#brienne of tarth fluff

[littledollll]

hiiiii I love your agere fics with Luci so much and I was wondering if maybe you would be up to writing a fic with caregiver Brienne and little reader (preferably gender neutral with they/them pronouns if that's okay)? I haven't been able to find any on here (*ToT)

I was thinking something like a little night time thing with lots of comfort (and no big hurt please)

Maybe something like these but it's really fine if you don't use them I'd be happy either way really

https://www.tumblr.com/cg-pup/720860299458199552/come-here-sweetie-i-know-youve-been?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/corixal/710834902156935168/nighttime-smallness?source=share

I'm sorry this ask is so long I've never requested anything before and I know you don't really write much these days and it's really okay if this idea isn't something you like or feel comfortable with or really just don't have the inspiration for. If possible could I be 🦦 anon if you do maybe write this? Thank you bye bye

Small space

Brienne of Tarth x little!reader

A/n: I’ll be honest this had me a little stumped for some reason. I wasn’t sure how to try and make sense of it in the GOT universe and then kinda realized I don’t rly have to. Also trying to make all the cgs not act/be the same when I write them.

Warnings: tiniest mention of food (fruits), nothing else.

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When you first introduced your ‘small space’, as you and Brienne decided to call it, you were afraid she was going to believe it was something odd, or weird. Which now that you think back on it, was a little foolish to think of for Brienne of all people.

You tend to do most your regressing at night, which was luckily the perfect time for Brienne to also be home and take care of you.

After a particularly long and exhausting day, you returned home to find out Brienne had actually arrived before you, which was something that happened rarely if ever.

She seemed to have already settled at home, being changed out of her usual armor and into more comfortable clothes.

Deciding to give her a bit of a surprise, you didn’t say anything as you walked into your home and snuck up behind her.

Brienne all the while knew you were coming up behind her. She noticed you the second you arrived home, after all no good knight would be so easy to sneak up on, but she let you have your fun with it regardless.

As you came up behind her, your arms wrapping around her torso. She feigned surprised, you knew, but loved it all the same. “Got you.”

“Sure you did. Come, let me give you a proper hug.” She spoke quietly, a precious smile on her face as she turned around and pulled you in close.

Immediately you melted into her embrace. Apparently it was more needed than you realized. She looked down to see you burying yourself against her, closing your eyes with a big sigh. And her eyes immediately softened.

Her strong arms wrapped ever so gently around you, keeping you warm and close. “little one.. are you tired? do you think we should get you all ready for bed?”

It was like she could read your mind. Instantly, your head shot up to look at her as you nodded quickly, remaining clingy at her side. Brienne always found it adorable when you acted like this. Of course she wasn’t glad you were feeling tired or drained, but as long as she could help it would be all okay.

She made quick work of getting your sleepy self all ready for bed. Firstly helping you change into more comfortable clothes, lending you some of her own, which fit you like a gown. Something you both loved because it made you feel even smaller.

She sighed, remembering one thing and going out of your view for a moment, “just one second, my darling. I’m missing something.” leaving you to worry and pout over her absence. After she took longer than just two minutes to come back, you stubbornly decided to follow after her. You caught her mid-way as she was already on her way back with a small plate of fruits! Your absolute favorites too.

“You don’t have to have them all, but at least a few. Just so you have something in your tummy before sleep.” She offered gently. Her sweet behavior was always quick to convince you. Plus, how could you miss out on your favorites?

You happily nodded and took the plate, with a cheerful, “Thanks you mama!” Making her smile.

Every passing minute Brienne took notice of your sleepy state. How you’d gently rub your eyes even when she constantly insisted you didn’t because it could hurt your eyes, how you seemed zoned out as you watched her scurrying around to get everything ready for bed just perfect so you could rest with ease.

After a few minutes you were all done and even sleepier than before. Brienne was quick to put the plate away and pick you up, bringing you into bed.

“Tough day, wasn’t it, my princess?” She asks softly as she sits on the bed and pulls you into her arms again.

Nodding, you quickly cuddled yourself up as close to her as you possibly could. Feeling completely safe and protected in her arms.

“It’s alright now… I’ve got you, and I’ll make sure my little one sleeps soundly.” She said as her hands gently brushed through your hair, helping you to sleep. It didn’t take long at all, given how tired you already were.

As she watched over you, half her mind was nagging her, maybe she should’ve asked more about your day, rather than letting you just leave it at the fact it was exhausting. On the other hand, maybe it’s a conversation best left for later, when you’re well rested and feeling older.

But every bit of that worry slips as she looks down at your restful self once again. Brienne smiles softly as she sees you so peacefully drifted off to sleep in her arms. She made the right choice.

[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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[theswordmaiden]

The Knight of Tarth 💚⚔️

sharing some of my favorite Bri pics instead of posting my finished stories? I think so. she's just so handsome. (:

[suckerforcate]

i have a request for Brienne of Tarth! it doesn’t have to be exactly like this or anything, you can change up stuff if you want.

reader is together with brienne. but she’s out all day fighting and stuff. we really miss her so we go to her room and put on one of her shirts, and rest in her room, ending up having a nap while waiting for her. and she comes back later in the day! how would she react and stuff? especially with us having her shirt on. i feel like she would find it cuteee seeing us wearing it🥰

reader wakes up after hearing her come into the room, maybe brienne talking about how her day went and also how much she missed us & how much we missed her aswell. maybe she notices we have her shirt on after she changes out of her armour and looks for a shirt to wear, notices one is gone. she gets changed and when we are cuddling n all that soft stuff, she’s like “is that my shirt?” and you get all like “whaaaat??? of course not-“ but we end up admiting that we missed her so we put it on🥰

Thief

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 614

Warning: none

A/n: I really loved writing this, it's so wholesome. I hope you like it aswell!!

You hated these days. The ones in which you nearly didn't see Brienne at all because she was out all day. Whether it was fighting, accompanying the King or having been sent in missions. You always missed her terribly.

And today was such a day. The only thing that made it worse was that she was actually fighting, and you knew it. Of course, she was incredibly skilled and the best knight of Westeros but still, you couldn't resist worrying.

It was already at dawn when you decided to leave your chamber to go lay in Brienne's bed. You hoped that her scent all around you would calm you. As you entered her room and saw one of her linen shirts neatly folded on a chair you got an idea. You pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head and replaced it with Brienne's linen one.

You crawled into her bed and hid completely under her sheets. And indeed the scent of her all around you, hugging and tucking you in did comfort and calm you. Even so much that you were able to fall into a light sleep.

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A few hours later you were woken by a soft but still strong voice complaining about all the stupid men that thought just because she's a woman they would easily defeat her. You peeked out from under the covers and watched Brienne take of her armour.

She turned around, confused as to why her talking was meet with silence.

"Oh, love I'm so sorry." She hastily approached you kneeled down in front of the bed. She gently stroked your cheek.

"I woke you, didn't I? That wasn't my intention." She smiled apologetic and gave you a quick kiss.

"It's okay, really. I'm just happy that you're back. Come into the bed?" With puppy eyes you blinked at her. She could say no to that, so she finished changing, a little startled that the linen shirt she knew she had folded on the chair wasn't there anymore. But she didn't think twice about it and just grabbed a different one.

Gently she lifted the sheets and crawled in bed behind you. Embracing you from behind and laying a hand on top your stomach to have you as close as possible.

"I missed you, I was really worried." You nuzzled in, leaning in her touch. Happy to have her back and safe with you.

"I know, I missed you to." She planted a gentle kiss on top your hair. While leaning in her touch the sheets uncovered your shoulder and Brienne had a direct view of her shirt.

"(Y/n)?" You were already half asleep again. So instead of an answer you just hummed.

"Is that my shirt?" Your eyes shoot open. A little embarrassed you hid your face in her arm and mildly nodded.

"No?" Brienne let out a slight laugh at that.

"I can see that it's mine, (Y/n)." While smirking, she gently played with your hair and breathed a kiss on it.

"I felt so alone without you and the shirt smells like you so in comforted me." You mumbled nearly inaudibly into her arm. Brienne blushed a little at that. She was still unaccustomed to this kind of love and adoration. But she couldn't deny that she liked it.

"It's okay, love. You can wear my clothes whenever you want. Even though I wouldn't recommend wearing them outside, unless you might want a dress." You had to laugh at her joke and the embarrassed died down. You lifted you head and turned it slightly as to look at her. She kissed you, and you happily fell asleep cuddled into her strong arms.

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Heyyyyy! Can I request a Brienne x fem reader fic? Maybe Brienne and reader run away to Dorne so they can be together? Like maybe Y/n is a princess or something and Brienne was her bodyguard, and some love-making as a way to celebrate their victory when they get there? (Only if you're comfortable of course!)

Love and War Part 2 !!!NSFW!!!

Brienne of Tarth x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT (very soft and not very long)

A/N: Last part of this little "mini-series" idk it was only two parts so it's not really a series but whatever. enjoy<33

Read Part 1 here

“Alright…” Brienne adjusts the hood on your cloak. “I think this should be fine. How do you feel?”

You chuckle. “Well the clothes are a bit big…” She gives you an amused look that turns into a ‘seriously-this-is-life-and-death–are-you-alright?’ look. “A bit anxious…but, I’ve heard wonderful things about Dorne. So, if we make it–”

“When we make it,” Brienne cut in, looking stern. 

You sigh. “Okay, okay. When we make it.” Smiling up at her, you take her hand in yours. “Nobody knows us there. And nobody knows we’re going there. We can make our own life. We can be happy…farming chickens and growing crops and…other things that I can’t think of right at this moment.”

You watch with affection as Brienne smiles, holding back obvious tears. She leans her forehead against yours and sniffles before placing a soft kiss there, whispering, “I love you so much.”

It was just past five in the morning when you snuck out of the boarding house together. The sun was still below the horizon and Brienne’s arm remained around your waist as you crept through the streets. You had nothing but the clothes on your backs and a small pouch of coins to spend rationally. You truly were starting a new life from scratch.

“I remember seeing a stable around here,” Brienne whispers as you approach a farm not far from the village. “There should be a horse that we can–”

“Steal?” you finish. “Brienne of Tarth stealing a horse and running away with a princess…When will it end?”

She smiles at your teasing before shushing you and pulling you closer. When the two of you approach the stables to find the door locked, Brienne mutters a curse under her breath. She glances around, “Maybe there’s a window we could–What are you doing?”

“Done.” She looks at you aghast. In your right hand, you hold a pin from your hair, and in the other hand, the lock from the stable door.

“How–?”

Sighing, you push the pin back into your hair. “When you live in a castle for two-and-a-half decades, Brienne, you wander. And when you wander, you encounter locked doors.”

“You are just…full of surprises,” she says. 

After allowing you to go in first, she goes to a rack of riding equipment. As she retrieves the saddle and bridle, you go to a stall of a horse that seems wide awake, and, after you both swiftly prepare the horse, Brienne mounts it, reaching out for your hand to help you on. 

You sit in front with her arms wrapped around you to keep you secure. In the dark you hear her soft voice. “Are you comfortable?”

“In your arms?” you ask. “Yes. On this saddle? I’ve been comfier.”

Brienne chuckles. “Well, it won’t be long. The harbor isn’t far.”

As the sun rose in the sky, gray light shedding over the sea port, the pair of you boarded the ship heading to Sunspear. Around noon, after a lunch of fish and dried fruits, you and Brienne stand on the upper deck together, watching as the water rushes past. 

“The water’s so blue!” Your mouth is open in awe. “Brienne, look!”

“I know where we are,” she says.

You look at her. “What?”

“The Isle of Tarth.” Brienne looks at you, squinting against the sun but still smiling. “That’s where we are. The water. That’s how you can tell.”

“Do you miss it?” you ask. “Tarth?”

She hunches over, elbows resting on the railing. You can see it in her eyes and her demeanor that she’s thinking carefully about how she should respond. “There’s not much to miss. Sure, the landscape is beautiful, and I had a cushy life back then, but I never had any close friends and all of my siblings are dead. I miss my father…but I think that’s as far as it’ll go.”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, taking her hand in yours. 

“Why? You haven’t done anything.” Brienne squeezes your hand, assuring you that it was alright. “There have been bad moments, but there have also been good. Like when my father got me my first real sword for my sixteenth birthday…Valyrian steel. And then, I used a wooden one about a month later to prove to Ser Humfrey Wagstaff that women can fight and that I wouldn’t be marrying him.”

You giggle. “And how did you prove it to him with the wooden sword?”

“Well,” she begins, “after telling him that I’ll only marry a man who can outfight me, he agreed to fight me, and I ended up breaking not just his collarbone, but two ribs as well.” As you howl with laughter, Brienne tries to hold back a smile and fails, letting a short laugh break through. “He was sixty-five.” You both quiet down and she sighs. “That was the last betrothal I ever received. I had two before it. My father gave up after Ser Humfrey.”

“What happened with the two before?” you ask. 

“Erm…the first one…I was seven, he was ten,” she answers. “He was Lord Caron’s son. We met once, and then he was killed by a sickness. And the second one…” You could tell that she was struggling to recall the painful memories. “Ser Ronnet Connington. I was twelve, and he was eighteen. I was awkward, could barely speak, and I couldn’t even look him in the eyes. He handed me a rose and–” Her words seemed to choke her. “–he told me that I was a sow in silk in his eyes and that–that a single rose would be the only thing he’d ever give me.”

Your heart ached at the past she had experienced. “Brienne, I’m–”

“Don’t,” she cut in. “You don’t need to say you’re sorry. I’ve had enough people in my life feel sorry for me.”

“I wasn’t going to say sorry.” You move closer to her. Tarth was nicknamed the Sapphire Isle for its blue waters and sparkling streams, but in this moment, you were certain that if anything in those isles was worthy of being compared to sapphires it was the deep blue eyes that looked into yours at this very moment. 

Brienne looked confused. “Oh…I apologize…Then, what were you going to say?”

“I was going to say that I couldn’t be happier that you’re here.”

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“Any news?” 

Brienne walks through the door with a basket of eggs in hand, directly from the coop outside. You sit at the small dining table when you hear her voice, writing a letter to your mother by the light of a candle. A year had seemed like mere seconds as you looked upon the face of your dearly beloved.

“Yes,” you respond. “My mother said that my father and the king have settled matters and that negotiations have been made so there won’t be a war between the kingdoms. Oh, and my younger sister is to be married next year, and my brother is expecting his second child.”

Brienne smiles and she sets the basket of eggs down. “The tomatoes seem to be doing well,” she says. “The peppers too…I think it might rain tonight.”

You stop writing and set the quill down gently. As Brienne flits around in the kitchen, you rest your chin in the palm of your hand and stare. That’s all you do. Stare. She was the sole focus of your eyes and a smile couldn’t help but form.

Brienne stops when she sees you. “What?”

“Nothing,” you giggle. “I just love you.” You stand up and walk around the table to take her in your arms, smiling as you press kisses to her lips. “I–” A kiss. “–love–” Another kiss. “–you.” A final kiss. “I am so happy, I feel like I might burst.”

Her lips are on yours once more and hands begin to roam. In the dim light of the bedroom that you share, your breaths mingle in heated kisses and sweat beads on your forehead as you tremble in her arms.

Brienne lays on top of you as her fingers curl and her teeth nip at the flesh on your neck. You breathe heavily, muttering words and grasping at her hair. “Brienne…Oh, gods, please don’t stop.” 

Your back arches and you pull her lips back to yours, tongues clashing and teeth biting as your hand makes its way down her side. You relish in the feeling of goosebumps on her bare skin, grinning into the kiss as you slip your fingers into her entrance and feel her breath catch in her throat.

Both of you break away from the kiss with heaving chests, fingers quickening and craving each other’s releases. Brienne’s head falls forward, forehead resting against yours as her eyes burn into yours. Every sense is magnetized. The feeling of Brienne’s hands on you, the sound of your breathing, your moans, the sight of blonde hair falling around you, the lingering taste of her on your tongue…

Your legs start to shake and your free hand grasps Brienne’s shoulders. She leans in quickly, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips, murmuring, “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

The candles were almost out when your eyes grew heavy. You laid there in each other’s arms, catching your breaths and listening to the summer rain that had begun to fall outside. 

How can such a small moment cause such a rush of emotion? Brienne’s voice rang in your head from the night you chose her.

“We’ll live, and we’ll be happy.”

This is what it is, isn’t it? Domestic life and pure bliss. Here, you would live, and here you would be happy.

[prettygreenpills]

okay, hear me out.

blood play. Brienne of Tart. Dom reader x sub bienne

aaaand I would like to take this 🪼 emoji for the requests and anon games:) thank you so much!

Oh my- let me just say, poor Brienne-

KINKTOBER day 10 | blood play - Brienne of Tart

I’m not scared

warnings: cutting, blood play, sub!brienne, dom!reader, fingering, eating out, etc.

“Lay onto the bed,” you told the high beauty and when you turned around and saw her only in her fabric bra and panties, you breathed out in satisfaction.

“What now?” Brienne asked, her voice quiet and like silk. You smiled only and turned to see her. Her sword was laying on the carpet next to the bed and you walked over there, taking it. “Y/n-“

“I am sure after the years of being a knight few cuts don’t really bother you,” you noted softly and Brienne shook her head no. Smiling at her, you turned around and started undressing as well.

“What do you want to do with my sword?” She asked you and when you looked at her, you could see some worries in her eyes.

“Not with the sword but this smaller knife,” setting the things into right positions, you showed her the knife she had hidden next to her sword and Brienne gulped.

You put the knife down to her legs and you started taking off your own dress. When you unhooked all of the strings it had and let it fall onto the floor, the knight gasped at the sight of you undressing. You took your underskirt off too and you were left only in your underwear.

“Now be a good girl for me okay?” You asked her quietly and in your underwear, you crawled up to the bed.

Brienne nodded her head and you saw how she took a deep breath. Realizing that she undressed just then, your eyes widened as they fell onto her pretty hard pink nipples.

“You look so beautiful,” you breathed out and kissed her onto one of her nipples. Brienne moaned out and tilted her head back, giving you a beautiful sight of her neck. And this was an amazing opportunity.

“Don’t get scared okay?” You warned her softly and she just hummed. You took the smaller knife you had taken out earlier and pressed it against her neck softly. Brienne gulped what you could see and you just smiled. “You look even more beautiful like this.”

“T-Thank you,” she said and from her voice you could say that she was scared. Your smile widened even more and you kissed her down on her torso, moving aside to kiss her nipples. Brienne pushed her tits out for you as she arched in her back from the feeling, so you took one of her nipples into your mouth and sucked on it softly. “Oh my-“

You smiled for yourself and let your hand trail down between her legs. You softly brushed her upper thighs, what left the strong woman all shaky under you.

With loads of kisses, somehow you made your way down, straight to her core. When you were kissing her on her pubic bone, Brienne spread opened her legs for you and one of her hands started playing with your hair while she was focusing on taking deep breaths.

“So eager,” you commented only over her behavior and a second later you started sucking on the spots on her inner thighs. Brienne moaned softly and you continued upper and more to the middle, until your lips didn’t meet with her dripping wetness.

“Please-“

Without giving her and answer, you looked up at her from between her legs. Brienne had her eyes closed and she was waiting for you what would you do. So you decided to circle your tongue around her clit, just to tease the woman a little. Along with playing with your tongue, you brought your hand between her legs and teased her entrance with one of your fingers.

“Y/n- fuck me-“ Brienne breathed out with her accent and you could swear you could feel yourself throb. Ready to give the woman what she needed, you prepared two fingers and started making your way softly inside of her, ready to bring the woman the most beautiful pleasure on the whole world.

Taking the knife with your free hand, you softly brought it to her silky skin. While you were busy working with your lips, tongue and your fingers inside of the woman, the hand with weapon peacefully waited for its time to shine.

“Oh god- Y/n-“

“Mmmmh,” you just moaned against her, sending vibrations through her whole body, hopefully bringing her a little more pleasure.

Brienne kept moaning softly and filling the room with her noises. Eating the woman out and finger-fucking her, you brought the knife to her thighs softly and then you looked up at her.

As the blonde felt the cold metal on her skin, she lifted her head up and tensed up a little bit. You just smiled, trying to calm her down and you softly slid her knife on the snowy white skin. As you did so, Brienne hissed from pain and what surprised you… she moaned.

“Oh, do we like this?” You asked her with a smile and you still moved your fingers. Hitting her walls, Brienne wasn’t able to answer you. And honestly, you didn’t really need an answer from her.

The moans were enough.

Still sliding her own weapon on her body, you were marking her and Brienne was moaning louder and louder each time you cut her. And you liked her reactions so much.

When you cut her under her boob and her body was all from blood, you threw the knife away and moved up. Licking your lips, you licked that one wound, making the woman almost scream in pleasurable pain. Then she hissed and you licked her whole wound.

Sucking on few of them, when you tasted the metal in your mouth, your eyes closed. And when your mouth was full, you pulled away and leant above Brienne’s face, waiting for her to open her mouth.

And she did so. As soon as she parted her lips, you spit her blood into her mouth and then you kissed her onto her lips.

“Oh fuck-“ Brienne hissed louder and you kissed her onto the injury after that. Then you softly pulled away and looked at her body which was decorated with few red cuts.

Your fingers were discovering every single curve of her body from the inside. You straightened in your back and settled your thumb on her clit. She let out a soft gasp and she pushed her hips up in the air just like her boobs before.

“P-please-“

“Please what darling? You’ll need to speak up for me.”

“Please fuck me- I need to cum-“ Brienne kept moaning and when you looked her into her face and found her frowning… you knew that you were about to give it to her really easily.

“You’ll cum baby, whenever you need. Just look at you how well are you taking me. Such a great girl you are-“

And how you finished your sentence with praising her, Brienne reacted.

She arched in her back, pulled her thighs together. Her mouth was opened agape even though no sound left from her mouth only heavy breathing. Her walls clenched around your fingers and warmth covered them just like when you started using your fingers on her.

“Holy fuck-“ Brienne just breathed out a little louder than before and you smiled, fingering her through the orgasm, what left her body all shaking.

“That’s it Brienne, you’re such a god girl for me, doing an amazing job,” still praising the woman through her orgasm, you swallowed. God you wanted to taste her so bad…

When Brienne let out a soft exhale, that was a sign for you that you could take your fingers out. And you did so. With that movement, Brienne exhaled softly and she kept resting on the bed. While you were licking your fingers clean, you kept watching Brienne who seemed to be too exhausted to even move.

“Oh my goodness,” she moaned softly and opened her eyes looking at you, how you were licking your fingers.

“You taste delicious.” You told her with a smile on your lips and Brienne went red in her cheeks.

“T-Thank you,” she said shyly and swallowed.

“You’re very welcome my beautiful knight.” You whispered to her and a smile widened on your lips.

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Hii, can i request a hurt/comfort/fluff of brienne of tarth where y/n got stabbed while fighting and brienne just comforts them and tell them "everything's gonna be alright, i'm here" and just really trying to ease the pain. I just really need a comfort from brienne after a very long day. If you're not comfortable writing it, it's alright :)

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Battle field

Brienne of Tarth x reader

A/n: a quick little thing, I hope you like it! I usually don’t post out of schedule but I’ll make an exception just for you

Warnings: injuries, mentions of blood and stitching, comfort, fluffiness

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One rule, be aware of your surroundings. One simple rule you failed to follow made you end up here. A burning pain in your abdomen that made you want to scream, you couldn’t. That uncomfortable feeling of blood flowing down your body.

It wasn’t too horrible of a wound, you’d make it out of here somehow. After so many years of getting them you learn to classify them, though you knew it had to be attended soon, very soon. You could feel the pain then numbness taking over your body, you’ve always hated that feeling, who wouldn’t?

You lost full focus. Trying to compensate for the pain only forced you to fight harder, something you clearly couldn’t do at the moment. Brienne took notice as she fought only a few feet away from you.

You felt exhausted, your view was foggy and your mind even more so, you needed to get out of there now or it would lead to a fatal injury if you couldn’t get it together enough to defend yourself.

You caught the sight of Brienne fighting off your opponent, then the scene in front of you jumped to her arms wrapping around you, that’s all you could remember before your vision went blank.

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You woke startled, fight or flight kicking in immediately as your hand flew to whatever was currently touching you. “It’s just me. I’m closing this up okay?” The sound of Brienne’s voice immediately calmed your worries and you let go of her wrist, letting yourself lay back, beyond exhausted.

You took in your surroundings, noticing you were back in your own room. Had Brienne brought you here herself? That meant you passed out in the field, was there still fighting going on outside? No, it was too quiet. So what happened? How much did you miss? How bad was your injury that Brienne decided to take care of it herself?

Almost as if she could hear your internal panicking, Brienne spoke again trying to calm your worries. “It’s okay my love, everything’s gonna be alright. I’ve got you now, I’m here.” Too tired to move or speak you hummed, hissing when you felt her hands back on you, then the sharp pain of each time the needle pierced through your skin. Brienne hated seeing you like this.

“It’s over, not long after you went down yourself, you didn’t miss much at all, and we are okay, we won.” At first she tried being gentle but the flower you go the more pain you feel, so she thought best to just get it over with as fast and precise as she could.

Of course she knew that you and every one of the knights got injured often, she still despised it. “I couldn’t get any milk of the poppy, they’re prioritizing other injuries. I was hoping you’d sleep through it.” Her tone was apologetic, as if she was the one causing your this pain and not the one attempting to fix it.

“It just stings a little, nothing I can’t handle.” She hummed at that. She knew you could take that and more, still, she wished she could offer you more comfort through the process. After she was done Brienne helped you to sit up, wrapping your torso in gauze. “Lay back. Get some rest."

And you did. “Thank you, Brienne. Will you stay with me?” She didn’t offer a reply, instead wordlessly laying with you, careful not to injure you further. You winced as you tuned to lay over her chest, clearly forgetting about the just made stitches. “Be careful.” Brienne scolded you, and you nodded, letting your eyes fall shut with the comforting feeling of her hand massaging your scalp.

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22 - The Fire of a Best Friend

Part 23

The Last Velaryon

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Arching my back I did my best to slow my breathing once Robb and I had finished our duty as husband and wife.  Laying underneath the thick furs I ran a hand through my messy hair watching him.  Robb rose from his lying position on the bed going over and began slipping his clothes back on.  He hadn’t said a word to me after he had come in and said we needed to perform our duty to one another.  Regardless I knew he wasn't happy with me, luckily he hadn’t found out about what me and his mother had done with Jaime yet.  Finally not being able to take the uncomfortable silence I spoke up. “Is this how we're going to be from now on? We share a bed like we have romantic attachment for one another but outside the tent you pretend as if everything is fine around your men.” 

“You seem to understand the plan quite clearly.  I don't see a need for us to discuss it any further.” He said bending down and began tying the strings of his boots. 

Moving my body more upright against the pillows I snapped back. “Robb, I don't want that kind of life with you.  I love you but not the way you are currently acting like.” 

“So I'm just supposed to act like everything is fine when my wife has lied to me.  When I had completely allowed myself to trust you from day one of meeting you.  I believed you weren’t a threat and now I can’t look at you without thinking about him.” 

“Then maybe I was a fool to think you ever loved me  at all.” I blurted out regretting my words that had come out of my mouth.  Robb looked over his shoulder, an instant hurt showing all over his face.  “Robb, I didn’t mean to say that.  I just-“ 

The tent flap opened revealing a guard who addressed us. “My king, my queen, the Frey woman are arriving.” 

“Thank you, Ser.  I’ll see you later.” Robb picked his sword up from the table without another word to me.  So I had no choice but to get dressed and go see the young girls I believed I could help find a husband they loved amongst our houses. 

A large carriage came riding down the road coming towards the edge of the camp.  The House Frey banners flapped in the wind until the carriage stopped in front of where I was standing.  The door was swung open by the driver revealing the five girls I would take under my wing.  Merry, who has  dark brown eyes and blonde hair.  Next standing beside her was Freya with hazel eyes, and blonde hair.  Shifting my gaze past the two ladies, the other two joining them was Marianne and Giana.  Marianne was born with light blue eyes, and long, dark curly hair while Giana has brown eyes and light brown hair that was in simple wavy curls.  “You’re grace.” All the young women gave me a curtsy after they had exited the carriage. 

“Before we go any further let’s get one thing straight.   While we are together you don’t have to address me as your grace or my queen.  I was never raised to find those tiles acceptable.  I’m simply Haelesa and all of you are simply high born ladies looking for some guidance from me that I am happy to provide.” 

Freya cleared her throat asking a question I didn’t expect. “Haelesa, the baby that you lost was it your husband’s?” 

“I think it’s best that I answer that at a later time.” 

Marianne tilted her head to the side. “Could you teach us how to ride horses?”

“Yes, that I can do.” I waved them all to follow me, ordering the guards to put all their belongings in the available tent we had prepared for them.  Regardless of Robb and I having some conflict at the moment I knew I needed to focus on making these girls prepared for the world and comfortable while living in our camp. 

Robb’s pov

“Have we heard anything from Lord Velaryon yet?” I asked my less bannermen that were standing around the war table with me.  We needed his men and ships if we were either going to take Casterly Rock or take King's Landing from the Lannister family and their bastard children. 

Lord Umber shook his head no in defeat. “Unfortunately no, my king.” 

“And why not?  I know I have sent out a Raven to his lordship.” 

Lord Karstark mumbled under his breath. “Maybe it’s because his daughter was already wed to the Kingslayer and he doesn’t recognize you as her husband.” 

“What was that, lord Karstark?” I spared a glance in his direction. 

He shakes his head lying. “Nothing, your grace.” 

“Alright then can someone explain to me why we haven’t heard any news from the seahorse household hmm?” 

Lord Hornwood ran a hand over his thick Northern beard. “We should assume he has other priorities, my king.  After all he is not a northerner.  These idiots in the south aren’t loyal to the other houses like we are.”

“And that is exactly what we should be trying to change.  Tywin and his entire family have too much power over the realm and that needs to end today, not tomorrow but today.  Otherwise what are we really fighting for if not for freedom for ourselves and the rest of the Seven kingdoms?” Leaning my palms on the table I shifted my gaze around the room to all my northern lords all staring at me. 

The tent flap got thrown opened causing everyone to turn their heads in that direction seeing Haelesa’s best friend Chezney who stood inside the doorway. “We need to talk now, Robb!” 

“He is your king, my lady.  Be careful with your words.” Lord Flint warned her. 

She glared at me, not caring what he just said. “I need to speak with you alone this instant.” 

“Watch your tongue, my lady!” Lord Flint takes a step towards her. 

Raising my hand I didn’t need a fight breaking out between the pair.  The lords left the room without another word simply bowing their heads at me until it was just the two of us in the room. “Leave us now.  What do you need to talk with me about, Chezney?” 

“You’re being an asshole to my best friend.” 

Blinking my eyes I almost couldn’t believe she had just said that to my face. “Woah, I don’t think you should say that to me.” 

“Oh I’m sorry, Lord Stark.   What I meant to call you is a cunt who has been treating my best friend like shit since the day she had her miscarriage when you should be there supporting her!” 

Hanging my mouth open I shook my head never hearing her beer speak to anyone like that before, especially me. “Chezney, are you expecting me to support her when she slept with another man when she was sleeping with the Kingslayer and never told me.  I find that to be the most insulting thing to my honor and my heart.” 

“This isn’t about your honor, Robb.  This is about my friend who gave her heart to you and you’re just throwing it all away.” Chezney crossed her arms over her chest. 

Running a hand through my messy curls I sighed. “My father was the most honorable man ever known.  He even brought home his bastard son and raised it as his own.” 

“Exactly and you treated him like he was your true born brother.  Why can’t you give Haelesa the same treatment?  If she wanted to be with Jaime she would have helped him escape and already ran off the second she found out she was pregnant.  But she didn’t because she only loves you.” 

Meeting her gaze I stared silently at her for a brief moment before asking my question. “What are you wanting me to do?”

“Stop treating her like a traitor and start treating her like a wife because I can see it on your face that you love her too.” 

Nodding my head in agreement I moved around the table to stand in front of her knowing that she was right and that she would do anything for her friend. “I’ll do my best.” 

“You’re grace, something has happened with the Kingslayer.” The tent flap got thrown opened where we shifted our gaze to him. 

“What happened?” 

The guard responded. “The kingslayer he escaped in the night.” 

“Did you know about this? Did she do this!” I glared at Chezney. 

She shook her head utterly confused. “No.  I know she’d never do something like this.” 

“How. How!” Turning my body fully around to face the guard I got up in his face needing to know who had helped him escape. 

The guard replied. “We spotted your lady mother returning from his cell this morning without her lady knight at her side.” Chezney watched me push my way past him stomping through the camp in search of my mother. 

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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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°•. BB’s Bookshelf .•°

An organised collection of fan fiction that I love and would recommend. A lot of hurt/comfort because it’s my favourite. I update this list regularly so keep an eye out for new stories. Feel free to browse and enjoy!

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STRANGER THINGS:

🦋 Steve Harrington

🦋 Eddie Munson

🦋 Robin Buckley

🦋 Steddie

🦋 Billy Hargrove

CALL OF DUTY:

🦋 Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

🦋 König

🦋 Task Force 141

GAME OF THRONES:

🦋 Sandor Clegane

🦋 Tyrion Lannister

🦋 Brienne of Tarth

THE LAST OF US:

🦋 Joel Miller

THE MANDALORIAN:

🦋 Din Djarin

NARCOS:

🦋 Javier Peña

SUPERNATURAL:

🦋 Sam Winchester

🦋 Dean Winchester

🦋 Castiel

JOHN WICK:

🦋 John Wick

RED DEAD REDEMPTION:

🦋 Arthur Morgan

🦋 John Marston

BALDUR'S GATE 3:

🦋 Astarion Ancunín

🦋 Halsin Silverbough

🦋 Gale Dekarios

🦋 Wyll Ravengard

🦋 Karlach Cliffgate

THE WALKING DEAD:

🦋 Daryl Dixon

[asimperingswannsong]

A Spouse for a Ser?

Ser Brienne of Tarth/Lady Lyla Mooten (OFC)

Summary/Notes/Warnings: @holymymolly and Part 5. I tried to make up to sweet innocent Brienne for kicking her around a bit in the last one and, wow, did it turn sappy quick. Fluff, a dab of smut, some canon typical violence, and hurt/this time with comfort.

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Brienne lay bleeding face down in the mud as she tried to untie the knots of the ropes binding her feet together while she watched the remaining thieves from the corner of her least swollen eye. She moved slowly to avoid their notice.

She needn't have bothered to be careful as her captors were fully engrossed in drinking, bragging, and planning. They'd hatched a half-assed plan to ransom Brienne's return for a large sum but were trying to iron out how they could take the money while still killing her.

They'd settled on hiring an assassin to shoot her from afar after the exchange. They figured for a fourth of the ransom they could easily find someone to make the shot. Satisfied with their master plan they eventually fell into a drunken slumber around the fire.

Newly freed from her bonds, Brienne seized the opportunity, rising and grabbing a large rock, as she slowly made her way down the hill toward the men.

The ogre who'd beaten her earlier was sleeping with one hand on Oathkeeper. She approached him quietly, but just as she reached out and touched her blade, he opened his eyes and lunged with a knife. He stabbed her in the thigh, and she screamed in pain alerting the other two vandals.

Their comrade stood with Brienne's sword and attempted to run her through. She dodged the near fatal thrust and swung the rock landing a hard blow on his temple. He dropped the sword, and she bludgeoned him a second time in the back of his head with the rock. He fell to the ground lifeless.

She looked up to see his friends closing in. She grabbed her sword and waited. The one on the right made the first move, swiping crosswise at her torso. She was able to lunge back just enough to avoid contact before reaching out, grabbing him by the shoulder, and pulling him in. She caught his foot with hers and he face planted hitting a boulder and falling unconscious. She made short work of the third, disarming him easily and threatening him at sword point until he relented.

She felt her strength draining from her as she hoisted the bound and gagged pair of idiots onto one of their horses to begin the return to King's Landing. Brienne felt the effects of her injuries more and more as they journeyed back. She'd attempted to bandage her leg wound as well as possible, but the day's riding caused it to reopen again and again causing her to have to stop several times to try and staunch the bleeding.

She had very little provisions, no bedding, and she was unable to snare any game the first night they stopped. She lay uncovered on the cold ground and felt shooting pains in her ribs and her injured leg. "You're gonna doom us all to death if you keep trying to take us back you stupid bitch. That leg's already infected. Even if you survive, you'll lose it."

One of her prisoners had worked his gag free and was taunting her from the tree she'd tied them to for the evening. "Shut up and sleep!" she shouted at him, but he continued to sneer and bitch at her. Finally, she'd had enough, and she used a nearby boulder to push herself up to avoid placing weight on her leg.

She hobbled over and unceremoniously smacked him across the face with the back of her hand knocking him unconscious. She glared at his companion who had not managed to remove his gag. He shook his head, so she turned and made her way back to the spot of ground she'd chosen for a bed.

The next morning, she struggled getting them onto the horse, dropping the loudmouth in the dirt accidentally. As they finally set off with him haranguing her loudly, Brienne felt dehydrated, and her head was pounding as the sun grew hotter overhead. She became dizzy and worried that fever had set in.

She swayed side to side in the saddle and her vision blurred. "We're gonna die out here in the sun when you drop!" "So be it!" she snapped at him. Eventually, they did arrive at King's Landing though, and Brienne felt almost delirious as she rode through town and straight into the throne room with the murderers in tow.

She dismounted and tried to give her report to King Bran, but she collapsed as she tried to approach. Her guardsmen went to fetch the maester. Lyla entered from a side door and ran to Brienne, dropping to her knees and gathering her wife's head into her lap.

"Help her please," she pleaded. "The maester is on his way my lady." Lyla carded her fingers through Brienne's hair and placed a kiss on her forehead. Brienne opened her eyes and smiled up at her. "Hello, beautiful," she croaked out. "Hi," she said smiling as tears dropped from her face dotting Brienne's cheeks. She bent further down and placed a kiss on her dehydrated, cracked, and split lips as Brienne drifted back into unconsciousness.

Lyla followed along behind as Brienne was taken for treatment. She watched anxiously as poultices were applied to her wounds and her broken bones were wrapped. The maester informed her the leg wound was infected and they propped her up forcing her to drink an herbal tea meant to break her fever.

After much pleading, Lyla managed to have Brienne moved to their rooms. She sat beside her on their bed and bathed her as well as she could using a basin and cloth. She hummed and sang soothingly to her as she cleaned the sweat and grime from her hair and body. She dropped the straps of her dress and let the top fall into her lap, gathering Brienne to her and pressing her close against her breast.

She hoped the sounds and smells of her and of their home would comfort Brienne as she struggled with the fever. The wounds on her face were painfully swollen, with one eye barely visible. Each morning, she had her handmaiden retrieve new bandages, poultices, and tea for Lyla to administer. She continued washing her and singing to her.

She made a broth and attempted to feed her. Eventually, she noticed the swelling around her wounds begin to subside. As she slept next to her one night, she woke to the sound of Brienne moaning in her sleep. She lit the lantern next to their bed and saw that she lay drenched in sweat. The bedding around her was soaked.

Lyla got up and retrieved the wash basin and cloth. She returned, sat Brienne up, removed her shirt and washed her off, before pulling her to her side of the bed to keep her out of the damp. Her skin felt noticeably cooler to the touch and Lyla hoped it was a good sign. In the morning she would have their handmaiden help her remove Brienne from the bed so she could change their sheets.

She put a fresh shirt on her wife and lay down next to her draping her arm gently over a bruise free section of her torso. When Lyla awoke in the morning, she found herself looking into a pair of deep sapphire blue pools. She smiled at Brienne, "Hi." "Hi," Brienne returned in a sleep heavy raspy voice.

Lyla gently traced a path along Brienne's hairline and down around her injured eye with her fingertip. She continued down her bruised cheekbone to the split lip below. When Brienne didn't flinch from the contact, Lyla leaned forward and placed a kiss on her battered lips. "I've missed you so much," she said pulling back. Brienne followed after for a second kiss. "I've missed you too my beautiful lady. I love you."

Lyla kissed her again and then began working her way down peppering the least bruised places on Brienne's body with a multitude of kisses. Brienne hummed happily and placed a hand gently on the back of Lyla's head as she continued her ministrations. "I'm so happy to have you home again, to have you in our bed again. I've been so worried for you," she said with a brief pause between each word to drop a kiss to a new area.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, my lady." "It doesn't matter now, ser knight. You're here with me, and that's all I need." Lyla had been so busy being relieved by Brienne's recovery that she failed to anticipate how the next few days would play out with a bed ridden, still very much injured, but impatient and grumpy knight.

"Please. Just a little walk down to the water?" "Darling, I'm so happy you're doing better, but that leg of yours is still injured." "Nonsense. I'm fine. Please?" "Fine? No, ser knight, you are not fine." "But it's been weeks," Brienne huffed. "Weeks, it's only been a few days sweetheart."

They made their way down the hillside at a glacial pace with Lyla clinging protectively to one of Brienne's arms and checking in with her every few seconds. "Are you alright my love?" "Of course, I'm fine my lady." Lyla could tell from the way she'd flinch from time to time that Brienne was not being completely truthful, but she was far too head strong to admit defeat.

They made it to the water's edge eventually where they sat in the grass and watched the waves for a while. They stood after awhile and a fair amount of struggle, and Lyla thought Brienne would be ready to return home but instead she started down the coast. Lyla followed along worriedly.

They came to a rocky alcove and Brienne moved to go inside the mouth of a large cave opening. "Darling, I don't think that's a good idea." "Trust me sweetheart. Just a little while." They walked along a ledge with a dark seam running next to them. Lyla could hear running water beneath.

Lyla was beginning to think Brienne was having a delusional episode or something but then they came to a large opening in the cave with light pouring in from above. There was water running down from one side of the rocks forming a large pool of cerulean blue water.

It was a natural grotto. Brienne was attempting to tug her shirt off over her head. "Sweetheart, are you sure that's a good idea? Is the water good for your injuries?" "The leg wound is completely closed over, and the water here is fresh not salt water. It's fed from that spring over there and it's perfectly cool," Brienne said as Lyla helped her remove the shirt.

Lyla was shocked at first by the cold of the pool, but her body quickly adjusted as she reached out to help Brienne down into the water. They waded nude out into the deeper water submerging themselves up past to the tops of their arms. Brienne reached out and pulled her into her. Lyla resisted slightly worried that she'd grab the wrong spot and hurt her wife.

"I'm okay my love. Let me hold you." Lyla wrapped both arms around Brienne's neck and pressed her body close against her. Brienne smiled down at her and drew her into a kiss. It lingered and turned into two then three. They stood and enjoyed exploring each other.

Brienne leaned back and began to float in the water pulling Lyla off her feet as well. She pulled her back in and attacked her neck with open mouthed kisses causing Lyla to giggle and kiss Brienne's shoulder.

Brienne pulled her up her body and surprised her by drawing her breast into her mouth. Lyla started to press her hips down into Brienne's lap before she stopped herself remembering the leg wound. Brienne turned her in her arms and pulled her in with her back pressed to her torso. She whispered in her ear, "It's alright my lady."

She grasped Lyla's breast kneading it and pinching her nipple lightly as she kissed her neck and shoulders. She ran her other hand down Lyla's stomach to the top of her mound. Lyla reached back and grabbed Brienne by her uninjured hip pushing herself closer against her as she felt Brienne's fingers dip down parting her folds.

She moaned as her wife circled her clit gently and continued to massage her breast. "I've missed you," she whispered with her lips pressed to Lyla's ear as she drew her fingers down lower and pressed one inside her. Lyla rolled her hips and opened her legs wider as they floated pressed against each other.

Brienne curled her finger inside her core stroking gently against her inner walls. "More, please," she moaned. Brienne added a second finger and pressed deeper working faster inside her. She wrapped her other hand around Lyla’s belly as she bucked her hips rhythmically and dropped her head back resting on Brienne's shoulder.

She was breathing faster, and moaning lost in the sensation of being reunited with her wife. It felt incredible. "Please sweetheart," Lyla wasn't even sure what she wanted she just wanted more of Brienne. Brienne added a third finger and she moaned loudly at how good the stretch felt. "Are you close my love?" "Uh huh," she mewled. Brienne dropped her other hand down and began teasing her clit as she fucked her faster.

Lyla gripped tighter to Brienne's hip and stopped moaning as her mouth fell open and her breath caught in her throat. She pressed her breasts up and out of the water. Brienne admired how the cold water caused her nipples to tighten into hard buds. Lyla felt herself fall over the edge and she trembled in Brienne's grasp as she came before collapsing back down in the water against her.

Brienne kissed her gently as she withdrew her fingers from her core and cradled her against her allowing Lyla to come down from her peak. They floated languidly in each other's embrace.

The return trip to their rooms was far more arduous but part way up Lyla flagged down a merchant and managed to catch a ride on the back of his cart back up to the top of the hill. Brienne was exhausted when Lyla placed her back in bed, but she was far more open to taking orders from her when she insisted Brienne get some rest.

[brienneoftarth1989]

“So reader is the daughter of a blacksmith, so she’s pretty strong, and believes she can hold her own when making deliveries between two villages. However, on the way back home, a small group of outlaws decide to have a bit of ‘fun’. Deciding she would rather die than let anything happen to her, reader fights back. Just as they are going to kill her, Brienne comes in the scene and fights them off, tending to readers sounds and helping to comfort her” - requested by @reddragon30000

I Would Rather Die

Brienne of Tarth x fem reader

Summary: read request

Warnings: implied sexual assault / rape, graphic fighting

Requests open

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Working with your father was one of the best experiences you have encountered in your life so far. I mean you were only 15 years old so it wasn’t like you have lived much yet. Other girls your age were preparing themselves for marriage and learning all this stuff that a woman should know. However none of that stuff ever interested you.

This may be because you grew up with your father raising you. Unfortunately your mother died in childbirth which left your father raising you on his own. You loved your father though and loved the path he has led you down. Instead of preparing you for marriage he is teaching you how to forge swords and armour.

You couldn’t wait until your father taught you more and more. At the moment you seemed to know the basics. You knew how to heat the metal and how to cool it. That was all your father was willing to teach you when you were younger. But now you are old enough he is starting to teach you how to shape the metal to its desired shape.

However when your father is not teaching you how to forge correctly he has you out making deliveries to the local villages. You didn’t mind this as it kept you busy plus you could go out and explore. It was until one day that everything changed.

The day started like most others, watching your father teach you how to forge correctly before sending you out to make your deliveries for the day. You were lucky that due to the amount of swords and armour you have to move around you managed to build up a lot of muscle which meant you could defend yourself if need be however your father did forge you a sword just in case you ever needed it.

“Ok so all the swords and armour you need to deliver are over in those crates. They need to be loaded up into the wagon and need to be delivered to these addresses in the local villages” your father said as he handed over a piece of paper that stated all the addresses you needed to deliver to that day.

“Ok father. Not a problem and I will be back at some point this afternoon” you said smiling at your father as you turned around and walked over to the crates that contained the weapons. You lifted one of the crates grunting as it took all your strength as you lifted it and walked out to the wagon sliding the crate onto the back of it.

You repeated the same task with the other three crates. You were a bit puffed out when you had finally moved all the crates so you headed into your little home to grab some water and a small something to eat to have on your journey.

Once you knew you had everything you needed for your journey and all the deliveries were secure on your wagon you jumped onto the seat at the front grabbing the reins of your horses, giving them a slight whip indicating you wanted them to move forward.

“See you later, father!” you shouted behind your shoulder so he could hear you. “See you later, y/n, stay safe!” he yelled back at you knowing that all he cared about was you getting back home safely. He had told you before he didn’t care about the deliveries as long as I got home in one piece. He couldn’t afford to lose me like he lost my mother.

Making deliveries was always a bit of a lonely task. You didn’t have anyone to talk to so normally you would spend half your time singing away to yourself and sometimes you would just talk away to yourself. You must look mad to people who see you talking away to yourself but it always seems to calm you down.

As you arrived at the first village you grabbed the paper your father gave you and checked the addresses that were written down. The first delivery was at a butchers and as you looked under that address you saw that you were delivering next door to the bakers. You pulled up to the shops bringing your horses to a halt.

You jumped off your wagon and headed to the back bringing two of the crates forward. You opened up the top of the crates making sure that what you were giving them was the correct order. You were indeed correct when you saw the crates were filled with a number of small and large knives. You father didn’t just forge large swords and armour, he made a collection of different sized knives that the local shops could use.

“Morning y/n, how are you this morning?” Mr Hogan asked you. Mr Hogan was the local Butcher in this village and you normally delivered to him every month when he sent off a number of his knives to be reforged or sharpened. “Morning Mr Hogan. I’m doing well this morning. Is there any chance you can get Mrs Connolly’s attention as I have an order for her too just while I grab both of your stuff” you said pulling each crate off the wagon one by one.

“Of course, no problem y/n” he said as he knocked on the door of the bakers. “Where do you want your order sir? '' you asked, carrying the crate in your arms. “Just on the counter in the shop my dear” he smiled back at you. With that you took the crate inside placing it where he had asked. When you came out both Mr Hogan and Mrs Connolly were standing by your wagon.

“Morning Mrs Connolly. I have you order right here” you smiled at the older woman. You picked up the other crate before following her inside and placing it where she wanted it. As you went back outside Mr Hogan was standing there with your payment and Mrs Connolly followed out after you with hers. You thanked them both and would most likely see them soon before continuing your journey to the next village.

It took a bit longer to get to the next village as it was further away but you didn’t mind and just continued to sing away to yourself. When you finally arrived at the next village you basically went through the whole ordeal again, this time however delivering to another blacksmith and a fletchers. The two men gave you your payment to which all your deliveries were now complete. Finally you could head back home to continue your lessons with your father.

As you were heading back home you decided you needed to stretch your legs. Jumping off the wagon you walked alongside your horses still holding their reins so they wouldn’t go too far. After about half an hour of walking alongside the horses you heard a few male voices from behind you. It didn’t worry you too much as many people used this road so you just assumed it was other people on their own journeys. However when the voices started to get a lot closer to you and didn’t pass by you started to get worried.

Were they following you? Why haven’t they gone around you yet? There was plenty of room for them to get around. You decided to encourage your horses to move to the side and bring them to a halt so the people could get around you. Plus it would make you feel safer with them not tailing you.

When you stopped you half expected to watch as they walked past but they didn’t. Instead the group of outlaws just surrounded you and your wagon. “Umm…can I help you?” You asked, trying to sound confident. “Yeah we want you” one of the men smirked at you, eyeing you up and down. “W..what do you mean” you asked genuinely confused as to what they could possibly want with you.

“Oh come on sweet girl. You’re telling me no one has ever paid the slightest attention to you” one of the men smirked at you. They’re not gonna do what you think they’re gonna do. You’re only a child. Why would they possibly want you?

“I’m only 15 years old. I’ve got nothing you could want” you said trying to sound innocent and like you don’t have a clue what they’re on about. “Oh but that’s where you’re wrong” another piped up. “You’ve got an innocent body which we want to use. So you’re coming with us” he said, grabbing your arm.

There is no way you are going to let this happen to you. You would rather die than let them use your body for their pleasure. When they grabbed you your body immediately reacted which caused you to startle the horses. You watched as your escape plan ran away. You were fucked.

You grabbed your sword from the sheaf drawing it in front of you. “Oh is that how we are playing this then little girl. It may be better to have you exhausted before we use you. Will be less of a struggle for us” he laughed as you watched him and his men draw their swords.

You prepared yourself for a battle. If it came to it you would kill yourself in order to not be used as their little fuck toy. You swing your sword over and over, managing to kill one of the men and disarm the other. You were proud that you managed to do that.

However you didn’t expect one of the men to come from behind you causing you to quickly trip over your feet. Your sword now out of reach you stared at the men who now had blades pointed at your neck. “That’s it you little bitch. You’re in for it now” they said, throwing their swords on the ground.

The leader picked you up by the neck pinning you to a tree. You couldn’t breathe. You then watched his arm draw back and then collide with your face over and over again. Eventually dropping you to the ground another man came over kicking you in the stomach before grabbing his dagger and carving lines into your face and arms.

Everything hurts. Maybe they would just let you die. You hoped they would but then you heard one of them start talking again. “You really thought you could defend yourself. Look at what you’ve got yourself into now. You killed one of our own so maybe we should just kill you. Nah you don’t deserve that. We are gonna keep you as ours and tort….”

You were horrified to find he had stopped talking when his head rolled next to your feet. You let out this deafening scream, scared that this person was here for you too. However it wasn’t until they started killing the other men around you did you realise that they were defending you.

You didn’t know what to do. So you did the one thing you did know, you curled up into a ball trying to protect yourself from anymore harm letting out the occasional sob due to the amount of pain coursing through your body. Then there was silence and you heard footsteps getting closer to you.

“Hey sweet girl are you ok?” you heard a female voice ask you. Looking up you came face to face with a blonde haired woman. All you could do was shake your head no and start sobbing again. “Oh darling it's going to be ok. What did they do to you” she said, sitting down next to you wrapping her arms around your body.

“Th..they tri..tired t.to..r.ra..rape me! I tried to fi..fight them o..off but th..they were too st..strong” you cried into the woman’s armour. “Oh sweetheart. Don’t worry they are gone now. My name is Ser Brienne of Tarth but you can just call me Brienne. Now do you have any family that we can get you too?” she asked.

“Yes, my father and I live in the next village along. I just hope my horses and wagon managed to get back there. The fight startled them which caused them to bolt” you said in between little whimpers. “Ok well I’m going to get you cleaned up and then we are going to get you back to your father” she said moving aside to go and grab some supplies from her horse.

She came back with a small bag which you could only assume contained her first aid supplies. “Now let's fix you up” she said smiling down at you. Watching Brienne was like watching an artist work. Brienne damped a bit of cloth with salt water before whipping away the blood that surrounded your cuts. This way it meant it would be clean and disinfected. Your body tensed as the salt water caused a sting all over.

“I’m sorry darling. It will be over soon” Brienne whispered, trying to be gentle with you. Brienne then used clean fabric to cover up any massive cuts to stop any dirt and bugs getting into them. “Here open your mouth,” she said, grabbing a small bottle out of the bag. “What is that?” you asked curious as to what it could be. “It’s milk of the poppy. A painkiller to help with the pain. Now open up” she said to you.

You did as you were told, opening your mouth slightly as you felt a single drop hit your tongue. “That should be enough for your little body. Now come on let's get you home” Brienne said picking you up bridal style walking over to her horse. She placed you gently on her horse and she jumped on after. “Hold on young one” she smiled leaning over her shoulder.

She instructed her horse to run, taking you both to your village quickly. When you arrived you saw your father standing by the wagon looking terrified about where you could have gotten too. “Y/N! There you are. Oh my what happened to you” he asked panicking as he took you off the horse and carried you inside with Brienne tailing behind.

“She was attacked by a group of outlaws. By the sound of it they wanted to take her and use her but I managed to intervene before they managed to take her anywhere. Unfortunately they were already beating her when I arrived. I have treated her wounds and given her milk of the poppy to help with the pain” Brienne said calmly looking at you with concern.

“Thank you so much for bringing her home to me. I couldn’t afford to lose her as well. I didn’t catch your name” your father said to Brienne. “It’s ok sir. My name is Ser Brienne of Tarth. Her wounds will need to be checked daily and cleaned regularly.” Brienne said, smiling at you. “Of course Ser Brienne, thank you again. If you are ever in the area again you will always have a place in our home. Y/n owes you her life” your father said cradling your frail body.

“I appreciate that sir. Now y/n stay safe out there for me. I will be back to make sure you pulled through. Also keep up that sword fighting. You have great skills, young one. If you ever want to learn just send a Raven to Winterfell. That is where I reside” Brienne said, giving you a small hug goodbye.

“Thank you so much Brienne for everything you have done. Once I have gained my strength I may have to take you up on that offer” you smiled at the knight before sleep finally overtook your body. Brienne left soon after and you could only dream of her.

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A/n: the way this started as a Lucifer fic but I noticed I only have 7 Brienne works and she deserves the spotlight too☝️(march 24)

No warnings, just a fluffy little thing, some kissing

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You had a habit of staring, something Brienne noticed from the day you met, something that made her terribly self conscious every time you ran into eachother. You’d give her a sweet smile of your eyes met. She had to admit it was a pity she was convinced it was just you making fun of her because she found you to be absolutely mesmerizing with that sticky sweet smile, until she figured out your stares weren’t judging or mocking, they were admiring.

The days after she realized that, she finally got the courage to approach you once you saw eachother again. You were beyond enthusiastic to find out she found you as captivating as you did her, and since then your relationship grew, up until now, you could finally officially call her your lover.

At first you were so shy, you’d blush and look away whenever she caught you. Now? Not so shy. It was shameless, what was there to hide if she was already yours? You loved absolutely everything about her and had no shame letting it be known.

It was one of those rarely peaceful days and you somehow convinced Brienne to stay in with you doing absolutely nothing. She always worked herself half to death and you knew she was more than deserving of a break, not to mention you missed her terribly whenever she was out, no matter for how long.

You basked in eachothers company and warmth. There was really no need to talk, though occasionally conversation would strike up for a few minutes or even a few hours. For the most part it was quiet, you’d simply exist together, one of your favorite activities.

You’d invest yourself in a good book as you laid wrapped in Brienne’s arms and she’d either follow along or catch up on sleep.

You laid on her chest now, starting, like always. Focused on the calm breathing and heartbeats looking at her with nothing but pure adoration in your eyes. You looked at her shriveled up hair, those stunning blue eyes making their way across the pages of the book, the small scar on her lip.

“You are breathtaking.” It was a quiet mumble, a passing comment made mostly to yourself as you laid there, doing nothing but admiring her. Almost like she wasn’t meant to hear it but of course, she did.

“That’s quite the way to break the silence” Brienne said with an amused tone and you smiled, shifting to straddle her lap and using both hands to cup her face, “Well excuse me, I was just busy thinking out loud about my stunning lover.”

Leaning in you placed a kiss right on the scar of her upper lip, then continued planting soft kisses across her face, so obviously avoiding her lips which she pouted at, making you giggle and finally connect your lips to hers.

Brienne rested her forehead on your shoulder with a sweet kiss once you parted and your hands found their way into her hair to play with it.

“I’m so lucky you caught me staring.”