#brienne of tarth fanfic

[pinkthrone445]

~I need a favor~ Part 1

Part 2

Pairing:Brienne of tarth x Reader

Warnlings : (+18) None I think.

Gender: mostly fluff.

Summary:Returning from a big battle, your friend Brienne has news that will change both of your lives forever.

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You smiled as you felt the sun gently warm your face, stretched your muscles and sighed without yet opening your eyes. Today Brienne was coming back from one of her intense battles and that made you very happy, you missed her a lot. You and the blonde were friends or something like that for a while now, you were both attracted to each other, that was obvious, anyone who saw how you looked at each other and talked would notice. But you never tried to do anything about the mutual feelings because of her work, which required her to spend a lot of time away, she said she didn't want you to stay for weeks or months waiting for her not knowing if she would come back or not, if she was alive or not, she said she could never put you through that; but even though you were nothing, you still waited for her with anxiety and fear, even though you were nothing to each other, she was everything to you.

But none of that mattered, today she came back and that made you happy. Brienne would always stop by your house when she came back, even before she went to hers. But it was also true that your house was practically hers, too, because she spent more time in your rooms than in hers.

With laziness but excitement, you got out of bed and changed your garments, going to the kitchen so you could prepare an elaborate meal for when she arrived, you also made yourself something quick for breakfast.

The knock on the door surprised you, but it surprised you even more when the blonde was there at your door when you opened it, she had arrived much earlier than expected. Her face still had dirt and blood stains, that showed that she had not yet gone to present herself to the king to give a summary of the battle, she had returned from the battle directly to your house, which was very rare that happened since seeing the king as soon as she returned was a direct order that she should not break. But still she had broken it and was standing in front of your door with a big cut on her eyebrow, or something had gone horribly in battle or you didn't know what had happened, you tried to caress her face but she grabbed your hand preventing it, she quickly entered your house and locked the door. You followed her with your eyes as she walked around your house, just at that moment you noticed the cloth bag that she had hanging on her shoulder and resting on her hip, the blonde was muttering things to herself avoiding looking at you and without staying still for a second, she had not even said hello to you

-"Brienne... What's going on, you're scaring me, are you alright?"-You spoke slowly, worried that your voice would scare her. For the first time she looked into your eyes, the blood from the cut was about to cloud her vision

-"I am fine... I... I just need... To think..."-She muttered half lost, gripping the straps of the bag she was carrying tighter, so hard that her knuckles cracked white, with delicate steps you approached her

-"At least let me clean your wound"-you whispered but she took a step back looking at you scared, you were about to insist until you noticed how her bag moved on its own and you looked at her with more confusion

-"I need to show you something and I'm going to need your help, a favor for which I'll be in debt all my life, but there's no one else I can turn to for this" - she spoke with pleading in her tone of voice, and grabbed the cloth bag carefully-"Don't scream please" - she whispered before opening the bag and showing you a baby wrapped in a piece of cloth, sleeping peacefully with his thumb in her mouth, it was a small baby no more than a couple of months old. You opened your eyes wide and looked at her scared and confused

-"What did you do Brienne, where did you get that baby? Whose baby is that? "-You whispered, unable to take your eyes off the little creature that was now in the blonde's arms. The baby was small, but in your tall friend's arms, she looked even more tiny and fragile. They looked like an illustration of the books your mother read to you when you were little, where the paintings in those books exaggerated the size of people or things to generate great impacts on the memory of the reader and to show contrasts between the characters.

Brienne was holding the baby very carefully in her arms, but her body was shaking, when she looked up and fixed her gaze on yours, you could see the fear she had of holding the baby in her arms, even her eyes were a little watery and her lip was also trembling, she was terrified to hold that child in her arms, she was terrified to have such a fragile life depending on her

-"When we were coming back from the battle... We saw villages burned by the wildings, there were burned bodies everywhere, slaughtered bodies everywhere I looked, there were too many, so many that it turned my stomach and made me feel sick. As I was about to leave the place to continue on our way, I heard a cry in the distance, it seems that no one else paid attention to it except me, when I got closer to the origin of the crying, this little baby was wrapped in thick and warm furs next to the body of a dead wild woman. I knew that if the others saw the baby, they would want to kill it because it belongs to a savage and they hate them and I know that maybe the savages would have come back for him, but winter is coming and I couldn't leave it there to his fate hoping they would come for him. So I did the first thing that came to mind, I emptied my cloth bag and laid him down there carefully and brought him with me, fed him with milk from animals I found and took care of him as best I could, but I don't know what to do now, no one's going to believe he could be mine 'cause no man wants me and if they find out he's a savage, they'll kill him and I don't want that... I know it's a lot to ask, but I need you to help me take care of it, I can't do it alone"-Brienne begged, her voice trembling, and her eyes dropped a few tears

-"Brienne I would give my life for you and you know it, but I don't have the resources to raise a child, you know I don't make much cooking... Besides, I don't know anything about children..."-You whispered, still surprised to see the baby

-"I'll bring you everything he needs, food, clothes, medicine or whatever... I've also seen you take care of the ladies' children, you're excellent with them, at least you have more experience than me and that's already a big step forward. I won't leave you alone, I'll help you in any way I can and I'll come every day, but please help me, I'm begging you..."-the blonde pleaded, hugging the baby to her chest. The truth is that you owed a lot to her, If you had a house it was thanks to her, the same with the job you owned. She always got you what you needed and since you didn't have a family, every time you got sick, she took care of you. This was too much to ask, but you couldn't deny her anything.

-"Fine, but for the smell of him, he just popped and you are going to change him, and when you're done, you'll let me clean up and heal your wound"-You responded and went to finish the meal, you were very nervous and scared but you wanted to keep your composure because you had never seen the blonde so scared to do something as she was at that moment and you wanted to be someone she could trust and lean on. As you cooked, you watched as the blonde struggled to change it, meanwhile, the little baby touched its own diaper, staining its little hand and then passing it through your friend's arm, which made her scream and the baby laugh.

As you watched the awkward and beautiful interaction, you couldn't believe what you were doing, you had agreed to raise a baby with a woman you were madly in love, with the same woman you dreamed of starting a family together and who unintentionally, maybe it would become a reality.

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[theredquill]

hello fellow sapphics.

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[riocat01]

Always

Chapter 8

Eyan had a question for Brienne that she is not prepared to answer. Jaime helps her through a desperate struggle.

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[axelsagewrites]

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Warnings/Guides

【P】Platonic【P】 🆇Smut 18+🆇

Request Line Up and Request Rules

♡ Jon Snow ♡

🆇What he's like in bed🆇

Blind date

🆇Milady🆇

🆇Home Alone🆇

🆇Price of My Secrecy 🆇

Relationship Moodboard

🆇Couldn't Resist🆇

♡ Robb Stark ♡

Best Friend

Marriage night

🆇Dream🆇 🆇part two🆇

Frey Girl 🆇part two🆇

🆇I miss you🆇

Cloak

Honey Cakes (cloak part two or standalone)

Comfort

Sweet Girl

🆇NSFW Alphabet🆇

🆇Good girl🆇

Yearbook

Don't Die For Me

🆇Little Secret🆇

🆇Can't Catch a Break🆇

Goodnight Dear Husband

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Most People Say Goodbye Part One - Part Two

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♡ Beric Dondarrian ♡

Home

♡ Thoros of Myr ♡

Favourite Friend

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🆇MiLord🆇

🆇Wife🆇

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🆇My Father Would Kill Me🆇

🆇Catch You🆇

🆇How Far Would You Go🆇

🆇Appreciate You🆇

🆇Bath🆇

🆇Little Mouse🆇

♡Roose Bolton♡

Perhaps

Not Yet

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【P】Who We Call Family【P】

My Queen My Love

♡Theon Greyjoy♡

Dream of Sweet Memories

🆇Give it back🆇

♡Sansa Stark♡

Roommates

🆇NSFW Alphabet🆇

🆇What's This?🆇

Surprise Visit

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🆇Praise🆇

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🆇My Queen🆇

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🆇Duty🆇

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🆇Ropes🆇

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🆇Morning🆇

♡Tormund♡

🆇Real Man🆇

🆇Use your words🆇

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Flirting

Preferences/Multicharacter

🆇Company🆇 - Yara and Ellaria threesome

🆇What they're like in bed🆇 – Robb, Jon, Sandor, Podrick

How they react to teasing – all

🆇What They're Like in Bed🆇 – Margaery, Sansa, Danny, Yara

Share pt1 🆇Competition pt2🆇 🆇Wait p3🆇 - Robb and Jon

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[thewench-and-thekingslayer]

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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[agathaandbrienneslesbian]

Snow Day

Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Princess!Reader

Hello everyone and Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Blessed Yule to all of you <3 Just as promised, here is the little fluffy Brienne Fic. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Additionally, I now have a Taglist so make sure to fill out the form so I know who to tag where <3

Big thanks to @weemssapphic and some of my other friends for beta reading my story <3

Disclaimer: English is not my first language!

Warnings: None. Just fluff and cutie patootie Brienne <3

Authors Note: Y/N has been left alone in the castle, as her parents went to another kingdom for an assize. Alone? No. They left Ser Brienne of Tarth to look after their daughter. The best Knight in all of the seven kingdoms surely would be able to protect their child if something were to happen. Little do they know that their daughter and Brienne might enjoy their time alone a bit more than anticipated.

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“This is so boring”, you groaned as you slumped onto the cushions that laid in front of the big window in your chambers, looking outside and watching the snowflakes dance their way to the ground. 

Your parents, the King and the Queen, have been gone for a week now, and they won’t return for another. Being alone in a big castle with nothing to do except for reading and simply… existing… wasn’t too thrilling for you. There was, however, a little light at the end of the tunnel. Your parents decided that you shouldn’t be alone whilst they were gone, and therefore left you under the watchful eyes of Brienne of Tarth. 

THE Brienne of Tarth. The strongest knight in all the seven kingdoms and your secret crush. Yes, it's true. You’ve admired her for a long time, and being alone with her was the cherry on top of the cake. One week alone with her and one week still to come, and she still kept a respectful distance, no matter how many times you tried chatting her up. On some occasions, even tripped on purpose so that she would have to catch you, only for her to set you on your feet and immediately take a step back. You loved how respectful and careful she was with you, but you just wanted to be able to cuddle up to her and run your fingers through that short, blonde and so soft-looking hair. You let out a frustrated sigh and leaned your head on the windowsill. 

“I’m sorry you feel that way, my Lady. Perhaps we could go into the library to read?” Brienne offered, pulling you from your thoughts. You jumped slightly and turned to look at her. Since when has she been standing at the entrance to your room? She stood there in her royal Knights tunic, a belt fastened around her waist. You couldn’t get enough of the sight, staring at her without noticing as your cheeks flushed a light pink hue. 

“My Lady?” the blonde tried again, ripping you from your thoughts once more. You let out a sigh. 

“I don’t know… I don’t really feel like reading” You turned your head to the window again, not wanting to make her uncomfortable with your very obvious staring. Watching the snowflakes get less and less, you suddenly had an idea, sitting up quickly, which made Brienne jump a bit at the abruptness of your movement. 

“Let’s go outside!” you suggested, turning your face to look at Brienne again with a wide smile. “Just for a walk!” 

“I don’t know, my Lady…” Brienne was clearly hesitant and whilst you didn’t want to push her, you still wanted to do something else than just read and lounge around. You decided to give her your best puppy eyes. 

“Please? Oh, please Ser!” You flutter your eyelashes and look at her with a pleading expression. The Knight thought for a second, then sighed and nodded. 

“Alright.” She said, and you sprang up in excitement. You walked to your closet, pulled out your winter coat and furs and set them on your bed. Looking up, you saw Brienne still standing there. Was she waiting for you? 

“I can meet you down in the hall so you can get ready too.” You offered, and she waited for a second, thinking and then nodding. 

“I will be awaiting you in the Great Hall, my Lady.” She replied before leaving your room to get ready herself. You quickly threw on your coat and wrapped the furs around your shoulders, attaching them with straps so they wouldn’t fall. You put on your thick winter shoewear, grabbed your gloves and after a last look into the mirror you left your chambers. Just as promised, Brienne was waiting for you in the great hall, clad in her furs and thick boots. She had her sword strapped to her belt again and was holding the grip, resting her hand on it. Brienne looked absolutely stunning, standing there, hand on her sword, clad in her winter coat. You swallowed dryly and felt your cheeks flush as you approached her. Smiling sweetly at her, Brienne nodded and opened the door for you. 

The cold air felt nice as you stepped into the open. Brienne and you walked through the garden towards the little forested area in silence, just enjoying the fresh air. The forest was dark, snow covering every surface. No tree, nor branch, nor leaf was showing. It looked as if you were walking through a magical portal. The only sound you heard was the soft whistling of the wind and your and Brienne’s footsteps in the snow. 

“It’s beautiful, isn't it?” You asked, turning your head to look at Brienne who wore a soft, almost invisible smile, and she hummed in agreement. Her cheeks and nose were pink from the cold, and her eyes sparkled in the cold atmosphere. She looked ethereal. Your ears grew hot with a blush and you decided to look around. You reached an open area, surrounded by trees, and that’s when you had an idea. Bending down, you grabbed some snow, rolling it into a ball and then throwing it at the unexpecting blonde. With a soft ‘thud’ the snowball broke apart against the Knight’s coat, and she looked at you with surprise. You giggled. 

“Let’s have a snowball fight!” You said, already leaning down again to pick up more snow. 

“My Lady, I don't think this is a good idea. Maybe we should go back now. Your cheeks are all red. I wouldn't want you getting sick!” Brienne replied, but you didn’t answer, simply throwing another snowball at her with a teasing smirk. 

“Come on Ser! It’s so nice here and the snow is perfect!” leaning down, you collected some more snow, creating another snowball and throwing it at her. Brienne seemed unsure, you saw it on her face. She wanted to let go and have fun, but she held herself back. 

“I know you want to! Just do it! Promise I won’t be mad if you hit me. IF you manage to hit me.” You tease, hoping that would get her playful spirit up. The smirk on your face widened when you saw Brienne resting a hand on her hip, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“IF?” she asked “I don’t want to brag, but my aim is rather precise,” she said warningly, staring you down, but there was a playful smile tugging at her lips. You got her right where you wanted her. 

“I’ll only believe it if I see it. Until then, I guess you’re just bad at snowball fights!” You teased, taking a step closer, and watched Brienne break her protective wall she built up. All the talking and the time you got to spend together made Brienne want to open up to you. You didn’t know it, but Brienne fell for you, hard. The first time she saw you, she was starstruck. The way your lips curled into a sweet and welcoming smile every time you saw her, the way your eyes sparkled and how animatedly you talked to her about your favourite topics, and she absolutely adored how clumsy you are. This week was difficult for Brienne for she wanted nothing more but to confess her feelings for you. But she didn’t. She was afraid you would reject her, so she kept her distance, but you made it more difficult every single day. 

“I think you’re just a coward,” you test her, playful smile on your face as you throw another snowball at her. Her gaze turned into a competitive smirk, and at that moment you almost regretted teasing her so much. You knew her strength, her poise, her grace. You knew she would have you yield within seconds in a snowball fight, but you stood your ground. Wanting her to let loose and have fun for once. 

“I’ll give you 10 seconds,” she simply said as she leaned down and started collecting snow for a snowball. It took you about 3 seconds to realise what she had just said, then your eyes widened, and you started grabbing snow, running away with a wide smile, a laugh threatening to spill over your lips. The moment you thought you had enough distance from her, you turned around, only to be hit by a snowball with deadly precision. It hit your chest and the snow trickled down your coat into your garments. You shrieked and just threw a snowball blindly, trying to shake the snow out of your coat. When you looked back up, a single laugh left your lips. You had hit Brienne square in the face with the snowball. Trying not to laugh too much, you took shaking breaths. 

“I am so sorry, Ser. Are you okay?”  You took a step forward, then stopped dead in your tracks. Brienne wiped the snow off her face and looked at you with determination, a dangerous smile on her lips. 

“I’ll get you back for that, Princess!” She said as she started charging towards you, snow in her hand. You squeaked and started running away, unable to hold your laughter back any more. You stumbled and tripped over snow, slipping and sliding the more you tried to run.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeated over and over again between gasps of air and laughs. You turned around, wanting to see how close Brienne was, when you suddenly slipped and fell over, rolling onto your back with a laugh. Brienne came to an abrupt halt, which caused her to slip, falling onto the soft snowy ground next to you. She had a huge smile plastered on her face and quickly gathered some snow to throw it on you. You squealed again, wriggling around to free yourself of the snow. Brienne started giggling quietly and watched you, cheeks and nose rosy from the cold, the soft wrinkles next to your eyes from laughing and the wide smile plastered on your face. She was madly in love with you. With a swift move, you turn towards her, thinking it to be the best way to get rid of her throwing snow onto you. Rolling around, you suddenly realised that she was much closer than anticipated. You bumped into her chest, coming face to face with the strong blonde, who instinctively wrapped her arms around you. Your laughs came to a halt, just looking up at her with a smile, admiring her face. Brienne blushed darkly, she wanted to separate again, give you space, but she found herself unable to when you slowly leaned up and pecked the corner of her lips. She closed her eyes, just for a second, taking a shaky breath. 

You did it. Suddenly, the realisation of what you did just hit you as you made eye contact with the Knight. Suddenly, you felt afraid. Before you could pull away and start rambling, the blonde cupped your cheek, pulling you close to plant a soft kiss on your lips, which you reciprocated gladly. She pulled away, stroking your cheek gently, looking into your eyes deeply. You smiled at her and your smile was so wide and happy, Brienne felt her heart burst. All the smiles, all the accidental touches, all the moments where you were so close to her and she pulled away. She now realised that you felt the same all along, and it filled her heart with joy and love. You pecked her lips again quickly, and then a shudder went through you, making Brienne frown. 

“Are you cold?” she asked, sitting up and pulling you up with her. You nodded. 

“Let's go back then. I don’t want you to get sick. Come!” She stood, pulling you up with her, and you held close onto her arm. You couldn’t believe it. She felt the same, she actually felt the same. This was no one-sided love. You were overjoyed. 

The walk back to the castle was quiet. The both of you enjoying each other’s company, basking in the closeness that both of you have longed for so long. Walking into the castle, Brienne and you made your way to the library to warm up in front of the fire. Both of your coats were taken by the maids, taking them back to your chambers to clean them and put them back in the closets. The maids brought some tea for the two of you to warm up whilst you sat in front of the fireplace on the heaps of pillows and furs to warm up. 

You leaned against Brienne as she had her arms wrapped around you, holding you close to her. You turned your head, looking up at her and pressing a kiss to her cheek, making her smile. 

“Brienne?” you asked, nervous about her reaction to you using her first name. The tall blonde blushed. Her name sounded so beautiful coming from you. Like a melody, like a prayer. She hummed in response, urging you to continue. You sat up, taking a deep breath and looking into her eyes. She grew nervous seeing you so anxious.

“May… May I court you… Brienne of Tarth. Properly court you?” You watched her reaction before continuing. Her eyes widened as she watched you, speechless. Was this really happening?

“I- I have found myself a fool for you ever since I laid my eyes on you for the first time. So..- here I ask you. Will you allow me to court you, to cherish you… to love you?” You looked at her, holding your breath in nervous anticipation of her answer. Brienne nodded gently, tears threatening to swell in her eyes. She couldn’t believe her ears. But you were so sincere, you… you really loved her. She sat up, went on one knee and held your hand, looking into your eyes. 

“My Lady… Y/N,” she started, “I will shield your back and give my life for yours if it comes to that. I swear it by the old gods and the new. I am yours, eternally.” You smiled at her, not being able to hold back your tears, as you wrapped your arms around her and kissed her lips. Her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close to her as she let her emotions flow freely. Not once has she felt this loved and cherished. You pulled away, cupping her cheeks and wiping her tears from under her eyes. 

“My Brienne,” you whispered, sealing the promise with a kiss once more.

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[lovingkvinner]

Y/n: Larissa….?

Larissa: yes darling

Y/n: woul- would you still love me if I was a worm?

Larissa: my love of course I would still love you *grabs your face*

Y/n: really?

Larissa: yes a thousand times over, i would shapeshift into a worm and we would live in the soil of the forests outside nevermore and we would have our own tiny little worm cottage and I would shapeshift to go to work and bring us food then I would come straight back in worm form and we would live happily as little worms together forever.

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[weemssapphic]

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.

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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.

----

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.”

----

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.

----

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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(Brienne of Tarth x Named Reader; Angsty; Hurt/Slight Comfort) (TW: Suic*de attempt; Suic*dal ideations/thoughts; Slight Romanticization of mental illness)

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“An autumn whisper between the maples kept urging: Die with me.” ~ Anna Akhmatova

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A Fool’s Death.

That’s what they call it.

A Fool’s Death. You’re a coward if you do it. You’re a lazy bastard if you live with thoughts of it. You’re a selfish prick of a soul either way.

There’s no winning and there’s no losing. There’s no talk of it. Not even a mention. Not even a whisper. And if there is, you are spoken of. Judged. Scrutinized until The Fool’s Death becomes your death. Until the village and its people and everyone in your family are forced to spit upon your narcissistic bones and claim you disowned even though there is nothing left to claim and nothing left to disown. Just a corpse that is cold and dull and useless.

Cold and dull and useless.

You think that’s how you’ll do it.

Winter has already carried her snow and chill and winds into the region, laying it all upon the land like a warm blanket around a small child’s body. Painting everything white and leaving it to glisten to sludge beneath the eventual heat of the spring sun. A perfect time for rebirth. A perfect time for death.

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Your hands shake as you slowly pull open the door to your quarters, wincing while it creaks and groans, forcing you to stop every time a noise rings out into the empty hall. Your heart, pounding away in your ears, ruins your sense of hearing while you stand like a statue within your own doorway. Anxiety slips through your bones. Fear pulls at you. The last desire you have is to wake everyone in the castle and call attention to yourself. No, having eyes and ears on you while you lay in the snow and wait for the freeze to set in is less than ideal. A Fool’s Death, after all, is never A Fool’s Death if done with company.

So once you decide that the corridors are empty and you can slip out through the back entrance into the kitchens, you do exactly that. A singular torch is lit, burning away within its stone perch, nearly beckoning you closer with its dancing flame. You trail toward it and stop there, watching it for a moment, reveling in the last bit of warmth that your skin will ever feel. You know that some hours later, when the moon is long gone and the clouds block the sun and the stars keep themselves veiled, you will no longer be able to feel fire. You will no longer be able to feel ice. You will no longer be able to feel the breath in your lungs leave you in short pants. It will all bleed into the same numb feeling. And you will freeze until Mother Nature tells you to thaw. And once your body has been revealed to the changing air of the seasons, once the earth’s creatures start to take advantage of your indirect kindness, you also know that your frozen flesh will not be mourned. Because no one will cry for you. And no one will beg the gods, both old and new, to bring you back. And no one will waste another precious breath worrying about who you were.

You, who were just another soldier out of an army of hundreds. A faceless woman. A person easily replaced. Inconsequential in every sense of the word. Your family was dead, your acquaintances were no more than good mornings and good nights, your position would be filled as soon as you broke rank. And no one would notice your absence. The Lord Commander wouldn’t even blink. The royal family wouldn’t even spare a thought. Though then again, it wasn’t like you deserved their thoughts, their sympathies, their prayers anyway. You weren’t a war hero and you weren’t important and you didn’t do anything beyond follow orders and live your life. Well- that last bit would change, of course. As soon as you pull yourself away from the torch and get going.

The chill of night is a harsh contrast from the few minutes of firelight, but you find that your body, already shivering and slow beneath the thin white nightgown, doesn’t take true notice of the cold. You’re only propelled forward by a distant urge. A previously agreed upon understanding with no one but yourself: This was necessary. This is what it was going to come to anyway, whether you died a fool sooner or later. This was the way of the world and you were just another pawn amongst the masses. Going to war, front of the line, hoping to die in glory.

But there was no glory there. There was no glory in your measured footsteps and there was no glory in your sagging shoulders and tired expression. And there was no glory in your desire. How could there be? How could the good gods ever wish to touch you after your blasphemy? How could you hang your soul out to dry and still expect to find your place in Nirvana? They will call you a coward. They will call you a fool. They will call you a rotten whore and they will say that they wish you’d done it sooner. They will walk past your nonexistent grave without a wandering thought as to what your name was. You could’ve saved everyone the trouble, they will say. Could’ve saved them the breaths. Spared them of your quiet awkward presence. Making everyone uncomfortable. Leaving the men to tease and toss aside the idea of censoring themselves just because you were a woman. Not the only woman, but a woman nonetheless. Of course they held their tongues when The Lord Commander walked past, or sat at the table, or existed and breathed in their general vicinity, but that didn’t matter. Brienne of Tarth was not always around to control them nor comfort you - not that she did the latter anyway. You weren’t important enough for that.

And the universe seemed to agree. The path was laid out before you, lit by the silver moon, traced by the glow of the white ground. You’d decided on your resting place only a few days ago. During a morning patrol with some of the newer trainees, you came across a spot of smooth Earth. Two logs, parallel to each other, framed a large empty patch of snow. From where you stood, it looked like a beautiful painting that had yet to be finished. There was no subject- no goal- no lesson to be learned- no deeper meaning and no unintentional intentional wicked talent. But before that could be rectified, before it could be completed, it would have to be ruined. Once you’re long dead, you’ll find the time to apologize to Mother Nature, but as you trek over the last hill, you’re more focused on becoming one with the frozen ground.

The site of your death is far enough away from civilization, near the edge of a tall cliff, so any wandering strangers won’t bother to come too close. Well that’s what you tell yourself, living in hope as per usual; but in reality nothing is stopping another living creature from stumbling across your frozen corpse. The snow is thick, yes, but not thick enough to hide all of you. And the sun is only some hours away from rising. Oh well. It won’t matter anyway. You’ll be passed out by then, icicles hanging from your eyelashes and blue coating the lining of your lips. Your heart will be quiet, weak, in your frozen chest. Your hands will be limp. And the rest of you will be blanketed by the sweet tasty frost of death, creating a home for its festering teeth. Teeth that will bite and gnash and taste and tear - but their attacks will be in vain. You will be numb. So wonderfully, perfectly, fatefully, numb.

And your fingertips, for what it’s worth, are already tingling with the beginnings of it.

The beginnings of it.

‘It’ being your end, of course.

‘It’ being the thing you want. Desperately.

‘It’ being the Fool’s Death you were born to have.

Oh so poetic it was…

Oh so… lovely.

…

…

You blink suddenly, forcing the chilled tears out of your eyes. Damn wind… so cold… so refreshing… Your knees bend to crouch into the snow, slow and exhausted like the sluggish looking of your eyes. ‘Hello’ the snow grins- beams- smiles so cheerfully up at you, ‘come to see me again, have you? It’s only been a few days. But I have missed you so much. We all have missed you so much.’ And you glance up to take in the ‘we’; the looming trees and the deep blue sky and the twinkling stars and the sweet bright moon, and you nod to yourself. Yes. This is how it is. This is the perfect atmosphere.

This is the glory of a Fool’s Death.

This is the peace of a Fool’s Death.

This is salvation.

No loud men and no flickering fires and no furs and no royals and no company and no messy thoughts and no sleepless nights and no terrifying dreams and no days of forced starvation and no sadness, no sadness, no sadness, no sadness, no sadness, no sadness, no sadness, no sadness, no sadness, no sadness, no hope, no love, no happiness, no reason, no reason, no reason no reason no reason to live live live live live live live- live!

The thin white slip on your body shields you from nothing. Your palms sink into the soft fluff of the ground. Instantly, upon laying down, you’re soaked to the bone. Water finds itself languishing along your body, playing games and laughing while it gathers in your scalp and dances on your fingertips. And the snow, whispering near your ear and beckoning you to salvation, stretches its hands and says ‘Come, dear friend. Come rest here. I am soft. I will give you everything you want.’ So you rest. And you give in. And your body relaxes; your muscles unclench and the tension slides from your shoulders as a sigh bubbles past your lips.

Is it one of relief? One of stress? One of defeat? You’re not sure. You don’t know. Your heart is shuddering- pulsing- with excitement, but it’s a mystery as to why. Death is not supposed to feel good. Death is not supposed to feel powerful. Death is not supposed to feel like you’re finally grabbing life by the balls and saying HAH! THIS IS IT! THIS IS MY MOMENT! THIS IS MY DEATH! MY END! AND YOU CAN NEVER TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME.

… So why does it feel that way?

Why does it feel so good?

…

…The night is quiet. It does not have answers for you. The moon looks on with unblinking eyes. You feel yourself grow heavy.

But the deed is not over yet. There is still one thing left to do. Slowly, the snow falls away as your limbs stir. They move on autopilot, not drawn by the thoughts in your head but again pushed by that faint desire.

Heels digging, nails running blue, curling into the snow, pushing it away - only to drag it back five minutes later; hastily working to complete the masterpiece. Desperate to become one with the Earth and fall into oblivion. A deep, bone-cold, quieting oblivion that will leave you shivering before it leaves you dead. Even beneath the blanket of snow that caresses your skin, that lays over your bare legs, that nuzzles the sensitive parts of your body, you begin to shake. And you begin to think.

The thoughts, interestingly enough, don’t freeze like the rest of you does. Instead, they grow. Swirl like a winter’s storm. Obsessive and rough, they pull you under like they always did.

This is great, isn’t it?

No, you think in response to yourself. It hurts, actually.

Oh stop whining. It will be worth it.

Why? How?

For years, it has been worth it.

That doesn’t answer anything. How has it been worth it? Is that why I’ve been hurting so much? For the sake of worthiness? Or something else?

Well you never felt worthy of anything else.

But I feel worthy of this?

Death? Yes. Everyone is worthy of death. Even The Lord Commander.

…What does she have to do with this?

You know what.

Your hands grasp at the snow, mindless and desperate. Pulling and pulling and pulling - clawing at the crisp white so it can cover you until no part of you is left to the air. Shielding you from the hatred of the universe. From the angry eyes of the gods. From the venom of the men. From the disinterest of the women. From the world… and its lack of care for you. And its lack of positivity. And its rude- disgusting- vile- way of treating you. And its overwhelming desire to kill you before you could kill yourself.

Too late now. We’re at least one foot deep in the ground! This is it. Keep digging. Keep digging. Keep digging! No stopping here! No energy left. Nothing left, actually. Not a goddamn thing. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Nothing at all….

Nothing.

At all.

Your eyelids flutter shut.

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It’s two hours later when Ser Brienne of Tarth starts to wrap up her last duty of the evening.

A quick patrol of the furthest border is something not necessarily reserved for The Lord Commander, but is more of a safety measure she enforces upon herself before retiring for bed. Exhaustion pulls at her before she sets out, yes, but sometimes the nightmares… the white walkers… they leave her paranoid. Expectant of an attack that will never come. Worried about an enemy that no longer exists. Thus, she does it alone - and with only the royals’ knowledge.

It’s always a quiet affair, drawn along quickly by her and her steed Valour. They work with sharp eyes and a torch through the dark, stopping every few paces to listen for threats. There aren’t any, of course, but that doesn’t stop her from clip-clopping along the terrain with tense shoulders and keen senses, looking through the din of the torch’s fire in her hand. She has to be careful not to set her furs alight, but it’s not a hard task. Keeping it level, shunting it toward the ground and out toward the trees, proves to be more difficult. There’s no use in a flame if it can’t illuminate a damn th-

HUFF.

Valour’s hooves press into the snow, leaving them to stop - suddenly, quickly, with a jerk - as hot breath puffs from her nostrils and curls into the air. She’s tense, Brienne realizes. Tense and alert, with white ears twisting to take in sound. They stand in silence. Blue eyes watch as the animal’s head turns - first to the left and then to the right. But aside from the night and the usual rustle of the world, there is nothing. Nothing to hear, nothing to notice, nothing to fight or defend. Nothing to… find?

With one last sweep of the flame, she catches something quick. It’s nearly unnoticeable. Buried beneath the snow, but not one with the ground. It’s foreign. Out of place. A mere lump with no distinct beginning and end. Brienne chances a glance down at the horse, interest and apprehension dancing through her veins once she sees Valour’s eyes have caught the same thing. The same… intruder. The same issue.

When she slides off of the horse, half expecting to see the thing rise from the ground, one hand shoots to her sword. It waits. Curls around the hilt. Stretches beneath her glove. Twitches with adrenaline.

But there’s nothing. Not even a tremble beneath the dirt.

“Stay,” she whispers to Valour, moving the hand from her blade to gesture, palm facing the ground, for the horse to stand in wait.

And as cautiously, as quietly, as she can, Brienne approaches the mystery. She rounds one of the logs, taking notice of the odd placement, and tries not to wince each time her boots make a small crunch in the silence. Footprints will no doubt be left behind, but that doesn’t seem to bother her much as she catches sight of another pair in the distance. They’re small, the knight notices. With no distinct shape if not for a slight curve. The snow is kicked up, forced from its smooth blanket. Hurried in their demeanor. But slow in the amount of distance between each print.

Human, she thinks.

Human indeed, the snow hums; bearing all to see as it glistens beneath the firelight of her torch and brings Brienne to her unsightly treasure.

Frosted skin. A soaked nightgown. Arms and legs bitten by the chill.

Dead, she thinks.

No. Alive. The snow breathes.

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Someone is taking off your clothes. They’re cold, sticking to you, and little grunts follow as bits of your nightgown rip with the effort. Your body is shocked, shivering so hard that the stranger can’t keep you still and isn’t quite sure what to do. Eventually, a mind is made up and you’re stripped completely - then covered with woolen hose. At least two pairs- both of which are too big for you and hang by the feet and are quite loose around the waist, but the dresser doesn’t seem to care. Trousers are next. How many pairs? You don’t know. Then shirts. And furs. And even a pair of leather gloves that droop at the fingertips and gape at the wrists - but they’re warm and lined with wool and you can’t feel your body but that’s okay. You didn’t want to anyway. More grunting and growling and small whispered curses follow until you’re very much tucked into a bed far bigger than your own. It’s warm. Good. You’re numb and half-dead, but it’s good. Lovely, really. And the outside world doesn’t call your name as you close your eyes.

Waking up was not on your agenda.

It wasn’t even in the cards.

And you don’t really want to - but the universe never cared for your opinion. And it did what it wanted whenever it wanted anyway. So you have no choice.

Thus, your eyes flutter open and your lungs expand with breath and suddenly the world comes flooding back in one confusing twist of fate. Nausea wastes no time in tearing you down; instantly going to churn in the pit of your stomach and curl in the back of your throat and pound against the skin of your temples. A deep groan slips from between your chapped lips. The lining of your skull feels as though it’s been replaced with cotton.

The snow really took its chance, didn’t it? Brutal. Ruthless. At least the Earth doesn’t lie to you. At least the Earth doesn’t save you.

But someone did. Someone has.

They’re actually shuffling over; measured footsteps sounding like big loud stomps in your head. You close your eyes. Everything is too bright. Everything is too much.

“Morning.”

Hm. The voice sounds familiar. A bit wonky, like it’s far away, but familiar. You don’t have the energy to respond so you just let out a grunt and allow it to taper off into a weird rumbly hum.

“Hey,” there’s a sudden clicking noise near your ear, making you jolt and snort when your eyes flick open. There are fingers - long pale fingers snapping beside your head, falling silent when you glare up at the offender, only to find-

“Lah Commandah?!” Your tongue and throat are stiff and achy, keeping your speech limited and your voice strangled. You grimace at the sound and instantly try to growl the discomfort away, but she cuts you off.

“Don’t do that- you’ll just make it worse.” It comes out in a huff and silences you with ease.

She doesn’t look or seem very happy, which in turn makes you frown. It was a shot straight through the heart when the Lord Commander was in a bad mood - which surprisingly wasn’t always. In fact, she’d grown a little softer over the years. The tales talk of her unwilling attitude and stubborn pride, but sometimes she’s full of wit and humor. And on the best of days, she’ll give the most successful troops a small smile and a bow of her head. The only sign of ‘You did well’ that anyone would ever get from her. You’d never gotten a reaction like that before.

I wonder why she didn’t leave us out in the snow.

“Can you sit up?” Glacier blue eyes run over your face.

You’re not sure what you look like but you suppose it doesn’t matter. She’s seen worse.

“Dun-no, Lah Commandah,” you breathe, trying to do exactly that.

After the fifth try of shifting your arms and legs and quickly running out of strength, she seems to get the hint and suddenly large strong hands are sliding under your arms and tugging you up, then pushing you back. It’s done in one swift movement, leaving you dizzy while you rest your head against the wooden headboard of-… of a bed that certainly isn’t yours.

No, you’re definitely not in your own room. The layout is completely different. It’s more… it’s not pretty but it’s better looking than your own. Complete with greys and blacks and silvers and even a hint of red here and there. The fire that’s been crackling steadily in the background is clean and well-kept, where your room doesn’t even have space for one at all. And the curtains are drawn over the windows covering the right wall, leaving the place shrouded in a darkness that would have existed there anyway even if the curtains were open - it’s nighttime, pitch black outside, and suddenly you’re very much aware of the fact that you’ve kept your Lord Commander- The Brienne of Tarth- out of her own bed for more than a day.

By the time you blink yourself out of your dizzy distracted haze and try to find her form again, she’s already busy doing something else. Wringing out cloths over a bowl… and then returning to your side. Your lips, chapped and still tinged blue, open in an effort to say something- anything- but then a soft hot cloth is draped over your forehead, covering your temples, and suddenly you don’t have a damned thought left in your mind. The feeling is so nice. So blissful. You could stay like that forever.

If only the universe showed you mercy.

“It’s been two days since I found you,” the Lord Commander says, placing the bowl down gently on the side table beside the bed. Her eyes glance over your coverings, making sure the furs and gloves and shirts are all still in order. They are. She was very thorough before. She would not have made a mistake. There was no room for error.

But there’s room now for judgment. Judgment and disdain, and you’re terrified of those things and you really don’t want to have to hear her tell you that you’re a stupid wench and that the rest of the troops will forever make fun of you for your idiocy, so you swallow and wince and your hands twist together in your lap. The leather of the gloves is soft, well-worn, and the wool is only the tiniest bit matted - and you can’t help but admire the craftsmanship as you bring them up to your abdomen. They’re obviously not your gloves, just as everything else is not yours either, but you don’t know what to do first: apologize or thank her.

Honestly, you don’t really want to thank her - because she ruined your plan - but at the same time, she saved your life. Whether you wanted to end it or not doesn’t matter… because she would’ve helped you no matter what. And perhaps you’re selfish for being a little bit angry about it, maybe you’re being self-centered and dumb, but you can’t help the feeling of bitterness creep into your heart. You wanted to die… and she took that from you. She wanted you to live.

It was a duty. She doesn’t want anything. Anyone would have done it.

But that’s not true.

The men would have left you. Or hurt you. Or anything else.

But there she is, having gone through the trouble of saving you… and she’s looking down at you with a frown on her handsome face and a furrow to her light brows that seems like it never leaves and you wish so terribly that you could just tell her-

“I-m sorr-ey.” It’s a pathetic rasp of an apology, but it’s out of your mouth before you can catch it.

She blinks. You don’t know why her expression changes, why it softens into something less stern and concerned, but when it does you feel your breath catch in your throat. How anyone could see her as anything less than glorious is something you’ll never understand.

“Why were you out there.”

It’s a demand.

You look away, baring your eyes to the fire.

“…I sl-leep-wa-lk someti-”

“Bullshit.” She spits, one hand reaching down to curl into the bit of blanket that drapes over the side of the bed. Her expression has twisted back into one of anger. “Don’t you dare lie to me.”

But what other choice do you have?

How could you be honest?

Why did she, of all people, have to find you? And why like that? Why couldn’t she have walked into the bathhouse during the few times you’ve wept your eyes out in the steamy silence? Why couldn’t she have caught you staring at your horse, dread in your eyes as you fantasized about running away and never looking back? Why couldn’t she have stumbled upon your vulnerability when you were still willing to live?

Why did it take a Fool’s Death to finally grasp her attention?

You want to tell the truth… but you can’t.

You can’t.

So you lie again.

“Was out- on a s-strollll. Got- um- lost.” You try not to cringe at the sound of your own bad grammar. Turns out not having full feeling back in your mouth does indeed prohibit being able to speak properly.

The Lord Commander doesn’t seem to care much. In fact, she doesn’t seem to be focusing on that at all. Instead, her face has grown slack - and she’s looking at you hard. Leaning both of her hands on the side of the bed, broad shoulders going up near her neck, eyes peering through light lashes - like she’s using her stare alone to dig holes into your soul and she doesn’t need to say anything in order for you to understand that she simply doesn’t believe you. And why should she? Your lies are so obviously half-baked; only muddying up the truth; ruining what little of it can be said.

Still. She doesn’t let up. Her gaze starts to burn. Shame tugs at your cotton-lined skull. Guilt claws its way to the surface.

Pink lips, scarred on the top right, part slowly. There’s a soft inhale. You brace yourself, clutching your warm hands into fists.

“You were buried,” the Lord Commander says, barely even blinking as she looks at you. “Covered with snow.” She shakes her head and allows it to fall to her chest, letting out a scoff so quiet you had to strain to hear it. “One of the smartest soldiers I have… and you expect me to believe that you got lost on an evening stroll?” Her head comes up, eyes pinning you in place with such dull ferocity that you can’t look away. “You can’t be serious.”

It’s at that exact moment when you realize that you’re sweating. It is the amount of warm things covering your body? The clothing and the furs and the gloves? Or is it your Lord Commander’s attention? And the fact that it’s never been placed on you like that before? With such… such focus. Such- dare you even think it- care?

You swallow against the nervous lump in your throat.

‘One of the smartest soldiers I have…’

Well if you were as smart as she thinks you are, you’d be fucking honest, wouldn’t you? Yeah. You’d tell her the truth. You’d admit that you’re a coward.

But you can’t.

You can’t.

She spends all of that time training you, keeping an eye on you, making sure you’re fed and well-rested and looked after in her own roundabout Lord Commander type of way… and you repay her with…with what?

With suicide?

So disgraceful.

So horrible.

So shitty of you.

How terrible can a person be?

How-

“Are you crying?” Your Lord Commander gapes, certainly caught off guard by your sudden emotion.

“N-no?!” You stutter, just as shocked to find yourself reaching up and smearing salty tears along your cheeks.

Oh how embarrassing-!

You stupid girl!

This is why you wanted to do it in the first place!

Because all you do is just fucking embarrass yourself-!

“N-no? No- s-sorr-y La-Lor-d C-Com-”

“Enough with the Lord Commander,” she admonishes, cutting off your bumbling apology with a swift tsk. “In private, it’s Brienne.” Then she hesitates before letting out a sigh and taking a seat next to you on the side of her bed. “…I’m not your superior here.”

All you can do is blink.

I’m not your superior here.

So what are you?

That’s all you want to ask.

What are you to me then? What is this now?

But even if you did find the courage, you’re not sure what she’d say.

“Okay,” you sniff, trying your damnedest to stop the tears.

But they’re a direct result of your aching heart. And aching hearts have veins that scream in agony, wishing for nothing but silence. Utterly tranquility. The very absence of tension-filled life. And you can’t get rid of aching hearts and screaming veins without getting rid of yourself…. And your only chance to do that was destroyed. Trampled upon. Interrupted.

I just wanted to die. It rests on the very tip of your tongue but never spills out into the air.

Brienne is so clearly unsure of what to do; she’s sitting rigid in her spot and staring at a mark on the floor. You want to tell her it’s okay. You want to tell her that she doesn’t have to comfort you. You want to tell her to just let you go back into the woods again… let you find yourself back in the snow. And she can go on with her life and forget it ever happened.

But you can’t.

That’s not how it works.

That’ll never be how it works.

Foolish girl.

“…Why were you out there, Anya?” Brienne’s voice is softer than fresh lilies.

You know why.

You know why.

“…I c-can’t- I-”

Her head turns. Midnight blue eyes trace a line from your neck to your face, taking in the exhausted circles beneath your eyes and the blue-ish tinge to your skin and the utterly defeated look that blooms behind your expression. A war happens in you, taking place in the span of a moment, and you can do nothing but blink through lingering tears and stare at her.

“I can’t.” It’s a whisper. A confession all on its own.

I can’t… because you’ll think I’m a coward. And you’ll hate me. And I already hate myself enough for the both of us.

Brienne’s lips form a hard line, but she doesn’t say anything. She just peers back down at the floor and allows silence to creep into the room and lay between you both like a tired direwolf on its last legs.

The fire burns in the background. The sweat on your body cools. The dizziness in your head subsides.

It’s going to be okay, some part of you speaks. It’s going to be okay.

But you’ve told yourself that before, haven’t you?

And look where that got you.

It has to be at least 30 minutes later when Brienne finally speaks.

“There was a girl I knew once, in my early youth,” you watch her mouth move, enchanted and confused. Where was this going to lead? “She was older than me by two years. A pretty girl- like you.” Your heart trips over itself, but you don’t have time to dwell as she continues. “My father saw that, out of the very rare few, she was good to me - and so we were allowed to play often. For her it was ‘horsies’ and ‘hide and seek’, for me it was ‘swords’ and ‘knights’.” There’s a soft smile on her face, half hidden by the natural shadow of her body facing away from the hearth and half lit by the fire that lived there. Her lips twitch and she begins again. “We did everything together. She was a village girl but that didn’t matter… until it did. Time eventually caught up to us and we were forced to live our lives on our own. No more days of play and no more sharing stories.”

A soul-deep sadness settled into her eyes. She had yet to look at you. Maybe because it would make her too vulnerable… maybe because she didn’t want you to cry again. Either way, you felt yourself frown. Why was she telling you this? What happened?

And as if she could read your thoughts, she continues.

“By the time I was old enough to decide that I wanted to leave, she was already married. Kind husband, even though I only met him once. It was when I stopped in to say goodbye. I wanted to tell her that I’d write, whenever I found the time and place to do so.” Her hands, you notice, are fidgeting - running over and pulling each other quietly within her lap. The natural lines in her face grow darker as she falls back into her memories. “…I didn’t know she was struggling. I was so busy with my own life. My father’s wishes, my training, my fights with the men who challenged me… our communication grew slim. So I didn’t- I-… well.” Brienne swallows. “Her husband answered the door and when I asked after her, he burst into hysterics.”

Your heart stops.

She- no… She didn’t….

Brienne’s head goes up, her eyes turning to look at the ceiling - keeping her tears in her eyes, resistant in letting them fall. Resistant in being weak. You want to hold her and let her cry, but you know it’s not the time. She sniffs and her chest heaves with a sigh and it takes everything in you not to start sobbing. Tears build, they fall slowly, but your throat aches with held back sounds of distress.

“…She ended her life two days before I arrived.” A pause. Then- “A butter knife…,” she scoffs out a laugh and shakes her head, still pointing her face skyward - as if the gods have all the answers to her grief. “… I didn’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t know what to do with her husband. So I gave him my condolences and I left. Cried in the woods for as long as I could and kept going. And since then, I haven’t stopped.”

Despite her efforts, tears still creep over her eyelids and race down her cheeks. They mirror the ones on your own face - warm and sad and annoying in the stiff little trails left behind.

And you sit like that for a while, silently crying. Her gaze stuck to the heavens, thinking about the friend she lost; and your gaze stuck on her, thinking about the possible metaphor behind her actions. Behind the full circle-ness of it all. She couldn’t save her friend but she saved you. What did that mean in the grand scheme of your lives? What did any of it mean? How would you continue to train everyday after seeing your Lord Commander cry? After witnessing her care?

She saved us. She saved us. She saved us.

“Thank you,” comes your hoarse whisper- the first in-tact thing you’ve said since waking up.

The sound of your voice tugs Brienne out of her stupor and draws her eyes to your sad face. You don’t have the energy to give her a sympathetic smile, so you settle on a soft look. If it says all you need it to say, she doesn’t show it - but she does look away quickly and reaches up to brush the tears away.

“What for?” It’s rough - hard - a sliver of the tough Commander she’s used to being.

No no no - don’t go back to that. Your heart is safe here. I won’t judge you for your tears.

“…Saving me.” It’s more courtesy than anything as you say that, but it’s fine. You’re not magically going to wish for life again after Brienne shares a sad story with you… though it already has your heart struggling against its achy confines.

Brienne shakes her head, the gold of her hair catching the fire’s light so beautifully that you have to take your eyes off of her in order to catch your breath. If we were her friend in her youth, we would have surely fallen in love with her.

“You shouldn’t have gotten to that point,” her voice is watery- muffled with the lingerings of sadness. “No one should.”

You nod. What else is there to say? What else is there to admit? Clearly she knows. Clearly she understands. And yet… you’re still curious…

“…Why do-n’t you hate me f-or it?” Your words come out in a squeaky whisper, but you don’t care. You just need to know. You just need to make sure that you’re not reading things wrong- that there’s a chance she may actually care- and that perhaps there is a reason to stay…

Brienne doesn’t respond immediately. It’s clear that she takes a few moments to bring herself back to the present. To clear her throat and wipe her eyes again and sniffle a few times and then turn back to you. She’s tried so hard in clearing herself up, but the eyes have never lied. And you see the sadness breeding there. Festering. Sadness is wicked. You don’t know if you’re the cause of it.

“You’re strong, Anya." A pause. "Training wouldn’t be the same without you.”

But you know she means to say Nothing would be the same without you.

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Something I've been working on for a bit. It's not as good as I hoped it would be, but I'm tired and my back hurts so whatever. I hope you're all doing well.

And if you're not and you need some help, here's the National Suicide Hotline: 988 - And the link https://988lifeline.org/

It's gonna be okay, my friend. One second at a time. - Yours, Rip x

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~I need a favor~ Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Brienne of tarth x Reader

Warnlings : (+18) None I think.

Gender: mostly fluff.

Summary:Returning from a big battle, your friend Brienne has news that will change both of your lives forever, your relationship and your lifes.

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It had been a few days since Brienne brought the baby home, several days in which the blonde had not left your side or your house, days in which she spent thanking you for your help whenever the opportunity presented itself. Every day that passed, the more you learned about life and the less you slept, the baby was a big responsibility and had strong lungs to cry and scream whenever something didn't agree with his standards.

It was a little tricky to manage the work and care of the baby, but when you went out to work or buy stuff, Brienne stayed behind to take care of him. The only problem was that when you got home, it was a complete chaos, the baby was probably asleep, but there were toys and clothes everywhere, some splashes of food, milk or water that you would have to clean up in the morning, and Brienne was full of stains that you didn't want to know where those came from.

However, that night when you arrived it was different, the house was clean, tidy, and quiet. The only light that illuminated the place was the brightness of the moon that came in when you opened the door, not a single candle was lit. Worried you took a knife from your bag, you knew how to use it thanks to Brienne teaching you, so you could defend yourself. You walked to where you usually let the baby sleep, but he wasn't there either, there were only his blankets. You kept looking around the house until it occurred to you to look at the cozy chair you had by the window, there was Brienne with the little baby asleep and lying on her chest. The blonde looked absently out the window, she conveyed a peace and tranquility that you had never seen in her before, she looked so happy and calm that you didn't want to interrupt the moment. You carefully lowered your knife letting out a sigh of relief that you didn't know you were holding, your friend smiled and turned to look at you, it was obvious that your presence could not go unnoticed by the trained knight

-"Good evening, how was work?"- She whispered very calmly to avoid waking up the little boy who was sleeping on her

-"It was good... I managed to bring more milk from the kitchen at work, the good quality kind so it doesn't give the baby diarrhea"-You also whispered and stood in front of them-"You want me to take him to his blankets?"

-"No, it won't be necessary anymore, I brought a gift" -she said, pointing with her head to a beautiful and delicate wooden crib-"we can place it wherever you like, preferably near your bed in case he wakes up at night or drowns... You like it?" - she smiled seeing how you inspected the crib, it was a great job of a craftsman carpenter, something that would surely be very expensive

-"Did you pay for this? It's beautiful but it's sure to be very expensive..."-You looked at her in surprise and she laughed softly

-"I had it made by a carpenter who owed me a favor after having saved her family... She even made us a wooden rocking chair for the baby, so we can put him to sleep..."-The blonde commented looking at you with a relaxed smile, you were surprised to see her so peacefully and so committed to the baby.

-"It's really a beautiful job, thank you for bringing it..."-you whispered and she handed you the baby carefully, smiling you laid him on your chest and smelled the scent of his little head instantly relaxing, you hadn't realized how much you missed him and how important he was to you until you held him in your arms again after a long day. Even though you hadn't seen him for just a couple of hours, your arms had felt empty at not having him. Delicately you caressed his little back and saw how he smiled asleep and relaxed and snuggled more into your chest making tender little noises. When you looked up, you saw how Brienne was watching you affectionately, smiling like a fool, you laughed and raised an eyebrow-"What?"- Your voice brought the blonde back to reality, she cleared her throat shaking her head

-"Nothing... I'll go put the crib next to your bed"-she whispered blushing and lifted the crib marking the muscles of her arms, leaving you and the baby alone in the dining room.

After a few minutes, when everything was settled, you put the baby on the crib carefully and covered him, relieved he didn't wake up. Brienne must have been playing with him for a long time if he was so deeply asleep. When you started to change your clothes, the blonde was about to retire to go to sleep in the living room, but you took her hand and stopped her, your friend blushed when she saw that you were in your underwear

-"Don't you want to sleep here in my bed? It's more comfortable than blankets on the living room floor and I know you're tired after taking care of the baby all day..."- You whispered a little embarrassedly and saw the doubt in her eyes thinking an objection, but before she could say anything, you interrupted her again-"I don't want to sleep alone, and if I fall into a deep sleep I'm afraid I won't hear the baby if he wakes up... Please..."-You pleaded in a whisper and she sighed nodding

-"Okay..."-she agreed. After the two of you put on your pajamas and went to bed you tried to sleep but couldn't, sleep had left your tired body. Instead, your head had begun to reproduce everything your life had changed in those few weeks since the baby arrived

-"Bri... Are you awake?"-You whispered and the blonde babbled tired but awake-"You know, I was thinking maybe it's time for us to give him a name... If it's going to be our family we can't keep calling him baby or little one, he needs a proper name"-You spoke in a whisper and turned on the bed coming face to face with the blonde who was looking at you with a sleepy smile

-"I think it's a great idea, have you thought of any name?"-she asked curiously

-"Gisli..."-You barely whispered

-"Why?" - she asked

-"'Cause it means ray of sunshine, and you are the sun, the sun that brought this little sunshine home and into my life..."-You whispered and she stared at you - "if you think it's silly we can choose another one..."

-"I love it, it's a very beautiful reason for choosing it... It's cute... Like the baby and like you" - she whispered and kissed the tip of your nose making you giggle and blush. In what little light there was, you could barely make out any shape, but you could feel the heat her body radiated so close to yours, the only thing you could make out was the reflection of the moonlight on Brienne's hair. The moment you shared was very intimate, the whole last weeks you had spent together had been intimate. The two of you were very close, her breathing was very near to your lips, so much so that if you leaned in just a little you were sure you could kiss her. She and you had kissed before on a night when the two were drunk and made embarrassing decisions, but this was different, you were both very aware of what was going on. Slowly you grabbed her hand, Brianne's lips brushed against yours, as if some sudden movement would break the magical bubble you were in, where no matter what life she led, you could be together, where you could truly be a couple, a family, where anything was possible. You didn't know who closed the distance, you or her, but finally your lips connected with hers letting out a big sigh of happiness, it was as if every cell in your body woke up one by one just to think about her, to feel hee. Your hands grabbed her cheeks and she took your hips, gently tickling you under her touch. Your body began to rise in temperature and all you wanted was to be closer to her, for your body and soul to become one with her, not necessarily sexually, but in every sense of the word, to be hers and for her to be yours, for the two of you to give yourself to each other without fear of the future and without any restrictions. To get closer to her, you wrapped your leg around her hip while still kissing her and she held your thigh possessively, making you gasp from the force with which she was holding you. Her leg slipped between yours, brushing her thigh at your crotch which made you feel hotter and more restless, letting out a soft moan on her lips . You had no idea where that could go, but no fantasy was fulfilled that night as the baby cried while still asleep, dreaming about something, breaking the moment and bringing you two back to reality. Your breathing was ragged and so was hers, neither of you knew what to say or do. After checking that everything was okay with the baby, you went back to bed and the blonde was turning her back to you, compared to the heat that her body radiated minutes before, now a shiver ran through your body because of the distance you felt from her

-"Brienne..."-You whispered but she ignored you—"do you want to talk or..."-You insisted, but she interrupted you

-"It's too late, we have to sleep. Good night" - She replied curtly and you sighed turning and hugging yourself to keep warm, trying to relax a little so you could stop overthinking and sleep even a little.

The next morning when you woke up, it was still very early but Brienne wasn't in bed and the baby wasn't in his crib either which made you sigh sadly, you could still feel the ghost of her kisses on your lips and the rejection when she realized what she was doing. Without much desire, you got up and walked to the dining room where you found the two of them sitting while the blonde fed the little one, you couldn't help but stare at her, she looked and felt very good at your house and next to you, as if she belonged there with you, but you also knew that if you talked to her about that and about what had happened the night before, if it didn't end well, it could make everything very complicated, not only because of the friendship you had but because now you were taking care of a child together. You sighed, running your hands over your face watching as she gently patted the baby's back to get the gas out, the little boy laughed every time a small burp came out of him

-"Good morning Brienne... Can we talk please?" - You spoke determined to put an end to the insertitude that was in your head, Brienne carefully left the baby in a blanket with a stuffed animal you had made for him

-"No good conversation ever started with that phrase" - she joked as if to make you laugh but it didn't work - "look, If this is for the baby or me being to much at your house, I'll try to make things easier for you or take him with me a few nights... Anything that you want... You have done so much for him that I can't ask you anything else..."-She whispered a little embarrassedly and you sighed

-"It's not for him, it's for us, for what happened last night... The kiss, the electricity, the connection... I know I didn't imagine that feeling..."-You replied and this time it was her turn to sigh

-"We've had this conversation before... You know no matter how many feelings we have for each other, we can't be together, I don't want to hurt you..." - she said, avoiding your gaze

-"But you hurt me anyways, that's what you don't get it... Being with you feels good and this house feels like a home when you're with me, I'd rather have nothing but having you and the baby, than having all the riches in the world, because if I have you two, I have everything I need. I know you're afraid to do this because you're scared of the future, because you don't want to make me suffer if you get hurt in battle and don't come back. But I suffer more every time you're with me putting up a wall to keep your distance from me, I suffer more in those moments, than when I have to wait for you to come back from the battles... I suffer anyway waiting for you whether we are a couple or not, because even if we are nothing, I still love you and for me you are everything...I'll suffer more if I don't have you, than if you're mine and I have to wait for you to come back"-Brienne looked at you in surprise as she listened to you

-"You what?" - she asked

-"I said you like it or not, that I love you...I love you both and our little and unconventional family, because that's what we are, a family, even if you don't admit it"-You said more confidently and she smiled at you making you a little uncomfortable for not understanding why she was smiling - "Why are you smiling?"

-"Because you love me..."-she replied in a mocking tone

-"Look, if you're going to laugh at me for what I said, I'll get you out of the house and I won't let you in even if you're freezi..."-You said with a frown but the blonde grabbed your waist tightly and pulled you closer to her by sticking you close to her body, causing a small cry of surprise to come out of your mouth. Brienne was still smiling and caressed your cheek looking into your eyes, making you blush a little from the intensity of her gaze

-"I love you too... A lot... I love you, the baby, and our little unconventional family... And I'm terrified of hurting you if I ever get wounded in battle and I can't come back... But I'm more afraid that if I try to avoid a relationship with you, someone else will come and take this little piece of heaven away from me... So scared or not, I want to be with you if you'll let me... I want to be with you and the baby, I want our little ray of sunshine to grow up with both of us... "-she gently kissed your lips smiling, making you smile too-" I'm yours, and if you let me, I want you to be mine..."

-"I wanna be yours"- You whispered and hid in her chest, taking advantage of the warmth while she hugged you. The little baby, seeing how the two of you were together without including him, started screaming making you laugh. Carefully you picked him up and hugged him, putting him between you and Brienne, the little one curled up in your chest and frowned at Brienne-"I think you're already late, you'll have to fight for my love with him"-You whispered laughing and the blonde started tickling the baby making him laugh a lot

-"It will be a tickling fight until someone gives up, the winner will stay with you and your love, everything is allowed"-She said jokingly and the baby took advantage of the blonde's closeness and grabbed her golden curls with great strength, pulling them roughly-"Okey Okey, I give up"- the blonde said and you carefully opened the baby's hand to let go of her hair and she breathed a sigh of relief - "Cheater"- She muttered looking at the baby

-"You said everything was allowed" - you laughed and she pouted at you, carefully you gave her a little kiss on her lips-"You don't have to fight, there's enough of me for you both..."-Brienne smiled hugging and kissing your foreheads, her heart full of love and happiness with her little perfect family.

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Catrissa/Larissa and Brienne doodles (NSFW)

minors PLEASE DNI i don’t want to traumatize you😔

so, brienne has stolen the strap and ‘riss stole the vibe. how unfortunate. even more heartbreaking that i have to censor the images so much. uncensored on twitter <3

all ref images found on pinterest <3333

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Someone posted this on Insta ( can’t remember 😭) but this is so me 😭😂

Oh my, that’s too perfect 🤣🤭💞!! I couldn’t resist not imagening and then writing this… HAPPY PRIDE BTW 🏳️‍🌈

‘I love MILFS’ shirt… Drabble ~Gwen’s characters xFem!Reader

Gwendoline Christie’s characters reactions to Fem!Reader wearing the “I ♥️ MILFS” shirt… I did Larissa, Lucifer, Miranda, & Brienne for this one 😉

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, kissing, implied smut

Enjoy (;

Larissa Weems

It’s finally a peaceful Saturday, for just you and Larissa, your mini Larissa had been graciously taken by Marilyn for the day.

You wake up before the blonde, allowing her to sleep in.

You impromptu decide to make her breakfast in bed.

And you giddily snag the shirt from your closet as a little ✨extra✨ surprise…

But your plan falls flat, as Larissa heard you rustling in the closet.

She walks into the kitchen, nearly scaring you half to death.

“Well this is a nice surprise, darling…” Larissa husks in her early morning voice.

You haven’t turned around for her to see your shirt yet…

You finally dramatically sigh and turn around.

“Well I was planning to give you breakfast in bed…” you dramatically huffed.

But Larissa doesn’t respond.

Her eyes are glued to your shirt.

“Something the matter, baby?” You say with a smirk.

Larissa chuckled and rolls her eyes at your antics, then walking over to you, without a single word, and she scoops you up.

“I think I will indeed be having breakfast in bed…” she husks in your ear.

Her lips connect to yours passionately, and you hum with delight into the kiss.

She carries you to her bedroom, where the two of you spend your whole day off.

Lucifer Morningstar

You had found the shirt on one of your trips to earth.

It had made you smirk, and you were curious as to what Luci would have to say about it…

So naturally, you took it back with you.

You entered Luci’s great throne room, wearing the shirt.

“Hey Luci, I’m back…” you hummed towards the blonde, who was standing by the window, dazing out into their domain.

The Lightbringer doesn’t look back when they recognize your presence with a hum.

“I brought something back this time…” you probe the blonde fallen angels curiosity.

At this, the Lightbringer turned their gaze toward you, and their brows furrow.

“And what is that…? It doesn’t suit you very well, does it, little one…”

“It’s a shirt.” You smugly say.

Luci rolls their eyes playfully at your humor.

“No I mean, what is a milf…?” They clarify.

She’d fallen right into your trap…

“It’s you!” You chirped, your eyes glimmering coyly.

“Hmmm ok…” Luci stared at you with furrowed eyebrows, contemplating whether to open this can of worms.

They decided not to.

“I will see you at dinner, little one?” She redirected.

“Yep.” You chirped yet again.

You were being far too chipper for Lucifer’s taste…

At that, you left.

And Mazikeen soon entered the throne room, stifling a giggle.

“And what, pray you, is so humorous?” The Lightbringer sneered.

“Nothing master. Only Y/N’s shirt…” Mazikeen mumbled.

At this, Luci’s senses pricked up and their head swiveled to the demon.

“What about the shirt?!” They demanded.

“I just never imagined that you’d allow her to wear something like that…” Mazikeen spoke.

Now Lucifer was really confused.

“Something like what??!”

“MILF�� Master, do you know what that stands for…?”

“No…” they grumbled.

“Ohhhh…” Mazikeen whimpered.

“It stands for Mother I’d Love to Fuck…”

Luci’s eyes widened, their jaw dropping.

Oh, you were so fucked…

Miranda Hilmarson

You’d put on the shirt at night as you prepared for bed.

As you grabbed your nightly tea, Miranda walked into the kitchen.

Once her eyes set on your shirt, She immediately looked away and blushed furiously.

“Like what you see…?” You teased, taking a sip of your hot tea.

Miranda gulped and finally looked up, meeting your gaze.

“I’m not a milf…” she insecurely whispered.

Your heart cracked at her tone of insecurity…

You set your tea down and made your way over to the blonde, opening you arms to her.

She gladly accepted, immediately nuzzling into your frame.

Once you’d hugged her for a good solid five minutes, you pulled your face out to meet hers.

“Well I’d love to fuck you anyday…” you purred.

At your words, Miranda blushed even more, a small tear escaping her eyes.

“Thanks, babe…” she whispered with a cracked voice.

“And you certainly will be a MILF once I fuck my cum so deep into you, we defy the laws of the universe, and your belly starts to swell with my baby…”

At this, Miranda’s jaw dropped.

“Would you like that…?” You teased the stunned blonde.

All Miranda could do was nod, vigorously, her eyes lighting up at the possibility…

Brienne of Tarth

Brienne had immediately noticed your shirt when the party had set off at daybreak.

It was a long journey ahead, and it was itching her to ask you what your shirt meant.

“Y/N…” Brienne spoke in her gentler tone.

“Hmmm, yes my lady…?”

Brienne always caught a slight blush when you of all people called her my lady…

“I was wondering, what does that word on your chest mean?”

“Oh, OhHhhH…” you chocked out, almost embarrassed to have to explain this to the woman you’d been crushing on ever since you’d crossed paths with her.

“Are you alright, Y/N…?” Brienne asked, her tone laced with immediate concern.

“Yes yes! I’m fine, thank you.” You took a deep breath.

“It means Mother I’d Like to Fuck…” you basically whispered.

It took Brienne a second, but one was she got it, she got it.

Brienne mouthed a knowing Ohhhhhh as her eyes widened.

Your smiled lightly and then quickly looked away again.

God, were you hopelessly in love with the innocent, blonde haired woman…

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Lucifer Morningstar Masterlist

Miranda Hilmarson Masterlist

Larissa Weems Masterlist

Brienne of Tarth Masterlist ~Coming Soon (:

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My Hero

Larissa Weems/Brienne of Tarth x fReader

Quick one shot I thought would be sweet! Reader loves Brienne of Tarth, and to her utter surprise, Brienne has been in front of her all along. ~2.5k words.

You were on your way to Principal Weems' office, relieved to be finished with your exams. Your students had done exceptionally well with Chemistry and Potions this term, and you were happy to report their success (and yours) to the astonishing headmistress.

You proudly glided through the halls, letting out a giggle when you reached Principal Weems' office doors. You knocked and entered when you heard her inviting voice call you in. She sat at her desk typing on her laptop, and smiled brightly when her eyes met your figure entering her office. "Hi Principal Weems, I just wanted to drop off my students exams!" you chirped. She chuckled, "My, my, you seem happy." As your eyes drifted from the exams to hers, you blushed. "Oh, I'm so pleased with my students performances this term! They worked very hard, and it paid off." Principal Weems nodded as she gestured for you to place the exams on her desk, "I'm so glad to hear that, darling." You plopped the exams down on her desk, bending down slightly in front of the older woman to sort through the exams. Larissa couldn't help but glance at your chest, it was right in front of her face, after all. You were wearing a dark button up v neck, which was rather fitting to your form. She decided she should look away before you caught her staring, but she did a double take when she got a look at your necklace. She tilted her head in question, was that? No, probably not. "I like your necklace" Larissa said, reaching her hand out and taking it between her fingers. You looked down at the sword around your neck, now in the hands of this fine woman. "Oh, Oathkeeper! Did you watch Game of Thrones?" you replied happily. Larissa smiled as she looked over the small replica, she knew it was Oathkeeper. "I have watched it, actually. I take it you like Brienne of Tarth?" Your face lit up in excitement, you loved Game of Thrones, especially Brienne, and you loved talking about it. "I love Brienne of Tarth!" you exclaimed, looking down at the woman who's head was tilted and eyelashes batting at you. Larissa laughed to herself, how ironic. "Would you like to watch it together sometime?" she said, intrigued by your love of the show. Your eyes lit up and you almost jumped up and down, "Yes! I would love to!"

Frantically, you ran around your house tidying up last minute things. You had snacks and wine, you were all ready for Larissa to come over for your Game of Thrones night. You were ecstatic and you had been all day, basically almost bouncing off of the walls. If there was one thing you loved, it was Game of Thrones, but if there was one thing you loved more, it was Larissa Weems.

Watching Game of Thrones with Larisa Weems was crazy, a dream, the best night of your life. You cuddled up in your blanket next to the woman and started the show from season two episode three. You would never start at season two if you hadn't watched it before, but you both agreed that you could start where Brienne came in, as you had already seen season one. "AHH oh my god!" You screamed when Brienne made her appearance, taking her helmet off and kneeling to the king. "She's so hot" you added, unable to contain the smile on your face. Larissa watched as you had a small freak out over Brienne, and she couldn't contain her laughter. She brought a hand to her mouth as she laughed with amusement, her body shaking with giggles. You blushed as you watched her run out of breath with laughter, "What?!" Larissa laid a hand on yours to tell you that it was okay, as she couldn't speak, she was still laughing. "Nothing darling, y-you're just so cute" she giggled. You put on a fake frown and turned back to the show.

You paused the show after an episode to run to the washroom. Larissa went too, walking through your bedroom to get to it. When she was finished, she walked slowly back through your room, glancing around at your things. She knew that she was snooping, but she couldn't help that she craved to know you better, know how you lived, what things you were into. The Oathkeeper necklace caught her attention again, as she saw it placed on your vanity. It had it's own little sword holder, and she scrunched her nose up in amusement. Larissa walked through the hallway back to you, and found a photo of Daenerys and Brienne on your wall. Her lips curled into a big smile as she shook her head, you were obsessed, an adorable, endearing kind of obsessed. She couldn't wait to tell you.

"So, who are your favorite women on the show" Larissa asked with a smirk, wrapped in your blanket on the couch with you. You looked to the tv, then back at her. "Ah, that's a good question. I like Melisandre, oh and Sansa. Cersei is a bitch, sorry I had to say it!" you put your arms up in false surrender. Larissa snickered, "What about Brienne?!" Your eyes widened, "I didn't get to her yet! I was going to say that I like them, but she's my favorite!" you laughed, swatting at Larissa's arm.

You were invested in the show, laying on your side with your head on the arm rest of the couch. Larissa admired you from the other end, your love for Brienne brought warmth to her chest. Your passion was absolutely adorable when you were into something or someone, but the fact that you were interested in her, without knowing that it was her, was hilarious. It boosted Larissa's confidence and made her giddy. You looked over at Larissa, pulling yourself away from the show. Game of Thrones captivated you, but so did she. You sat up and scooted closer to Larissa, gazing fondly over her facial features. Larissa sounded like Brienne of Tarth, you had noticed before. She was tall like her, and she had the same piercing blue eyes. Perhaps that was why you liked them both so much, they were brave fighters and beautiful women. Larissa turned her attention towards you as you revelled in her beauty. Her lips were a similar shape to Brienne's, and she had that same upper lip scar. She had the exact same face shape, and she had that small nose dent. Wait, did Brienne have that? You swivelled your head around to catch Brienne's face on the tv, she did. "You look a lot like Brienne of Tarth" you said to Larissa, eyes wide, now kind of spooked. She tilted her head to the side and frowned, "What do you mean?" You looked back and forth between her and Brienne on the show, "You literally look exactly like her! You have her bright eyes, her cute lips, her scar, her height, her accent. You're both pale and blonde, you are basically the same person!" A huge grin slowly lit up Larissa's face, you called her cute, and you were figuring it out. She furrowed her brows and looked at the tv, "I don't see it. Who plays Brienne anyway?" You scoffed and looked up the actress who played Brienne of Tarth on your phone. You showed it to Larissa, "Her name is Laura Winters, but when you look her up, there's nothing except Brienne of Tarth photos. She must've used a fake name, she's hiding from me" you grumbled. Larissa let out a snicker, but refrained from giving too much away. You were so innocent and so close to the truth, but you just couldn't reach it on your own. She was really excited to see your reaction when she told you.

Larissa giggled down at you as your eyebrows furrowed. You were concentrating very hard and frantically searching the web for more information on 'Laura Winters'. She smiled, her pearly whites showing, "Would you come with me for a moment darling? I want to show you something."

It was only about five years ago that Larissa had become Principal of the Academy, and about five years ago when she had finished filming Game of Thrones. Not many people knew that Larissa was in the show, as she was a teacher all the while she was filming. She was into acting for about ten years, but left once Game of Thrones ended. She was glad to be able to express herself and tap into her androgenous side over the years, even dyeing and cutting off her hair at the beginning of the show and gaining muscle mass for her roll. In the end though, she decided that she preferred her usual feminine self. So, she focused on education and outcast relations, as that was more important to her than acting.

Larissa had used a fake name, never did interviews, or showed up to any events during her acting career. She always knew that she wanted to continue in her career in education, and she didn't want her fame to somehow affect her reputation. Seeing how flustered and determined you were to figure out who Brienne of Tarth was made her crack, she had to tell you.

"Come in love" she said, opening her apartment door for you. You walked in and followed her, confused. "Wow, your place is so nice" you said, looking around at her décor. "Thank you darling, but I think I have something that you will like even more." You tilted your head, did she have something for you? She sat on her bed and pat the spot next to her. You sat down and she took your hand, smiling ear to ear. "I want to tell you something, but I don't think that you're going to believe me." You furrowed your brows. "Um, okay" you said, looking around her room. Was there something you were missing? Larissa took a deep breath and leaned down close to whisper in your ear. "Can you keep a secret?" You shivered at her proximity, her breath warm against your skin. "Yes" you whispered. She chuckled lowly and held out her pinky, "Promise?" You wrapped your pinky around hers and locked it, "Promise." Larissa chuckled, you were too cute. "I am Brienne of Tarth" she whispered. You pulled back, "Uh, no? You're Larissa Weems!" Larissa nodded her head, "Yes, I am Larissa Weems, but I played Brienne of Tarth before I was principal."

Your eyes darted around the room, you couldn't wrack your brain around it. She was probably just messing with you, but it was kind of funny. "Well why aren't you famous then? Why doesn't 'Laura Winters' say 'Larissa Weems'? Why aren't you still acting? Why are you here?!" Larissa couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction, it was what she was expecting. "Darling, I used a fake name. Laura Winters, Larissa Weems" she said, holding one hand up and then the other, showing that it was a clue. Your jaw dropped, that could make sense. You narrowed your eyes at the woman, "You do look exactly like her, but I still don't believe you." You would never believe that Larissa Weems was Brienne of Tarth. Not because it was impossible, but because your favorite character couldn't be real, she couldn't be sitting in front of you, could she? "I will prove it to you darling" Larissa cooed, standing and walking into her closet. She came out a minute later, holding a sword. She presented it to you and you jumped off of the bed, running to her. "Oathkeeper?!" you screamed, placing your hands over your mouth in complete shock. Larissa nodded down at you, "Oathkeeper." You stared down at the sword, you didn't know what to do. "Can I hold it? Please?" you smiled, reaching out for it. You took it from Larissa and held it, it was heavy. "How the hell did you fight with this? It's so heavy!" you exclaimed, swinging it around carefully. "I used to be stronger" Larissa chuckled. You admired the details of the hilt, it was very intricate. "Okay, so you're serious? You're really Brienne of Tarth? How do I know you don't just have a model of Oathkeeper? How do I know this is real?" Larissa shrugged her shoulders, "Good point." She disappeared back into the closet and came out with a piece of Brienne's black armour. "Oh my fucking god!" you screamed, taking the armour from her. Your mouth was open and your eyes wide, you said nothing else as you stared down at the black metal.

"Darling? Are you alright?" Larissa said, looking down at you with concern. You dropped the armour and sword on the bed and threw yourself at the woman, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close. Larissa let out an "oof" when you hugged her, but she adored your eagerness and melted into your comfort. She embraced you back, giggling at your reaction. "You're my hero" you murmured against her chest. Larissa's brows furrowed, "Brienne is your hero?" You smiled, pulling back slightly to look into her deep blues. "Yes, Brienne is my hero." Larissa smirked and brought her hand up to caress your cheek. "But so are you" you smiled. Larissa's smile dropped. "Me?" she questioned. "Yes, you. Brienne of Tarth, Larissa Weems, you're my hero. You're inspiring Larissa. You're gentle, beautiful, intelligent, and you're the bravest person that I've ever met. Hell, you have so many talents it's crazy." Larissa's expression changed to one of appreciation and joy as her lower lip quivered. She breathed out lowly, "Really?" You took her face in your hand and nodded sincerely, "Really. Thank you for sharing this with me." Larissa batted her lashes as ger gaze fell to the floor, she was suddenly shy. She pulled you closer to her and you buried your head in her chest. You always thought of Larissa as one of your heroes, but all of this time you didn't know that she was your ultimate hero. Brienne of Tarth, you were hugging Brienne of Tarth. What was even better though, was that you were hugging Larissa Weems. You giggled against Larissa, almost sending yourself into a laughing fit. "What?" Larissa asked, snorting quietly at you. "I called you hot" you said, smiling up at her. She scrunched her nose up as she beamed down at you. "Yes, you did" she replied with a wink.

You pulled away blushing and picked up the armour, holding it out to Larissa. "Well, I won't truly believe you until you put on her armour." She hesitantly took it and narrowed her eyes at you, then she smiled. She left for a few moments to change, then presented herself to you in full armour with a huge grin on her face. You passed Oathkeeper to her and took in the image before you in awe. You nodded in acceptance and excitement, beaming at the woman before you. "Brienne of fucking Tarth."

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[agathaandbrienneslesbian]

Love Doth Run Smooth

Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Princess!Reader

Hello girls, gays and theys I am back with one last fic before the old year ends and the new one starts. Enjoy this short little fluffy and angsty Brienne fic and Happy New Year 🥳🥳❤️❤️

Thank you again for @weemssapphic and other friends for beta reading my silly little fics <3

Disclaimer: English is not my first language!

Warnings: Little Angst, mention of war and wounds, fear of abandonment, fear of loss, taking care of Brienne, lots of fluff.

Authors Note: Brienne comes back home to you after another victorious war. What will you do to make her feel at home?

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You were anxiously waiting, pacing back and forth in your chambers. It had been months since you’d last seen your knight and you missed her dearly. It didn’t sit right with you that she had to go to war. You were worried, scared she wouldn’t make it back, but evidently she IS the best and most skilled knight in all seven kingdoms. Still… war wasn’t something you wanted her in. The knight has fought enough. Her whole life has been a fight. She deserves to relax, to sleep, to rest. 

You knew very well that she first had to go to the king and queen, telling them of the war. You knew you had to wait, but you couldn’t. With trembling hands and a hammering heart, you left your room, against your father’s wishes. Sneaking through the hallways, you made your way to one of the balconies overlooking the great hall, where your eyes immediately fell onto your lover. 

Her short blonde hair was dirty and matted with dried blood. You knew why your parents didn’t want you present. The sight of her bloodied and injured physique made your heart ache. She stood stoic as she recounted the events of the war, how many soldiers they’d lost and how many had been injured beyond saving. But they were victorious. SHE was victorious. She always was. Your knight in shining armour, the strongest woman in all the seven kingdoms. But also the gentlest, the softest and the one deserving of all the love. 

It wasn’t a secret that you were courting the blonde warrior. Your father and mother have blessed your courtship, proud to have such a strong knight defending their lands and, at one point, continuing their reign with their daughter. Seeing her stumble when trying to get up from her kneeling position almost made you gasp out loud. She was injured more than she led on to believe. Your strong love. With quiet but quick feet, you made your way back to your chambers, calling the maids to get the bath ready for your lover.

Gathering some fresh clothing and a soft towel, you suddenly heard the door to your chambers opening and closing again. 

“Y/n?” A low, hoarse and quiet voice called out. You dropped everything you were holding onto the bed and rushed out to fall into your lover's arms.

“Brienne!” You whispered, your arms slung around her neck and nuzzling into her, holding back tears. She had her arms wrapped around your waist tightly and hid her face in the crook of your neck. You missed her, oh you missed her so very much. Pulling away, you looked into her eyes and your heart broke. She had cuts and bruises on her face and she looked tired, but she looked at you with so much love. 

“Oh, my love…” you whispered with a shaky breath and brushed some hair out of her face, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“I am sorry you have to see me like this my Lady…” she said quietly, searching your eyes for any negative emotion but all she saw was concern and love. It made her want to sob. The letters you sent her had kept her on her feet, fighting, fuelled by her love waiting for her. She still held you close against her, almost afraid of letting go. 

“No! No, don't apologise. Let me take care of you. Please. Let me tend to your injuries.” You said quickly, pulling away softly, taking the towels and clothes on the bed and grabbing her hand, gently tugging her towards the great bath. She was about to protest but seeing the determination in your eyes, she just gave you a small nod and a sweet smile. 

The bath water was ready, steaming up the room slightly and the maids had added some scent oils, making the room smell heavenly. You sat Brienne down on a chair and started taking off her armour. You made sure to be careful, as not to hurt her, in case she had any hidden injuries. Brienne tried to help you, but you just grabbed her hand, kissed it and put it back on her lap. Once all the armour was off, you started unlacing her underarmour, carefully peeling it off her body. Your breath hitched, and your brows furrowed in worry as you saw all the bruises and hidden injuries. 

“Oh Brienne…” you whispered out, looking into her eyes and she looked away quickly, ashamed of herself for making you so worried. With a soft hand, you lifted her gaze back to you and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. 

“Please don’t feel ashamed of your scars. They're proof you’re still here. With me.” You whispered and stroked her short blonde hair back. She wrapped her strong arms around your waist and held you close, leaning her head against you and burying her nose in the fabric of your dress. The both of you stayed like this for a while, just basking in each other’s presence. After a few minutes, you pulled back gently. 

“Come! Let’s get into the bath!” You whispered as you pulled your dress and undergarments off, holding out a hand for her, which she gladly took. Leading her into the hot water, you were careful to not go too fast and help steady her.

Once in the bath, you sat her down again and moved to grab a washcloth. Dipping it into the water, you started gently cleaning her face, pressing kisses to her nose, her cheeks, her forehead and her lips. Brienne hummed gently, and a small, relaxed smile settled on her lips. After her face was all clean, you moved onto her arms, torso and back, making sure to pepper small kisses over her face as you went on. After her skin seemed to be cleaned from the dirt and blood, you moved on to her hair, grabbing a small bowl and pouring it over her hair as she tipped her head back. With gentle fingers, you washed the blood out of her hair, checking for any head injuries and just finding a dried-up cut. You cleaned it as well as possible and then set the bowl down. 

“Let's get you dressed in something comfortable,” you whispered to her and stroked her cheek lovingly. Brienne grabbed your hand and pressed a soft kiss to the palm of it. She didn’t answer but just nodded in agreement. 

Out of the bath, you helped her dry up and get dressed in some comfortable linen trousers and shirt before drying off and getting dressed yourself. When you entered your chambers, the maids had already placed a bowl of fruit, some fresh water and some pastries on the table. You placed Brienne on the bed gently, telling her to lie down and get comfortable. You grabbed the bowl and a glass of water for Brienne. 

“Drink my love.” You said gently, handing the glass to her and watching her drink it all. She looked way better now that all the blood and dirt were washed off, but she still looked exhausted and defeated. Climbing into bed next to her, she immediately turned to snuggle in. Your strong and deadly warrior. Pride and honour spread in your chest, knowing that Brienne only showed her vulnerable side to you, and you promised to protect her no matter what the cost would be. Laying like this, Brienne gently ate fruit from your fingers, and you made sure to be very careful when running your fingers through her soft blonde locks. A hum escaped her lips and she nuzzled her nose into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you”, the blonde whispered quietly. You knew she wasn’t used to this type of care and love, but you were determined to show her just how much she deserved it. 

“There is no need to thank me, Brienne. Everything I do, I do because I love you, because I care, because you are my soulmate,” you whispered softly, so as to not startle the calm moment. 

“I love you,” Brienne sniffled and wrapped her strong and toned arms around your waist, pulling you close. You set the bowl aside and wrapped your arms around her as well, placing gentle kisses on her hairline as you hum sweet praises and words of affirmation to her. Feeling Brienne relax in your arms, was the most wonderful feeling to you. It almost brought you to tears every single time she fell asleep in your arms. Your strong knight. You vowed to protect her heart, even if you’d have to kill. You would keep her heart safe. 

“I love you, Brienne,” you whispered against her and continued rubbing her back and running your fingers through her hair, keeping her safe from nightmares and anything that could keep her awake. You were her safe haven, her love, her everything, and she loved you more than anything. She wanted to marry you, and she wanted to marry you soon. Being a knight, her life was a dangerous and short-lived one. If she dies… when she dies, she wants to die knowing that she belonged to you, and you belonged to her. That your hearts and souls were one and that even in the afterlife you would know that she would be waiting for you. 

You were hers, and she was yours, and no force of nature could change that. Because when she’s with you, Love doth run smooth.

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*y/n and Larissa walking outside*

Larissa : here take my coat I don’t want you catching a cold.

Y/n : Rissa,….. it’s June.

Larissa: you’ll look cute okay just put it on and hold my hand for gods sake.

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