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irreplaceable-ecstasyy · 1 year

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The Bitter Cold

For your Brienne request, how about something that takes place after Jammie left in season 8 with reader finding and comforting Brienne etc etc? - from @emilynissangtr

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[Thank you for this one <3 I'm pretty sure quite a number of us have imagined jumping through the screen to comfort her. :( ]

The sound of hooves thundered in the winter silence, long enough to drown out the sobs of a woman for a moment until it was the only thing that filled the stiff air. Another heartbreak. You had seen it all before at the bar you used to work at, long before the wars, where men and women alike were either the victim or guilty of heartbreaks. Had you paid any less mind to the scene, you would have walked off to your quarters in peace but you found your feet planted to the ground. The man who had ridden off at this ungodly hour of the night had been Jaime Lannister. As for the heartbroken figure left to weep in the bitter snow, her tall frame was unmistakable. Ser Brienne of Tarth.

You had never seen her cry before nor had you seen an ounce of emotion from the woman other than her scowl. You were acquainted with her at most from the day she arrived at Winterfell with her squire for everyone had been called to train in the fields for the war. Some part of you had always been infatuated by her, mostly from the stories you had heard of the woman knight. Her bravery, her skills; she was an absolute daydream. Were it not for the war, she would have occupied her thoughts. You had seen her compassion and the raging fire in her eyes that you thought would be entirely impossible to snuff out. But here you were at her worst, the fire barely flickering in her tearful gaze.

Her sobs wracked through her and you could see how she shuddered so violently. Then it clicked that it may well be the cold biting into her skin. Anyone would be mad to wander into the snow with only a robe on, and madder to remain in the cold numb the pain of the heartache. Watching her was enough to make you feel like you were freezing under all your layers, and you were not heartless enough to leave her there. Tugging off your cloak, you hasted over to her and, in your best attempts, you tossed your cloak over her shoulders.

"You'll catch your death out here."

"Then leave me be. . ."

She refused to meet your gaze when you stared up at her. Her eyes were fixed on her feet to save herself the humiliation of tear-stained cheeks. Hide the evidence of this stupidity. Knotting the string of the cloak with a sense of finality, you took her by the arm with no room to argue. You were already walking.

"One man isn't the end of the world. Come on."

Reluctantly, she obeyed. For a woman so stoic, she still listened so easily. A soldier's instinct, perhaps. With Brienne trailing behind you, you ushered her back to her quarters quietly. You did not need anyone waking up with a hundred questions to pick at the woman's remaining sanity. The room greeted you with a dimming glow at the hearth and a pleasant warmth. At least you won't have much to fuss over. You sat the still-weeping knight on a chair in front of the fireplace and went to attend to the fire, feeding it with more timber. Her sniffling said enough that she was already calming down, much to your relief, or it may be because she had no more tears to weep. Did soldiers cry as regular folk would?

Too many questions.

You had the fire roaring once more and heat began to pool into the room, soaking you up in its comfort. Turning to Brienne, you were surprised that she had lifted her head to stare into the flames, unbothered by the tears that spilled from her cheeks. Now that she was away from the public eye, it did not hurt to lose what little dignity she had lost since the moment you saw her out there. With no napkin, you dried her tears away with your sleeves, cheeks cupped delicately within your hands.

She pushed your hands away when the tears finally stopped, but you were not ready to leave just yet. Getting comfortable on the carpet, you took a seat on the floor beside her. You could not find it in you to leave her by herself. The crackling of the flames was brought you and Brienne some sense of serenity, but it was prodding at the awkward tension in the air. Neither of you spoke, but from the way Brienne's exhaled heavily, there was something at the tip of her tongue.

"I... I fear he may never come back," she murmured under her breath.

"That's what happens in wars... People leave and we're left to pray," you answered. "Shouldn't we hope that they will return?"

Scoffing, Brienne casted her usual scowl at you. "It isn't just the war"- She considered her words carefully before settling angrily with, "What do you know of wars anyway?"

You shook you head dejectedly and turned away. "You're right. I know nothing, especially when I have nothing to lose. And I know Ser Jaime's gone back to his sister."

"That's where his heart lies. Who am I to take that away from her?"

"Queen Cersei is his family. You would return to your family in Tarth if you knew of the dangers that would be upon them, wouldn't you?" you tried to rationalize. "Have you no hope that he might come back at all?"

Brienne was often sensible but in her flurry of emotions, she could not bear to listen to your reasoning. Her cheeks were red, her stare intense as if she might explode at any moment. The tears had gone so quickly.

"The more you hope, the higher you expect, and the higher you go, the harder you fall. You'd be foolish to fall into such a trap," Brienne snapped, but her face fell. "I've lived on false hope before. Never again. I just can't..."

There was a part of you that wished you knew Brienne better. In one sitting, you were learning more about her than the few months you had been training under her command. The wall she had built around herself was to protect the little girl she once was, the girl who was never given the fair life of ladyship for how she looked. Stubborn as a mule. You wondered just how much she had to endure to become so numbed and yet so bottled up.

Comfort was not your strongest suit, let alone with a person you barely knew. Lending a listening ear seemed to be enough for Brienne took a breather to get a hold of herself. Tears threatened to spill again but you sat up on your knees to reach her, brushing them away with your thumbs. You did not miss the way she leaned into the contact and lingered there until you withdrew your hands. Your palms were burning.

"He's all I have," she managed in a hoarse whisper. All I have at love.

"That's a lie."

She rolled her eyes. "Spoken like a person who gets to choose."

"Enough." You stood up in front of her, but somehow she could still meet you at eye level when seated. You mustered your courage. "You give yourself a lot less credit than you deserve. If you managed to swoon Jaime Lannister, you might as well be unstoppable."

"And yet no one is willing to give me a chance like he did."

"It's their fault that their missing out."

"Missing out on what?" Brienne laughed pathetically. "A beast of a woman? A thing whose etiquette compares to a bear's? Humiliating me for everyone to see?!" She went on, and each addition to the list made your stomach twist painfully.

Unable to handle any more, you clamped a hand over her mouth, the other squeezing her own tightly. "They're missing out on someone who has so much give. As soon as someone gives a shit about the way you should look or behave because you're a woman, they're worthless. Who are they to define your worth because of how womanly you are?"

She stared at you with wide eyes and when you removed your hand, she was gaping at you. She wanted to argue against your rambling but not a word slipped from her lips. With pursed lips, she gripped your hand tightly, unsure of how to accept what had been a praise or more, acceptance. No one had ever raised their voice to express their praises. Most of the time, when a person yelled at her, it was either a command or a jeer. Brienne the Beauty. The thought of the nickname made her grimace.

You, on the other hand, were not nearly done yet. You dove head first into your thoughts and they were all coming out at full force, every bit of it a truth that Brienne needed to hear.

"That's what Ser Jaime saw in you. It's a miracle how you changed that dense lump of muscle but you did it anyway. He will come back for you when it's all over. Even if he doesn't, you will find someone who might appreciate you even more. So, if you still think me delusional for believing that people are missing out and that you won't get another chance, think again."

Her disbelief was clear but her hand stayed in yours. "You say such things... Things I wish were truer, but look at the state we live in. I don't need your pity to make me feel better, [Y/N]."

She remembered your name. It did wonders to your heart but you were too focused on your current objective. "I'm not saying this out of pity. I'm telling you everything that's been on my mind since I was told about you."

That knocked the wind out of her, humiliation settling in. "From who...?"

"It doesn't matter. What does is that I've wanted to say all these things to you because you deserve to hear it from someone. It's evident that no one has from the way you're reacting. So, there you go."

Working at a bar did not prepare you to comfort others but if there was one thing you were darn good at, it was telling people the truth in their faces. You told off drunken people who needed to be humbled, lifted those who were drinking their sorrows away and spouted facts that people needed to hear rather than what they wanted. Right now, you were doing the same for Brienne, whether she was willing to take it or not. There was not a confrontation that had ever gotten you as emotional as you were now, but that could only mean one thing. You were attached to her. You cared. There was no lie there for you.

Brienne saw the way you dropped your eyes to the floor, left with nothing more to say. Her silence did not help the case but what more was there to say when you had said everything? Even her sharp wit had no retort to defend herself. She mistook your conflict for defeat and it seemed as though she appeared ungrateful. With the hand she was still holding, she pulled you close and enveloped you in an embrace. Gentle words were not her strength either but a hug was well needed for the both of you which she delivered.

You rested your head upon hers and sighed softly. This would suffice. It meant you did something right since you were still here and not outside. Neither of you wanted to let go. Brienne had already gotten comfortable resting against you, her head tuck snugly against your chest while your arms were wrapped around her neck in a half cradle. This was... nice. Running your fingers through her hair, you spoke once more.

"I can't promise you that he will return but what I can give you is my company. My friendship. Even if you don't accept, there are still so many others around you who care for you. You are not alone," you reminded her firmly.

Shutting her eyes, Brienne nodded, her embrace tightening around you. "Thank you..."

You stayed there for what felt like hours but you could go on for days if you had to. The fire was already flickering and it pained you to part from the hug to replenish the firewood. Where her arms had been around your waist was burning hot from her touch, a sensation you had never felt before but it was not at all unpleasant. You basked in it while you could. It was too late to dwell any longer for the Knelt in front of the fireplace, Brienne rose from the chair to stand beside you while you did the work.

"Will you stay?" she whispered.

You felt your heart skipped a beat but you managed to muster a smile. "If my commander wishes."

#brienne got #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne of tarth #brienne #nat.txt #this was gonna be a tiny one shot but i think i went a little overboard :)))#gwendoline christie

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charliedawn · 9 months

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GOT characters x Reader

"Please. Dance with me."

Sandor Clegane :

Sandor was standing near the exit—ready to call it a night. He was tired of seeing all those high borns dancing and getting drunk on expensive Dornish wine. But when he was about to leave, he felt an arm wrap around his and looked down to find you—clinging to his arm. He was about to ask what the hell you were doing when he noticed how terrified you seemed.

"Please…Don’t let him take me."

You were on the verge of tears. He looked in the direction you were staring at and found some lord with a sleazy smile on his face. He was walking your way and Sandor instinctively raised his hand to clasp it on your arm.

"The lady’s taken. Piss off."

He felt you tense up next to him, but his hand on top of your arm kept you in place as the man decided to finally leave. Once he was gone, you wanted to thank him…But, Sandor pulled away and walked away.

…He needed a drink.

Daenerys Targaryen:

When a man offered you a dance, you smiled and tried to politely decline the offer. But, the man wasn’t having no for an answer. Finally, he grabbed your arm as you were about to leave. Fortunately, Daenerys arrived just in time and stood between the both of you.

"I believe she has been quite clear. She doesn’t want to dance with you."

The man was about to protest, but quickly reconsidered. He left and you let out a sigh of relief. But, as you were about to thank her, Daenerys turned towards you with a soft smile before offering you her hand.

"Would you like to dance with me instead ?"

Her hand was opened invitingly and her eyes showed nothing but good will. So, you took her hand with a smile.

"I would be honoured, khaleesi."

Ser Jorah :

"Would you dance with me, Ser Jorah?"

Jorah looked up at your hand and was about to politely decline your offer when he noticed your uneasy smile and the other man standing a few feet away behind you. He immediately understood the situation and smiled before taking your hand.

"It would be an honour, my lady."

He kissed the back of your hand and you smiled before being led away. You swayed left and tight slowly together and even though Ser Jorah only wanted to dance to help you—he found himself enjoying it as well. You closed your eyes and didn’t even think about your 'problem'.

You just enjoyed the dance until the very last moment when you had to part.

"Thank you."

Whether it was you or him who said it first—neither of you could tell.

Brienne of Tarth :

Brienne had just won her final battle for the tournament organised by your father. She had put to the ground many of your father’s best knights and when her face was revealed…You were immediately impressed. A woman of such strength on your side would surely end in a successful alliance.

So, you waited.

You waited and when it was time to celebrate, your eyes landed on the fiercest woman who had succeeded in defeating most fighters of the court. Her eyes didn’t settle on you however.

You felt a little disappointed by it, but the night was far from over. You tried again and again to get her to see you, but she always seemed to escape your sight. Finally, you decided to give up and sit down. But, you then felt a hand land on your shoulder and when you looked up, you found one of your father’s choices staring down at you with a malicious smile.

You tried to tell him no. He ignored your request.

But, he finally listened when the woman you had been trying to talk to suddenly appeared behind you in all her armoured glory. She didn’t need to speak a word as the man immediately released you and walked away.

"Are you alright, my lady ?" She asked you and you replied with a smile of your own.

"I am now."

Jon Snow :

Many people had warned you about Jon Snow. Some called him the King of the North—others a demon. You weren’t really interested in rumours though, but by the truth.

Hence, you had accepted to go and meet with him.

A war was brewing and you knew that strong allies were necessary. However, when you found yourself in front of the man who claimed to be Jon Snow, you immediately knew it couldn’t be him. The man before you couldn’t possibly be the King of the North. He wasn’t a giant. He wasn’t heavily armed. Or looked like a living dead. He seemed…normal.

"I am Jon Snow."

"..."

You looked him up and down.

Before he could say another word, you threw a dagger at him and he didn’t even flinch as it landed in a tree behind him. You both stared at each other for a minute until you finally smiled.

That man was Jon Snow.

For you saw no fear of death in his eyes.

"A pleasure to meet you, my King." You introduced yourself and bowed before him. "…The man who danced with Death and survived."

Tyrion Lannister:

"No."

Tyrion was aware of your situation. He knew perfectly well of the unfortunate circumstances of your upcoming betrothal. But…He couldn’t bring you even more dishonour by agreeing to dancing with you.

"Do not look so disappointed, my lady. Even though I am sure you are quite lovely, I wish you to spare yourself the humiliation of dancing with an imp."

Such harsh words which ignited a general hilarity that made you red in the face with fury. But, not against Tyrion. You didn’t blame him for his refusal. You knew how it sounded and the pain behind such a request. But, you didn’t want to give up. So…You did something that no person had ever dared. You knelt before him—your eyes staring at the floor in respect.

"I see no imp. I see a valorous and just prince. And I still wish to dance with you. Please."

It made the crowd around you fall silent. Tyrion’s eyes widened and he seemed speechless for a while. But, he finally smiled before slowly reaching for your chin to lift it up so your eyes may meet.

"…Don’t you lower your gaze. You hold more bravery and wit than anyone else in this room. And if that is truly your wish ? Then I would be more than happy to dance with you."

Jaime Lannister:

You were sitting down when you felt a presence in front of you as you ate. Your eyes looked up to find your ‘fiancé'. He was looking at you with such disgust that all food got stuck in your throat. You knew it was but an arranged marriage, but everyone knew that your betrothed hated your family with passion. Your eyes glanced away and met with another man. He smiled at you. You smiled back.

Unfortunately, your betrothed caught the exchange and suddenly grabbed your arm—ready to strike. But before he could as much as lay a finger on you, the tip of a sword was pressed against his throat.

The room fell silence as none other than Jaime Lannister had come to your rescue.

"I believe this is no way to treat a woman—even less a lady."

He then sat down next to you and smiled before eating next to you—an arm wrapped around you. The message was clear. And the man left.

"…You will get in trouble for this." You warned him, but Jaime replied with a cocky smile.

"I am a Lannister. And lions are not scared of insects."

Oberyn Martell :

You were trying to leave the party. This was too much. A man was persistently trying to get a dance with you, but you didn’t want to dance with a man who surely did not care about you. You were almost there when you collided with another man who grabbed you before you could fall to the floor.

You looked up and your eyes widened as you saw who it was.

"Prince Oberyn of Dorne…" You gasped and the man gave you a small smile before looking behind you at the man following you.

"Is this man bothering you, my lady ?"

You gulped and suddenly took his hand. If you were to say anything, your father would blame you.

"Please. Would you dance with me, Prince of Dorne ?" You asked and the man following you seethed.

"You were promised a dance with m—!"

"I believe the lady asked ME for a dance." Oberyn cut him off with his usual charismatic smile. "Unless your title happens to also be Prince of Dorne."

The man huffed before walking away and you let out a sigh of relief. You were about to leave when Prince Oberyn grabbed your wrist.

"Now now…Where are you going, little sunflower ?"

You frowned in incomprehension until Oberyn smiled again and pulled you flush against him.

"…I believe you owe me a dance."

Peter Baelish (Littlefinger) :

Lord Baelish had had your eyes on you for a while and he knew that being part of your powerful family would be extremely valuable. Hence, he asked your father for your hand. But, there were too many contenders for him to even be considered as a good choice. So…He observed you.

You were young, but promising as you danced with grace and proper etiquette with all your possible choices. But, he could see right through you. You weren’t exactly happy to be here. And when one of your possible betrothed stepped on your foot.

He stepped in.

He took your hand and almost pulled you away from the man. You were about to thank him, but Baelish had other plans.

"What will you give me for my rescue ?" Baelish asked you. You sighed. Of course he’d want a reward for acting like the hero he wasn’t.

"What do you want ?"

Baelish seemed to think about it before offering you his hand with a smirk.

"A dance."

Your eyes stared at his hand suspiciously. But, at this point ? You would have accepted anyone’s help in order to escape. He pulled you flush against him and started dancing with you. Your eyes widened as he led you away to the center or the room.

He knew everyone could see the both of you, but he didn’t stop—not even when you tried to pull away.

"Lord Baelish…That’s enough."

Your father tried to stop him, but Lord Baelish only smirked before surprising everyone by kissing you. Your eyes widened and you were momentarily took off guard. When he pulled away, he smirked before glancing challengingly at your father.

"Now…About my wedding proposal ?"

Sansa Stark :

"My lady…Would you please give me the chance of a dance ?" You asked Sansa who hesitated for a moment before smiling and slipping her hand in yours. You smiled before kissing the back of it and led her to the dance floor. Sansa had always wished for someone to take her hand and make her feel like a princess.

She had first thought Joffrey to be the one, but that felt like eons ago. She had long learned her mistake. But, it didn’t mean she didn’t still wish for someone to make her remember what it felt like when her innocence and virtue were still recognised.

And you were more than happy to make her remember who she used to be.

"You are beautiful." You told her truthfully and she smiled.

She even graced you with a small chuckle as you made her twirl and made sure not to touch her that might trigger her in any way. After her awful treatment under Ramsay, you only wanted her to feel at ease. At peace.

And she knew it.

When she looked at you and a smile graced her lips—your heart seemed to skip a beat.

The pretty wolf was still a stealer of hearts, and you couldn’t wait for her to devour yours.

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rippersz · 4 months

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𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bed, where she had you falling apart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Short but sweet. - Rip x

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agathaandbrienneslesbian · 6 months

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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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jessicaslittlelovesickmess · 5 months

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Are we soulmates?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: angst, toxic!Larissa, pregnancy

Pt2

“Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” You asked Larissa as she sat in your living room “are we even soulmates in this one?” She responded with your daughter on her lap.

It crushed you

You had given everything up for the woman across from you, your daughter had been born during your time at Nevermore. Larissa said shifting was safe and didn’t require protection who knew the teachers pet could be such a liar.

So you dropped out letting Larissa live her life while you raised her baby, taking up a second job so she could continue her studies. Larissa had big dreams to become the principal of Nevermore and you lost the motivation to have any.

You had been dating the blonde since your first year of Nevermore, things had been perfect until that stupid girl came- no it wasn’t her fault.

Morticia had become of the object of Larissa’s desires causing visits to become scarce, you knew she wasn’t attracted to you anymore. Not since you had given birth to Delilah, your body had changed it was only natural it would’ve.

Your little Delilah Brienne Weems meant the world to you

“I love you” she smiled but didn’t take her eyes off the girl playing with her rings, you nodded of course she said that. You wanted a family it didn’t need the white picket fence as long as you had Larissa and your daughter. Unfortunately Larissa didn’t want that just yet.

It wasn’t until Delilah turned three, you sat at the dinner table in the middle of the night Larissa still hadn’t returned. Your head in your hands as you sobbed, who had you become? A shell of a woman begging to be loved.

Larissa had woken you up when she finally got home, liquor on her breath and lipstick smudged she looked cocky. You were tired not sure if it was only physically anymore as you followed her up the stairs watching her get ready for bed.

You laid down facing away from her as she slipped in next to you “I don’t love you anymore” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around your waist. She was only drunk you told yourself as you fell asleep, when you got woken up the next morning Larissa was gone Delilah now on her side of the bed.

She was too young to understand where her mama had gone too little to just see mommy everywhere but you hoped it didn’t last. That Larissa would change her mind but she didn’t and things flushed themselves down the drain.

You loved Larissa violently

Losing yourself

Larissa had gotten her way, she had broken you

It had been thirteen years since Larissa had left never looking back she often wondered how you had been, how Delilah was. But now as she waits for her next interview she knows she no longer needs to wonder about her family the one she left behind.

You walked in behind two children a hand on each of their shoulders, your eyes blank as you stared at her she now wondered had you been married. “M-mom?” Delilah whispered her voice cracking as tears welled in her blue eyes it broke Larissa’s heart she had caused that.

The boy only looked confused as he watched his older sister “my little flower” Larissa smiled sadly “Don’t” Delilah stunned the older woman. “You don’t get to call me that” she sneered as she turned to hid in your side “who’s this?” Larissa asked “Theo” he whispered.

She looked up at you with a silent question but you shook your head no as you took a seat in-front of her desk. “You know Delilah, your mama and I used to attend this school” Larissa spoke gently only to receive a lashing from her daughter.

“I apologise Delilah for leaving” she sighed making matters worse as the girl got up quickly leaving, Theo chasing after her.

You sighed sadly “I do apologise for leaving I wasn’t in the right headspace Y/n” she pleaded almost, you looked away not wanting to give her a reaction. “I found I regretted it, I got the job but nobody to go home to, nobody to hold, I have everything but at what cost?”.

“Well who’s fault is that Larissa?” I asked sitting up straighter in my seat “mine” she whispered staring at her hands. “I was pregnant and I planned to tell you but you left… you just left” you shrugged biting your lip still not facing her.

“I’m sorry”

“Sometimes sorry isn’t enough”

“I know”

“You know?”

Finally your eyes met now staring into the eyes your children shared “I loved you Larissa” you laughed “I love you in every universe” she whispered. “Do you take it back in every universe?” You scoffed shaking your head “we’re here for our daughter’s enrolment”.

You might be single but you had moved on no longer begging to be loved by someone who’s love had terms and conditions.

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pinkthrone445 · 6 months

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I’d love to see a part three of the Most Wonderful Time of the year where Theo gets to be a big brother to a little sister and reader is pregnant again this time with a little girl and her and Melissa got married. Please and thank you. I enjoyed parts 1 & 2.

-The most wonderful time of the year?- Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:fluff fluff FLUFFFFFFF

Warnings : (+18) very light mention of sex.

Summary:Melissa makes the worst mistake of her life by letting you go when things don't go the way you wanted them to. Years later, fate pulls you together again, Melissa just hopes it's not too late to fix things. When you finally give it another chance, you realize it was the right thing to do.

Thank you for all the comments and requests, I haven't had time to respond but I read everything and it made me very happy your love and blessings for the new year. . Don't be afraid to send petitions, remember that it can also be from Brienne or Larissa 💕 Enjoyyyy

From your son's birthday, everything started to run smoothly. At first you were afraid that your son wouldn't be happy to see Melissa so often, but the little one was very happy about the extra attention and that he was no longer left "alone" at school waiting for you when work got complicated. Thanks to Mel taking care of him when you couldn't, you were able to save a little money that you used to use to pay the babysitter.

It was very funny to see how they interacted with each other. When Mel asked you out on a date, your son hogged her attention while Mel listened intently at him and caressed your hand so you wouldn't feel left out. When you wanted to go out alone, your son would make puppy eyes to go with you and Melissa could rarely say no, they had known each other for a relatively short time and he was already the redhead's biggest weakness.

You had told Mel that she could go home as many times as she wanted but that you didn't want her to stay overnight because you didn't want your son to see that and get excited about things that weren't sure yet.

Thanks to Mel, the mornings of dropping your son off at school became easier, before it was hard to convince him to stay, now he was excited to greet the redhead and always asked you when she would teach him, although he loved his teacher Barbara, he also wanted Mel to teach him.

It was really a relief to be with the redhead again, although you didn't want to admit it, it was very difficult for you to manage your son, work and everything else alone. Even if you didn't admit it, you missed Mel and her company so much, that you finally felt at peace having her again in your life.

Their interactions at home were cute and funny, but you wanted to see them interact in other places, so when you had a day off you accompanied your son and the school for a walk at the zoo, you almost melted with cuteness watching them.

The redhead was with her group of students and you were next to your son and Barbara's students, your son was one of the smallest in height and age, so it was easy for him to get lost among the older children, so you were paying close attention to him. But at one point when you were distracted for two seconds when another child spoke to you, your child was no longer by your side. You almost panicked, until you saw your little one run up to Mel and give her little hands for her to pick him up, which she did. Your little one rested his little head on the redhead's shoulder and began to play with her necklaces smiling. You knew that loud noises and being among so many children upset him sometimes, so you were surprised to see how calm he stayed with her. After telling Barbara that you would be away from her for a second, you went with your son and Mel.

Your son opened his eyes wide when he saw you coming and hid around the redhead's neck to avoid seeing you because he knew that he had done wrong to go around without telling you or letting you know where he was going. Mel looked at him confused and then looked at you smiling

-"Hello again hon"-Mel spoke without being able to hide her smile of being with you again, no matter how much time passed, having you around made her happy

-"Hi Lisa, could you have seen Theo? He left without telling me and he knows he has to let me know when we are among so many people... No matter how excited he's to go somewhere or with someone, he has to let me know..."-You spoke up and your son hid more. You were aware that he thought that if he didn't see you, you couldn't see him either. Mel frowned

-"I didn't know that he had escaped without warning. I think Theo, being the good kid that he is, needs to come out and apologize to Mom. Don't you think so, Theo?"-Melissa whispered to him and your son still hidden, shook his head-"Then your mom is going to get upset and so am I, and this time your wet puppy eyes won't work, you better apologize before we get angry or I'll not give you more candy"-The redhead spoke more firmly, and your son sighed, coming out of hiding on the redhead's neck looking at you pouting

-"I'm sody mommy... I wanted to come with Lisa, I like being with hed, sody for not letting you know...I fogot"-Your son apologized playing shy with his little hands and you smiled, especially when you heard him call Melissa Lisa the way you did.

-"It's okay baby, but at least let Lisa or me know next time, okay?" - You asked, and your son nodded, smiling and playing with the redhead's chains again while muttering a song-"I have to go help Barbara with the other kids, will you stay with Lisa?"-You asked, and your son nodded again, smiling, happy to stay with Mel, who gave him cookies from the ones she had kept in her purse. Mel always had food or candy and your son loved it when she shared with him

-"I'll take care of him, we'll see you at lunch"-Mel assured you and you made your way to Barbara listening a little more than they were talking about

-"Lisa? Can I tell you a biiiiig sequet?-Your child asked, and Mel nodded, paying attention to him-" When I gow up I want to be a ninja pofesol doctol, like you and my mama and Jackie Chan!"-Your son said excitedly and Mel gasped surprised

-"That's the best profession I've ever heard, you'll have to teach me karate one day!"-Mel replied and your son swore by his pinky. You laughed when you heard them.

At lunchtime, you rejoined them who were talking excitedly as they ate the food Mel had brought

-"Hello beautiful people, what are you talking about?"-You sat down next to them and Mel handed you a tupperware of food for which you smiled and thanked

-"We... We wel... We..."-Your child started stuttering and staring at the redhead nervously and you frowned

-"We were talking about the animals we saw, a giraffe licked Theo's hand!"-Your son nodded excitedly and sighed with relief trying to wink at Mel surreptitiously but failed in the attempt, something was happening but you didn't know what, but you didn't want to find out any further either, you trusted them, you knew that if it was something serious, Mel would tell you later. There were times when your child was honest about certain things with her 'cause he didn't want to worry you, like when he was teased at school, and even though Mel promised not to say anything, she told you everything afterwards when you were alone.

At the end of the zoo walk, Theo returned with Barbara and the group and Mel stood next to you brushing your hand with her fingers while smiling

-"Do you think I can stay at your house tonight? We could watch a movie with Theo, I could make the kind of food you like, lasagna, you can make dessert, we spend some time together..."-You were loving the idea that Mel was telling you-"Maybe I could stay in the night with you... Having a grown-up sleepover, if you know what I mean... To receive your birthday how you deserve, naked like God brought you to the world..."-Melissa whispered the last part and you looked at her nervously, you had already had sex several times, but Mel had never stayed home with your son being there.

-"I don't know, Lisa... I don't want Theo to get confused and get ideas of something that I don't know what it is yet..."-You whispered, avoiding her gaze and Mel took your hand, caressing it delicately

-"First, Theo is going to be asleep at that time to know that I've slept with you, second, we can tell him it's a sleepover like the ones he has with his friends or tell him that it was too late to leave and that I slept on the couch , third, that kid loves to have me at home, I don't think he suspects me of staying there one night if I'm there so often... But if you're not sure, we can do it another night..."-Mel smiled and kissed your cheek, you sighed and smiled

-"No... Stay tonight, I miss sleeping with you and it would be a nice birthday present to have you by my side in the morning... I'm just overthinking everything as usual"-You smiled and continued walking next to the redhead.

In the evening, Mel came home with everything ready to cook and a little apron for your son that said "the little chef." The three of you started cooking together, making pasta and preparing lasagna and then making dessert together. With everything ready, you sat in the living room, your son and his dog on the carpet and you with Mel on the couch. The food was delicious and the movie entertaining, your son had chosen monsters inc, a movie that he knew by heart and said all the dialogues, which you were used to, but you were surprised when Mel also started talking and doing voices like him. You smiled at the sight of the two of them.

-"Mama?"-Your son spoke to you and you looked at him carefully taking your eyes off the TV, Mel did the same -"I want a little sister like Boo one day, Can I ask Santa for that next Christmas?"-Your son smiled excitedly and you almost choked on the wine you were drinking. The truth is that you wanted more children, but Mel was already used to a child, to being with Theo, when she didn't want any before, you didn't know how the idea of another baby would go with her.

-"I don't know if Santa is taking orders to bring babies, but you can try if you want"-That was the only thing you said before you continued to watch the movie.

By the end of the movie, the meal and dessert were over and your son was snuggled between the two of you and his dog, almost asleep, hugging your hand and Mel's, which were entwined over his little body making him feel safe. When he started snoring softly, you went to pick him up to take him to his bed, but he complained muttering that he wanted Mel and you to take him to his bed and read him a story.

After reading him a story and snuggling him in bed with the little puppy by his feet, the two of you went down to arrange things, while you were about to lift the dishes, Mel's hands wrapped around your waist and she smiled kissing your neck resting her front against your back

-"Let's leave this for tomorrow, let's go to the room... I want to be with you, I want to fill you with kisses and caresses all over your body. I want to make you happy and welcome your new year of life in the best way possible"-Mel whispered in your neck and you agreed without much opposition.

The next morning you smiled feeling the softness of the sheets against your naked body and remembering everything that had happened the night before, but a shiver ran through your body when you realized that the heat radiating from Mel's body was not there anymore. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs and then got up and looked for clothes to wear. Mel's shirt was there, so you wore it along with a pair of shorts. The aroma of freshly baked cookies made you smile and walk downstairs. When you were halfway through, you could hear your son's laughter next to Mel's, when you got down you saw how Mel was full of flour and your son was full of cream to decorate cookies, the puppy was at their feet licking everything that fell and could reach.

When the two of them saw you, they smiled a lot and held up a tray of cookies that said happy birthday and shouted in unison singing the happy birthday song, something that frightened the little puppy and made him run away and slip because of the drool he had left on the floor from having licked everything.

-"Mommy, I asked Lisa yesteday at the zoo to stay and help me make cookies fo you bithday! And my plan wodked."-Your little one screamed smiling a lot and the two of them ran to hug you sticking the flour and cream to you too. Without being able to help it, you began to cry, this was what you wanted, what you imagined, a family with Mel, something you thought you had lost years ago but it was in front of you, perfect just as you imagined.

The months began to pass and you decided to give a title to the relationship, officially you were girlfriends, which made your son very happy since you were no longer alone and you were also dating his favorite person, Mel. More months passed and you all moved in together.

Also one day Mel called you crying at work and you were very worried, but you calmed down when she told you that your son called her mom at school and she was so happy that she couldn't stop crying.

When you had already spent 2 years living together , your whole family and Mel's family got together to celebrate Christmas at your house.

Theo and his puppy were behind Melissa opening and handing out presents, while you sat on the couch with your little newborn daughter, Sky, asleep on your chest. After everyone had received their presents, Mel and your son handed you a small gift box, the last one under the tree. As you looked at them confused, the redhead took your little daughter and snuggled her in her arms while your son smiled at you a lot.

-"I thought you said we wouldn't give each other more than 3 gifts this year..."-You murmured and Melissa kissed you shutting you up and sucked your lip making you blush from the amount of people there

-"It's a small one, now behave yourself and open it without asking any more questions"-The redhead answered you and you looked at her seriously squinting, but when you opened the gift you couldn't believe it, a beautiful ring with a red ruby like Melissa's hair was inside. Surprised and confused, you looked at Mel

-"It's beautiful, but what does this mean?"-You asked, and Mel smiled

-"I want to spend this Christmas and all the ones that come with you and our two children, I want to be their mother officially in all the legal papers and if you want, I would like you to be my wife, what do you say? Do you want to marry me?"-Smiling at what she was saying, you jumped up from the couch and grabbed her cheeks, kissing her hard, careful not to crush your daughter, with tears streaming down your cheeks. The redhead smiled and pulled away a bit -" Is that a yes?"-she asked arrogantly and you laughed lifting Theo holding him in your arms and getting close to her again

-"Of course it's a yes, I'd be crazy if I said no" - You murmured and kissed her again, laughing when you heard the disgusting noise your son made and seeing how he covered Sky's eyes so that the baby would not see you two kissing

-"Iugh moms! I'll protect you Boo"-Your son called your daughter that because of monster's inc, he said that to his little sister and you laughed looking into Mel's eyes and thinking the same thing before attacking your two kids with kisses and tickles.

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weemssapphic · 8 months

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PART TWO: Welcome home

Link to part one - please read that first!

Brienne of Tarth x f!reader

Summary: Being on the run is the hardest, most heartbreaking thing you've ever done. More than anything, you wish you could go home.

Words: ~1.8k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: angst, breakups, hurt/comfort for this part!

A/N: This part of the fic is loosely based on the song Welcome Home by Radical Face! Again huge thanks to @dianneking for suggesting the song for this chapter!

It’s been almost six months now since you left your life - since you left Brienne - behind you. Some days are harder than others - especially when you’re technically on the run. You’ve been lying low, never staying anywhere for too long. You’re in the North now, but winter is coming, and you know that soon you should head farther south - who knows, maybe you’ll end up in Dorne. You’ve never been. Perhaps, though, you should leave Westeros entirely - it’s all getting awfully exhausting, and everything just reminds you of Brienne, and of a life you’ve run away from.

Tonight you’re sitting in a tavern. It’s dark and everyone is drunk, and no one cares about a stranger nursing a pint of ale in the corner, so long as that stranger minds their own business. You stare into your mug and twirl it idly this way and that, watching the amber liquid slosh around. Tomorrow, you’ll move on to the next town, the next tavern.

Sleep, don't visit So, I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes Hum with things I've never done

The door to the tavern swings open - the other patrons are too drunk to pay any mind to the tall, hooded stranger who enters, but you notice them immediately. Because they’re tall - too tall, even for a man - and there’s only one person in Westeros who’s that tall.

You couldn’t tell if you’d be excited or afraid to cross paths with Brienne again - your body can’t decide either, apparently, for your heart flips as your stomach sinks. But there’s no need to get all riled up - the Lord Commander wouldn’t come here, she has no business this far north.

Except the stranger doesn’t take a seat at the bar, nor do they head for one of the many empty tables - instead, they make a beeline for you. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat as you pull your own hooded cloak tighter around you. Your eyes dart about the tavern, trying to map out an escape route, but it’s too late - you hear the scraping of wood on wood and your eyes snap up to the tall stranger, who has taken a seat across from you.

“Didn’t think the North would be your style. I’d have thought you’d head for Dorne.” Their hood shrouds their face in shadows still, but you would recognize that gentle, gravelly voice anywhere.

You want to cry - you want to scream, actually. You want to fall to your knees and let out all the tears and anguish that you’ve kept in for the past six months. You want to grab onto Brienne’s cloak and beg her to stay with you, whatever she does, to take you back and never let you be so stupid as to leave again.

Instead, you shrug and take a healthy swig of ale. “Maybe for the winter.”

Brienne pushes her hood back just a little. You can see her face now - she looks the same as always, though maybe a bit more weary, a bit more worn-out. Or maybe that’s just your wishful thinking - that Brienne would be just as affected by the absence of your love as you are by the absence of hers. You wonder if she is - just as affected, that is. You wonder if she’s lost any sleep over you, if she still thinks of you sometimes, if she still reaches out in the middle of the night, only to find that spot right next to her in the bed cold to the touch.

Ships are launching from my chest Some have names, but most do not If you find one, please Let me know what piece I′ve lost

Blinking back tears, you drain the rest of the ale in your mug and slam it down on the table, harder than intended. “What’s the Lord Commander doing this far north? Gone to visit Castle Black? Wouldn’t it be more prudent to send a more lowly knight?”

A strange look crosses Brienne’s face. Her brows knit together and her lips part - she seems to be struggling internally with something, and it takes her a while to find her voice. “Haven’t you heard?”

You snort. “Heard what? I’ve been kind of busy surviving, been keeping to myself. I’m not really in the position to be partaking in local gossip.” You don’t mean for your voice to be so cold and so hard, and you feel sorry for the hurt that flits - however briefly - across Brienne’s face.

“I-I’m not… I’ve resigned.” The words come out in a rush. Brienne seems to be holding her breath now, and you cock your head to the side, furrowing your brow.

“What do you mean you’ve resigned? From what?”

Her breath comes out in an annoyed huff. “I’ve resigned. I’ve given up my position as Lord Commander.”

Your heartbeat stutters.

“You’ve what?” you hiss. You suddenly feel dizzy - you can hardly dare hope to be the reason Brienne of Tarth gave up the coveted position of Lord Commander, surely there must be another reason…

“Months ago, actually.” Brienne’s gaze falls to the table and she traces a long, slender finger over a little hole in the wood. “I’ve been searching for you… You’re hard to find, you know that?”

You can’t help but chuckle a bit - Brienne’s lips curl up into a little half-smile and she risks a shy glance at your face, peeking up through blonde lashes. Her expression is guarded but her eyes aren’t - they’re soft and hopeful and almost girlish in the sparkling naivety that they exude.

“I probably should have headed to Dorne, it’s fucking cold up here,” you say with a breathy laugh, letting your hood fall back slightly. Brienne’s eyes immediately drink in your face, your hair - in the spirit of becoming harder to recognize, harder to catch, you’ve cut it and dyed it. You suddenly feel self-conscious as Brienne stares at you, your cheeks turning pink. “Don’t you like it?” you mutter, your eyes dropping to your lap.

Strong fingers grip your chin and tilt your head up, stealing the breath from your lungs. “I do, actually. It suits you.” She offers you a soft, sincere smile, and your face reddens further. It all feels so familiar, so comforting, and that hurts. You gently pry your chin from her grip and lean back a tad, just out of her reach - her face falls, and it makes your heart ache.

“Why did you resign? Why have you been looking for me?” Your heart is hammering against your ribcage, so hard it hurts - you’re afraid of the answer but you need to know.

Brienne takes a moment to mull over her words. When she answers, her tone is serious, her expression solemn. “I thought about what you said, the day you left. I-I’m sorry that I got angry, I was afraid. I was wrong to doubt you - I should have taken your side. I afforded my loyalty to the wrong people, and I have been paying for that mistake every day since you left.” Her chin quivers and her eyes are glassy, but she sits tall and looks intently into your eyes.

A swell of emotion crashes over you and you stand abruptly, drawing the attention of a few patrons. You yank your hood over your face and grab Brienne’s wrist - she allows you to drag her outside, where you pull her around to the back of the tavern and push her back against the cold, dirty wall.

“You’ve found me. Now what?” you ask, your voice low and demanding. You can see your breath in the cool air - it mingles with Brienne’s.

“I’m not letting you leave again. I’ll go with you this time. Please. I want to be with you, I need to be with you.”

You search Brienne’s eyes - they’re bright and earnest. “You know what that means for you - for us? Don’t think the King has forgotten what I’ve done.”

“I don’t think he’s very fond of me anymore either,” Brienne breathes out, and you can’t help but chuckle. She laughs, too, and before you know what you’re doing, you’re pushing yourself up on your tiptoes, your hands curling around the base of Brienne’s hood to pull her in for a kiss.

Her lips are cold and cracked - regardless, you feel your heart being mended the second they connect with your own. Her tongue darts out across your bottom lip and, fuck, she tastes like home and you sigh into the kiss as you allow her to deepen it. You kiss until you run out of air - and then you kiss some more.

Peel the scars from off my back I don't need them anymore You can throw them out Or keep them in your mason jars I've come home (home, home, home)

“I have something for you,” she murmurs against your lips, and you rest your forehead against hers as she digs around in the pocket of her cloak. Whatever she’s just pulled out glints in the light of the moon and you pull back to get a closer look. Brienne takes your right hand in her own and places the object in your palm - it’s cold to the touch, and tears spring to your eyes when you see what it is. Her mother’s necklace.

“Bri-”

“It’s yours. It’s always been yours.” Her hand curls around your own and she closes your fist around the necklace, before placing a tender kiss to your knuckles. “I love you,” she whispers against your skin. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it back that day.”

You feel your face break out into a beaming smile - it feels strange (you haven’t smiled properly in so long) but it feels good.

“I love you, too, Brienne. I haven’t stopped, not for a minute.”

Brienne offers you a watery smile and chuckles - she sniffles a bit, her cheeks tinged pink.

“We cannot stay here now,” you whisper, your own smile faltering a bit.

“I know.” She sniffles again but her smile remains, and your stomach does a somersault - she looks so beautiful when she smiles and, Gods, you’ve missed her smile. You’ve missed her.

You bite your lip. “Where will we go?”

Brienne’s blush deepens and she takes in a shaky breath. “Would my lady like to accompany me to Dorne?”

Your smile returns full force - so wide that it hurts. “Your lady would very much like to accompany you to Dorne, Ser.”

“I’m not a knight anymore,” Brienne says with a quirked brow.

“You are to me.”

Brienne smiles softly and her fingers curl in the little ringlets of hair at the base of your neck as she pulls you closer. Her lips brush gently, slowly against your own as her other hand finds your lower back and tugs you flush against her. Her body is warm and comforting, and the tenderness of the kiss steals the air from your lungs and makes you feel dizzy. You wrap your arms around her neck to steady yourself and keep your knees from buckling as your tongue slowly enters her mouth; exploring, memorizing, coming home.

Here, beneath my lungs I feel your thumbs Press into my skin again

You know, without a doubt, that everything will be okay - no matter where you go. As long as Brienne is by your side, you will always be home.

Welcome home (home, home, home)

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chloe-skywalker · 8 months

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Protection - Jaime Lannister

Jaime x fem!reader Stark

Warnings: GOT

Word count: 2,033

Summary: Reader is a Stark stuck in King's Landing after everything and including her fathers death. The only one that seems to care about her is shockingly Jaime Lannister.

Authors Note: I think after the changes Jaime’s character made from being held captive by the Stark’s and losing his hand plus his time with Brienne that he would be protective of the Stark girls. The oath he made to Catelyn he didn’t want to break, so I think that means something. Just like he couldn’t himself but he helped himself and Breinne by sending her to go look after and find Arya and Sansa. - I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to be romantic or him protecting her because she resembled what he thought a daughter of his own would be like or if he was honoring his promise to Catelyn. I tried to leave it open.

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Y/n didn’t understand what she had done in life to deserve this treatment. To have the recent events happen in her life. To watch her little brother almost die from a horrible fall, to then having to watch her father be executed, she didn’t know where her youngest sister was, she had to watch her other younger sister be tormented by a brat that was only going to become a awful king, and her older brother by a year had started a war to get them back with their mother by his side.

But how she had managed to have the Queen’s rath bestowed upon her in physical abuse. Y/n didn’t know how that happened and she knew for fact she hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

But Y/n had been in Kings Landing long enough to know that Cersei and Joffery didn’t need reasons to be cruel. It just seemed to be part of their personality.

Tyrion was the only kind one to Y/n and Sansa. Along with his friend Bronn and man servant Podrick. Y/n didn’t trust anyone else in the Red Keep.

Lately Y/n noticed Jaime, ever since he got back he had been trying to get close to her and Sansa. But neither Stark knew what to make of it. He really was trying to get closer to Y/n, but Y/n was worried that it was some kind of plan from Cersei.

It was a normal sunny day, Y/n actually thought it’d be a good day to go out and walk or ride but leaving her room? That didn’t feel like a good idea, given her appearance.

Suddenly in the incredibly quiet room there were sounds of knocking on her chamber doors. Y/n gave a soft ‘come in’, just loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear.

Upon seeing Jaime Lannister Y/n nervously started ringing her hands at what they might have planned for her now. “Ser Jaime. To what do I owe this visit to?”

Jaime shook his head. “I’m not here on any business.”

“Oh?” Y/n was curious but she still wanted to be cautious. So she kept her head down. For more than just that reason though.

Jaime noticed the way she was holding herself and it reminded him of a scared animal. So he raised his arms to show he didn’t mean her any harm. Her behavior made his eyes fill with concern. “Y/n, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Y/n realized that this could be very bad so she needed to back track. “Ser Jaime, I-I meant no o-offense.” She stuttered shaking her head but still keeping it down with her hair framing her face to cover her face from his view.

“You made none. No reason to apologize.” He quickly reassured.

As they stood there Jaime took more notice of things. Things that were making him more concerned by the second. So he took enough steps to be standing right in front of her.

“Y/n, look at me. Please.” Jaime asked, but when he noticed how she was so hesitant to do as he asked. Jaime slowly raised his hand to lift her chin, as gently as possible to not spook her. When she was finally looking him in the eye, face to face is when Jaime noticed. She has a bruised cheek bone which to him looked almost like it belonged to a fading black eye, and she had a cut on her eyebrow and her lip. No wonder she was hiding her face, he thought. “Who did this?”

“No one, Ser Jaime. I fell that’s all.” Y/n quickly tried to dismiss, hoping he’d let it go. If she said something and he was sent by Cersei, then it’d get worse. If he was genuinely concerned for her and she told him, he might not believe her. His twin sister did it after all.

“Please don’t lie to me, Lady Y/n.” He pleaded with her. His concern was growing more and more. But he also had his suspicions. “Who did this?”

Y/n cast her sight back down to the floor, not wanting to lie to his face. With how much genuine concern was in his eyes and actions, she felt bad lying to him. “No one, Ser.”

Jaime let out a sigh, he could clearly see she wasn’t going to verbalize her answer. Which inwardly gave him his answer anyway and he could feel anger bubbling up inside of him. He knew in his gut who did this, and he wasn’t going to let it go. “Can I see you later Milady?”

Y/n nodded, stepping back still not lifting her gaze. Of course she said he could. He seemed to be one of the only people who cared as of late, but also she didn’t really have a choice. Not in her situation. “If you so wish to, Ser Jaime.”

Her behavior honestly scared Jaime slightly. She didn’t seem like the same girl he met in Winterfell or the same one that was in Kings Landing when he lft and was captured.

Ever since that encounter Jaime had been visiting and spending a lot more time with Y/n Stark. No one would bother her with him at his side.

But Jaime had yet to have that talk with his sister. But today was the day, he had heard some concerning things from the handmaidens assigned to Y/n and he was fuming.

“Ah, brother. What is so urgent that you came barging into my chambers without knocking.” Cersei spoke sarcastically as he barged into her room.

“What did you do to Y/n Stark?” He asked, getting straight to the point, face red with anger.

“The little bitch. Well, what did she say?” Cersei scoffed at even turning to look at her brother.

“Nothing. She said nothing. I came here to you on my own.” Jaime wanted to yell, how could she be so cold.

“How do you know it was me? The girl is quite clumsy.” Cersei smirked, and Jaime wondered if Y/n’s excuse of falling was something she was told to say.

“Oh, I know your handy work when I see it.” He scoffed stating a fact that not even Cersei could argue with.

Cersei could tell he wasn’t gonna drop it once she looked at him, so she sighed and said. “I assure you she deserved it.”

“I can guarantee that she didn’t.” He countered. Jaime knew how petty his sister could be and revenge was something she enjoyed. She wasn’t going to fool him.

“You weren’t here.” She shook her head and growled out her words. Why was he even bringing this up?

“Doesn’t matter.” Jaime didn’t need to be there to know Y/n didn’t deserve his sister's warth.

“Why do you care for this girl?” Cersei asked with a furrowed brow.

“Cersei-”

“No. Why? Why do you care for her so much? After everything her family’s done to ours?!” She yelled at him getting up from her vanity table and stormed over to where he stood.

“She had no part in that!” He yelled back, done with trying to be social.

“Why do you protect her?!” Cersei spat with clear jealousy. Of course she noticed him protecting her but why was what she couldn’t figure out and that angered her more and more. Someone having her twin's attention other than her never sits well with the golden haired Queen.

“Don’t touch her again, Cersei. I mean it.” Jaime stated in a low voice. His expression and tone shocked Cersei. He’s never used either on her and deep down it did shake her a bit. He’s never been this mad at her, or this deeply apparently.

Jaime was going to make sure that Y/n was taken care of. No one would harm her ever again. That he’d promise her. Not even his sister. If Cersei did she’d regret it because he was done with her cruelness.

“And what will you do if I do decide to touch her again?” She questioned as he looked at her so seriously she honestly was starting to feel uncomfortable.

“You don’t want to find out.” He stated before turning to leave, as he opened the door Jaime felt pride in himself. He stood up to his sister for something he believed in.

“Is that a threat?” Cersei asked with narrowed eyes trained on her brother's back.

“Its a promise.” Jaime said before slamming her door behind him. He felt good and now he felt a weight lifted off of himself and Y/n. Sure he still had to watch their backs but Cersei wouldn’t do anything to go against him if she was as smart as she acts.

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It had been a pretty normal day but Y/n just felt that they all blended together since so much had happened. Things had shockingly gotten better since Jaime and her had become close. But nothing good ever lasts is what she had learned being in King's Landing.

“Come in.” Y/n said upon hearing knocking at her room doors. She turned to face the door after hearing it open, seeing Jaime enter with caution. “Ser Jaime.”

“Lady Y/n.” He bowed his head with a soft smile on his lips, but as he looked around the room and noticed the uneaten food sitting on the table. Jaime’s concern came bubbling back up 10 fold. The handmaidens had told him she was skipping some meals and it worried him. But seeing it was worse. “The handmaidens said you haven’t eaten today.”

Y/n shrugged looking away from him. “Not very hungry.”

Jaime knew that part of it could be the stress of what's happened. It could also be her injuries that made it painful to chew, or it could be something Jaime really hoped it wasn’t. He didn’t even want to think about that idea.

Jaime stepped over to her, brushing her hair away from her face with his hand. Uncovering the still recovering injuries to her face. “Does it hurt?”

Of course it hurt still but he had been so kind to her she didn’t want to worry him. So she shook her head softly. “Not much anymore, Ser.”

“You don’t have to keep up the formalites with me, Y/n.” He smiled softly hoping to make her more comfortable around him. Show her he meant no harm.

“I shouldn’t-” She looked at him with wide scared eyes.

“I’m telling you you can. So you can.” Jaime stopped her calmly, looking her in the eyes. He could see how scared she was to do anything that might cause her to be harmed. Anything that might make it so she could be punished. “I won’t hurt you like my sister.”

“I-” Y/n’s eyes widened, just when he made her a little more comfortable again he say’s that. Y/n shook her head at him in fear. She didn’t tell him who did it so how did he know? Now that he knew what would happen to her? What would the Queen do to her now? Y/n was panicking on the inside.

“You didn’t have to tell me, and don’t worry I’ll protect you from Cersei.” Jaime told her, she had to know. But seeing her so panicked made his heart clench, so he started running his hand through her hair to comfort her and calm her nerves and mind. Jaime grimaced at her reaction for a second. This poor girl was terrified and it was all because of his family.

“How?” Y/n asked him while looking at him like he’s crazy. How could he, a knight, protect her from the Queen? Nobody could control Cersei.

“In any way I can, and I will. She will never harm you again. No one will. Not on my watch.” Jaime vowed to the poor girl that was stuck in this predicament. Not by her own choosing had any of this happened to her. And he was going to stop it and make her life better.

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makemyworldworthliving · 9 months

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Always

Brienne of Tarth x reader

Warnings: 18+!! Smut!!

It was a typical Wednesday night at your local, the same faces, the same sounds, the same amount of drink flowing. You spent most of your evenings here, not being able to stand being in your fathers presence. You were not the daughter he wanted, in fact he wanted no daughter at all. He wanted a son, and for that, you felt, he despised you.

You were to marry a wealthy man, you came from a poor family but your father had many connections. You sighed as you sipped your wine, sat alone, as usual. You watched the drunken men sing, and laughed silently to yourself. Oh to be free, you thought. To not have a single care in the world…

Just as you were about to finish your wine and leave, the door opened. You looked up and your eyes widened. Stood before you was the most interestingly beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her skin was pale, like porcelain. Her eyes like a deep blue ocean. She looked around, obviously feeling out of place and uncomfortable. Before you knew it you were stood up, approaching her. As you stood by her side you looked up at her, hesitant on what to say.

‘’Hi.. sorry, I hope you don’t mind me coming over I just.. you looked like you could use a friendly face’’ you smile at the tall woman. She frowns as she looks down at you, and your heart sinks a little. ‘’I didn’t mean to intrude, I-‘’ you decide it’s best to stop speaking and you walk back over to your table, cursing yourself. A few moments later the tall woman sits down opposite you with a drink in her hand, she stares at you as she slowly drinks. You look down at your hands and start to twiddle your fingers, suddenly feeling very anxious with the beautiful woman’s eyes on you.

‘’My lady, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you drinking here alone?’’ She asks you as she places her drink down, her eyes never leaving yours.

‘’I always drink here alone, I certainly don’t want the company of any of those men.’’ You share a laugh and your stomach starts doing flips when you see her smile. She leans back in her chair, before running her hands through her short blond hair.

‘’My name is Brienne. It’s nice to meet you…?’’

‘’Y/N.’’ You shake hands and exchange pleasantries with each other for a couple more hours, the wine and the conversation flowing freely. Once the bartender has asked you both to leave as it’s closing time, Brienne insists on walking you home. You head out together, taking a slow walk through the forest.

‘’You know, I really wish I wasn’t going home.’’ You sigh as you link your arm with hers.

‘’What makes you say that, my lady?’’

You laugh and stop in your tracks. ‘’Brienne please call me y/n. I’m no lady… not really anyway.’’ You lock your eyes with hers, and she steps closer to you, wanting to learn more about you. ‘’My father wants me to marry a wealthy man, to have babies and not be an embarrassment to him anymore. But to be honest with you, Brienne… I don’t even like men.’’ You chuckle and cover your mouth, clearly the wine has increased your confidence. ‘’I shouldn’t have told you that… I haven’t told anyone that… please don’t say anything! I know it’s wrong but I just-‘’ before you can finish your sentence Brienne’s lips crash into yours in a passionate, desperate, needy kiss. After kissing for a few seconds you pull back, your body still pressed against hers.

‘’Y/N.. I don’t like men, either.’’ You both share a laugh and she kisses you softly. ‘’Can I take you home?’’ She asks against your lips. You bite your lip and not enthusiastically.

Once you’re both back at Briennes home, you both begin tearing each others clothes off, leaving you both bare. She stares at your body in amazement and you blush slightly before laying on her bed, spreading your legs for her. Brienne crawls onto the bed, towering over you. She begins kissing your jaw, then your neck, before finally getting to your breasts. She licks and sucks at your right nipple and as you moan you grip her hair, needing more of her by the second. She comes up to kiss you before kissing her way down your body, pressing loving kisses to your stomach, your thighs, and stopping at your wet cunt.

You sit up on your elbows and look down at Brienne who is quite clearly very nervous. You smile and lift her chin up so she’s looking at you. ‘’Are you okay?’’ You ask. She nods and blushes. ‘’I’ve… never done this before.’’ Brienne admits as she blushes even harder. You sit up and cup her cheeks, kissing her softly. ‘’Just eat my pussy like you’re starving.’’ You practically moan the words against her mouth, and this is enough to give Brienne the confidence she needed, as she pushes you back onto the bed and starts lapping her tongue against your cunt like someone who hasn’t eaten in weeks. You moan loudly as you grind yourself against her tongue, your hands gripping the bedsheet. Brienne stops for a moment to suck her fingers to get them nice and wet before slowly starting to fuck you as her tongue still explores your clit.

You scream her name as you reach your climax and cum all over her fingers and mouth, your body shaking with pleasure. You manage to sit up and flip you both over, your body now hovering above hers. Your mouth worships her body with kisses and when you finally reach her cunt you slide your tongue deep inside her causing the beautiful tall blonde to jolt with pleasure. You fuck her with your tongue as your fingers work her clit, and the room is filled with the beautiful sounds of her moans, which you never want to stop hearing. Brienne orgasms and her back arches but you make sure to not break contact with her body.

After you’ve both come down from your high you lay in each others arms. Brienne looks at you and tucks your hair behind your ear.

‘’Stay with me. Please’’ her words warm your heart and you kiss her passionately.

‘’I’ll stay with you, Brienne. Always.’’

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1800-fight-me · 2 years

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Of War and Longing

Part Two for Of Duty and Honor

Part Three - Of Retribution & Desire

Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

Rating: E - Minors DNI!

Warnings: Explicit sex, pregnant reader, and reader is described as small so this could be considered a petite!reader, though there is no other description of the reader

Word count: 5.7k

Synopsis: You are finally reunited with your husband after he returned from war.

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Aemond Masterlist

“How long do wars usually take?” you asked your lady’s maid as she cinched up the back of your dress.

Brienne giggled, “Missing your lord husband already, princess?”

“Mmm I suppose. He is very handsome,” you said with a grin.

She giggled once again, making it clear she agreed with you but didn’t want to overstep.

“Patience is key in these situations, my lady,” she placated you with a smile.

She tugged at the lacings of your bodice and you sucked in a breath.

“Too tight,” you gasped out.

“So sorry, my lady,” she said as she hurriedly loosened the lacings.

Once you could breathe again you sucked in a few deep breaths.

She laced it loosely then came around to your front to survey her work.

“How have you been feeling lately, princess?” she asked carefully as she eyed you up and down.

“Not the best since Aemond left, I’ll confess. Helaena thinks it is the worry. I have trouble sleeping without him holding me. And I’ve been sick to my stomach thinking of him being harmed. I am not as strong and full of fire as the members of the family I married into,” you said as you blinked back tears.

“I understand your worry, you and the prince are extremely close for a married couple,” she said with a nod.

“But?” you asked as you sensed there was more in her thoughts that she had not said.

“Is it possible you are with child?” she asked gently.

“Oh, I suppose that could be true. I didn’t think of that- I don’t- I’m not sure why. I just thought it was the worry. W-we’ve been married for over a year now. I was starting to lose hope but he always reassures me to be patient. I-” you stopped your rambling as your eyes now started to fill with joyous tears.

“Perhaps you should visit the maester, my lady,” she said gently as she took your hand in hers and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea,” you said with a smile.

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“I should send him a letter to tell him, don’t you think?” you asked the queen mother days later after she happily embraced you.

“Yes, absolutely, Aemond will be overjoyed to hear you are with child,” Alicent said as she squeezed your hands.

You nodded, thoughts already racing about how you would phrase the news in your letter.

“Do we have any news on the war?” you asked worriedly.

She rubbed your arm reassuringly. “It is going well thus far. I am hopeful it will not drag on for an extremely long time.”

You sighed in relief and smiled.

“That is a relief to hear,” you said.

She nodded sympathetically, “Try not to worry too much, it isn’t good for the babe.”

You nodded and withheld your comment that it would be nearly impossible not to worry over the welfare of your love.

She was thankfully soon distracted by queenly duties and you left shortly after to write to Aemond.

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“Aemond,” you moaned as he licked your core.

He groaned in pleasure at your taste as he pushed two fingers inside you.

You whined in ecstasy as you threaded your fingers through his hair and held tight.

“Come for me, little wife,” he commanded in a deep gravelly voice that made your toes curl.

You body heeded his command and you gasped out his name-

There was a hand on your shoulder shaking you. You blinked as you woke and the flash of long white hair you saw as you opened your eyes made you bolt upright.

“Aemond?” you gasped out but as you blinked away the sleep you sighed deeply.

“What are you doing in my room, Helaena?” you groaned as you flopped back down and pulled a pillow over your face and ignored the urge to scream into it.

“Isn’t this really Aemond’s room?” she asked airily.

“We share it. He moved me in here when we were wed,” you answered with shorter patience than you usually show your sister in law.

“Hm,” was her only response as she looked around the room.

You pulled the pillow off your face and sat up to look at her. The endeavor was made more difficult by the roundness of your belly.

Dear gods, you missed your Aemond.

“Helaena?”

“Yes?”

“Why are you here?” you asked gently.

“Oh! You said you wanted to go for a walk in the gardens with me today!” she said excitedly.

“Yes, but in the afternoon,” you said with confusion.

“It is the afternoon,” she said with a smile.

“It is? Are you sure?”

“Quite sure. It’s okay,” she said as she placed a hand on your protruding stomach and giggled as she felt the baby kick. “I slept late through the morning often when I was growing the twins. It is exhausting being with child.”

You squeezed her hand in gratitude for her understanding and comfort.

“I shall just need a few moments to get ready then,” you said and she grinned.

“I can have someone bring you some food before we go,” she said.

“Thank you, Helaena.”

“Anything for my favorite sister,” she said happily as she walked to your door.

You grinned and withheld your retort that you are her only sister.

Shortly after you were walking with her through the castle gardens.

“What were you dreaming of? It seemed to be an intense dream” she asked you innocently.

You turned your face from hers to hide your embarrassment.

“Aemond. I was dreaming of him,” you said.

“Was it a good dream or a bad dream? I’ve never had a good dream about my husband,” she said absentmindedly as she played with a flower.

“That’s because your husband is a prick,” you mumbled.

“Hm?”

“Nothing. It was a good dream,” you said quickly.

“Do you miss him?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, dearly. You miss him too, don’t you?”

“Yes. He is always very kind to me. Like my mother. Not like Aegon,” she said with a sigh and you couldn’t resist the urge to pull her into a hug.

She seemed confused but allowed you to do so, but only for a moment.

You wanted to tell her that you would ask Aemond to kill him, if only to end her suffering, but you knew that kind of talk was treason considering her asshole of a husband was king.

Surely everyone in the seven kingdom’s lives would be better if Aemond was king rather than Aegon, but no, you couldn’t and wouldn’t urge your husband to kill his own brother for political gain. Even though you knew a part of him coveted the throne.

The game of thrones was one you had no desire to play, but the family you were married into certainly did.

Helaena changed the subject to nonsensical comments that confused you but you chose not to reply. She made confusing statements rather often, you thought.

This time it was something about bugs growing and being reborn.

After your walk with Helaena, you were once again tired and hungry so you returned to your rooms, grateful that at least for now the schedule of a pregnant princess was not very busy.

You wrote Aemond again, he had only written you back twice, but assured you in his letters that he appreciated your updates and words even if he couldn’t write you back as often as he would like.

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Aemond was covered in blood, exhausted, and desperate to sleep but other duties were required of him, even after a lengthy battle.

Good gods, what he wouldn’t give to tumble into bed with you right now.

You, his sweet little wife, now round with his child. He could picture you, pretty as ever, sleeping in his bed. A longing and possessiveness took hold in his heart and he once again cursed his brother’s war for keeping him away from you.

He yanked off his eyepatch, rubbed a hand down his face, and attempted to refocus his tired mind.

His page droned on as he read letters to him and Aemond shoved food into his mouth without tasting it as he plotted for the next battle.

“That one is hardly important,” he cut the man off and indicated for him to move on to the next letter.

Though he was in charge of the royal army he never expected to receive this many letters to have to wade through on top of his other responsibilities.

Though he clearly had a mind for battle strategy, he loathed the other burdens that came with his role. But as always, he would fulfill his duty to his family and bring honor to his house.

“This one seems to be from your lady wife. Would you like me to read it?” the timid boy asked.

“Mm.”

He scanned the table in front of him and picked up a token that represented a legion of his men while he decided where to place it.

“My love, I miss you desperately and am praying to all the gods for your safe and timely return,” the boy read aloud.

Aemond smirked at that. Of course you would subtly urge him to end a war as quickly as possible purely because you miss him.

“I hope things are going well for you and that you are safe. I think of you not only daily but nightly as well. Other women have told me my feelings are normal, that they went through phases of feeling particularly amorous towards their husbands when they were with child. Though, it is made particularly more difficult due to your absence.”

Aemond became distracted by thoughts of plotting for the coming battle and only half listened to the boy read aloud. He couldn’t feel guilty about it, he knew he would read your letter over and over again each night until you sent a new one, just as he had the rest.

“I touch-,” the boy stopped and when Aemond looked up his face was flushed red.

“Why have you stopped?” Aemond demanded.

The boy furrowed his brow and continued reading and Aemond looked back at the table before him.

“I touch myself in our bed nightly to thoughts of you. I think of your hands on me, your tongue-“

“Shit, boy, give me that,” Aemond snapped as he crossed the tent in two long strides and snatched the paper from his page.

“T-thank you,” the embarrassed and red faced boy said and with a roll of his eye Aemond dismissed him for the night.

“Fucking hell,” Aemond mumbled as he rubbed his hand over his face once again before he sat and read your letter from the beginning.

He read it over and over again that night with his hand on his cock and his thoughts full of you until he found his release and sleep finally pulled him under.

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Your days were filled with visits with Helaena and her adorable children, lunches and brunches with the noble women of court, as well as assisting the queen mother with planning parties and dinners to placate the nobles, all of which you were expected to attend.

You were starting to feel jealous of Helaena, due to her uniqueness Alicent relied more on you to assist her with such things even though Helaena was technically the queen consort.

It was starting to become exhausting given your heavily pregnant state.

You didn’t mind spending time with the nobles. You made many friends since you moved to court and married Aemond and you hoped that was due to your own kindness and pleasant nature rather than the intimidation of your husband.

Many people were afraid of him. You understood why. His presence can be very intimidating with his large stature, sword fighting skills, and tendency to cause trouble.

But good gods, he’s so handsome. With his sharp chin and jaw, beautiful lips, long white hair, and muscular build. Your heart panged with longing.

He was always kind, gentle, and understanding with you and the others in his life that he cared for, like his mother and his sister.

You felt he would make a good father to your child and hoped and prayed that he would make it home before the birth.

Alicent called your name.

“Hm?” you looked up at her and realized it must not have been the first time she called your name.

“Are you feeling okay, darling?” she asked you with concern.

“Yes. My mind just wandered off. I’m sorry,” you said bashfully.

“Are you tired?” she asked with motherly affection and you nodded.

“Perhaps you should go and get some rest before dinner. I can finish up here,” she said as she placed a hand to your cheek in care.

“Thank you,” you gratefully said, then made your way from her chambers towards your own. You managed to have what you considered to be probably the best nap of your life before you were roused and readied for dinner with the Targaryens.

These dinners were always tension filled and awkward, but made worse for you by Aemond’s absence. Without Aemond’s protective and possessive presence at your side Aegon had grown bold with the lude comments he made to you.

Though Aemond may secretly covet the iron throne, Aegon not so secretly covets what is Aemond’s- you.

Though the threat of Aemond’s wrath still looms over him and holds him back from taking action, his comments have become too bold for your liking.

You also thought that being pregnant with his brother’s child would dissuade him, but unfortunately it seems that Aegon has perversions you don’t understand and never want to.

“You look ravishing tonight, princess,” King Aegon said to you as he looked over your form. It made your skin crawl.

Unfortunately you were seated between him and Alicent, so he was able to whisper to you without her hearing.

Your lip curled in disgust.

“No I don’t. I look like I’m nearly ready to birth your brother’s child,” you deadpanned before you turned to face the plate in front of you rather than look anymore at Aegon.

“Hm. It is too bad I already have a wife. Otherwise I would offer to wed you should my beloved brother meet his untimely end in this war,” Aegon said as he leaned closer to you.

You leaned away and resisted the urge to vomit.

“I’d rather slit my own throat, your majesty,” you said sharply, exhaustion and discomfort caused you to grow bold.

He laughed heartily and you wished you had it in you to vomit on his boots as you had done months before. Even though it had been an accident due to pregnancy giving you a weak stomach, he deserved it.

“I do so enjoy our back and forth, sweet sister,” he said.

“Ugh,” was your only response.

Thankfully Alicent placed a hand on your arm and pulled you into a discussion about her excitement for your child.

The dinner was nearing its end and your leg bounced impatiently as you counted down the minutes until you would be able to retire to your chambers.

The door opened and you looked up as you assumed the servants would be bringing in dessert.

“Aemond,” you gasped as the guard opened his mouth to announce your husband’s arrival.

Aemond strode in and as his eye met yours he smirked.

His hair was pulled back by multiple braids that were then bound together, his armor was filthy, but his face and hands looked as if they had been quickly scrubbed clean. He was beautiful and you’d never wanted him more.

“Hello, little wife,” he purred and you smiled from ear to ear as you started to stand, desperate to go to him, to feel him and know that he was truly there.

Aegon cleared his throat obnoxiously and placed a hand on your arm to stop you.

You shot him a look but his eyes were focused on Aemond.

“It is proper to first address your king,” Aegon said.

“Aegon,” Alicent whispered in a reprimanding tone but her protest was ignored.

Aemond glared at him until he removed his hand from your arm.

Aemond bowed only slightly and drawled, ”Your majesty, I have won you the war.”

The room burst into applause.

Aegon smiled, “The crown thanks you. Tell me what it is you desire and if it is within my power it shall be yours.”

“Perhaps I can answer that on the morrow, I am weary from my adventures and for now all I wish for is a good night’s rest and the company of my wife.”

His gaze once again landed on you and from his small smirk you knew his intentions for your shared time were far from innocent.

You bit your lip to hide your eager smile.

“Surely you also wish for a stomach full of King's Landing’s best food. Sit and eat with us, brother,” Aegon said with the smile of a snake.

Aemond pursed his lips in annoyance but conceded with a small nod.

The servants quickly rearranged the table so that Aemond could sit and dine next to you.

With long strides he rounded the table and soon stood behind you.

He pulled your chair back from the table and knelt before you.

“Hello, my prince,” you whispered as tears pricked at your eyes.

His smile, not a grin- not a smirk- no, his face bore a genuine, unrestrained, rarely seen smile as he looked upon you.

He cupped your cheek in his hand.

“Hello, my princess,” he whispered back.

His other hand found it’s home on your rounded stomach and he chuckled.

“How is it that you have become even more beautiful in my absence?”

“Ugh, you two are disgusting. Sit and eat and spare me from suffering through anymore of this,” Aegon said behind you and you rolled your eyes.

As Aemond rose from his knees, he pressed a swift but sweet kiss to your lips.

He pushed your chair back into the table before he took his own seat next to you.

Aemond ate enough for the both of you and you found it increasingly difficult to focus on the dessert before you as his hand roamed first your belly, then your thighs where they were hidden beneath the table.

A heat you hadn’t felt in far too long ignited in your core and licked up your spine at the feeling of your handsome husband’s large hand as he gripped your thighs and spread them apart.

You looked over at him and he smirked and took a large gulp of his wine.

You were ready for Aemond to drag you back to his rooms and make good on the promises you could see in his eye, but unfortunately now appeared to be the time for everyone to make toasts in his honor.

It was touching, it really was, to hear his family praise him for his efforts and success. He deserved every kind word and more, but as his hand cupped your core you found it increasingly difficult to focus.

Your small gasp drew the attention of Alicent and his hand slipped away as she leaned across him to address you.

“Are you alright, dear?” she asked in concern.

“Yes, quite alright,” you glanced over and saw the humor on Aemond’s face and couldn’t decide if you wanted to kiss him or smack him.

As she began to nod you continued, “Though I believe some rest would benefit us both.” You indicated your hand to Aemond and she nodded vigorously.

“Aegon, it is time to dismiss these two. Let them rest,” she ordered.

He sighed and waved you both away.

Aemond stood and helped you out of your chair. He pressed a kiss to your hand before he entwined your fingers with his and began to lead you away.

Aegon snatched at his arm and held tight as he leaned closer to Aemond in order to whisper to him.

“You do not truly mean to bed her in this state, do you? It’s disgusting,” he sneered with his nose scrunched in disgust.

You cringed at his hateful words and looked down at the floor.

“She is my wife to do with as I wish. Speak of her that way again and I do not fucking care that you are king, I will feed you to Vaghar,” Aemond said, his words heated with anger as he yanked his arm from Aegon.

Aegon laughed spitefully as Aemond led you away, his arm now tight around your waist.

Your head rushed with insecurities and shame. You were so caught up in the excitement of his return that you hadn’t considered the possibility. You’d heard the gossip of some women that their men would not touch them when they were on the bloody week of their cycles and when they were with child.

Surely, Aemond would not be that way. He always said that blood never bothered a warrior, but now you worried his eagerness to touch you was merely due to his time spent away.

Would he soon find you disgusting, as Aegon said he should?

You were once again near tears as Aemond led you into your shared rooms. He had been busy rattling off instructions to his knight, so he did not yet notice your distress.

“The bath has been prepared in your rooms,” your lady’s maid said with a curtsy as she walked past the two of you.

“Thank you, see to it that no one bothers us until midday tomorrow,” he said and she nodded before she threw you a wink and you gave her a watery smile in return before she exited the room.

The door closed with a resounding boom and you were finally alone with your husband.

He quickly shed his weapons, armor, and eye patch before he strode back to you.

Aemond leaned down as he tilted your head up with a finger beneath your chin but stopped as he saw the expression on your face and the tears that threatened to fall.

“What is the matter, my sweet little wife?”

You shook your head slightly but he gripped your chin and forced you to look him in the eye.

“Is this about Aegon’s vile words?”

“Yes, I’m sorry-”

He shook his head and interrupted you, his voice hot with anger, “Do not apologize. It is my piece of shit of a brother who should apologize.”

“Pay his words no heed,” he said softly and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You nodded and did you best to dismiss all the worries swirling through your mind. After all, Aegon was nearly always full of shit and would choose to say whatever he deemed would hurt the most.

You know that Aemond loves you and has always made his desire for you blatantly clear.

“Come,” he ordered, your hand still in his, as he sat in his favorite chair by the hearth.

“Aemond, I am much larger than when you last saw me,” you started to protest.

He tugged slightly at your hand as he sighed.

“Woman, I have been at war for months on end and have craved your company each day. Sit with me, my lady wife,” his tone was near desperate and the unspoken plea broke your resolve.

You gingerly sat on his knees, nervous about your new larger size and weight but he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you fully into his lap.

He nuzzled his face into your neck and took a deep breath.

You melted into his embrace and warmth as his hand rubbed your swollen belly.

“You are radiant carrying my child,” he murmured into your skin.

You brushed your fingers over his.

“I’ve missed you dearly,” you said and you turned in his arms and pressed a kiss to his soft lips.

He groaned as he deepened the kiss and entwined his tongue with yours.

He kissed you until you felt dizzy and drunk on his affection and you could feel his reaction to your presence beneath you.

His hands roamed up and down your form as you did your best to yank his shirt off.

He chuckled and took pity on you as he finally helped you to pull it off.

You pressed your lips together as you surveyed his muscular torso as his chest heaved with desperate breaths.

“Perhaps you need a bath,” you whispered as your fingers softly grazed the new pink scar across his side. Thankfully it did not look deep enough to cause you worry or concern, it had clearly been tended to well. You wondered if he had other new scars on his body.

“What I need is you, my love,” he grumbled as he pulled you back into a passionate kiss.

He nipped at your lip which caused a small whimper to escape you.

His nimble fingers unlaced the back of your dress.

“Stand,” he murmured as his lips grazed your jaw.

You did as he bid and he stood with you and helped you out of your dress and underclothes.

You stood bare and nervous before your husband but he smirked as if you were a meal he was about to devour.

He led you to the bed and gently laid you down and helped you to settle comfortably.

He kissed you sweetly before his lips began their journey from your neck down to the contours of your body.

“Aemond,” you whined as he paid special attention to your breasts, now larger than when he last saw you.

His hands gripped the flesh of your hips and ass as you moaned for him.

“Fucking perfect,” he groaned into your skin.

He kissed his way down your protruding stomach then the tops of your thighs as he settled himself between them.

You giggled slightly as you could no longer see much of him due to the interference of your large belly.

His head popped up and he shot you a questioning look.

“I can’t see you,” you said in explanation.

He smirked and kissed your stomach again.

“Then I shall make certain you can hear me,” he said confidently.

You bit your lip as you felt his nose nudge at the inside of your thighs. You heard him inhale deeply before he groaned in desire. Your toes curled and you became even wetter at the thought of him taking pleasure in the smell of you.

You both moaned in tandem as his tongue first tasted you.

“I have dreamed of this,” you gasped as he expertly swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves.

“As have I,” he said and his hand gripped your thighs tighter as he licked and sucked.

You gasped out and struggled to lay still as the heat in your core tightened and threatened to snap.

He groaned your name and it was clear he derived as much pleasure as you did from this action.

“Aemond,” you gasped with a long drawn out moan as he continued his ministrations.

“Come for me, little wife,” he finally ordered and your body obeyed immediately as you had thought of those words each night for the past months as you touched yourself.

You moaned in ecstasy as he continued to guide you through it and only stopped when you attempted to wiggle away due to overstimulation.

He sat up and the smirk on his face almost caused you to pass out.

He wiped your juices from his chin with the back of his hand as he stared at you.

You reached for him but he shook his head.

He made quick work of his pants and was soon gloriously bare before you and his hardened length caused your mouth to water.

“Let me touch you, dear husband,” you pleaded as you attempted to reach for him once again.

He grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“I need to be inside you, you can touch me later,” he said dismissively as he once again manhandled you into the position he desired you in and placed a pillow beneath your back to prop you up.

You loved when he became demanding and impatient it filled you with a deep seeded pride that you were the cause of his desperate desire.

He kneeled on the bed before you and you whimpered with the need to be full of him.

He took himself in hand and you whined his name.

He grinned wickedly as he guided himself inside your wet heat and sank in to the hilt.

“Oh gods,” you moaned as you felt so deliciously full of him once again after so much waiting.

He stayed buried in you as he caressed every part of you within his reach.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your stomach before he finally pulled out then back in, his pace slow and gentle.

He groaned your name and you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer, to feel him deeper.

“I am going to fill you, just as I did before I left, my pretty little wife. Again and again this night until you are too full of me,” he said, voice low and harsh.

You moaned as he sped his pace and managed to hit the spot inside you that made you forget any words other than his name.

“There is no better sight than you heavy with my child and whimpering in pleasure beneath me,” he moaned and intertwined his fingers with yours.

You whined his name as you felt the heat within you coil and snap.

His release followed your own after several more thrusts and he groaned your name as he came, head thrown back and his eye closed in ecstasy. You were certain he was the prettiest man in all of the seven kingdoms at that moment.

Sweat glistened on his neck and chiseled chest as he took deep breaths and you wanted to lick it off.

You were going to be insatiable tonight, you could already tell.

He pulled out of you before he laid beside you.

With a finger beneath your chin, he led your lips to his and kissed you deeply, sweetly.

“I missed you,” you said after he pulled back and smiled at you.

You smiled back and you realized you were perfectly incandescently happy in this moment.

“And I missed you,” he said as his hand began to rub your stomach once again.

You reached out and toyed with the ends of his hair where it was bound in braids.

“Who did this to your hair?” you asked, suddenly and irrationally jealous. Aemond never let anyone but you touch his hair.

“I did,” he said and you raised your eyebrows at him in disbelief.

“I may not be an expert at it, but I can manage a few braids during war to keep the pesky hair out of my way. It was either that or chop it off and I was certain I would come home to a very unhappy wife if I did that,” he teased and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You giggled, “That’s true. I love your hair.”

“I know,” he preened. He pulled you closer to him.

“Perhaps you should let me wash it,” you offered.

“Only if you join me in the bath,” he said heatedly as he kissed you and licked into your mouth as you gasped.

It seemed you weren’t going to be the only insatiable one this evening.

Which is how you found yourself on his lap in the bath, once again stuffed full of him as you gasped his name and you both found your release in each other’s arms.

Eventually his hair and both your bodies were washed.

Sometime the next morning, after multiple other tangles in the sheets with your prince, there was a knock at the door that woke you both.

“Go away,” he called out and pulled you closer to him. He buried his face in your neck and began to pepper you with kisses.

“My prince, it is midday and the king is requesting your presence,” the kingsguard called back.

“The king can go fuck himself,” Aemond muttered before he pulled you to face him.

You kissed him on the lips but pulled back as he attempted to deepen the kiss.

He narrowed his eye at you but relented when you smiled and kissed his cheek.

“My prince?” the kingsguard knocked once again.

Aemond groaned in annoyance as he pulled himself away from you and got out of the bed.

“Give me a moment,” he snapped back.

You watched him yank on his clothes. He returned to you and kissed you long enough to fill you with need for him before he pulled back and whispered against your lips, “We shall finish this later, my perfect wife.”

You leaned in to lengthen the time your lips were pressed against his and he chuckled as he pulled back.

“See you tonight, my love,” you said sweetly and he grinned at you as he pulled half his hair back in his signature hairstyle and placed his eyepatch back in its proper place.

You watched him leave, he slipped through the door quickly without allowing any eyes of the guards outside to fall on you, protective as he is of you.

You let your head fall back into the pillow and sighed in happiness.

Your happiness only grew several weeks later when you gave birth to a beautiful little girl with Aemond’s gorgeous white Targaryen hair.

“She’s perfect, just like her mother,” Aemond said as he held her gently and stared lovingly at her precious face.

“You’re not disappointed that she is not a boy?” you asked nervously.

“Absolutely not,” he said and he looked appalled that you would suggest such a thing.

He strode over to you and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

“You have made me happier than I ever imagined possible, little wife, thank you,” he said sincerely and you pulled him into another lingering kiss.

“I love you,” you breathed out as you watched your handsome husband cradle your child in his arms.

“And I love you,” he said and his soft smile at you and his daughter was your favorite sight in all of the seven kingdoms.

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Love Doth Run Smooth

Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Princess!Reader

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

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

Disclaimer: English is not my first language!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Captain and the Mate - Part Two

If you haven't already read it or you would like to refresh your memory, part one can be found here!

Pairing: Pirate!Captain!Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW!!! a grain of angst, a lot of smut, and some delectable fluff.

Synopsis: When the infamous Captain Bri makes port to recruit members to her crew, you don't waste the opportunity. To your relief and pleasure, she accepts you, and the time spent aboard her ship and among her crew leads to many things. One of them being a relationship developing between you and the Captain herself.

A/N: We have reached the final part of the fic that was too long to post as a singular fic (I have learnt from my mistakes and from the community, mwah, I love you all) and it is time for the smut! I debated adding smut or not, but I felt like my grand return after months of fanfictional silence had to include smut. It wouldn't be a bri-sonat fic if it didn't have smut (I say now, but when I write a fic without smut, I'll be revoking this statement.) However, after this one, I will be putting my next fic idea on hold to create some very exciting things with my dear Kaley! Since I am proven to be unable to focus on two projects at once, I will need to work on one thing at a time which is why I will be allowing my other idea to simmer for a little bit. Anyways, with that said, English is not my first language, and so on. Enjoy!

Thank you to baby girl, @daydream-cement for helping me choose what kind of smut to write and also for sending the picture. Kisses. <3

When Bri opened the door and entered, she stood to the side and let you step inside as well before she closed the door behind you.

As your eyes wandered about the quarters and took everything in, taking her in, she walked up to her armor stand and hung away her weapons. “Would you like anything to drink?”

You continued your eye tour of her room and you even dared to take a few steps forward towards her desk where, seemingly, her only personal items resided. “No, thank you, Captain.”

Keeping Bri in your peripheral, you approached the desk and swiped your eyes carefully over the items laying on the wood. There was a jewelry pendant, either from some form of necklace or bracelet.

It was surprisingly shiny, and you assumed that she must polish it every now and then which showed that it was very important to her. It showed care.

Lying next to the pendant was a small knife that seemed to be as cared for as the first item. The blade was Valyrian steel, there was no doubt about it. Judging from the small scuffs and scratches along the metal, you could tell it had been well used in many ways.

From the corner of your eye, you could see that Bri had turned around and was watching you. She made no motions to move toward you. Instead, she stood still in her place just meters away from where you were standing and observed you.

The reason for this was hard for you to decipher and eventually, you stopped trying to. After what seemed like forever, the captain started moving forwards toward you and halted next to you.

There was a deafening silence as you both searched for the words to continue your previous discussion. Any way you twisted and turned it, it wouldn’t be as seamless as it had been earlier.

The best idea you could come up with after agonizing minutes of quiet was to start up another conversation and transition into the other one from there. “This blade and the pendant seem very cardinal to you. I-” You used the items in front of you as inspiration but couldn’t get far in your sentence before the blonde next to you interrupted you.

“It’s Brienne.” Her approach to the situation at hand seemed to be ripping off the band-aid. It was frank and straight to the point and it most definitely worked as a way to get back to the previous conversation. Because of its unexpected nature, you snapped your head and made eye contact with the blonde woman which was truly your mistake because it made you realize just how close she was to you.

“Brienne...” Her name tasted like fresh strawberries on your tongue, and you knew that you’d never get tired of saying it. You never stopped gazing into her eyes which seemed to be even more intense being so close to her magnificent face. Almost like her blue irises hypnotized you, the next words that fell out of your mouth couldn’t be stopped, having wanted to be spoken for months. “That’s a pretty name. Fitting for a very pretty person.”

Her entire face fell. She shook her head and took a tiny step back, making your entire being long for her warmth that had seemingly disappeared in more ways than one. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You couldn’t help the way your brows furrowed or how the perplexment in your voice made you look and sound like a giant question mark.

“Call me pretty. You somehow found out about my interest in you and decided to taunt me for it?” She sounded hurt, and it broke your heart in two. Did she really think that you’d dream of mocking her? You had no interest in wounding her and the fact that you had done that without meaning to, made you feel extremely guilty, even if you meant what you said. The guilt didn’t last long when your brain finally registered what she said, and after that, it was all you could focus on.

“...Your interest? You’re interested in me? I- I called you pretty because I think you are. Amongst many things...” You took a tiny step towards her, so she’d have the chance to back away from you if she felt like she needed to. To your relief, she made no sign that she was about to move away from you. Your voice was tender as you spoke to her, wanting to convey the utmost sincerity, upping the chance of her believing you.

“...You do?” Brienne sounded so small, almost frail as she responded. It absolutely shattered your heart. The fact that this woman thought herself unattractive and had believed it for so long that she found it inconceivable that someone could think the opposite. You wanted nothing more than to take her into your arms, but you didn’t want to cross any boundaries, so you settled with her taking a step towards you as being good enough at the moment.

You matched her movement, taking a cautious step towards her whilst you kept an eye out for even the tiniest change in her body language. “I do. I should probably clarify that I am very interested in you as well, Brienne of Tarth. I have been for many, many moons.”

Brienne took one final step and when she had stopped, she was closer than she had ever been. You had to crane your head slightly to meet her eyes and the way she looked at you made your knees weak. There was no way to put a finger on the specific emotions she had in her eyes, but you recognized one very well. Adoration. “I have been too. I am glad that you feel the same.”

“As am I...” She was so close that you felt like you were about to faint. You allowed your eyes to flick down to her lips and you let them remain there, making it painfully obvious to Brienne that you wished for her to plant her lips on yours. But in case she didn’t get that you desperately wanted to kiss her, you needed to speak it into the very thick air. “Now, please kiss me or I might lose my mind.”

Brienne didn’t even waste a second. It went faster than you had anticipated and all of a sudden, you felt her very soft lips on yours. Your arms wound around her neck instinctively to keep her close and her hands landed carefully on your waist. She had to bend her knees slightly and you had to stand on your toes so your lips would be able to touch, and it was very awkward for both of you. The captain was fast at remedying this.

With your lips still connected, Brienne lifted you by your waist and placed you on the desk you had previously been studying, her finding her place standing between your spread legs.

The movement had made your previously glued lips shift, and your bottom lip had ended up between the captain’s lips. Your previous somewhat innocent kiss had in seconds transitioned to open-mouthed kisses. The blonde woman’s hands resting on the wood on either side of your hips and effectively pinning you in didn’t help in making it any less erotic.

The kisses had started as controlled, but they were growing sloppier by the second as desperation for the other, and passion took over entirely. In the sloppiness, Brienne’s tongue had run over your bottom lip and between kisses, you and the captain’s tongues met and swirled around each other before retracting and then repeating until you were both out of breath.

Both you and Brienne had acknowledged the heat that had been growing in the core of your abdomens whilst you had been making out and whilst you wanted nothing more than to be so intimate with the captain, you knew that you had to make sure that she wanted the same before taking it any further.

When the kiss broke, you and Brienne panted against each other’s lips, and she was the first one to break the silence. She retracted her head which prompted you to open your eyes, and you met her intense blue ones, yet at this moment, the blue was almost nowhere to be seen because of her dilated pupils. She spoke with heavy breaths and when she did, you could feel that the heat only grew. “I want you. Please.”

You had to suppress a whimper at her plea. You could barely believe your ears that Bri the Righteous Beast was pleading with you to give her you, as if you hadn’t wanted to give yourself over to her for months. “You have me. What do you want?”

Brienne closed her eyes almost as if she was embarrassed to admit what she wanted you to do. Then again, she never imagined that she’d end up in the position she had found herself in, less speak the words that were being yelled inside her head out loud. When she finally met your eyes, she opened her mouth to utter the words she needed you to hear, and they came out sounding tremendously timorous. “I need you to touch me.”

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. Of course, you’d touch her. You’d been wanting to touch her for months. It would be no bigger privilege than to touch her and offer her all the pleasure she could ever want. Brienne’s hands were still glued on the desk on either side of your hips and your arms were around her neck, your hand running up her nape and into her incredibly silky curls. “It would be my pleasure.”

Your response made Brienne shiver and she leaned forward to catch your lips in a searing kiss, this one was only more controlled and slowed down. You both needed to take your time with this next part; savor every single second of it. There was no rush with this.

Kissing Brienne was pure bliss and the way she jolted when she felt your hands disappear from her neck and land on her waist only made it so much better. You were slow and deliberate in your movements, wanting to give her the chance to stop it if she needed to before it went too far.

But it was also for you. You had been yearning for this, for her, for months and now that it was finally happening, you needed to treat it like the most valuable art piece, because that was what she was. A piece of art.

The fabric wrapped around Brienne’s waist was tied tightly, and after some fidgeting, you got the knot loose, and eventually, you placed the blue cloth next to you on the desk you were sitting on before bringing your hands to the buttons of her loose shirt.

As you were undoing the first few buttons of her shirt, you broke the kiss so you could see every single inch of skin that you uncovered through your ministrations. When you did and glued your eyes on the path your hands took, Brienne swallowed the biggest lump in her throat.

Never had someone regarded her so intently before and she couldn’t say that it didn’t feel wonderful. Even if she felt exposed and shy, she let you undress her as slowly as you wanted to and watch as you did. The feeling it gave her made her feel ecstatic.

When the final button was undone, you gently pushed the shirt open and let it remain on her shoulders, you’d remove it later. She looked far too attractive like this, and you couldn’t rob yourself of that just yet.

You focused your attention on the wrapping which was covering Brienne’s chest. It seemed to be a makeshift undergarment to hide her breasts considering the shirt she wore and for practicality and it looked like she had taken some random white fabric and wired it around herself. Well, you’d assume that it was white once upon a time. Now it was more of a beige from all the dirt over the years. As well as the occasional blood spatter.

You moved your hands to begin unbinding it but were stopped when Brienne placed a gentle hand on your wrist. You moved your eyes to meet hers, needing to see her face to decode why she had halted you. The look on her face was shyness mixed with care and you couldn’t begin to guess what she was thinking. “I want to see you as well, please. I’d feel too exposed if I was the only one undressed...”

“Of course.” You smiled at her before removing your hands from her chest to rid yourself of your clothes, but Brienne stopped you again in the same way as she had previously done.

“Let me,” she cooed. And you did. You dropped your hands to your sides, and you let her take your tunic off. Brienne’s eyes never left yours, not even as she fully uncovered your chest. When the captain finally allowed her eyes to wander, it was like someone had punched the breath out of her and she gasped before meeting your gaze once again. “You’re so stunning.”

“So are you.” You smiled gently before you continued your previous movements. Your hands fiddled with the cloth and as you had done with the blue fabric, you started unraveling the dirtied white cloth.

The rest of the cloth fell off on its own when enough had been removed by you and your breath hitched in your throat when you laid eyes on Brienne’s beautiful breasts.

There were no words that could properly describe all that she was. All you could think was that she was so insanely handsome, and attractive, and every single other word that escaped you. She made you speechless, took your breath away, and made your heart skip beats. And that would have to describe it enough for now. “So beautiful...”

Your hands moved to cup Brienne’s breasts and when she felt your touch, she sighed happily. You experimented the smallest bit by running your thumbs over her erect nipples and the noise she made when you did could’ve killed you if you weren’t already in heaven. It was a mix of heavy breathing and a gasp, and Gods, was it arousing.

As much as you wished to give her nipples all the attention they deserved, you didn’t think you could contain yourself any longer, and you were sure Brienne wouldn’t complain. You needed to taste her so badly. It was the most invading urge and you needed to satiate it, or you didn’t know what you’d do.

Pressing two quick kisses to both of Brienne’s nipples, you moved your hands down to her trousers and your fingers began working on unbuckling the offending clothing item that hindered you from tasting your captain’s heat.

As your hands worked on Brienne’s trousers, you reconnected your lips with hers and you were now softly kissing. The blonde’s hands were resting comfortably on your upper thighs and her strong hands being so close to where you needed to feel her the most was driving you mad with lust. It felt like you were burning up from the inside and where she was touching you felt like it was on fire. Your desire for her was overpowering.

When Brienne’s buckle was undone and they hung open on her hips, you realized you couldn’t stay where you were. It would be far too uncomfortable. So, you broke the kiss to croak out the smallest amount of words your lustful brain was able to conjure as you took off the shirt that was hanging on her shoulders. You wanted to see the entirety of her. “We should move to the bed.”

Brienne swallowed. “Okay.” She then picked you up by your thighs and carried you to her bed, placing you carefully down onto the furs that lay upon it. She climbed in after you, and when she had laid down, you maneuvered yourself to sit before her so you could take off her boots and trousers.

With her pants finally off, you were finally introduced to her bare long legs. You followed them with your eyes and at the top, you could see a wet patch in the middle of her undergarments and when she noticed what you were looking at, she instinctively closed her legs and covered her chest with her arms. You met her eyes. “You don’t need to do that. There is no need to hide yourself from me. You are so gorgeously hot.”

Your words caused her to relax, and she spread her legs – removing the arms that hid her chest at the same time. Gods, she was a perfect and arousing sight. With her legs spread, her chest exposed and heaving, her face flushed, eyes full of prurience. The vision that was her spurred you into action and your mouth took the same route your eyes had just taken.

Kissing up her legs until you reached her supple inner thigh, you hummed in delight when you heard the gasp that released Brienne’s lips once you nibbled and started sucking on her skin. “Please...,” she whimpered. “Please make me feel good.”

You sat up in between her legs. “Anything for my captain.” Trailing your hands up to her hips, you hooked your fingers in the sides of Brienne’s undergarments, and she elevated her hips so you could pull them down her remarkably long legs.

She laid fully naked before you and she looked ethereal. She always did, but she somehow managed to look attractive all the time and it had driven you insane for months – as it did at this moment as well. You took a minute to take all of her in and the words simply tumbled from your lips. “You’re so irresistible... so beautiful... I really can’t explain how attractive you are.”

She blushed from your compliments and opened her mouth to repudiate, but before she could - your eyes had locked on to her glistening wetness, and you didn’t waste another minute. Diving your head in between her legs and getting comfortable on your stomach, you licked up her slit before circling her clit with your tongue which caused Brienne to interrupt herself.

Brienne hummed in pleasure, and you sucked tenderly in determination which only made her hums grow louder until they were soft moans. Her noises only drove you on – cycling between sucking, licking, and grazing with your teeth. All until she cried out in pleasure.

When she realized how loud she had been she stopped herself from releasing any more sounds that could act as an alarm. And even if you wanted nothing more than to hear all the noises she could make, you knew that it was for the best to remain as silent as possible.

Her hips were held in place by your death grip and her hand had found purchase in your hair, the other one squeezing one of your hands that lay on her hip. Brienne’s legs twitched next to your head when you managed to hit a particular spot with your tongue, and you felt dizzy from the whole ordeal.

Her taste made you lightheaded and you were sure you’d pass out from hearing her noises, seeing her blissed-out face, and tasting her cunt.

Gently grazing your teeth against her clitoris, you observed as Brienne’s eyes snapped open and met yours at the same time as her back arched, and a loud moan that she couldn’t stop exited her mouth. You quickly replaced your mouth with your middle and ring fingers temporarily, making small circles with them so you could speak. “As much as I wish to hear you... you need to be quiet. You don’t want to wake up the crew and alert them of your activity, now do you?”

Brienne whined, trying her best to stay quiet – but it just felt so good, even if her cheeks were burning from the embarrassment of being so noisy. You had to be satisfied with her lowering the volume of her noises. “N- No. I do not,” she breathed. She could barely get the words out, her entire being focusing on staying relatively silent.

“That’s what I thought.” You removed your fingers and placed your mouth back on her clit and resumed sucking and licking. She in turn let out a breathy mewl.

It didn’t take long to bring Brienne to the edge. A well-timed teeth graze sent her flying over the edge into pure bliss and with a strained sound, she tensed up before relaxing. She used the hand she had on your head to give it a gentle push, signaling that it was too much.

You removed your head from between her legs and crawled up to catch her lips in a soft and slow-moving kiss. Brienne hummed when she tasted herself in your mouth and you in turn yelped when she turned you both around without warning – leaving her on top of you.

“Allow me to return the favor, please. I have never done this before, but I think it’s only fair after what you just gave me.” Brienne gazed into your eyes longingly and, if you weren’t mistaken, lovingly. Her tone was so gentle and so caring that she could have been talking about something entirely different if it wasn’t for the tinge of arousal still remaining in her voice.

You smiled and nodded. “Okay. You may. Please.”

The captain was calculated but quick in her movements, taking off your boots first, then your trousers, and, finally, your undergarments. When everything was off, she took her place between your legs and made eye contact with you – her gaze questioning. As if you could change your mind or deny the one thing you have wanted for months.

In return, you spread your legs even more and offered her a reassuring look – a soft nod ending it in case your former actions didn’t bring the response forward.

With your confirmation, she placed her mouth on your clitoris and started sucking. Even though she hadn’t done this before, she was doing very well. She seemed to copy what you had done on her, and it felt insanely pleasurable – even more so because it was her doing it.

“Oh... Fuck, Brienne....,” you breathed. Everything leading up to this – the making out, the touching, the noises, seeing her undressed, her blissed out face, tasting her – had worked you up to the point where you were so incredibly close already. She couldn’t have been using her mouth on you for more than a few minutes when you felt the sweet release approaching faster than you would’ve liked it to. “That feels so good.... and you look so pretty in between my legs.”

If you could have decided, you’d want her in between your legs so much longer - so you could feel the way her tongue dragged through your folds and gathered your wetness on the strong muscle before sucking on your clit. Also, so you could see the way her eyes met yours when you spoke with lust clouding your voice.

Thinking about her tongue and mouth working on your pussy, and seeing the way she looked at you, only made the coil in your stomach tighten faster. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

You had managed to stay moderately silent up until now, but when you were sent over the edge and the ecstasy hit you like a steel hammer, your mouth betrayed you – opening and releasing a drawled, breathy moan.

You lay panting on the bed, your entire body becoming heavy and almost limp as you sunk into Brienne’s comfortable mattress. It was much snugger than what you and the rest of the crew slept on, that was obvious – or maybe the reason for that was because this bed was hers, and she was in it with you. You couldn’t be sure.

She had left the space between your legs and had crawled up to lie by your side, and when she took you into your arms you were sure that you’d fall asleep. You could. You wanted to. You knew that the crew would find it strange if you were not there when they woke up. Maybe you could find some form of excuse. You were up before most and got to bed when the rest of the ship was slumbering. So, it wouldn’t be improbable to sleep in the captain’s bed and everyone else would be none the wiser or suspicious.

You really wanted to allow yourself to stay by her side. Remain in her bed and fall asleep in her arms. And you did. You had to.

Brienne pulled the furs over you both to shield you from the cold and to cover your naked bodies and after she had done so, you remained in silence for a while before she broke it. “Will you stay the night?”

You looked at her, gazing into her irises through half-lidded eyes. You brought a hand up to her face and tucked a stray hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. You smiled. “I will. Of course, I will.”

“Good.” Brienne smiled. A beat passed. Her hand splayed out over your lower back. “So, this friend of yours... she could be a good contact. She sounds like someone to know.”

You chuckled. “Probably. We’ll have to go back to Oldtown to talk to her though.”

Laying in Brienne’s arms was unlike any feeling you’d ever felt before. You felt so safe and secure, and her arms were so strong. And she smelled so much like her. You felt inebriated by her scent, and you couldn’t fathom how one singular person could make you feel this way.

There was no way around it. You loved her.

“Then I guess that’s where we are going next,” Brienne whispered. Her eyes scanned your face, and you could see that she wanted to say something else – but she didn’t quite know how to.

“So... You said that you had never done this before, but... you had a lover, no?” You had to ask. The query had been plaguing your mind since the bliss had been laid to rest and you remembered that she had hinted at this being her first time, but the fact that she had indulged in storytelling and therefore told you the extent of her relationship with the woman in the shanty, brought your curiosity to the surface.

Brienne chuckled heartily. It was a glorious sound. One you wanted to hear more, and more. Every day if so allowed and she bestowed you such a privilege. “We never consummated our relationship. The furthest we went was to kiss... she left before we could have such intimate relations.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, remaining silent as you crafted your next question that had been haunting your thoughts since she regaled you with the situation behind the song. “How’d they die?”

“He killed her, then himself. I couldn’t possibly know why, but considering I was the only witness, and the only person there, I assume that people drew their assumptions. Some bard caught wind of it, and the song was born.” Brienne held you tight as she answered all your questions, ready to be as open for you as she possibly could. There was no reason to hide herself from you anymore.

“Some people just do things out of reasons we couldn’t even begin to understand...” You thought out loud. You had so many questions for her, like why she had left Tarth in the first place, or why she only took from those she did, or why she named her ship The Bloody Sapphire, but there was only one you needed the answer to right now. “Last question, for now, I swear. What’s up with the overweening personality? The cocky person I met in the tavern is not the one I have gotten to know over the past months or the one I am lying in bed with right now.”

Brienne was silent for a minute as she searched for the words, and you looked at her face intently. “When you rule over a crew of two dozen men, you must harden yourself so they will respect you. My crew would surely respect me no matter the personality, but it has truly become a habit and when I am around my men, I slip into it naturally without even noticing it. However, it didn’t come naturally around you, and I had to actively step into it when I felt myself slipping. After a while, I just stopped correcting myself but sometimes it fought back. Like it was a second person living inside my body. Fighting for dominance. For example, the times when I had to excuse myself from our conversations. I didn’t want you to get to know that personality. But it seems like you disregarded that and saw right through me.”

You kissed her lips and smiled at her when you retracted your head. “Your eyes are more telling than you think. They are the windows to your soul... if you know what to look for.”

“And you did?” Brienne questioned; her tone careful.

“Somehow, I always did. Or maybe you just let me, even if subconsciously,” you responded, your eyes never leaving hers.

“Maybe...,” she replied. Her eyes scanned your face in search of the words she so desperately wanted to speak. “I do not know much about... feelings or emotions. But I know that what is inhabiting my body is strong... and deep – and I feel it for you. I know that I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you every night and wake up next to you for as long as this world allows us to. I... I...”

“I know,” you interrupted. She did not need to say more, because you already understood what she meant and what she wanted to say. You wanted to say the same thing, but each thing has its time and so does this. “Me too.”

Brienne smiled and kissed your lips. You smiled back. The air was silent and the sea around you was calm as you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The future promised nothing, but you knew that as long as you were allowed the privilege of having her in your life, you’d be happy no matter what the outcome of your life ended up being.

Your captain, and her Quartermaster.

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Okay so here’s my request for a blurb…💕

Think of that one scene where Tormund is talking to the hound about Brienne but instead of Brienne it’s the reader (fem Y/N). The readers a hard woman and hasn’t given in to Tormund because she’s secretly with Sandor.

So basically the hound being jealous that tormund is into his woman.

Preferably NSFW if it’s too long to get to NSFW no worries.

⭐️( PS: i love your writing for the hound, barely anyone else gets it right!)

Save Me A Bowl

"A pretty thing for a pretty thing," Tormund says, holding up a small flower, not yet bloomed. I raise my brows at the white bud, "do I look like a thing to you?"

Sandor Clegane x Reader x Tormund Giantsbane | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, jealousy, whipped!Tormund, fluff?, casually implied sex, typos, etc.

A/N: UR NOT ABOUT TO CATCH ME SLIPPIN ON MY POST STREAK. Once I post this, I'd have finished all my requests which is such a slay for this girl 🥹🫶. It has been quite a while since I got this req tho, so I hope you enjoy it nonnie 🫶 also.... I haven't actually reached this part of GoT yet HAHAHAHAHAH it's fine tho I think I know enough to write it lmao

Sandor was not very affectionate, at least not in the noticeable kind. In truth, neither was I, though I suppose it's because you don't really have the time to think about such things when there was a war at hand.

However, I would say I didn't shy from checking on him, nor from asking him to accompany me. I definitely didn't shy from going out of my way to sit next to him, nor from leaning into him when it got too cold. The same could be said about him, I think.

In my opinion, my relationship with Sandor was rather obvious, though we never spoke about it, especially on the multiple accounts I've announced I'd be heading back to my tent and have the Hound immediately follow after me. If anything, I thought it was at least crystal clear what we were up to after the fact.

This was why I turned to Brienne when Tormund began harking nonsense. She and I had been huddled by the fire, finishing a bowl of soup when he came around.

"Is he trying to seduce you?"

"Don't look at me," says Brienne in between spoonfuls, "I am not the one he directs such gaudy poetry to."

I raise my brows as I turn back to Tormund who immediately smiles at me. I find myself sparing a smile back just to get his oration over with.

Ever since then, Tormund went out of his way to tire my ear with the sound of his voice, telling me tall tales of his life and his people. To be honest, I didn't mind it. In fact, I was partially entertained by some of his stories.

Showy as he was, he was harmless for the most part, and so I just let him do what he wanted. Eventually, his yapping would earn him a bowl to head and a threat to shut his trap. It worked out for me the men had much less patience for him than I did.

Little did I know, Sandor just about lost his patience with him.

I have to stop eating so I can get a laugh out of my system. The orange haired man laughs with me and concludes his story. He sighs, "you're the only fun one on this side of the fucking wall."

I shake my head and continue eating my food, "you mistake my tolerance of you as solidarity with your humor."

"Yet you laugh," Tormund raises a thick brow.

I shrug and swallow a mouthful before replying, "because you are fool."

"Fool enough to make you laugh," he says, standing from his seat beside me. He seems to look for something in his pocket.

I barely spare him a glance as he tells me, he's forgotten something, "I'll be right back."

Just as he runs off, I see Sandor and smile at him. He seems not to notice me and sits in a spot across from me. I immediately stand and come up next to him. I sit next to him, "took you a while."

Sandor ignores me.

I nudge him when he does not respond.

He side eyes me then begins to eat.

I raise a brow at his ignorance, "has something happened?"

He grunts then snaps, "why don't you ask that ginger fuck."

I frown.

"You seem keen of his company," Sandor glare, "you even laugh at his rancid jokes."

I furrow my brows.

Just then, Tormund comes back. He looks for me a moment, then beams when he spots me.

He runs up to me and Sandor; I feel Sandor stiffen against me.

"A pretty thing for a pretty thing," Tormund says, holding up a small flower, not yet bloomed.

I raise my brows at the white bud, "do I look like a thing to you?"

"The prettiest thing in the south," Tormund grins.

I release a breath.

I look over my shoulder and realize Sandor has stopped eating in lieu of glaring at Tormund. I'm about to speak, but I'm beaten to the chase.

"Fuck off, filthy minge," Sandor growls.

Tormund turns to him. His upper lip curls, "I wasn't speaking to you, smelly mutt."

Sandor stands and the two impose upon each other.

I immediately set my bowl down and step between them. I push them both on their chests, but neither budge. I hiss, "enough."

"You heard the woman," Tormund says, "get lost."

"I-"

"She was talking about you, you yapping fuck," Sandor snarls.

Before they can jump at each other's throats, I step back and yell, "ENOUGH, I SAID."

Sandor and Tormund stare at me.

"It's been a long day," I snap, "I'm not in the mood to soothe two whining bitches."

Tormund nods, "right!"

I narrow my eyes, "Tormund-"

"Yes?" he immediately retorts.

"- fuck off."

He opens his mouth but is too taken aback to say anything.

"You've been too busy picking flowers to notice that I'm with Sandor."

Tormund stares at me blankly.

"He's the one warming my tent."

He is aghast.

Sandor's face is blank, but he seems otherwise pleased as he sits back down and continues to eat.

The ginger steps forward and reaches out, "but I-"

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself," Sandor stands again, "if you know what's good for you."

Tormund glares at Sandor.

I sigh, "I told you you were a fool."

Tormund deflates. He walks off silently.

Sandor pulls me by the arm as he sits, sitting me down next to me, "good fucking riddance. Finally some quiet."

I roll my eyes at him, "you know," I pull my arm away, "this wouldn't have happened if I-"

"Fucked you harder?" he says in between chewing, "aye. I know better now."

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~You can't change who you are~ Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Brienne of tarth x Reader

Gender: mostly fluff

Warnlings : (+18) strong words, mention of sex, mention of violation (barely present, I won't write about that, I can't), mean and hurtful comments.

Summary:After years Brienne meets someone she didn't expect to see again, will she be willing to forgive her and leave the past behind or will she have to confront her actions first?

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY GWEN! ❤️

Five Years Later

Brienne and her men, at least those left alive, were returning from an intense battle,they won, but at great cost. Almost all of them were returning on foot, only the wounded who could not walk were on horseback, although they were two days' walk from the castle territory, they all needed a place to rest, drink water, tend their wounds and regain strength. Brienne decided that it would be wise to stay in one of the houses that were outside the territory of the castle, they belonged to the place but were not within the wall, almost all of them having crops and large houses.

The lord commander stood outside a big crop, staring at the back of a woman who was cultivating and picking a couple of vegetables. The woman wiped her forehead with her arm and stood up, stretching her back

-"Good morning miss, I'm so sorry to interrupt you while you're doing your work."-Brienne watched as the woman listened to her but didn't turn around-" We are knights of the castle, I'm Brienne of Tarth, the Lord Commander, we come from an arduous battle and we have many wounded men, we needed a place to rest and tend to our wounds for a few days until we can continue. Your collaboration will be well remembered and rewarded by the castle" - The tall woman spoke, expecting an answer, but got nothing, not even a glance from the other woman- "Miss?"-She insisted with no answer

-"MAMA!"- A little girl came out of the house laughing and running towards the crops with a playful dog behind her- "Mama help! Braco is tickling me with his kisses!" - Brienne watched as the woman took the girl in her arms, hugging her to her chest protectively, kissing her forehead. The girl kept laughing as the dog jumped excitedly around them. When the woman turned to look at her, Brienne's blood froze and her face turned a little paler than usual, it looked like she had seen a ghost, someone she thought she would never see again in her life

-"Nice words to disguise the truth Lord Commander, I know that this is not a request in which I have a choice, I also know that after you stay in my house, no one will pay me anything and no one will return to me everything you use or eat" - You spat in anger looking her in the eye - "So please, stay! You're not welcome, but I can't say no to the Lord Commander and her army, or tomorrow my head will be hanging on some pole and you'd occupy my house anyway" - You rolled your eyes and hugged your daughter more, walking towards the house, but you stopped next to the tall woman, put your daughter down, and smiled at the little girl very affectionately- "Please go inside my little one, feed Brako and wait for me there" - You said and your daughter nodded running inside with her dog, you looked up and looked at Brienne, who swallowed hard when she saw the anger in your eyes- "You and your men can stay in the barn, no one sets foot in my house without me letting them, if someone, anyone, touches a hair or even a thread of my daughter's clothes, or mine, I will kill them, slowly and painfully and you will not stop me. They can't even touch my animals, I know how men are like after the war, any hole is good for them, I learned it in my past work, so no one can touch any living thing that belongs to me. You won't talk to me unless it's strictly necessary, neither you nor your men can mention my past to my girl or I'll cut out their tongues. Understood?"-You spoke to her with authority, and Brienne nodded.

-"If any of my men don't respect you or your things, I'll kill them myself" - The blonde spoke, hoping to squill a little of the anger with which you looked at her

-"If any of your men do anything to us, I'll kill you too" - You spit and went inside the house. Brienne stared at you, she couldn't believe that after so many years of looking for you, she accidentally found you when she came back from one of her campaigns. There were a thousand things she wanted to ask you, a thousand things she wanted to tell you, but she knew you didn't even want to breathe the same air as her. You looked different, your body and face had changed, you looked different and at the same time nothing about you had changed. Your eyes no longer looked at her with love, but with anger and pain. Your face looked more experienced, with a lot of stories to tell. Your body had become more formed and muscular, perhaps from working the land and taking care of your daughter and the animals. Those eyes that once adored her, now only shone for your daughter... Your daughter, how was it possible that you had a daughter?...

After Brienne regained her composure, she returned to her men to explain the rules you had imposed and what would happen if they didn't abide by them. That first night, you brought them food, water, and a couple of blankets, barely looking in the blonde's direction as she thanked you for your hospitality. Brienne barely slept that night, thinking about you and all the memories she had of you together, wondering if you ever remembered her, missed her. How had your life been all this time? Was your daughter's father still with you? How did you come to live there? Did you miss her? How she wished you had missed her, that you had thought of her as much as she thought of you.

A couple more weeks went by, in which you still didn't even look at her, just bringing the things they needed and leaving. The only thing Brienne noticed was that the things you left for her were always better and more delicate than for others, the bandages, clothes, and portions of food for her, were always the best and the biggest.

One day, after breakfast, she approached your daughter who was playing in a small stream that passed by the side of your house. Your daughter was playing with a wooden sword, hitting logs and branches that were in the area. The dog followed her every step she took, the animal had a cloak and a cardboard helmet strapped to his head, which said "brave knight" in a delicate handwriting that Brienne would recognize anywhere, it was your handwriting, the same handwriting that used to leave notes on her nightstand before going to work.

Your little girl's laughter made her smile, she laughed like you, she was just like you, only with blue eyes similar to hers, if you and she had been able to have a child, she would certainly look like that girl. What a blessing it would have been if you and she could have started a family, living in a quiet place like that, her mind began to wander making her smile. When Brienne came back to reality, she saw how your daughter had stopped playing, now she looked at her seriously, with a frown, god, she looked a lot like you when you were angry.

-"Hello little one, my name is Brienne of Tarth"-the blonde spoke but your daughter kept looking at her with a frown-"what's your name?" - Your daughter still didn't answer- "what's the name of your brave friend?" - She asked, pointing to the dog without getting an answer-"You know? I saw you playing with your sword, I'm a knight of the castle, do you want to see a real sword?" - Brienne wasn't wearing her armor, but she still had the sword in its scabbard clinging to her waist. She carefully pulled it out and knelt down at your daughter's level, smiling. Your little girl looked at her curiously, her frown was gone, her eyes were shining now but she didn't approach the woman - "Do you like it? it's called oathkeeper. Does your sword have a name?" - Your daughter shook her head shyly, looking at the wooden sword in her small hands

-"My... My mom said I shouldn't talk to you" -she said shyly, avoiding looking at the woman, Brienne smiled, her voice was so cute

-"She said why?"-Brienne asked

-"She told me that you are very busy people, especially you as Lord Commander, that I should not disturb you..."-She whispered, playing with the hem of her shirt

-"It doesn't bother me if you talk to me, I'll always have time for you, I promise. You know, your mom and I used to be friends, we can be friends... Do you want me to teach you how to use your sword?" - Your daughter nodded excitedly and walked over to her, the dog never leaving her side-" But first you have to name your sword... And since I've introduced myself, I'd also like to know your name and your friend's..." - She smiled, looking tenderly at your daughter

-"My name is Anne and my dog's name is Braco... And I'd like my sword to be called protector"-Your daughter said with a big smile

-"Those are beautiful names, all three of you"-Brienne smiled and stood up taking her sword- "now, I'll teach you how to defend yourself"-After teaching her and playing for a while, they sat down to drink some lemonade that your daughter brought from home, as they drank, the two of them had their feet in the gentle current of water. The dog also had almost his entire body submerged there, enjoying the freshness. Your daughter started giving Brienne some cookies that you had baked the day before, the eldest began to eat with pleasure, listening as your daughter told her stories that she remembered

-"Oh! And one time, Mom, Drako and I were walking in the woods and, and, and Drako ate a veeeery ugly worm, Mom started laughing while eating an apple and realized that the apple also had a worm and that she had bitten it!" - your daughter counted very excitedly and started laughing making Brienne laugh tenderly as she looked at her.

-"Baby! Anne, come inside, it's time for a bath."-You shouted from the front door looking at them, neither of them had noticed that you had been watching them for a while. Your daughter stood up looking at Brienne sadly as she didn't want to leave her

-"Tomorrow do you want to play with me and Drako again? Maybe you'll be the knight and we'll be the thieves, will you?"- The little one asked, making her best puppy eyes so that Brienne would say yes

-"If your mom agrees, I'm fine with that" - whispered the eldest smiling, but when she went to stood up , she felt a great pain in her side and watched as her blouse dyed red quickly, she quickly covered it with her hand so that your daughter would not be scared, but the little one, very attentive as always, had already seen it. The wound she had had reopened and your daughter noticed it

-"Lord Commander! You got hurt! Come home and let mom heal you, she always heals my boboos when I fall or hit myself, she also gives the best kisses and hugs"-Your daughter grabbed the woman's free hand and began to pull without being able to move her an inch

-"Anne, I told you to call me Brienne, plus I'm fine and I don't think your mom wants me in the house anyways..."-Your daughter continued to pull her hand and the dog started biting her clothes and pulling along with the girl as well

-"You said that you and Mom were friends and friends help each other, so come home" - Your daughter insisted and Brienne began to walk with her until she was in front of you. You didn't want to let her in, but after your daughter's pleas, explanations, and puppy eyes, you let her inside your house to heal her.

-"The tub is ready and so are your clean clothes, take a good bath and get dressed, I'll be taking care of Lord Commander's wounds, then come here and I'll brush your hair" -you instructed your daughter and she nodded looking at the two of you

-"She likes to be called Brienne, no Lord Commander mom, after the shower will you read me a story while I drink my glass of milk? - Your daughter asked and you nodded sighing and then saw how she ran to the tub you had prepared for her.

Without looking her in the eye, you turned to where Brienne was

-"Take off your blouse and sit down"—you spoke seriously and went to the cabinets

-"Your daughter is beautiful and your house too" -said the blonde seeing how you were looking for thread and bandages, she grabbed a chair and sat down carefully taking off her blouse. You grabbed some alcohol and put it on the wound to wipe away the blood that was coming out, the blonde barely complained about the burning. Her body was much more scarred than the last time you were with her. In old times, you also used to clean her wounds and kiss all her scars, you did that every night you shared together... Your lips ache from the desire you had to kiss her scars, you didn't know if it was out of habit or because of how much you had missed her.

-"I told my daughter that she shouldn't talk to you or your men" - you said angrily as you threaded the needle and thread. It made you angry that she was there, it made you angry that you couldn't be upset for the real reason, it made you angry that you still loved her and you couldn't hate her

-"No, you told her she shouldn't bother us, she wasn't bothering me, we were playing and she was telling me really good stories" - Brienne watched as you handed her a piece of cloth and looked at you in confusion as she took it

-"Bite it"-you answered

-"For the pain? I can handle it" - she said

-"It's to see if that shuts you up" -You said and she rolled her eyes

-"Why did you tell your daughter not to bother me? She is the sweetest child I know. She could never bother me"- she whispered and complained when you stuck the needle into her skin to close the wound

-"Would you have preferred me to tell her the truth? The things you and your men said to me and did to me? How was I treated? If you prefer that, right now I'll tell her" -You said angrily as you continued to sew the wound

-"I never did anything to you but love you, you were the one who left from one day to the next without saying anything" - she whispered without looking at you

-"Exactly, you never did anything, remember that night? I did defend you, but you stayed there, letting them tell me all the horrible things they could think of and you just stayed there, doing nothing... They were your men, a word from you, a firm look on your part and they would have stopped, but no, you just stood there letting them say what they wanted... That same night, the king went to the brothel and kicked me out of the city, he said a whore couldn't be dating his top soldier, that it gave you a bad reputation, he forbade me to come back... I thought I should talk to you to see if you could do anything, but if you didn't confront your men, you wouldn't do it with the king either. His men escorted me out of the city and one of them slept with me, he forced me to sleep with him... Not only was I left without a place to live, but I was also left alone and pregnant... Every time I see you and your men, I remember that night over and over again, that's why I didn't want my daughter to be near you..." - You looked at her with tears in your eyes and stood up when you finished closing her wound

-"I... I didn't know that... I'm sorry sorry (Y/N)-Brienne stood up and held your hand so you wouldn't leave-I'm really sorry, really, so much, you didn't deserve any of that. I should have done something... Say something...-You took your hand out of her grip and threw a bandage at her chest, which she grabbed and then you walked away from her

-"Well... Now is too late, 5 years too late..." -You whispered - "Cover yourself with the bandage, or a straw from the barn will get into your wound and my work will be in vain"-You said hurrying her out of the house

-"MAMA!" - The voice of your daughter who was standing at the door of the dining room interrupted you - "you can't let her sleep in the barn, she's hurt! She has to sleep here!" - Your daughter challenged you looking at you seriously and you sighed rubbing your face

-"Fine, she'll sleep on the couch"-You said defeated, you were to tired for discussing stuff with your daughter. You sighed and grabbed the brush – "come on, I'll comb your hair"-Your daughter sat in a chair smiling and waving her feet in the air. Brienne bandaged her wound and put on her blouse, sitting on the couch and watching you fondly. When you finished combing her hair, your daughter got up and sat next to the blonde smiling from ear to ear

-"It's time for a story, you're going to love them, mom makes them up and then writes them down and draws pictures of every story. You can also have a glass of milk while we listen to it... My favorite story is the one about the woman knight, mommy, can we read that? And give Brienne a glass of milk too, pleeeeeease?"-she begged with her tiny hands together and doing puppy eyes again. The dog barked loudly in claim looking at your daughter - "And one glass of milk for Drako too, please Mama, you know how much I love you!" - You laughed shaking your head in defeat

-"Fine, manipulative little girl..."-After preparing the warm glasses of milk for each one you brought your daughter's favorite book, when you were reading halfway through, the milk had long since run out, your daughter had curled up and slept on Brienne, even the dog had fallen asleep. You were about to close the book so you could take your daughter to bed, but a big hand stopped you

-"Please continue... I want to know how it ends, please"- Brienne whispered looking at you with the same eyes as your daughter, carefully settling into the couch leaving your daughter lying on her chest, carefully covering her with a blanket. Your daughter smiled in her sleep and snuggled more into her. By the end of the story, the two were comfortably cuddling and asleep, so much so that you were sorry to wake them up, so you didn't, they looked so peaceful together, as if Brienne belonged there, in the lives of the two of you. You put everything in order smiling and went to sleep.

In the morning, when you went down and didn't find them, you were very scared, but relief returned to your body when you saw them outside playing with the dog. In silence and tranquility you made breakfast, and then took it to the two girls who were outside. As they ate, your daughter looked at you two smiling

-"Mommy, I have a great idea! Did you see how the crops are getting bigger and bigger and more people are buying veggies from you and you can never play with me because you don't have time? It occurred to me that if Brienne stays here, she can help us farm, she's very strong, she would also take care of us and you could both play with me every day! We could be like a family!" - When you heard it, you choked on the juice you were drinking and started coughing

-"Baby... The Lord Commander already has a job... She can't stay here..." - You whispered, avoiding Brienne's gaze

-"But this job would be so much better! Being here is quieter than all those dangerous battles, plus she would have the privilege of playing with me every day and listening to stories every night! - your daughter said excitedly looking at Brienne, the eldest just sighed looking at your daughter

-"The men have already recovered from their wounds and we have to continue on our way to the castle..." -Brienne whispered and saw how you and your daughter sighed with sadness - "also after that I have to talk to the kings about some injustices that were committed in the past, so that they can fix them" - the blonde looked at you- "But after that I will have to return immediately to you two, to give back all that your mother has given to me and to the soldiers, I will certainly have to stay for a long time, if your mother agrees, to make sure that everything is okay and payed. I have so much to pay your mother, she has done so much for me and I owe her so much, so many apologies and so many things... Besides I'll have to go back to my favorite girl, we still owe each other a battle"- she said looking at your daughter and she smiled a lot, very excited

-"Yes! That's going to give me time to make a new sword and armor and practice more." - Your daughter smiled and started planning more things by talking nonstop. Brienne took your hand carefully under the table, you looked at it with a raised eyebrow

-"If it is okay with you, if you let me, I'll be back as soon as I can and I'll pay for all the wrong they've done to you... All the wrong I did, I'll spend every day fixing all that happened, I won't lose you twice and I won't make the same mistakes again, I promise..."-she whispered, caressing your hand and you smiled, looking into her eyes and nodding

-"It's okay with me" - You whispered, caressing her hand too-"We'll wait for you..."

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weemssapphic · 1 year

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One More Night

Brienne of Tarth x f!reader

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

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

Words: ~6.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes, I-“

“Why did you do that?” She interrupted.

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

“Defend me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could see the struggle in Brienne’s eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yeah,” you mumbled. “Thanks…”

----

“Such a pretty little thing.”

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

Then there was blood, so much blood.

“My lady, are you alright?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

----

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

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

“My lady?”

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

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

“Nevermind. Thanks for last night.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like this?” You asked, feigning innocence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Brienne?”

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

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

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

“Please, Brienne, it’s Y/N”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you’re leaving tomorrow?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s it. I want to hear you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is this alright? Are you comfortable?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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