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vexed-jade · 10 months

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Catch what falls

Brienne Tarth x FEM!Reader

TW: Alcohol use, cussing, knives/sharp objects, the gays😱, scars, mention of battle/war, W rizz

(Hellur, I would like to say, that when I add songs to a story, don't play it right away! I'll add little notes that tell you when the song will best fit!)

You stood in front of the target, throwing your polished, black knives at the round board. Thoughts clouded your mind. Yesterday, at the break of dawn, you and other warriors in your camp were called to the bonfire to introduce a current traveler. It was a lone knight for Tarth. You never found interest in newcomers, considering your lack of social skills. You weren't awkward, just simply never got along with anyone.

But this one, with very little doubt, caught your eye. Obviously, in order to catch your eye, they had to be different in some sort of way. In this situation, unlike other knights, they were a woman. It was odd, considering you were the only female warrior in your camp.

"This is ser Brienne of Tarth, welcome this knight with utmost humble respect." The leader, Mijak, stated. You crossed your arms and huffed, earning a few disappointed glances. You looked the woman up and down, taking in her details. The short, messy, blonde hair. The piercing blue eyes and the scar on her top lip.

As you studied her form, you gazed upon her armor. It's dark, irony color, the way she looks uncomfortable in it, but tolerates it. Then your eyes wandered to her sheathed sword, you cringed, realizing that it probably had a cringe ass name like, "slayer" or "heart stabber". You never understood knights with how they named their sword cringe names. Why not keep it casual?

It became obvious that you were staring at her for a bit too long, as people began to retreat to their posts and activities. You probably seemed a bit threatening with your resting bitch face. You looked at her eyes, when you did, she stared right back at you.

You raised an eyebrow and grinned. Usually people avoid your eye contact, but she didn't. Her brows furrowed and you rolled your eyes, turning as you did. You went back to training, first gathering your already thrown knives from the wood. The knives came out roughly with how hard you throw them. As you turned to walk back to your stance placement, you noticed her in the little makeshift tavern with a mug of rum; watching you with visible interest.

You groaned, '𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑜-𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑔𝑜.' You muttered in your head and turned your back to her. She was obviously going to get on your nerves. While focusing on the target, you could feel her eyes on you. Pushing it out of your mind, you threw the black knife. It hit outside the bullseye. That's never happened before.

You stared at it with confusion and frustration. You snapped your head towards the blonde who had a smirk on her lips. You threw the knives down and stomped towards her. Your hands snatched the collar of her armor and pulled her towards you.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" A man yelled and you looked at him. "Mind your own business, Lou." You snapped back and then looked back at the blonde. You gazed into her eyes with a snarl on your lips. Her eyes flickered. "And you! Why the hell do you keep staring at me?! Keep your damned ego to yourself, I don't like it! You fucked up my aim with your horrendously blue eyes!" You growled and pushed her back as you let go of her collar.

You went to storm off but paused. You groaned and waved the bartender down to order a mug of rum. While taking the glass, you sat down on a rough stool, making sure to keep your distance from the blonde.

"Newcomer pissing you off, huh?" You sighed and looked at your partner, Miguel. Miguel and you became good friends a while back. You both met at a tavern in a ghost-like town. You've both been close friends ever since. "Yeah, we both know how I am with knights." You placed the glass to your lips and took a swig. Miguel chuckled and leaned on the wooden bar.

"She'll be gone soon, in about a week." You almost choked on your drink and beat your chest. "A week?! I won't fucking last!" You placed the mug on the bar harshly. He laughed again and patted your back. "Just try to talk to her, she's the only other female fighter you've ever met so far." He spoke in his rich but scratchy voice.

He was right though, she was the only other female warrior you've came in contact with. You sighed in defeat. "Fine. I'll try, but if shit goes south I blame you." He nodded and took a sip from his rum. "I expect nothing less, viper" he smiled and looked at his little group of people with a wink.

You glanced over at the blonde and sighed. While gulping down the last of your rum, she looked over at you and made eye contact with her. You placed down the glass and stood up from the stool.

Your feet carried you towards her until you were in front of her. You sighed again and bowed. "I'd like to apologize for my behavior earlier." She smiled and nodded. You leaned back up and smiled awkwardly. You weren't used to apologizing. "Would you... Like to walk? Maybe get to know each other?" You suggested.

She could see your hesitation, something about it made her feel odd. Her smile faded but quickly came back. "I would enjoy that" she spoke calmly. The blonde stood from the stool and looked at you as you looked straight ahead. She studied your face, like you had studied hers.

She noticed your little battle scars, the ones on your cheeks, nose, around your eyes, they looked beautifully imperfect. Your eyes and how they glowed in the bright sun. How your hair matched your personality. But she also noticed a little embarrassment on your cheeks, they were slightly rosey.

Meanwhile, you were instantly dying with how she looked at you. You tried to stay focused on the trail, but hopelessly failed. "The guy in the tavern, is he your partner? Romantically— I mean-" she asked and looked at the little trail with acorns and leaves, along with some twigs and pebbles.

You immediately cringed, silently gagging, but it being visual. She noticed and faught back a laugh. "Absolutely not! With how long I've been surrounded by men, I've found them to be disgusting." You paused in your words, then realized the stupidity. You both were warriors, basically did that of what a man does.

"What I mean is— with how surrounded I am with men, I've lost interest in them. I guess I go for the opposite of what I always see, I suppose." You internally groan, are you stupid or what? You just admitted to a stranger that you're into women.

She just admired you, you could feel it. You looked at her and smiled. Immediately you looked away. "Horrendously blue eyes, huh?" She chuckled, referring to what you said to her only minutes ago. You slapped your forehead and groaned. She found amusement in your actions.

"Yeah, sorry about what I said. I'm not used to having my attention being taken from my target practice. Seems like you interested me." Another internal slap to the head. You fucking idiot. What's up with you?

She smiled and took a glimpse at you again. Your face seemed to be getting redder by the second. "Interested you?" She questioned grazed over your features. The sound of the camp growing quieter as you both walked. "What I mean is— well— fucking hell, what I meant was that, you're the only woman warrior I've seen— or met, ever." You looked at her and caught her eyes. You smiled awkwardly again.

You made it to a little river and you took off your boots. "What are you doing?" She asked and tilted her head slightly. You placed your boots on a nice rock and walked skillfully along the rigidity stones. "I'm getting in the water. And please, you can call me Viper. It's just a nickname."

(Play the song! I repeat! Play the song! This is not a drill, people!)

She watched as you stepped into the water, you looked silly, but graceful. It was slightly cold at first, and the rocks were slick. But you managed. "How old are you, Viper?" She asked as she watched you with curiosity. You sit on a big stone and kept your feet in. "I'm twenty-nine," You answered and then looked at her, "How about you? How many loops have you gone around the sun?"

She furrowed her brows but smiled at how you phrased it. It didn't make her feel uncomfortable, it made her feel more proud. "Thirty-two" She looked over at you and her smile softened. You felt something in that moment.

Something took control of you, unable to maintain your vocal cords. "You're beautiful." Immediately her smile faded. She looked more hurt. "I didn't know the joke got around so fast..." She spoke quietly. '𝐽𝑜𝑘𝑒?' You silently questioned.

"Brienne, there is no joke. Not one that I'm aware of." You furrowed your eyebrows. A joke, by calling her beautiful? You wanted to know, but didn't want to hurt her more.

Her heart did a loop, she was confused, charmed, unsure, but also felt something she couldn't place her finger on. Surely you were joking, but she didn't think that. "Well... Thank you, Viper... You're beautiful as well." She smiled and watched as you went to take a step. Something in her told her to go to you, so she did.

She took two steps towards you and you slipped on a rock. The surprise earned a gasp from you and you tightly shut your eyes. You waited and braced yourself for the hard rocks beneath you, but you never came in contact with them. You peeked out and noticed Brienne looking down at you with worried eyes.

"Are you alright?" She asked. She earned no response, just a tranced you in her arms. She tilted her head closer and spoke again, just in case if you didn't hear her because of the surprise or the running water.

"Viper, are you alri—" she was cut off by your lips on hers. Your eyes closed, but hers remained wide. She wasn't expecting it. Nor has she ever experienced it. Slowly her eyes closed and she leaned into the kiss, but then paused for a little air. You smiled and so did she, looking into one another's eyes. "I suppose that's a yes...?" She chuckled and set you back on your feet. You, only now realizing what you did, blushed like crazy. What made it worse is that she kissed back, and enjoyed it.

"Yes— Thank you... For catching me." You smiled and rubbed the back of your neck. She leaned in and kissed you gently.

It felt right to you, and felt perfect for her.

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