#bri: leave that boy alone all he did was being extra and sparkly

[rosesnink]

Orc Befriends Elf

Author's Notes

So, I got a new obssesion called 'write Brienne with my friends' MCs and OCs' and today's victim is @oh-so-youre-a-nerd 's OC Valor, whom I had the pleasure to make friends with Bri! It was a fun experience to write their OC and see how their dynamic work, and lemme warn you, their chemestry is off charts

English is not my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes I may make

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Summary: Brienne saves an elf boy from the village bullies, and suffices to say, he's very thankful to her

Word Count: 780

Category: Suggestive

Rating: PG-13

CW: Kissing, mentions of nakedness and suggestive scene at the end, homophobia of the era at the beginning

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

It was a beautiful day, and an eighteen-year-old Brienne had taken a stroll after a long day of chores. Given that she was the only orc in the household, she had to do most of the grunt work, despite being ‘a girl’, which she found preposterous. Never once her gender stopped her from doing anything she very well pleased.

Enjoying the breeze on her flowy white dress with a heart-shaped neckline and that reached her ankles, she smelled the food and heard the people chattering about spring coming soon after a rather harsh winter. Suddenly, a pair of agitated voices stopped on her tracks.

She could envision a rather pale boy, very tall, although not taller than she was, who seemed to being bullied by other village boys. Frowning, she approached silently the scene to see what was happening.

“Just admit it, you’re a weirdo and a sinner! You act like a girl and kiss boys!”

The closer she got, she realised he was no regular boy: he was an elf, with a milky skin, long hair and who, despite his height, looked frightened and like he didn’t want to be there. To her horror, she saw that they were far too close to the well, and she acted quickly.

Grabbing one of the three boys by the neck of his shirt, she lifted him up and slammed him against the wall “What do you think you’re doing, boy?”

Realising that it was the big and mighty Brienne, the boy froze “We were, ah… fooling around, right, Valen?”

Brienne looked at him, searching the truth with her gaze “Are they?”

“N-no…”

The others had already ran away, afraid of being perhaps crushed under Brienne’s powerful arms. She got to the boy, nose-to-nose “Listen here boy, I catch you bullying someone else, you’re going to suffer my full fury, got it?”

The boy gulped, nodding, and the moment she let go of him, he ran away towards his friends’ direction. Brienne then turned gently to the elf boy, who seemed visibly more relaxed “Thank you, miss…?”

“Brienne. Just Brienne.” She smiled “And you are…?”

The boy nevertheless smiled “Valor. Just Valor.”

“Valor, may I treat you to something of the market?”

“I would love to!”

They walked together, laughing and exchanging jokes “How come I’ve never seen you? You’re pretty hard to miss.”

Valor laughed, self-conscious “Well, ah, I suppose that I’m not the village’s favourite elf?”

“I’m not their cup of tea either, but I don’t let that stop me from being me.”

They stopped at the market, and Brienne browsed between delicacies until she stopped at toffee-flavoured sweets and paid for two. She turned to the elf “Here, for you.”

His eyes shone “Really?”

“Of course! Us beasts must take care of one another.”

“You’re not beastly at all! You’re beautiful!”

Brienne smiled “Unfortunately, orcs and beautiful don’t normally go hand-in-hand.”

Valor smirked “By the way most people look at you, I’d disagree.”

Looking discreetly, Brienne observed that many glanced at her way, a mix of awe and curiosity. Chuckling, she shrugged “Well, I suppose that orcs do have their own beauty that aren’t for the human palate, I’ll give you that.”

As they ate the toffees, Valor spoke as he munched “Seriously, I don’t know how to thank you for your kindness.”

Brienne shrugged “Name your price and I’ll see what I can do.”

As they approached the river, which was away from the village, Valor looked at her with a certain intensity and…desire. Swallowing, but determined, he declared “I wish a kiss from the most beautiful orc I’ve ever beheld.”

Smirking, Brienne, who was taller than Valor, dipped her head to kiss him, and he fervently returned the favour, his thin but large fingers dipping into her meaty hips, giving them a squeeze. Brienne nipped at his lower lip, licking it and drawing dizzying traces on his face. Gasping, he whispered “When I saw you, I thought you were some sort of goddess. With that dress, your fiery eyes and your incredible body, and then your kindness…”

Brienne bit her lip “You can admire more of me if you’d like. You only need to say the word.”

He kissed her neck, then neared her earlobe “May I see more of you, o’ fair Brienne?”

She instead put some distance, looking into Valor’s eyes as she sensually took off her white dress, showing her bare frame, and teasingly got into the river “Only if you join me.”

He smiled widely, gladly shrugging off his clothes and following her into the river, the golden dawn drawing golden dots on her emerald body.

[britpop-bowie]

Introducing: my writing

So this is only the first part of the first chapter but I thought I'd test it on an audience to see how well it's received and if there's any major changes I should make. As of yet John's character hasn't been introduced but will be later, and I don't have a summary either, but I do have 1700 trial words so let's see!

Dedicated in part, if not entirely, to @freddieseyeliner

A foolish lovers game - Queen

Brian May was sat, arms up on the back of the sofa and impossibly long legs slung up on the coffee table; an impossible air of both calm and incredible energy. His hair was huge and wild and completely contrasted the tidy nature of the flat he was lounging in. “Bri you lazy fucker!” came a rousing yell from the first door on the right as a shaggy head of blond hair and half finished eyeliner was thrust around the frame; “we’ve got an hour and you’re not even ready yet!” Roger stared with his best bitch face as Brian rolled his eyes at his ever so slightly overdressed man in the doorway. “Rog, it’s just a new roommate arriving. Don’t be so overdramatic,” Roger stuck out his tongue and ducked back into the room, presumably to finish his makeup or try on a third outfit to impress their much needed new roommate. “What is he called again?” He yelled from the depths of his horrendously messy bedroom towards Brian who sighed and sifted through the pile of bills, scrap paper and empty forms to find the letter from their perspective friend.

“I think it’s uh… Eddie or uh, Freddie? Yeah, Freddie.” He read out from the piece of paper than had been annoyingly scrunched up, presumably by Roger. “Did he say anything else? I need to know what look to go for,” He shouted back rather than taking what Brian thought to be the more sensible option of having an actual human conversation not shouted through walls. “No! Why don’t you just ask him himself when he gets here?” Roger reappeared for a split second in a flurry of hair and wearing a questionably patterned blazer “don’t be a dick Bri.”

“No, no I’m not being a dick, you’re just getting too stressed out and dressed up for one human being,”

“It’s just the pleasure of getting to spend time with someone who isn’t you.”

Brian made a mental note to remember that next time Roger attempted to rope him into listening to some new song that was no doubt going to be mildly inappropriate. “Ha ha” he muttered, deadpan, before picking himself up and making his way to the kitchen to brew some tea, realising that now he too was in fact quite nervous to meet this newcomer they had decided to let live in their house without ever meeting the man first. Well, as he had said to roger, at least they knew his name and they could double check he wasn’t a murderer later, if, of course, he didn’t do the murdering before they’d had the chance. Brian was sure it could all be fine, he mostly echoed rogers belief that if they saw too much of each other they might just go absolutely crazy and so in the end it was probably best to have someone calmer to sit down and talk to rather than clean up after. The kitchen walls had some sort of awful brown paisley wallpaper that was now noticeably damp from the steam caused by the kettle, the kind of problem you would ask the landlord to fix if you weren’t late for the very first rent payment.

Whilst he waited for the kettle to boil he let his mind drift away to wonder what the new guy would be like, he knew he couldn't be worse than loving with Roger. Although he wouldn't mind at all if he wasn't, Brian secretly longed for him to be reserved and polite, the kind of person who would join in with Roger's antics but only to help Brian not be dragged into them alone. He was going to help tidy the flat, spend a maximum of an hour on hair and makeup (but no less than 15 minutes or he might just be ashamed to leave the house with him) and use a coaster for his drinks on hardwood surfaces. So maybe Brian had planned the perfect picture of a roommate in his head, that didn't mean he would be at all disappointed if he wasn't exactly the way he wanted him to be.

The whistle of the boiling water jolted him out of his train of thought; he moved from his fairly comfortable one-knee-up lounging position against the counter and poured himself a perfectly sized cup of tea, not like the weak rubbish Roger makes him, taking extra care to be spiteful and not make a second cup.

Brian added the wallpaper to his mental list of things to be done (now scraping the floor) and grabbed his mug of tea managing to only slightly scald his hands. He had just enough time to reread the course specification and allocate ten minutes to existential panic or song writing, the perfect hour to wind down before-

there was a loud and rhythmic knock causing Roger to screech and Brian to spill half a cup of scalding tea all down his white trousers at his own dismay.

Early. Of course he had to be early, he couldn't be late or on time or five minutes either way but no, he just had to be early. This Freddie guy had better be worth a trip into the city and £5 he really didn't have on him to spend on new trousers. And so approaching was the whirlwind of a man, Freddie Mercury!

As Brian opened the door with a painful slowness, he seemed to fill it almost instantly amidst the odd apology for the obscene amount of luggage he held. His hair was long and silky to go with the fashion, his clothes were too; bright and sparkly and all the right curves in all the right places. But of course the most noticeable thing about his bizarrely foreign face was his teeth. Brian felt awful for looking as Freddie hurried to remove his smile and cover up his overbite, nodding to an ever more amused Brian. It was plain to see that he was beautiful and a one of a kind mix of energy and reservedness. He was exciting and he was certainly making an impression.

“Bloody Hell Bri, I thought we had ages left why didn't you tell me he was here!” Roger reappeared for the last time with a slightly more even eyeliner and a sudden look of awe on his face. “Well- uh… I'm Roger and you're… not what I was expecting,” he let out a soft chuckle as he too made the mistake of keeping his eyes on Freddie's teeth for longer than was polite and longer than Freddie was keen on. He shrugged it off by turning to his bags, lifting two of the four over his shoulders and proclaiming “which one's mine then dear?”

Freddie Mercury had never felt so far from home, he was sure the boys were nice, they had promise, but they weren't his- not yet at least. Every few minutes of throwing his clothes into a pile in the wardrobe he had to pick out a particularly glam item and look in the mirror just to remind himself that no matter how far away from everything he knew, he was Freddie Fucking Mercury and he was here to be big. He looked in the mirror and somehow (with the addition of a swig from his handy travel gin) he could see a talented musician, an artist and a man who was going to be amazing and happy and bright… if only he waited just a few weeks to find that in this room rather than the one next to Kash's.

When his two gym bags, one suitcase and one shoulder purse for men were empty and the contents happily strewn across the floor he made the journey out into the living room. There was Brian, who he noticed was largely taller than the other (who he assumed must be Roger) and had much more of a sensible air to him; although ,of course, an air of sensibility really didn't mean anything about a man's character.

Brian appeared to be making a cup of tea, so naturally he asked for one before throwing himself down on the sofa and allowing his robe to fall of his shoulders and reveal his scandalous silk shirt to flash over his chest like the rich showing off their posh tablecloth. “Of course mate. Roger might get one too if he gets off his arse!” He called the second part into the midst of the flat hoping that Roger would finally take it upon himself to leave the room properly and massively impose himself as usual. Thankfully the promise of tea and new company redirected the man's entire body out of the door, leaving it wide open behind him.

Now that this was Freddie's first proper impression of Roger he had to say firstly that he was impressed and secondly that he would be borrowing that blazer the moment Dog's back was turned. The pink suspenders too if he wasn't careful; if he kept on dressing like this he would have to start calling him Rainbow, it was a darned sight less boring than 'Roger’ anyhow. “Tea please Bri!” He quipped, grabbing the mug just as Brian finished pouring and leaving a shocked and disappointed stare at his back. Putting his leg up against the doorframe he said “I'm Roger.”

“Yes ,darling, you said, I hope you're usually more talented at conversation,” Freddie fired back, leaving just enough joyful enthusiasm so as to not alienate he flatmates with the first sentence.

Brian squeezed past a stunned Roger and placed himself on the other side of the frame: “I like him.” Roger grimaced and gave Brian a grin and then a gentle but malicious shove; Freddie watched from the sidelines, smiling with only a hint of regret at his clear face.

“So then Freddie, what makes you tick?” Roger posed as he flicked through the book Brian had just thrown onto the table. “Me? Oh everything and anything, find me the right tune and I'll hum along,” Roger seemed fairly contented with that answer, awarding it a small nod. But before he could respond Brian had leant out of his sofa corner and turned to Freddie, “but really, what sort of things do you like? I haven't even asked what course you're doing?”

“Oh well if you must know its graphic art or something of the sort,” he laughed lightly gesturing away in an attempt to avoid any intense conversation he was sure he wasn't prepared for. “Don't ask me all the questions, tell me something about you?”