#brienne of tarth x oc

[dreamingnights]

(Not so) popular opinion:

Yes, I understand the somewhat interesting message behind the romance between Jaime and Brienne but in my head Brienne will always be a sapphic icon who will end up being the protector and secret lover of a tormented princess.

(Proceeds to think of ideas for fics/oneshots that can make this fantasy come true even if it is in my imagination)

[truecobblepot]

pretty knight and her bolton wife🥰🥰🥰

[eddysocs]

Sapphire Shores (Brienne Of Tarth x OC)

Summary: Adjusting to her new life on the Sapphire Isle, Luciya heads for the water. Brienne eventually follows, allowing herself a modicum of vulnerability with Luciya.

Word Count: 1,291

Warnings: Angst and Fluff, Arranged Marriage, Post Canon, Brienne Is The Evenstar/Lord Of Tarth

Luciya had spent many a day and night watching waves lap at the shore in Dorne. Whether the ocean was calm and gentle or whether storms were brewing off in the distance, causing the water to crash violently up against the rocks and sand, Luciya was there, watching the tides. Sometimes she let the water reflect her emotions; other times she only observed. The water was a comfort, a friend, and now, the one thing that was still familiar to her.

She harbored no ill feelings towards Brienne, nor her brother, nor anyone, really. There were far worse hands she could have been dealt in this life, but the sense of change, of newness, disarmed her more than she expected. They set sail from Sunspear and traversed the Sea of Dorne, where Luciya had enjoyed the soothing sensation of the familiar waters, taking in the sea air as if she was born to it, which she supposed, in a way, she was.

However, when their vessel reached Shipbreaker Bay, Luciya's unease set in with the shift of the current. It seemed there was a very good reason for the name of the bay, as storms in this part of the ocean were told to be quite formidable. She had no reason to deny such claims now. Choppy waves crashed against the side of the ship, jostling it but not steering it off course. For this, Luciya was grateful. What it meant to her in the moment was nothing, but after the trip, she’d come to think of it as a sign of the future, or what she hoped it could be.

She was met by Brienne coming down to the shore, wearing that same armor that she never seemed to shed, despite a battle being nowhere nearby. "How was your journey, my lady," Brienne asked after her, her deep voice reaching her ear from quite a distance.

"It wasn’t unbearable," Luciya responded. She did not want Brienne to feel badly about the rough seas. She suspected she might anyway. "Most of it was quite pleasant, in fact. We encountered only a bit of unsteady waters in the bay. Nothing I couldn’t handle."

Luciya was pleased to get her foot on the sand and leave the deep blue waters behind her for the moment. She met Brienne where the sand changed to grass and Brienne offered her a hand. "Let me take you to Evenfall Hall and see that you get settled." Brienne appeared stiff and overly formal, but Luciya played along, providing her with a smile as she accepted her hand to be led into the village. It was but a short walk into the village, where their horses awaited to take them to Evenfall Hall.

The tense quiet between them unnerved Luciya, but at the same time, she did not wish to force Brienne into speaking with her. This had to be quite the change for her, as it was for Luciya herself. And while Luciya was far too social for her own good —her brother's words— Brienne, she suspected was almost the exact opposite. Luciya would do her best to let Brienne open up to her in time. For now, she would simply have to endure her silence.

Evenfall Hall was truly far more magnificent than she had imagined it to be, and much larger as well. She may have to take quite some time to learn how to navigate it on her own. Brienne pointed out some of the portraits and secrets to finding her way through the castle, but did not speak more than she must have deemed necessary. Luciya always responded politely, though she did not know if it put Brienne any more at ease.

"And this, should you find that it suits you, shall be your chambers. I seem to recall you saying you liked the sea and this is the room with the best view of it from the balcony. I hope you’ll be comfortable. Should you decide it is not to your liking—"

Luciya could not take it any longer and found herself interrupting Brienne. "I think I shall like it quite well. I do love a view of the sea. It was wonderful of you to remember."

Brienne nodded and bowed out of the room, allowing Luciya to really take it all in. The view was impressive, on that point she could not argue. The room itself was obviously well prepared for her, even decorated with a sun motif in mind to remind her of her home in Sunspear. But was this not to be a marriage? That is what was agreed upon, no matter how unconventional a match it might have been. Was she not to share Brienne's bed at all? With a shake of her head, Luciya dismissed her concerns for now, deciding to make the best of whatever would come of this arrangement.

Hours had passed and Luciya tired of exploring the drafty castle. She’d gotten herself lost more times than she could count and sought the fresh air of the sea to salt her lungs. She finally crossed paths with a servant, of which there was a surprising scant few, and told them that she wished to ride back to the dock to enjoy the ocean before the sun set.

"My lady, are you certain? Can you find your way there and back?"

She was touched by the concern, but she felt she could manage the journey, so long as she could escape the walls of Evenfall Hall. "If you point me outdoors, then I am sure I can manage from there."

So back to the water she went. She was alone on the shore, so she slipped off her shoes, and let her aqua gown flutter in the breeze as she rested her chin on folded arms and bent knees. The sun had just begun to set when another body joined her, sitting to her right. It took Luciya a moment to realize it was Brienne, as she no longer donned her ever present armor. She had ditched the metallic finery for a simple blue tunic and brown breeches. Luciya almost felt as if she were seeing something she shouldn’t.

Brienne took off her modest shoes and sat them to the side like Luciya had done, seemingly content to sit beside Luciya in yet another silence. Considering she’d made the step to join her, perhaps it was Luciya's turn to breach their divide with a little light conversation. "Do not think I am unhappy here," she began, painfully aware that keeping the conversation light was a goal already abandoned on her first utterance. "I am neither happy nor unhappy. I am only adjusting to all of this. Are you not as well?"

Brienne took a moment to consider her reply. "I suppose I am. I do not wish you to be tied here against your will, either to me or Tarth. I—" Brienne began, but the words she was searching for hadn’t quite formed clearly in her mind, so Luciya waited. "I guess I don’t know what you expect from this match, this…arrangement or whatever we are to call it. I’m not sure I know what to expect of myself from it either."

"As far as I know, a betrothal —a marriage— has never been done quite like this, so perhaps we are to forego some of the expectations and forge our own path," Luciya offered. The small, hesitant smile from Brienne lifted Luciya's spirits. It was apparent that neither of them wanted to make the other miserable, and so, while certain traditions must still be observed, they would decide the pace of their own marriage and what it truly meant for them in due time.

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[blxkstar]

POV: You're in Game of Thrones

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Winter is coming. We know what’s coming with it

[unmeisenpai]

Ok here’s some random omega vers with Brienne because I couldn’t resist yall reading it. Also ❌18+❌ ONLY MDI, omega verse, Brienne being a top, biting/ marking, breeding kink. I think that’s everything please lmk if I missed anything and I hope yall enjoy.

Slamming

“Brienne…mmm.please….slow down.”

Your legs were numb, as Brienne slammed you into the wall. Your whole body off the ground, as she held you in her strong arms.

You never expected your knight, Lord commander of the Kings guard, Ser Brienne of Tarth would be taking you roughly, behind a brothel.

You hadn’t seen her in 8 years, and ever since she left Tarth you heard nothing of her whereabouts, if she was dead or alive.

So when you received a raven from Kings Landing, inviting you to stay in the castle as a personal guest of the Lord Commander. You never expected to see Brienne standing by the Kings side, clad in Gold armor and looking like a Goddess of War.

Now here you are being filled to the brim by the very knight you longed for.

Your arms warped around her neck, as she slams into you biting down on your shoulder. You want to scream at her pace and grunts, but you keep yourself quiet, and decide to bite her instead.

She hisses at that, and grunts into your ear as she digs her nails into your thighs and slams you into the wall harder and harder with each thrust.

“Brienne take me, I’m yours I always have been.” Her only response to your words is her hand moving towards your clit and rubbing tight circles onto it. You hissed at that and did your best not to scream.

Her thrusts grew needy and desperate, as she chanted your name over and over.

“Destiny you’re mine, I’ll never let you go.”

Her thrusts become erratic as she cries out your name, you know you can’t take much more, so you call out to her.

“Brienne I can’t… I’m going to…” She understands your meaning and kisses you roughly, in that moment you can feel her fill you to the brim with her seed. Your whole body reacts and you can’t help but cum on her cock, as you scream her name.

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Whatever word he willed, his people would carry it out. Even if Larisa lived, this man, this King in the North could make her a glorified slave if he so chose. She was a Lannister, truly at the mercy of the North.

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[jadewolf22]

Shoot An Arrow Through My Heart Pt.2

Fem!OC (Adriella Selmy) x Brienne of Tarth 

Series Warnings: Men being disgusting, mentions of abusive siblings, gore, death, violence, detailed mentions of murder, mention of parent deaths, slander towards women, fighting (physical & verbal), harsh language, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, ect... (Let me know if I missed any!!!)

A/n: This fic mixes scenes from the show and book but follows the same timeline as the show. Character ages are from the show. I have no clear vision for this story so try to bear with me here. Not sure how long this series will become; might just keep going until I get bored of it.

Word Count: 2,179

Adriella rode for three days straight with no food nor rest. News of Lady Catelyn’s party returning to Riverrun was in the forethought of her mind. If Brienne was with them Adriella would not risk stopping and allowing the company to move on again before she could reach them. Her ass and legs ached from the constant harsh riding but she would not slow her pace unless her mare showed signs of tiring. She was desperate to learn what had become of her friend, the thought alone keeping her awake through the long nights. A sigh of relief fell from her lips when Adriella, at last, came within sight of Riverrun. Pushing her horse just a bit further, Adriella approached the bridge, eyes scanning nervously for any sight of the tall blonde she sought. She paused on the bridge when her eyes caught sight of three bodies hanging over the side of the wall. Adriella only looked at them long enough to assess that they were not Brienne before attempting to shove the sight from her mind and move on.

“Who goes there?!” A bannerman called from the ballister overhead, nearly scaring Adriella out of her skin.

She looked up, using her hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she responded, “ My name is Adriella Selmy.”

“What is your business in Riverrun, Adriella Selmy?” the bannerman questioned, his tone indicating that he did not believe she was who she claimed to be.

“I am looking for a friend.” Adriella answered honestly, “Last I’d heard she was traveling with the Lady Catelyn.”

“You’ve arrived just in time it seems.” the man told her, a smug smile playing on his lips as he looked down upon her. Only now did she regret choosing a corset as her armor rather than a proper breastplate, “The Lady and her party arrived just before you. They’re still unloading in the courtyard.”

“Thank you.” 

With a snap of the reins in her hand, Adriella rode through the gate, dismounting in the courtyard where a large sum of people were gathered, chatting in soft tones and unloading tents and knapsacks from horses. Stones crunched beneath Adriella’s boots as she navigated the crowded courtyard, her eyes sharp as she searched for the one face she longed to see. Relief washed over her when she finally spotted Brienne, standing tall and stoic among the soldiers. Without thinking, Adriella ran to her, heart pounding with a mix of desperation and hope; hope that her sight was not making a fool of her.

“Brienne!” Adriella’s voice cracked as she called out.

Brienne turned at the sound of her name, her expression shifting from surprise to disbelief when she caught sight of Adriella. Without hesitation, Adriella threw her arms around Brienne in a fierce embrace, nearly knocking the blonde warrior to the ground. 

“Oh, thank the gods, you’re alright.” she breathed, arms tightening around Brienne’s shoulders.

“Adriella? You—what are you doing here?” Brienne’s voice wavered as she gave Adriella an awkward hug in return, completely unused to this sort of affection.

Adriella pulled back slightly, locking eyes with Brienne. “After what happened to Renly, I went looking for you. Cain said that the others were saying you’d murdered him, but I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t believe you’d do something like that, not after everything. I thought maybe someone else killed Renly and you to make it look like you betrayed him.”

“You think I would have done such a thing?” Brienne asked as her face hardened, lips pressing into a grim line, as if she hadn’t heard Adriella confess her worries.

“No!” Adriella’s voice rang out with conviction. “I knew it was a lie, Brienne. You wouldn’t betray someone you swore to protect. That's part of why I came. I had to know what really happened… I had to know if my fears were real… If you were dead…”

“I’m fine.” Brienne practically deadpanned, still in utter shock that Adriella seemed to care so much for her. Sure, the two of them had become close, but Brienne couldn’t believe that anyone—let alone someone like Adriella—would actually care to know if she was alright.

“What happened that night?” Adriella questioned, pulling back a bit to look Brienne in the eye, another act the blonde was still attempting to become accustom to, “I saw Renly’s body… and Emmon Cuy and Robar Royce… I thought you were with him?”

Brienne hesitated, then let out a heavy breath. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Adriella shook her head, “You’re not a liar, Brienne. I have no reason to doubt anything you say.”

Brienne swallowed hard before speaking. “It was Stannis. He used dark magic—a shadow that took Renly’s life right in front of me… I couldn’t protect him… Emmon and Robar came in when I screamed. They thought I’d killed Renly and so they… they attacked me… They would have killed me if I hadn’t killed them first…” when Adriella stayed quiet Brienne seemed to take it as a sign that she didn’t believe her and tried to pull away, muttering, “You must think I’ve gone mad—”

Adriella’s chest constricted at the fact that Brienne thought she didn’t believe her, tightening her grip on the woman to keep her from pulling away. “I do believe you, Brienne.” she said firmly, “This world is full of horrors that defy reason. I know you would never betray Renly.”

“Adriella, I—”

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Lady Catelyn, her eyes taking in the scene with quiet curiosity as the two women practically jumped apart. “Brienne,” she greeted with a nod, her gaze shifting to Adriella. “And who might you be?”

Brienne straightened, her tone taking on a rare warmth despite the conversation with Adriella not moments ago. “This is Adriella Selmy, my lady. Ser Barristan Selmy’s niece. She’s a fierce fighter, and a good friend. If there’s one person in this world that you can trust, it’s her.”

Lady Catelyn’s eyebrows lifted slightly in recognition, glancing at Adriella again, studying her features closely in search of a resemblance. “Ser Barristan’s niece, you say? That is a name that carries great respect.”

“Thank you, my lady.” Adriella said, inclining her head respectfully. 

Lady Catelyn returned the gesture, her face impassive but her tone kind as she spoke, “If you are anything like your uncle, I would be glad to have you in my service. Brienne has already sworn herself to me, and I could use another strong sword at my side.”

Adriella’s expression remained steady as she replied, “I appreciate your offer, my lady, but I will not swear myself into the service of another. I choose my loyalties, and they are not given lightly. As long as Brienne stays, so will I, but my oath is to my own honor, not to any lord or lady.”

Lady Catelyn regarded her thoughtfully before giving a slow nod of approval. “A woman who keeps her own counsel is a rare thing. You’re welcome among us, Adriella.”

With that, Lady Catelyn turned and moved away, leaving the two women alone again. Brienne looked down at Adriella, her expression softening again. “You didn’t have to come all this way just for me.” she said meekly.

Adriella smiled up at her, nudging her in the ribs playfully. “And leave you to deal with all this alone? Never. Besides, without you, there’s no way I would be staying back at the camp with all those men. Who would protect me with you gone?”

Brienne allowed a rare smile to tug at her lips as Adriella let out a light chuckle, the two of them following Lady Catelyn into the castle. The Lady stopped for a moment to speak with her father while the two women stood guard outside before showing them to one of the castle's many rooms.

“I do hope you ladies won’t mind sharing a room,” Lady Catelyn said gently as she led the two into a room, “With the castle so full we do not have many to spare and I do not think either of you would wish to sleep amongst the men.”

“We got along fine in Renly’s camp, my lady, but the gesture is appreciated. And who are we to turn down a small comfort such as this when it’s presented to us?” Adriella said in thanks, inclining her head towards Lady Catelyn. Again, the lady returned the gesture before leaving the two alone to get settled. 

Adriella and Brienne both took a look around the room. It was spacious enough with a large bed, a chaise lounge with a small oak table before it, a small bookshelf, a decent sized wardrobe, and a chair off in one corner. The two looked to each other with the same question in their eyes, the ocean blue meeting cold iron; who was going to take the bed? 

“You take the bed,” Adriella decided, settling the argument before it could even start as she moved to set her knapsack down on the chaise lounge, “There’s no way your frame is going to fit on this thing.” 

As much as Brienne wanted to protest, she knew Adreilla was right. Her monstrous frame was far too large for the piece of furniture so, reluctantly, she moved to the bed and began to unpack. A silence fell between the two as it came time for supper, neither of them sure what to say to the other. It had been easy to speak freely with each other before, to talk of past experiences and such but now, to Adriella, it seemed as though she was no longer with the Brienne she knew. This new Brienne was stoic and quiet, never speaking unless spoken too first, and giving the most basic of responses. She was a shell of the woman Adriella had met almost a week prior, but Adriella understood why. She too knew what it felt like to witness a loved one die, though the death of her parents had not been near as horrific as Renly’s. Even so, no one-especially not a nine year old girl-should have to watch their parents die, struggling to breathe as their throats slowly swelled shut… Adriella understood the want to shut down and build up walls so tall and thick no one would ever see how much she hurt inside, to relive the moment again and again, looking for a way she could’ve changed the outcome even when there was nothing that could have been done. Adriella wanted to console her friend, but she also knew that no words would help ease the ache, especially not when it was still so fresh. And so she let Brienne be, hoping that she would come to her when she was ready. 

When it came time for supper, the two ate with Lady Catelyn at the high table, overlooking the hall. The atmosphere there was no different than the dining tent in Renly’s camp. Here most thoughts of war were drowned out by ale and thoughts of home. Singers took turns belting out one ballad or another, some of them sweet and cheerful, others melancholy and grim. Adriella watched the men and serving girls quietly from her pace at the table, only looking away to tear off a bite of bread or cut a portion of her meat. At one point, she stole a glance at Brienne, frowning at the sight of the woman’s plate, still nearly as full as it had been an hour ago, her drink practically untouched. 

“You need to eat,” she said as she sipped on her ale, her voice firm though still gentle, “Starving yourself will help no one. Least of all Lady Catelyn and yourself. How can you expect to defend her if you do not keep yourself at full strength?”

“I’m fine,” Brienne grumbled, eyes transfixed on the table as she reached for her water, taking the smallest sip before setting the goblet down again, “I’m just not hungry.”

“Eat.” Adriella said again firmer this time, turning to look at Brienne, “Your body will thank you later.”

Brienne growled, her hand clenching into a fist as she repeated, “I’m not hungry.”

“If you think I’m going to sit here and watch you starve you’re sorely mistaken, Brienne.” Adriella had had enough. Sulking in silence she could allow, but she would not let her friend ruin her health over a man who held no love for her, “You will eat of your own accord or I will force the food down your throat right here in the middle of the hall.”

“Adriella—”

“Choose.”

Brienne pondered the demand a moment before sighing in defeat, slowly tearing into her meal under Adriella’s watchful eye. Adriella hated to be so stern with Brienne in her grief, but she had seen it destroy one too many people. If she had a chance to save others from its grasp, she would.

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31 - The Stag King

Part 32

The Last Velaryon

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Chezney’s pov

The road in front of me seemed to be mirring together and I couldn’t count how many moons it had been since we had left the camp heading onward to meet the youngest Baratheon brother Renly. Swinging my legs that hung on either side of the horse saddle I was seated on I eyed Lady Stark who was riding beside me. “You’ve been rather quiet, Lady Stark.”

“I haven’t had anything important to speak about, Lady Ally.” She responded with a stern voice.

I turned my head slightly to meet her gaze. “I’m not a lady. My mother was a handmaiden to my best friend's mother until she died in her birthing bed. After that my mother took it upon herself to raise me and my best friend regardless of our different stature.”

“You’re mother sounds like a much better woman than I myself was.” Lady Stark mumbled under her breath, still staring at the road ahead of us.

Biting my lip I could feel there was something she wasn’t telling me and so I reluctantly pressed on to know more. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, my lady.”

“Years ago one of the boys came down with the Pocks. Maester Lewin said if he made it through the night he’d live. But it would be a very long night. So I sat with him all through the darkness, listening to his ragged little breaths, his coughing, his whimpering.” Lady Stark began speaking tugging the reins of her horse so he’d walk slowly allowing us to have a better conversation with one another.

I assumed she was thinking about her eldest Robb yet nonetheless the question came from my lips. “Which boy was this?”

“Jon Snow.” She simply replied.

Thinking for a moment I didn’t recall much of the man she had named. I didn’t remember seeing him at the kings feast so long ago. I only can recall his features from when Haelesa was telling me about him the morning we were leaving on the Kingsroad. “He’s the one who was going to serve in the Night's Watch right. The one with black curly hair.”

She softly nodded her head yes finally sparing me a glance before continuing her story. “When my husband brought that baby home from the war I couldn’t bare to look at him. I didn’t want to see those brown strangers eyes staring off at me. So I prayed to the Gods to take him away, make him die. He got the Pocks. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murder. I’d condemned this poor innocent child to a horrible death all because I was jealous of his mother - a woman he didn’t even know.”

“So what happened after that?” I asked her, feeling my eyes tearing up at the thought.

Lady Stark whipped away some fallen tears. “I prayed to all Seven Gods. Let the boy live, let him live and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name, to call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.”

“Then it must have worked since Haelesa told me that she had talked with Robb about him before we headed to Kings Landing.”

“He did live but…” She trailed off looking at her hands for a brief moment of time. “I couldn’t keep my promise. And everything that’s happened since then, all this horror that has come to my family. It’s all because I couldn’t love a motherless child.”

Biting my lip I ran my fingers through my hair just letting the sounds of nature surround us for a few long minutes. I always assumed that my mother was just like all mothers who would take in other children that weren't their own. Except I was wrong, not every mother was like her. “If that’s how you feel about Jon, how exactly do you feel about my best friend being married to your son if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I must admit, Lady Ally-“

Putting a hand over my heart I cut her off shortly. “Please just call me Chezney, Lady Stark.”

“I’ll do my best to remember your request.” She clicked her tongue meeting my soft gaze with her grey eyes. “I didn’t care much for her because of who she was betrothed to, the Kingslayer.”

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear I muttered back. “She didn't wish to marry Jaime Lannister either. I'm just sorry we've made this war an added stress by her falling for your son.”

“It's not that I don't want him to be happy. It's just - I found a way to love the man I was wed off to when I was your age. But I suppose I must remember not everyone was raised to be like Ned was.”

My horse paused to a stop allowing me to touch her hand closest to mine. “You raised your son well from what I've seen. He truly cares for my best friend.”

“That warms my heart as a mother. Would you take some advice from a widowed noble woman, Chezney?”

I simply responded. “Of course, my lady.”

“Renly Baratheon is very much like his elder Robert was. From what I’ve heard throughout the years he is very arrogant and cares about his outward appearance. Given the fact that we are here to represent my son and your friend I’d be mindful of your words. Keep our strategies to yourself but come off as very welcoming too.”

“Thank you, Lady Stark. I appreciate the advice.” I sent her a soft smile.

Lady Stark reached for my hand intertwining my fingers with hers, sending me a weak smile that crossed her lips when she spoke back. “Call me Catelyn. We are family after all since you and your friend are more like sisters than anything else.”

“We’re nearing the Baratheon camp, my ladies. Follow my lead. I’ll escort you inside the camp.” Brienne suddenly rode up beside me grabbing our attention before riding forward on her horse. Kicking my horse in the stomach I followed her tail with Catelyn following after me.

Entering the camp walls the three of us dismounted our horses being greeted by a knight with a Baratheon sigil on his chest plate. “My ladies, I am here to escort you to his grace.”

“Lead the way then, Ser Knight.” I nodded my head towards the knight when he turned on his heels and walked for a good time till we stopped at a crowd gathered around two people sitting on separate wooden throne chairs. The knight stepped into the middle of the circle once the crowd had separated and allowed us to walk forward. “Your grace, I have the honor to bring you Lady Catelyn Stark and Chezney Ally, sent an envoy by her son Robb, Lord of Winterfell.”

“Lord of Winterfell and King in the North.” Catelyn corrected the man’s introduction of us.

The man I knew had to be Renly Baratheon spoke first. “Lady Catelyn, I’m pleased to see you. May I present my wife Lady Margaery of House Tyrell.” He sat in his chair wearing golden armor and a golden crown sat upon his head which was in contrast to his Raven black hair.

“You are very welcome here, Lady Stark. I'm so sorry for your loss.” Margarey responded with a weak expression. The woman had light brown hair and was wearing a light blue gown.

Catelyn nodded in thanks. “You are most kind.”

“My Lady, I swear to you I will see the Lannisters answer for your husband's murder. When I take King's Landing, I'll bring you Joffrey's head.” Renly’s words of clear arrogance made all the men in his army to cheer loudly.

Catelyn clasped her hands together in front of the two nobles. “It will be enough to know that justice was done, My Lord.”

“Forgive me for asking but what noble house do you belong to Lady Chezney. I must admit I am not familiar with House Ally.” Renly’s wife shifted her gaze over to me seeing I was silently almost standing behind the Northern woman.

I bowed my head addressing the two before me with the best quick curtsy I could but I nearly stumbled over my own two feet. I blushed hearing some laughs behind me when I had regained my balance. “My lord, my lady. I must confess I am born of noble blood. My mother was a lady- in- waiting for my best friend and Robb Stark’s wife Haelesa Velaryon. Uh - oh I’m sorry - forgive me I’m not used to the noble addressing of lords and ladies.”

“There's no need for that. You and Lady Stark are honored guests.” Renly sent the two of us a genuine grin not bothered by the fact that I couldn’t do a proper curtsy.

Margaery’s brother suddenly questioned the former Lady of Winterfell. “Has your son marched against Tywin Lannister yet?”

“I do not sit on my son's war councils. And if I did, I would not share his strategies with you.” Catelyn snapped back slightly, not turning around to address the young lord's question.

Loras Tyrell growled back, finding her response insulting. “If Robb Stark wants a pact with us, he should come himself, not hide behind his mother's skirts.”

“My son is fighting a war, not playing at one.” I lightly smirked at her sharp response.

Renly rose from his chair coming down the steps to loop his arm with hers. He glanced over his shoulder calling to his wife and I. “Don't worry, My Lady. Our war is just beginning. Dear wife, show Lady Chezney around the camp would you.”

“Of course, my King.” The girl picked up her skirts coming down to meet me. She dropped the fabric of her dress offering me her hand with a kind grin. “Shall we walk to my tent, Chezney.”

Placing my hand in hers I prayed that we could make a good arrangement with these people to win the war. “I shall follow you, Lady Margaery.”

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Brienne of Tarth x fem!reader Headcanons

Your parents asked Brienne of Tarth to take you home safely after spending time in your grandfather's castle.

You'd heard a lot about Lady Brienne . The first time you saw her you felt a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

Despite all the gossip about her, her imposing height and her combat skills were the things that inmediately caught your attention.

Brienne was captivated by your sweet spirit, your kindness and your wisdom. She inwardly swore to protect you from the evil of the world.

You were one of the few people who showed her sincere affection without a bit of sarcasm or fear.

One day, laughing, you suggested that she should teach you how to fight.

You had always been a bit clumsy and spoiled, so Brienne thought that learning to survive on your own would be good for you.

Surprisingly you did better than you thought (just a little). One day you even knocked Brienne to the ground and fell on top of her. You started laughing and Brienne couldn't help it either.

It was in the middle of a lonely night that you realized that what you felt for Brienne was not so different from what some of the ladies around you felt for her fiancés or lovers.

Brienne had known for some time that she loved you, but her inmense fear of rejection and her desire to protect you were much stronger.

You hated the cold. It was a harsh winter night and you were shivering. You asked her to lie next to you to keep you warm. Brienne hesitated for a few seconds but she finally complied. Feeling your bodies so close awoke intense emotions in both of you but no one moved or did anything.

You both believed that what you felt was wrong and improper.

One day Brienne had to fight several men and despite her victory you were severly injured. She had never felt so frightened. She inmediately knelt down crying before you.

You confessed to her that you didn't want to go home to marry some noble man and that you only wanted to be with her.

That afternoon you kissed for the first time.

Podrick secretly ships you.

The night before you arrived at your destination you slept together. Neither of you knew very well what to do, but the desire to please the other one guided both of you.

From that day on you swore eternal love for each other and kept your relationship a secret.

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GOT & HOTD Masterlist

❃ Back To You

Paring: (Robb Stark x OFC Tyrell!) (Jon Snow x OFC Tyrell!)

Summary: When Adeline Tyrell was just the age of ten a criminal stole her from her family. She never knew his true intentions because Ned Stark saved her. When finding out she was a Tyrell, he sent a letter to her family only for them to thank him and say keep her. She was the same age as his first son and her family hoped in the future they could possibly married if they ever discussed about it. Only if they all knew what the future had instore for them.

❃ Calamity Within

Paring: (Jacaerys Velaryon x Cousin! OFC Targaryen!) (Aegon II Targaryen x Cousin! OFC Targaryen!)

Summary: At a very young age Lilibet learned just because you share blood means nothing sometimes. The hardest part was realizing blood may be thicker than water, but that just meant you get drained trying to battle drowning within it. However, sometimes all you need is a comforting hand for support.

A/N: Since the show already changes the ages I'm going to do the same too slightly. Also to no surprise incest so…

❃ Devious Opportunity

Paring: (Aegon II Targaryen x Cousin! OFC Targaryen!)

Summary: You may not control all the events that happen to you nor get to make decisions for yourself. However, sometimes you can make the decision right by doing it on your own. Growing up Aegon and his cousin Celeste had a very different life in many ways. Choices, support, and comfort from family was just a few. In such a chaotic world, Aegon finds solace and purpose in the simple act of wanting to choosing for himself with the help Celeste.

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The battle

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Masterlist

Prompt : “If I can still breath, I’m fine.”

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Words: 1.600

The air was charged with tension. It was mere hours before the Others came. People were scared and anxious. So was Faerys. That's what brought her here in the courtyard. Her steps were light but her heart was heavy. She knew that many of the faces she sees now will not be here when everything is done. Maybe she herself will be on the list of deceased. Who knows?

She was walking around until she heard chatter growing curious she walked towards it.

"I'm no king but if I were I'd knight you ten times over." Peering over the edge of the wall she saw Tormund speaking to Brienne causing Faerys to smile and finally walk in making her presence known with her next words.

"Correct me if I am wrong ser Jamie, but any knight can make another knight." Said man looked at her and nodded. "You are right my lady, and I am going to prove it." He pulled his sword out and continued. "Kneel lady Brienne." The chuckle left her lips not believing Jamie. "Do you want to be a knight or not? Kneel." At those words she realized that Jamie was in fact serious, so she did as commanded. Dropping on to one knee.

Faerys looked on with pride, her friend is finally being acknowledged for her deeds.

"Arise, Brienne of Tarth the knight of Seven kingdoms." She arose with tears in her eyes. Soon round of applause followed. Tyrion spoke above the noise "Ser Brienne of Tarth, knight of seven kingdoms." Said woman looked at Faerys with watery eyes and big smile. If it was possible the eldest Targaryen would have melted on the spot as she smiled back with a nod. Soon everyone was back in their seats.

"Nice of you to join us my lady." Tyrion spoke. "Well someone does need to keep you people in check, especially you my lord." Her tone was light and teasing as she spoke which caused round of laughter, and it was spent like that until last moment. They were laughing and joking knowing full well that faces they see now maybe won't be there after battle is over so they made most of it. But like every other good thing this also has passed and news saying that army of the dead is here.

Battle was bloody, at some point Faerys was hit with an arrow it pierced her shoulder and went out on the other side. Her loyal dragon caught her mid air and plummeted along with her to the ground. Army didn't wait as they started swarming young dragon and her rider. But Faerys wouldn't give in so easily neither would Layan, they fought valiantly. But the Dead were slowly overpowering exhausted duo, and just as she thought that she is done for... They dropped, all of them like leafs on fall fell down. Lifeless. That is when she too allowed herself to drop, her body weak and exhausted blood loss taking it's toll.

It was Tyrion who found young Targaryen her body surrounded by dozens of heads of undead and the whole bodies. Her body held in protective grasp of her dragon battered and bleeding profusely, but still breathing ever so slightly. Layan was letting out soft breezes of air and chuffing ever so slightly, nudging her master with her head trying to awake Faerys. He was quick to ask for help, calling for maesters to come and take care of her.

Besides the arrow shot there several more deep wounds. "She is truly a dragon my lady. I never saw someone take such wounds and still survive. Her recovery will be hard one but she will be good as new." Maester spoke to future queen, younger sister of the woman laying down on the bed covered in bandages. She nodded and spoke "Leave us." So he did, youngest sat beside her sisters bed as she clutched her hand tears welling in her eyes. "Please come back to us soon. We need you. I need you."

Distant sobs were heard, Faerys felt like she was miles apart from the sound but she recognized it oh so well, so she forced her eyes open and saw her little sister turned in to the small girl she once knew. Her shoulders shaking as she sobbed silently, begging to whoever listened that her sister doesn't die. Gently grabbing the hand of younger girl Faerys spoke "No need to weep my sweet. I am here." Daenerys jerked her head up and saw her sister with smile on her face, she jumped in to her spread arms and clutched her as hard as wounds allowed her. Hiding her head in her sisters neck she spoke "I thought I lost you."

Eldest stroked her sisters cheek “If I can still breath, I’m fine.” Watery smile spread along the face of Daenerys and Faerys reciprocated. Soon cheers were heard and Faerys looked confused. "The feast is being held as celebration of our victory."

"Well what are you waiting. Help me up."

"No way are you getting up."

"Who is elder here my little flame?"

"I don't care that you are older you are staying in bed."

"Since when are you so bossy?"

"Since you nearly died few hours ago, you need your rest." Faerys pouted knowing her sister is right, she nodded nonetheless knowing that when Danny put her mind to something there's no changing it. So she relaxed back in to her mattress and let sleep overtake her.

She was woken up by strange sounds, listening closer she realized those were moans. Her heart clenched in her chest because she knew. Room by hers was Brienne's, and she very well knew who was with her in it. Covering her head with the pillow and trying to tune out the sounds she fell back asleep with tears in her eyes.

Day passed and Faerys got better, being way too stubborn to stay in bed she walked out of her room and started walking around. That is when she heard it. "She can't be serious right? We just finished one war, all of us are tired and she wants to jump in to another?!" One of the solders spoke and grabbed Faerys's attention. "Who are you talking about pray tell?" She asked and northerner looked at her with nasty glare. "It doesn't concern you." "Careful how you speak to her solider." It was Brienne, her tone leaving no place for argument, man went pale as he nodded, apologized and scurried away.

Faerys chuckled "You shouldn't have been so harsh." Brienne raised her eyebrow and shook her head. "You are his elder and superior. He has no right to speak to you in such manner." Faerys smiled gently at her protective nature but then smirked. "But most importantly I am friend of Ser Brienne. So no one will dare to speak against me as long as she is by my side." Teasing her friend was favorite past time of Faerys but also seeing her friend going beet red is one of her favorite things to do. Brienne shook her head and grunted.

"Shouldn't you be in bed. I heard you were wounded pretty badly, I wanted to visit but no one would let me in." Taking Brienne's hand in to her own Faerys smiled. "I am well, no big deal to be honest to me it seems that maesters love to overexaggerate somethings." Brienne laughed at exparated tone of her friend as she started to walk alongside her.

"I see. I am glad. But to answer your earlier question. Queen plans to ride on kings landing tomorrow." This took Faerys off guard. "She what?" "You didn't know?" Faerys shook her head wondering what was going trough her sisters head. "I will speak to her immediately. Men are obviously tired. Everyone needs time to rest, going to battle now would be suicide." "Good luck convincing her." Faerys nodded and walked away from Brienne.

Knocking on to the doorway of the room in which Daenerys, Tyrion and John were she walked in. Younger Targaryen was shocked to see her sister on her legs. "What are you doing outside of bed?" Faerys smiled at her sisters concern. "I am well my little flame. But I heard something that concerns me. How come you plan to ride on to King's Landing tomorrow when your soldiers can barely hold their heads up from exhaustion." The Queen frowned at how quickly information spread but nodded nonetheless. "If we don't take it now, then when. Cersei is just going to get stronger." Faerys nodded at the logic of her sister but didn't find satisfaction in it. "Only if I can be by your side when you march towards it." Daenerys shook her head. "You barely just got out of bed, there is no way I am risking your life like that." Faerys smirked. "But everyone else is. I am no better than them little one. I am riding with you either tomorrow or in ten years. I am going."

Faerys had her reasons for insisting. Yes mainly to protect her younger sister but also to protect innocents of King's landing should her sister be too consumed by rage to think clearly. Eventually the Queen agreed. Although she was reluctant she knew that when Faerys set out to do something she will do it no matter what.

At the end of the day it's where the queen herself got her own stubbornness from.

So the planning began, Faerys didn't know what the night will bring or what morning will give.

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Game of Thrones incorrect quotes

Abigail: Ya know she has some problems, for sure. But i also think its important to just-

Cersei: She's also ugly.

Abigail: Well- okay. No i don't think that was nessisery.

[unmeisenpai]

I need to be selfish every once in awhile forgive me 😝 (ps my first attempt at a story wallpaper?¿)

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Seven Sentence Sunday

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It’s definitely not seven sentences, but here’s a snippet of the most recent chapter I wrote of my GoT collab fic, during a scene between Nadya and Jaime (and Brienne).

“Anyway, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation as I was leaving the Godswood, and although it may not be my place to say, I must agree with Brienne on the matter of your promise to Lady Catelyn.”

“Of course you do,” Jaime scoffed, shaking his head in exasperation.

“Thank you, my lady,” Brienne said to Nadya with a pleased grin. She turned to give Jaime a triumphant look, which he pointedly ignored.

“You swore a vow to her,” Nadya said, stepping closer to him. “Lady Stark is- was not a woman who trusts easily. I know that well enough myself. And yet, she chose to trust you with the safety of her beloved daughters over anyone else. The very woman who called you ‘a man without honor’ believed that you would have enough of it to return her children to her, to protect them. And that is the only reason that you are here now, as you are. You know that as much as I do. Surely that must count for something, even to you. You owe it to her to keep your promise, despite her death.” She held Jaime’s gaze for a long moment. “There is honor in being selfless, Ser Jaime.”

“I don’t need you to tell me what gives a man honor,” Jaime objected.

“Perhaps not, but I believe you needed to hear it, all the same,” Nadya responded evenly. “And if that is not enough to convince you, then I must point out that you are one of the only people in Westeros who could possibly keep Sansa and Arya safe. Their very lives may be in your hands, even at this very moment.” Jaime said nothing, only casting another glance at Sansa. His expression was unreadable.

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