans closer to you, “i promise you,” you’re trying so hard not to faint from the closeness, “and i don’t break promises.”

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10 Days of Gwen Goodbyes - Day 9 (Brienne of Tarth)

We've reached the second-to-last day of our 10 days of goodbyes, and these last two are among my favorites, I must admit. I hope you like today's upload as much as I liked writing it.

Summary: A love story between a lady and her guard, especially if that guard is another woman, is filled with obstacles and pain. Some are easier to get past, to elegantly steer clear of, but what will happen when the difficulties grow insurmountable?

TW: Drabble, Angst, Goodbyes, Break Up, Arranged Marriages, Dialogue-Only, Hurt No Comfort - Wordcount: 100 w - AO3 link in title below

Day 9: Brienne of Tarth - Look at Me

“The horse is ready, milady.”

“Brienne, I…”

“Your fiancé will be waiting.”

“I swear I didn’t know…”

“I am merely here to escort you to him. Milady.”

“Brienne, please.”

“I shall be waiting for you by the gates.”

“WON'T YOU JUST LOOK AT ME IN THE EYES!”

“…”

“I didn’t know! It was my father, he…”

“It is of no consequence milady. It was my mistake. I should have known my place.”

“Your place? Your place is by my side!”

“As your guard. Nothing more.”

“Brienne, I love you!”

“It is not me you are going to marry in ten days.”

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You’re Too Good For Me ~Larissa Weems xBrienne of Tarth

Summary— Inspired by this post made by @franouo !! “WHAT IF (in an AU) Larissa survived Marylin's atack (SHE'S ALIVE) and needs protección AND somehow Brienne shows up, maybe a portal or time travel (idk how yet) and they start this kind of dry relationship in the begging for mutual interests, like Larissa needs protección (maybe debelop panic atacks after all the trauma) and Brienne needs help to come back to Westeros and the only person who can help is Larissa because all the principal of a "Magic school" thing like Brienne says but with in the time pass they break each others walls and start falling for each other.”

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Warnings: NSFW, smut, eating out, fingering, kissing, implied loss of virginity, flustering, first times, first orgasm, strangers to friends to lovers, implied future smut, etc.

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By the grace of god or whatever supreme fucking being, Larissa has survived Marilyn’s nightshade poisoning. Everyone said that it had been a miracle. No one had been known to survive nightshade poisoning in the past…

Larissa, of course, was relieved to have survived. She was grateful, mostly. But part of her struggled with the fact that she had indeed died for an extended amount of time. And that she had then come back to life…

It was hard for the blonde to comprehend. The whole experience had thoroughly traumatized the principal… She couldn’t go a day without our heightened anxiety, couldn’t go a week without at least one panic attack.

As the school year came to a close, the events of that fatal night fading into the past, and all the students got sent home, Larissa was left pretty much on her own at the school, as most of the staff had gone too. There were certain responsibilities that the principal had to uphold over the summer at Nevermore, such as keeping the school in good shape for the upcoming school year.

Even though it had been weeks, Larissa felt her anxiety, and panic, and vigilance like her near death experience had occurred yesterday…

One particularly hot summer day, Larissa was making her daily rounds of the school, when she saw a shimmer of blue gleaming in the morning sun down the road from the school.

The blue figure came closer and closer, and Larissa made out the person to be some kind of knight…? The knight came through the gates and walked up to Larissa. At a closer glance, the blonde principal realized that the tall knight was in fact a lady.

“Excuse me? Can I help you…?” Larissa asked.

The woman looked breathless and confused.

“Sorry to bother you, madam… but are you Lady Weems?” Brienne asked.

Larissa was taken aback slightly by the formal title. But she kept her cool demeanor.

“I am. And you are?”

“My name is Brienne of Tarth. I have traveled far to your land to request your aid.” The blonde knight explained.

Larissa looked at the woman puzzled.

“Oh…? And what for?” She asked.

“It seems I accidentally was portaled to your land, M’Lady, and I need assistance to get back. I was told by a fellow traveler that you and your school for magic would hold answers.” Brienne breathed out.

Larissa pursed her lips and nodded slowly.

“Why don’t you come in, Brienne…?” She offered, indicating with her hand to the school.

Brienne’s eyes lit up and she nodded.

“Yes M’Lady…!”

“Larissa will do just fine, Darling.” Larissa insisted, putting her hand up and shooing Briennes formal title aside.

Brienne blushed lightly and nodded. Larissa then led the other tall blonde up to the school, through the corridors, and into her office. Larissa shut the door behind her, and indicated for Brienne to take a seat.

Brienne then spent a better part of an hour explaining how she had somehow traveled through space and time. She had been pulled through a blueish-purple glowing portal, against her will, and turned up in Vermont. After Brienne had finally finished her tarry tale, she asked the begging question,

“So, Larissa… Will you help me return to Westeros?”

Larissa smiled and nodded.

“I cannot promise anything, but I will certainly try my hardest, Darling.” She breathed out.

Brienne’s eyes sparkled with gratitude and hope.

“Thank you M’l—Larissa. How can I ever repay you…??” The knight asked.

“It’s no trouble, Darling, really I insist.”

“No please, let me return the favor…” Brienne insisted.

Larissa signed and contemplated.

“Very well. Now that you mention it…” she breathed out, “I could use your protection…”

Brienne nodded immediately.

“I understand, and you shall have it, Larissa…!” She exclaimed.

This made Lariss smile. She appreciated that Brienne hadn’t pried into why she wanted protection. And she felt grateful at the woman’s eagerness to help.

And that was how Larissa and Brienne’s mutual beneficial relationship started. Brienne was quick to move into the castle, taking one of the available staff private quarters.

The relationship at the beginning was dry and base on pure mutual interest. Larissa did her daily duties to care for Nevermore, and on the side, she back researching possible solutions for Brienne’s return.

Brienne insisted that she help the tall, blonde principal with some of the school duties. Larissa at first wouldn’t hear of it, but then the school caretaker quit on her, and she was forced to face the idea of cleaning all of Nevermore on her own until she could hire a new caretaker. So Larissa let Brienne help her by keeping the grounds clean and tidy, especially the outside.

On the days where Larissa was really riddled with anxiety and panic, Brienne was more than happy to take up more responsibility. Larissa began to trust the woman as she proved herself to be quite capable.

And slowly, the relationship between Larissa and Brienne began to shift…

Brienne and Larissa got into the habit of spending their evenings together. They would sip wine and talk the night away. It got easier and easier as the time slipped by.

“So you are a knight from where you are from?” Larissa asked the other woman, putting her feat up and relaxing in her chair after a long day.

“Mhmmm, yes Westeros…” Brienne sighed.

“That must be difficult…” Larissa sympathized.

“Dear God you have no idea…” Brienne chuckled, using humor to hide her pain and suffering.

“Tell me about it…? If you wish…” the blonde principal cooed softly.

Brienne eventually opened up to the struggle she faced as a female knight back home. She poured her heart out in vulnerability, talking about the pain and suffering she’d endured to get where she was today.

In turn and when Larissa was ready, she began opening up about her death.

“What about you…? I imagine something must have happened…” Brienne prodded, trying not to be too pushy as she knew this was a touchy subject for the other woman.

“I…” Larissa stammered, pausing and taking a deep breath, “I died.”

Brienne had assumed something traumatic must have had happened to the blonde woman, as many nights, Brienne found herself rushing to Larissa’s quarters to comfort the woman from her night terrors and panic attacks.

Soon, the two women began to develop a true bond. And now, Larissa dreaded the say when they figured out how to bring Brienne home. And Brienne dreaded the day Larissa wouldn’t want her around anymore, enough to figure it out.

On just another evening, the women were sitting in Larissa’s office. This evening, Brienne wasn’t drinking, she was too wound up.

“Everything alright, Darling…?” Larissa asked, taking a sip of her wine.

Brienne sighed.

It was bugging her. Her impending leave.

The summer was almost up, the school year would start again, and Larissa would have no time for her anymore…

“I… Simply wound too tight today it seems…” Brienne breathed out.

Larissa pursed her lips and nodded slowly.

“Anything in particular making you anxious…?” She asked.

Brienne bit her lip and looked away. Larissa sat up and placed a hand on Brienne’s thigh.

And Brienne gasped. Loud.

“Talk to me, love. Please…” Larissa pled.

Brienne gulped. Her heart began to race, and her cheeks went rosy red.

“I… don’t want to leave” she whispered in confession.

The knight looked down in sadness, not being able to meet the other woman’s gaze. She expected Larissa to condemn her or get angry.

But instead, Larissa’s one hand caresses Brienne’s thigh in calming circles, and her other hand came under to cup Brienne’s chin. Larissa moved the woman’s head to meet her gaze.

As Brienne met Larissa’s eyes, she saw sparkling orbs. They weren’t filled with anger, no… care…? understanding…? something else…??

Brienne’s breath was bated and shallow.

“Hey, it’s okay, Darling. Take a deep breath” Larissa breathed out in comfort.

And that Brienne did. She took several, before meeting Larissa’s gaze one more.

Now the blonde principal’s eye flickered away from Brienne’s gaze, down to the blue knights lips and back up. It was just for a fraction of a second, but it was clear.

“I… I don’t want you to leave either.” Larissa breathed out softly.

Their eyes were locked together, stuck in this trance, Larissa’s hands still on Brienne’s chin and thigh. Brienne bit her lip anxiously, her stomache having erupts with butterfly’s.

They were entranced by each other’s gaze, presence, being… Each blond wanted the other’s lips on their own. Now it was Brienne’s turn for her gaze to flicker down to the other woman’s lips.

Larissa took this as her cue to lean forward more, bringing the two impossibly close. Brienne instinctually leaned further forward, leaving mere centimeters in space between their lips. But it was Larissa who closed the gap, her soft, plump lips pressing into Brienne’s lips.

Brienne immediately let out a light gasp. At first Larissa thought that it wasn’t a good sign, until Brienne suddenly grasped Larissa’s upper body with both hands and tugged her closer and tight. Larissa let out a breathy groan, her lips not pressed and bruised against Brienne’s.

Larissa began exploring, letting her tongue run along the other’s lips. Brienne immediately hummed in delight, leading to the blonde principal to start nipping and putting more playfulness into the kiss.

The more hums and gasps and sighs Larissa pulled from the blonde’s lips, the more encouraged she felt to heat up the kiss, until the two of them finally had to pull away for oxygen after a solid couple of minutes of breathless kissing.

Brienne blushed and looked away, as Larissa met the her gaze.

“Was that alright…?” Larissa asked.

Brienne blushed even harder and bit her lip, nodding slowly. Her gaze returned to the other woman’s.

“Perfect” Brienne whispered.

Now it was Larissa’s turn to blush and look away. Before Larissa could look back at Brienne, the knight pressed her lips against the blonde principal’s.

The kiss reignited, this time more heated and just as passionate. It started to become sloppy, tongues intertwining and breath mingling. Moans and groans escaping both women’s mouths.

Larissa’s hand on the other woman’s right began to push up on her thigh, riding Brienne’s night gown further and further up. Her other hand found purchase behind Brienne’s neck.

Brienne’s hands then sprung for Larissa’s hips, pulling the woman practically in her lap. Larissa groaned and bucked her hips into the knights lap. Brienne’s eyes threatened to roll back.

“M-more more more…” Brienne chanted in a whimpering plea.

Larissa couldn’t deny the beautiful knight. She slid down off of the couch, and she guided Brienne to lay back on the couch. Brienne’s panting was erotic and loud, spurring Larissa on even more.

Kneeling in between Brienne’s legs and at the edge of the couch, Larissa looked up at the desperate woman.

It only now struck each woman what they were about to do.

But the exchanged glances solidified the fact that neither of them would regret it, and that they both wanted it just as bad as the other.

“Spread your legs for me, Darling…” Larissa breathed out in her sultry tone.

God Brienne felt sparks and waves of pleasure from this woman’s voice alone… She’d never felt this good before.

Brienne laid back all the way on the couch and immediately spread her legs for the blonde principal. Larissa sat herself right in front of Brienne’s core, rolling up her night gown and staring at the knights gleaming sex.

“W-what…?” Brienne stuttered, already starting to bliss out and confused as to why Larissa was merely staring.

“So pretty…” Larissa breathed out, entranced by Brienne and her dripping cunt.

Before Brienne could respond, Larissa had dove into her pussy. She wasted no time in slurping away at Brienne’s juices. Brienne’s hand jolted to Larissa’s hair, tightly grabbing her head by her pinned locks and shoving her further into her own cunt in desperation. Her other hand flew to the couch, scrunching the material in a tight fist.

“Ah ah AhhhHhH Larissa—” Brienne moaned out, her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut.

Larissa licked through the woman’s folds, sucked and tapped her clit, bit and nipped at her inner thighs. All of this only made Brienne closer and louder. Her hold on Larissa’s hair tightened impossibly tight.

“Ah AhHhhHhhHh—!!!” Brienne cried out, her back arching and her hips jerking towards Larissa.

And when Larissa’s fingers began to circle Brienne’s entrance, and then actually entered the woman… Brienne lost it.

“God Lariss—AHHH…!!” Brienne screamed, “Faster FASTER—!!!” She begged.

The woman tore both her hands up towards her head. Larissa watched Brienne mesmerized the entire time. She added another finger and fucked her faster, fastening her lips to the woman clit. With a couple harsh sucks, Brienne snapped.

Brienne shed jolted back as she screamed through her orgasm. Her back arched even further, her body pulsed. She saw stars and her walls clenched hard around Larissa’s fingers.

“AH AH AH ahhh AhhhHhHH—!!” Brienne moaned and cried out.

Larissa watched jaw dropped as she fingered the woman through her orgasm.

She’d never seen anything so beautiful…

Once her cunt had stopped pulsating and clenching, Larissa slowly removed her digits. She just looked up at Brienne speechless.

Eventually, Brienne lowered her hands to reveal her hard blush.

“S-sorry… mm was too loud…” Brienne murmured.

Larissa shook her head with an open mouth. She promptly shut her mouth upon realizing how long she’d kept it open.

“No no, I… Was…. Was I that good..??” She breathlessly reassured her.

Brienne blushed furiously.

“I… I’d never… never you know…” Brienne whispered.

Larissa’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped again.

“Oh Lord, I didn’t even ask. I am so sorry, Darling—” the blonde principal began rambling.

But she was cut off by Brienne lunging forward, taking Larissa face in her hands, and smashing her lips against hers. She pulled away after a moment, and the other woman had her answer.

Brienne was beaming and Larissa couldn’t help the little smirk on her face.

“Perhaps a bath…” Larissa suggested softly.

“Don’t you…?” Brienne asked, concerned that Larissa hadn’t been helped.

But Larissa shook her head.

“Later. You need to be taken care of first, Darling.” She insisted.

Brienne blushed furiously yet again, before happily being led by Larissa to her private bathroom to take a bath together.

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Lord and Lady Lannister begin their life at Evenrock by welcoming their first son. Over the years Jaime and Brienne raise their children and revel in their love, as the power of their House in the North also grows.

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One More Night

Brienne of Tarth x f!reader

You are a prisoner of Catelyn Stark, being escorted back to your family at King’s Landing by Brienne of Tarth in trade for her daughter’s safe return. You can’t help it when you develop feelings for Brienne on the way.

Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, brief mentions of sexual assault, nsfw at the end (fingering, eating out)

Words: ~6.5k

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“By the Gods, let me go!” You screamed, thrashing about against the strong arms of your captor. It was no use - at 6’3”, Brienne of Tarth was nearly a foot taller than you and at a definite advantage due to her broad shoulders and the vice-like grip that dug into your sides as she tied a thick rope around your middle, securing your arms against your torso.

“Stay still, would you,” she muttered, easily tightening the knot in the rope as she dodged your feeble attempt at a headbutt. “Come on, let’s go. If we don’t leave now we won’t have made it even a mile by nightfall.”

Brienne made to begin the trek, the other end of the rope held securely in her fist. You, instead, glowered at her and dug your heels firmly into the ground, refusing to budge. Brienne felt the resistance at the other end of the rope and let out a sigh. She took two long steps towards you and suddenly the ground beneath your feet disappeared as she slung you over her shoulder, eliciting a loud yelp and a string of obscenities from your mouth. The large woman underneath you remained stoic, setting a brisk pace towards the line of trees in the distance.

You had to admit, you thought as Brienne walked along the forest path, that it was kind of hot, Brienne of fucking Tarth, carrying you through the forest. In a different reality, perhaps she could have been your knight in shining armor. Heat rose to your cheeks, which you managed to convince yourself was solely due to the fact that you were still hanging head-first over Brienne’s shoulder. Surely that was the only reason the blood was rushing to your head. Surely.

“You can put me down now,” you resigned. Brienne set you down, much more gently than you had anticipated. You gazed up, your eyes meeting hers, and for a moment the world around you stilled. Your breathing slowed, you felt a shiver run up your spine. Brienne’s gaze was questioning, fine lines appearing between her brows. Your teeth sunk down on your bottom lip, eyes flicking involuntarily down to Brienne’s lips. Brienne cleared her throat and looked away, her grip on your rope tightening. “Let’s go,” she murmured, clearly flustered, giving you a push in the right direction.

----

The snapping of a branch stopped the both of you dead in your tracks. Three strange men appeared on the path, clearly inebriated. “Oh-ho, now what do we have here?” The apparent leader of the bunch sneered. Brienne lay a hand on the hilt of her sword, her eyes flicking between the men, distaste evident in the downward curl of her lips. “Leave us be.”

“A princess and her beast? Tell me, princess, where did you find this monster?” The men laughed. “Her name is Brienne, and she’s no beast - not like you,” you shouted, taking a step towards the man and spitting at his feet in protest, as your hands were still bound to your sides.

Brienne whispered your name, a quiet bid for you not to rile up the clearly dangerous men even further, but it was too late.

The man sneered at you; “listen to the great beast,” he said, stepping towards you until you could feel his hot, stinking breath on your face. You glared up at him, which only made him laugh, and he reached up a hand to undo the laces at the front of your dress. “Such a pretty little thing.”

He seemed to have sorely underestimated the woman to your right, for no sooner had you felt his hand graze the smooth skin of your collarbone, did you see a flash of metal, followed by the most agonizing moan you’d ever heard. The man’s hand had been cut clean off at the wrist and as he and his band of drunken friends stared at his now hand-less wrist in horror, Brienne lunged forward once more, her sword going straight through the man’s stomach. His friends were quick to draw their own swords, but Brienne was quicker, her blade elegantly slicing both their throats within a matter of seconds.

“Are you alright?” Brienne asked, almost too calmly considering the fact that three bodies now lay in a bloody heap at your feet.

“Y-yes, I-“

“Why did you do that?” She interrupted.

“Do what?” You furrowed your brow in confusion. Brienne’s expression was a strange mixture of wonder and anger that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Defend me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Brienne studied your face, her eyes tracking your every feature as if searching for something unsaid.

“That was very dangerous,” she finally said, turning to continue the walk.

You stared after her incredulously, quickly realizing that she was not going to stop and jogging to keep up with her to avoid being dragged across the forest floor.

“How about a thank you?” You panted, struggling to catch up as her long legs could carry her much farther much faster than yours could.

“You thank me for stopping those men from assaulting you and maybe I’ll consider it,” her tone was serious but when you looked up at her, ready to argue, you saw her glance sideways at you, a smirk gracing her lips. Your heart fluttered, that heat from earlier returning to your cheeks. Making Brienne of Tarth smile, even a little bit, may have suddenly become your new favorite pastime.

“Thank you, my lady,” you teased, pausing your walk to curtsy before her.

“I’m no lady,” Brienne replied, rolling her eyes.

“My knight then? My knight in shining armor?” Your giddy laughter died in your throat as you saw Brienne’s smile fall from her face.

“There’s no need to make fun of me,” she muttered, tugging harder at your rope, nearly causing you to faceplant into the mud.

“I’m not-“

“You’re slowing us down, I want to put another 5 miles behind us before sundown.”

The silence for the rest of the afternoon was deafening. Any attempt to make conversation was met with a curt reply, any flirtation met with a dark look and a tug to the rope that left you stumbling over your own two feet.

Darkness fell and Brienne found a clearing far enough off the path not to be spotted by any passing travelers. She tied you firmly to a tree, ignoring your protests, and started a fire in the middle of the clearing.

“So, what, you’re just going to leave me tied up to this tree all night?”

Firelight flickered across Brienne’s face, casting shadows along her fair features. She looked somehow even more beautiful now, you mused, your eyes drinking in the way her blonde hair fell onto her cheekbones, her lips parting ever so slightly as she contemplated, her icy blue eyes in stark contrast to the flames of the fire burning before her.

“I can’t have you escaping,” though she sounded unsure of herself.

“And pray tell, where will I go? Where shall I escape to?” You laughed, turning your head left to right as if to make a point.

You could see the struggle in Brienne’s eyes.

“At least to eat?” You were pleading now, pushing out your bottom lip ever so slightly, you weren’t playing fair but you didn’t care, the ropes were starting to make your ribs sore.

“Fine,” Brienne stood, towering over you as she swiftly untied you. She offered you a hand, which you gladly took. The moment your skin touched hers, you felt butterflies do somersaults in your stomach. She pulled you to your feet and your hands remained entangled for just a moment longer as your gazes met. It was as if time were moving in slow motion. The air around you grew still. Your breathing slowed. The crackling of the fire grew muffled. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the blue of Brienne’s eyes and the heat rising in your core. You leaned forward, rising up onto your toes, head tilted back, anything to get closer to the gorgeous woman in front of you.

She pulled her hand out from yours and broke your gaze. Even in the dim light, you could swear you saw a blush creep up her cheeks.

“You should eat something. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

Your head was swimming. You fell back onto your heels and watched Brienne walk to the other side of the fire. She tossed you a piece of bread, which you had to scramble to catch.

“Y-yeah,” you mumbled. “Thanks…”

----

“Such a pretty little thing.”

There was a hand on your collarbone. Then on your breast. Where was your dress? Gods, this man reeks. Rough hands grabbed at you, laughing, “pretty little princess!”

Then there was blood, so much blood.

“My lady, are you alright?”

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the pitch black of the forest. Your throat felt dry and hoarse, your ears were ringing. Your chest heaved, sweat dripped from your brow. You felt a hand on your shoulder and suddenly, everything stopped spinning quite as fast. It wasn’t until your breathing had slowed again that you realized you were still in the middle of the clearing, that the embers of the fire that had warmed you in the evening had long burnt out, and that the hand on your shoulder belonged to Brienne of Tarth. Of course it did. The events of the previous day came back to you and you groaned.

“My lady?” Brienne tried again. She sounded apprehensive. “Are you alright?”

“Just a nightmare,” you tried to wave it off, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you. A single tear slid down your cheek.

“About what happened today?” Brienne guessed. You worried your lip between your teeth, wondering if she would think you weak. Then you realized you were already crying in her arms and that it didn’t make much of a difference now anyway, so you nodded and dropped your head into the crook of her neck, allowing your tears to escape and drip onto the chest plate of her armor.

Brienne stiffened at the contact, but allowed you to continue to sob into her shoulder until you finally pulled back.

“You should get some more sleep,” she whispered, concern etched across her face.

You nodded glumly. As Brienne made to stand, you caught her wrist.

“Will you stay with me?” You whispered, barely audible.

“I’m right over there,” she pointed to a spot a few feet away.

“I mean… here… so they don’t… come for me again,” your grip on her wrist tightened. “Please.” You closed your eyes, worried at the rejection you would see if you opened them. To your surprise, you felt Brienne kneel down next to you and get settled to your left, leaving mere inches between your bodies. Hesitating for a moment, you scooted closer across the forest floor and took her arm, wrapping it around your waist.

With Brienne essentially spooning you, you quickly fell back into a dreamless slumber.

Brienne was glad you couldn’t see the blush spread across her face and neck at the gesture of intimacy. She still didn’t know what to make of you. On the one hand, you had been nothing but kind, even a little flirtatious. On the other hand, no one had ever shown her this kindness before - every past flirtation had been with the intention of harming her, of playing with her feelings and making her feel bad. No one had ever shown her genuine interest. Why should you be any different? Come morning, she was sure, you would regret asking her to lay with you.

----

You awoke to find Brienne’s arm slung lazily over your waist, her breath warm on your neck. You smiled to yourself, greedily pulling her closer to you. Brienne stirred at the movement, her body stiffening as she realized the position the two of you found yourselves in. She shot up into a seated position and you grabbed after her, mewling pathetically at the loss of contact.

Brienne looked down at you in surprise, confusion spreading across her features as you pouted up at her.

“My lady?”

“You were warm,” you murmured, your voice still slow and heavy with sleep. “I felt safe.” Admitting it made you blush. Brienne looked away, her own cheeks as pink as yours.

“You look-“ you started, the compliment catching in your throat as Brienne’s eyes met yours once more. Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Brienne’s eyebrow raised, waiting for you to continue. How could you convince this incredible, fierce warrior that she was absolutely brilliant whilst you were, well, you?

“Nevermind. Thanks for last night.”

“It is my duty to get you safely back to King’s Landing.” Brienne was stoic, clearly trying to compose herself.

“Sure,” you snorted, rising to your feet.

There was a silent, mutual agreement that you didn’t need a rope from that day on, which you were grateful for as the pulling from the rope had left bruises along your arms and ribs. The silences were a little more comfortable that day, Brienne’s presence a little more familiar. At one point, your hand brushed against hers and, when she didn’t pull away immediately, your heart fluttered pleasantly.

Night came again and Brienne had found another spot nestled amongst the trees for you two to spend the night. You spent the evening sharing a log by a small fire, persuading Brienne to tell stories of her previous battles, your eyes shining with wonder as you imagined the grace and elegance with which Brienne fought. Something in your gaze spurred Brienne on, motivating her to keep talking in spite of herself.

It was only when your yawns came at 30 second intervals that Brienne suggested with a smirk that you turn in for the night.

You curled up close to the fire, watching Brienne curiously as she hovered over you for a moment, indecision written plainly on her face. She took a step towards you and knelt down next to you, looking uneasy.

You meanwhile, looked so blissfully unaware, eyelids heavy with sleep. You looked so carefree, Brienne thought, so unlike the storm that was raging inside of her, gnawing at her stomach, her heart… if you took it badly, her idea. But you hadn’t pushed her away that morning. You had even seemed disappointed that she’d pulled away. Brienne shook her head to clear her thoughts, blonde tendrils falling into her eyes.

“My lady, if it pleases you… I could, perhaps, protect you again tonight?” Brienne’s face was practiced stoicism, but you could see the anxiety slipping through the cracks.

A lazy smile passed across your face and you offered your hand to her. Her eyes widened at the gesture, eliciting a soft giggle from your lips.

“You look as if you expected me to say no.”

“My priority is to keep you safe on this journey, in whatever capacity you need me.” Brienne was being overly cautious, of what you weren’t quite sure.

“And here I was thinking you just wanted to cuddle me,” you teased, fake-pouting, adoring the way Brienne’s face turned beet red.

You took her hand in yours and pulled her towards you. She allowed you to guide her downwards and into the same position as yesterday - protectively spooning you, one arm over your waist. She was slightly stiff behind you, but you knew she would warm up to your touch eventually, so you melted into her and allowed sleep to find you.

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When dawn broke, Brienne’s face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, her hand splayed across your stomach. You placed your own hand upon hers, marveling at how much longer her fingers were. Normally a light sleeper, she didn’t react to the touch. You craned your neck, admiring the sleeping woman beside you when your eyes fell upon the sword at her hip, and you got an idea.

Carefully, you extracted yourself from her loose hold and got to your feet. With nimble fingers, you pulled at the sword, nearly completely unsheathing it before -

“BY THE GODS,” Brienne yelped, her eyes shooting open as she scrambled to her feet. You sprung back in shock, her sword falling to the floor between you. “What on earth are you doing?” She reached for the sword at lightning speed, holding it between the two of you, and you feared that if you took another step it would be your hand she would cut off next.

“I’m sorry, Brienne! I-I was inspired,” you rushed out your apology, hands raised above your head in surrender as she glared furiously at you.

“Inspired to murder me?” Her eyebrows were knit together in confusion, her lip quivering.

“Brienne, of course not! I was wondering… could you teach me? How to use it?” Brienne was still skeptical. “I feel so safe with you. Really, I do.” At this, you had to blush a bit. “But I would love to be able to protect myself. And protect you. Not that you need it or anything.” Your blush spread, and Brienne’s gaze softened as she lowered her sword.

“You do have a point. Go on then,” she handed you the sword and unsheathed her other one. “Show me what you’ve got.”

“R-right now?” You were a stammering mess.

Brienne rolled her eyes, taking up a sideways stance and raising her sword, gesturing for you to do the same.

You tried, though the sword was so heavy that it wobbled in your grip.

“Have you ever even held a sword?” Brienne chuckled as your eyes widened and you shook your head furiously.

She lowered her own sword and came around to stand behind you, placing one hand on your hip to correct your stance while her other hand wrapped around your sword-holding hand, helping you to get a better grip. You leaned into her until her front was flush against your back. She stilled, not daring to move an inch.

“Like this?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“Yes.” Her breath ghosted the shell of your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. You could feel your heart hammering in your throat, almost sure that Brienne could hear its frantic beat. The morning air buzzed with an electricity that you were sure she must feel as well, you couldn’t be the only one.

Brienne could feel it, of course she could. There was the heat rising in her cheeks as your bodies pressed against each other, the seemingly magnetic force that pulled her lips closer and closer to your cheek. She hadn’t felt like this before, not really anyway, not in any serious sort of way. Why weren’t you flinching away? Why were you pushing yourself further into her, as if you craved her touch? She swallowed hard, pushing down her own feelings, and took a step back, letting go of your hand.

“Perfect.” She broke the silence, ignoring the muffled groan you released at the loss of her body heat.

“Chin up.” You could tell Brienne was in her element and you were more than happy to oblige, lifting your chin, your eyes never leaving hers.

“Your footwork is not to be underestimated, you need to be steady on your feet. Follow my lead,” Brienne began an elegant dance around you. Your eyes flicked to her feet, trying to mimic her graceful steps, quite sure that you were failing miserably.

Brienne smiled encouragingly, “that’s it, step back.”

“Are you always this gentle with people you train?” You teased, grinning up at her fondly.

The wind carried her melodic laugh to your ears, you were sure you had never heard a more beautiful sound.

“I don’t usually train princesses,” Brienne’s smile was lighter than you had seen it the entire journey. Without warning, she lunged towards you, her sword stopping inches from your throat. Your breath hitched, pupils widening as you gazed along the length of the blade, which reflected the first light of the morning sun, straight into the bright blue pools of Brienne’s eyes.

“Next lesson,” Brienne smirked. “Don’t get distracted.”

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You couldn’t explain the unexpected weight in your chest as you approached King’s Landing. You knew Brienne would return to Catelyn Stark, and that you may never see her again. Your chest constricted at the thought, tears beginning to form.

“My lady?” Brienne noticed your steps slowing as you neared your destination.

“Is everything alright?” Genuine concern marred her features.

You swiped at a lone tear on your cheek, painting a false smile on your face. You couldn’t handle the rejection if you told her how you really felt.

“Yes, absolutely,” you nodded vigorously, hoping not to seem too over the top. Brienne’s eyes swept once down your form, lingering for a moment on your lips. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, seemingly deciding against it and nodding curtly, escorting you the rest of the way, a tense silence shrouding the pair of you like a veil.

Your father granted Brienne quarters for the night as thanks for returning you safely back to King’s Landing. She accepted them graciously and you breathed a sigh of relief. One night. You had one more night. And damn you would make it count.

But first, a visit to the baths was in order - god knows you needed a bath more than ever. You relished the feeling of steaming water all around you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you allowed your head to fall back on the edge of the bath, a soft moan passing your lips in satisfaction. You imagined what it would be like to have Brienne next to you. To have her hands on you, her body pressed against yours, you wondered if her lips were as soft as they appeared, how she tasted… You reached a hand between your legs, nearing your throbbing core, fingers ghosting your sex...

“Oh, my lady, I’m sorry,” a familiar voice brought you out of your reverie.

In your shock, you jumped to your feet, clumsily banging your head against the back of the tub. A sudden sense of cold made you realize you were standing in the middle of the bath, stark naked, facing the object of your affections. Your hands shot up self-consciously as you tried (and failed miserably) to cover yourself, a flush of embarrassment rising to your cheeks.

Brienne mirrored your embarrassment, averting her eyes, her back stiff, rooted into place. “I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she mumbled, unable to keep her eyes from wandering towards where you were still standing, naked and trembling.

“Not at all,” you finally managed to choke out. Her eyes did a double take and she took a step forward, gaze raking over your middle.

“Brienne?”

“You’re hurt.” Her gaze was soft, her voice remorseful.

“What? Oh.” Right. The bruises on your ribs from the rope. “It’s fine, I promise, they’ll go away soon enough.”

Brienne didn’t seem convinced. “I’m so sorry, my lady, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Please, Brienne, it’s Y/N”

Brienne hesitated. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll take my leave now, I can always use the baths later. I won’t disturb you any longer.”

Before you could protest, Brienne left you standing in the middle of the baths, shivering and alone.

Well that went well. Fuck. You groaned and sunk back down into the bath, squeezing your eyes shut and chastising yourself for being so awkward.

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Standing in front of Brienne’s chambers for the night, you could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You smoothed your gown for what felt like the hundredth time, wiping the sweat from your palms, and tucked your hair behind your ear.

You can do this. All you have to do is knock. It’s just Brienne. Maybe if you count to three… 3…2…

The door swung open. Brienne was already in her nightclothes, her armor discarded on a chair just behind her.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, my lady?” She asked, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Brienne, I’ve told you… it’s Y/N. May I come in?”

Still confused, Brienne stepped aside and gestured for you to join her in her quarters, shutting the door gently behind you.

You walked straight through the room to the open balcony, desperate for some fresh air, Brienne trailing several steps behind you. The full moon cast a faint, silvery glow upon you, the night air was still and cool. A distinctly flowery scent wafted up from the gardens below, helping to calm your nerves.

“So you’re leaving tomorrow?”

“I pledged my service to Catelyn Stark, I will be returning to her.”

“Oh. I mean, yes, of course you will.”

“Y/N?” Brienne’s voice was suddenly much closer than before.

You whirled around and she was inches away from you, eyeing you curiously.

“Brienne?” It was as if the air had been sucked out of the atmosphere. A heat spread throughout your core, warming you from the inside. Brienne’s sapphire gaze kept you locked into place, your back pressed against the railing of the balcony.

“Why did you come here?” She seemed apprehensive, shifting from one foot to another.

Why did you come here? Was it just to see Brienne again, to say goodbye? To thank her for getting you safely to King’s Landing? To absolutely ravish her as you had been craving since you had first laid eyes on her? Or was it to tell her that, somewhere in between being slung over her shoulder, tied to a tree, waking up in her arms and walking halfway across the country, you had fallen hopelessly in love with her?

It was then that you realized Brienne was still expecting an answer - she was trying to remain stoic, that much you could tell, but every second that you stood there, rooted at the spot, gaping at her without saying a word, made her more nervous.

“If you’ve just come to stare at me, then I would much prefer it if you’d take your leave.” Brienne’s face was slowly turning red and she stepped aside, gesturing to the door. “I’ve had enough of that to last me an entire lifetime.”

“No, wait!” You grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer until her body was flush against yours. You had to tilt your head back to make eye contact with her, which brought a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

“Brienne,” you were breathless, your voice barely above a whisper. “I apologize for staring, I’ve just never found anyone so beautiful before.”

“Beautiful,” Brienne scoffed, glaring down at you in true anger. “I have known many people to be cruel to me, to mock me, but I truly thought you were different.” Her gaze was hard, an old wound laid bare in her eyes, her lips quivering. She made to turn around but you were faster, hands shooting out to hold her hips in place. The physical touch surprised her and she stilled, a curiosity slowly joining the anger in her face.

“Brienne, please . When I defended you against those men, that very first day, I meant it. When I look at you, I see strength and elegance, in the way you fight and wield your sword - you are the most impressive swordswoman I have ever seen. I see loyalty and kindness in the way you treat others. And, yes, Brienne, I see beauty.”

You reached up a hand to cup her cheek. It was warm to the touch, the porcelain skin tinted pink after listening to your compliments, smooth as glass. Your thumb traced over her cheekbone, then lightly grazed her lower lip. You met her gaze, hoping against all odds that she would believe you.

“I have never been as captivated by another’s beauty as I am by yours.” You tucked a loose, golden curl behind Brienne’s ear, your fingertips lingering for a moment at the side of her jaw. Your gaze shifted down to her lips and you felt a wetness pool between your thighs as Brienne’s tongue darted out to moisten her own lips.

“Y/N?” Brienne’s voice sounded so far away. Your ears were ringing again, the air around you thick. Your own breathing felt labored, shallow, a hot coil forming in your stomach. Before you knew what you were doing, before you could regret it, you flung your arms around Brienne’s neck and pulled her down to close the distance between you, lips crashing needily against hers. Only hers didn’t respond.

Fuck. Pulling away, you gasped for air. “You didn’t want that. I’m so sorry,” you pushed Brienne aside, unable to look at her. If you had, you’d have seen the wonder in her expression. Instead, you rushed towards the door, apologies pouring out of your mouth.

“Wait.” Against your better judgment, you stopped in your tracks. “Did you actually want to kiss me?”

The question made you spin around so fast you were nearly dizzy. “Are you serious? I have wanted nothing more for the past week, Brienne.”

The taller woman took three large strides across the room, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She stopped in front of you, her hands landing on your waist, and bowed her head down, catching your lips with hers. It was a softer kiss, much less sloppy, definitely reciprocated. You snaked your hands up into her silky hair, tugging slightly and eliciting a soft moan from the taller woman, whose fingers dug into your hips. Your tongue swiped at her lower lip, a silent plea for entry. After a moment’s consideration, Brienne’s lips parted, conceding your request and allowing your tongue to explore the contours of her mouth, to taste her for the very first time.

It was only when you were gasping for air that you pulled away, leaning your forehead against Brienne’s, nuzzling your nose against hers.

You became aware of an intense throbbing between your legs and you squeezed your thighs together, your hand sliding out of Brienne’s curls, landing on her collarbone and grazing over the exposed skin there. You noticed by the absence of warmth on your face that Brienne was suddenly holding her breath.

“May I?” You played lightly with the string of her shirt, catching her eyes. Brienne nodded slowly, her gaze flitting between your eyes and your fingers on her shirt. You carefully undid her shirt, fingers beginning to slide it off her shoulders, brushing against the flushed skin, electricity pricking at your fingers.

“I’ve never slept with anyone before.” Brienne’s voice was low and breathy, her face worried. With one hand, you held up her shirt, making sure to keep her covered, with the other you tilted her chin down to face you and made sure to meet her gaze.

“We don’t have to do anything. Please tell me what you want to do, Brienne, I promise I won’t be upset.”

There was a beat, a moment where the world stood still. Brienne searched your eyes, her lips parting ever so slightly. Moonlight bathed the two of you in a soft glow, stopping time.

“I want to.” It was barely above a whisper. Your grip on her undone shirt loosened, allowing it to fall away, exposing perfect breasts, nipples erect against the chill coming in from the open balcony. You placed open mouthed kisses to her collarbone, her chest, each breast, down her stomach, until you reached her trousers. You slid them down her long legs, then came up again to face her.

“Help me with my dress?” You spun around, gathering your hair over your shoulder, allowing Brienne to unlace you with shaky fingers. The fabric streamed down your body, gathering at your feet. Your whole body vibrated with anticipation as Brienne’s hand stopped at your lower back. You turned to face her once more, taking her hands in your own and guiding her slowly backwards until the backs of her knees hit the bed.

“Sit,” you commanded gently. Brienne was eager to do as she was told, scooting back onto the bed.

“Can these go?” You motioned sweetly to her underwear, smiling as she nodded furiously and pulling them down her legs in one swift motion. You placed your hands on her knees and gently spread her legs. Her cunt was dripping, glistening. An obscene moan escaped your mouth. Your eyes met, Brienne’s pupils blown with desire.

Quickly ridding yourself of your own undergarments, you straddled her lap, attaching your mouth to her breast and sucking, gently at first, then harder, wanting to leave a mark, to claim her as yours. Brienne gasped, her hand tangling in your hair, pushing your face farther into her breast, squirming underneath you.

“Someone’s excited,” you moaned huskily, dropping your voice a few octaves, loving how Brienne whimpered as you moved your attention to her other breast.

“That’s it. I want to hear you.”

You moved your lips to hers, tongue begging for entry as your fingers kneaded her breasts, pinched her nipples. You swallowed Brienne’s moans as your hands worked their way lower and lower until finally reaching her center.

“Are you sure?” Your fingers twitched, stopping just short of Brienne’s cunt. You needed the verbal confirmation from her. If it were possible, she looked even more gorgeous, bathed in moonlight, lips swollen from your kisses, hair mussed, beads of sweat forming at her brow. Your heart skipped a beat just looking at her.

Brienne was grappling with her own desire blooming within her. Sure, she had felt desire for another before. She had imagined what it would feel like to be pleasured, to have someone’s hands upon her. But what she imagined hadn’t come close to this.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Brienne confirmed, voice a few octaves lower than usual.

Your fingers ran the length of her folds, she was already dripping for you. You circled her clit once, keeping an eye on her face to see the reaction you would elicit. Brienne let out a guttural moan, hips twitching involuntarily, her face contorted with pleasure.

The aroma of her arousal hung heavy in the air, spurring you on. You felt your own arousal drip down your thighs, but that would have to wait - all that mattered right now was the goddess beneath you.

“This for me?” you gently dipped one finger into Brienne, enjoying how she whimpered for you. “You like that?”

You met Brienne’s eyes, wide with lust. She nodded, flushed chest rising and falling with her ragged breaths. You began dragging your finger in and out, slowly at first, then adding a second finger, eliciting a vulgar groan from your partner. You moaned in response, your fingers picking up the pace, thumb moving up to rub her clit. Her thighs began to shake and her hands gripped the furs on the bed, knuckles turning white. Your fingers worked faster and faster, curling into her soft spot, adoring the way Brienne’s mouth hung open, her eyes rolled back.

She was close, you could tell by the way her thighs trembled and her pussy clenched tightly around your fingers.

“That’s it,” you cooed. Your thumb circled her clit, once, twice, three more times, helping her to ride out her first orgasm, whispering praise into her ear as she came onto your fingers. You pulled your digits out of her cunt and brought them to your lips. Brienne watched intently as you sucked your fingers clean, never breaking eye contact. Brienne tasted even better than you could have imagined and a carnal urge overtook you in that moment as heat pooled between your legs - you knew you weren’t done with her.

You sunk down onto your knees, gently hooking Brienne’s leg over your shoulder.

“Is this alright? Are you comfortable?”

Brienne smiled shyly. “Very.” She bit down on her lip, brow furrowing slightly. “Is there… Can I do something?”

You let out a low chuckle, your arm coming around her thigh to hold her steady. “Tonight is all about you.”

You placed light kisses along her inner thighs, biting and sucking at the supple skin, leaving little red marks for her to discover the next day, before finally flattening your tongue and licking her from her entrance to her clit. Brienne sucked in a breath, her hips rolling against your face, desperate to gain more friction. From below, you reached out and found her hands, guiding them to your head and giving her silent permission to tangle her fingers into your hair.

The sound of her moans filled the air as you sucked her throbbing clit, feeling Brienne come undone.

“F-faster, please,” the words tumbled from her lips as her hips bucked wildly against your face. Your nails dug into her thighs, holding her in place as you flicked your tongue against her center. Her long, slender fingers pulled at your hair, the sensation causing you to groan into her cunt. You reached one hand down between your own legs to rub your own clit, unable to bear the throbbing of your pussy any longer.

Brienne’s legs shook, her hips ground erratically into your mouth as she reached her second high. All at once she teetered over the edge, arching her back and tipping her head back, vulgar moans dripping from her lips as she rode out her orgasm on your face. You reached your own climax moments later, cumming over your own fingers.

Brienne fell back onto the bed in a heap of exhaustion. She looked down to meet your gaze, chest heaving, a laugh bubbling up out of her. She sounded so carefree in that moment, you couldn’t help but laugh with her. She extended her arms to you and you crawled up the bed towards her.

Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, you snuggled into her chest, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close. She looked up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a shy smile playing upon her lips, then nuzzled her face into your neck and sighed in contentment.

“Brienne?” your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Y/N?” her eyes shone up at you, her fingertips danced absentmindedly along your collarbone.

“When I asked you to teach me how to sword fight, I said I wanted to protect you. I don’t know if I can ever protect you physically, but I would like to make an oath right now, nonetheless. An oath that I will always protect your heart.”

Brienne beamed at your words. “Do you swear it?”

“By the old gods and the new,” you replied solemnly.

You didn’t know what the morning would bring. Brienne would eventually have to return to Catelyn Stark, you knew this. But for now, she was nestled safely in your arms. Until the dawn broke, there was nothing that could tear her away from you. And if this was to be your last night together, at least it would be one worth remembering. The thought brought a smile to your face as you drifted off to sleep, cradling Brienne in your arms.

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