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[tanith-rhea]

I- I don't even- I'm so glad I chose to read this

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

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

Brienne of Tarth x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT (very soft and not very long)

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

Read Part 1 here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How–?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know where we are,” she says.

You look at her. “What?”

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

“Do you miss it?” you ask. “Tarth?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Any news?” 

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

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

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

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

Brienne stops when she sees you. “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll live, and we’ll be happy.”

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

[qudachuk]

It’s the first celeb edition of this charming travel competition. The family dynamics are as gripping as ever, from Mel Blatt and her ex-army mum to Harry Judd and his lovable motherBless the famouses. They can be so cute....

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[keikakudori]

"I wonder if if my love for you was just an obsession." ~ ♡ momo

@burstplum you asked for this hanii

                now that was a voice that he had not heard in some while, wasn't it---?

                she was there at his side, a fragile little thing that watched him with those large depths of brown which had once beheld him with such --- adoration. it was easy for him to ignore the activity in the remains of the twelfth's laboratory, giving no more thought nor heed to shinigami and quincy alike. his eye was all that moved, a depth of brown caught beneath the dark lashes. it had been quite easy for him to unravel the bindings upon his own face, to behold kyoraku shunsui and his surprise alike. there was nothing in him at this moment when he studied the young woman who had been his supposed lieutenant for the few decades in the wake of gin's rise to captain, when his viper had moved to the third at the quiet suggestion of the traitor.

                aizen remembered how eager she had been as he had pretended to hunt for a replacement, nevermind those nights when he would smile in his quarters, more rarely within gin's own -- for some reason, the silver had ever preferred his room at the fifth and ever had it puzzled the older man. not that he minded it at all. how many times he had sat, speaking with gin into the late hours, more than speaking --- at least ---- speaking with more than merely words. if he were to but close his eyes, even now, memory could rise up to envelop the world's perception.

                for several moments, there was merely silence. if olive-hued eyes rested on him beneath a fringe of slanting gold that fell across the likely scarred forehead in a fashion imitating how rays of the sun could slant over the ground from where they broke through clouds -- he ignored that as well. in this point of time, it was HINAMORI MOMO who captivated his attention. despite TWO YEARS within the dark, the hawk-like intensity of his stare had not diminished in the least.

                however -- the sharpness which was present even now semed thinned and dulled, chipped and fractured. as if something within him had been extinguished and destroyed; he had not looked so on that day two years ago. on that day, when he had stood in the sky clad in white, with that bloody flag of war wreathing his waist, he had stood with his viper and his hound at his sides. and how she had sought to stand in his way, had done her best with kido in a skilled and cunning fashion.

                in his own way, aizen sousuke was proud of her and her skill.

                finally, his mouth shifted and he parted his lips to reply to her. silence held itself there between them, almost a palpable presence in itself. silence when once that clever tongue had enthralled so many. then he breathed in, shifted the large shoulders which so befit his powerful frame, let the air out from his lungs slowly. only once that had been done did aizen begin to speak him up once more.

                ❝ --- would it comfort you to believe that, hinamori-kun? ❞ a calm enough tone of voice, soft, almost gentle. ❝ to believe that you were obsessed rather than in love? would that reassure you of your own choices and decisions? after all - i did my utmost to cultivate it within you. i wanted your adoration -- blind adoration. blind love. ❞

                his hand moved faintly against one of the straps which held him down upon that blocky chair which seemed more a throne than yet another part and parcel of his bonds and confines. but so bound, the man known as the sinner of this system which was so broken, a thing that seemed near a corpse of its own. but perhaps it was a product of the man who had reigned over the command of it for a thousand years. perhaps that was what had done so. whatever the case, his eye did not waver from her. he had ever wondered if she had possessed enough awareness on that day when kyoka suigetsu had driven through her torso, to erupt from that small back in a spray of steel and blood alike.

                a weeping red wound, the tears that perhaps she could not shed -- HAD SHE WEPT FOR WHAT HAD BEEN, FINALLY? HAD SHE WEPT FOR THE LIES AND THE DECEIT?

                how aizen had wondered that, how he had been unsure if whether or not it had been there. had she cried?

                --- had she heard what he had said that day----?

you're slow. i said from the very beginning. ever since i became a captain, i have considered no one else to be my lieutenant but GIN.

                aizen was not sure if he wished that she had heard those words. for her to know that no matter the badge upon her arm, no matter the warm hand he would rest on her shoulder, the arm garbed in the white sail of his haori's sleeve that curled around her tiny shoulders, it had all been falsehood. and the more he had coaxed her into that web, eyes soft and warm with a glowing heat of gentle delight.

                ❝  obsession and love can and often do coincide. ❞ did his eye cut towards that watching lanky form for a flicker of a second? if it did, it was almost too fast to be witnessed. ❝ there is nothing to truly distinguish one from the other. you can claim obsession if it feels better, if it is more a comfort than not -- but i will not lie to you about it. that is a question that you need to answer on your own. i trained you, i guided you --- and your choices were your own, all of them. did i influence them? yes, easily so. you hung on my every word. you were so eager to PLEASE ME IN ANY WAY YOU COULD. but i did not force you to make those choices. i manipulated --- you responded. but they were still your own decisions. ❞

                up went the visible arch of brown that was set beneath the dark band which encircled his head, right eye still concealed beneath the wedge of sable which concealed cheekbone and clasped to embrace that angle of his features. it muffled him, leaving only fragments of skin visible, skin which had nto lessened from the faint tan which so colored him in those two years; he was still so similar to how he had been but clad in darkness, in shadow, with him left to stare at the young woman without any attempt to communicate his thoughts all the further, until----

                ❝ --... i suggest that, if you make it through this and i suspect that you will -- ❞ this time, the glance towards shinji was far more visible than the previous one. ❝ that you take time for yourself afterwards to try and understand it for yourself. hate me if you desire, of course; i deceived you, i lied to you, and i used you without hesitation in the nature of following through on my own plans. and as you can see... ❞ the point of aizen's chin shifted as if he were seeking to gesture to all of himself. ❝ ... this is how i have ended up. ❞

                another pause.

                ❝ so make of it what you will, hinamori-kun. love or obsession --- or, perhaps, both. ❞

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38 weeks- It’s raining babies

This weekend I was fortunate enough to have a Blessingway held for me. A Mother Blessing is a healing ceremony rooted in Navajo (Native American) tradition which celebrates a women’s rite of passage into Motherhood.  Unlike a traditional baby shower, where the focus is on the baby, a Mother Blessing is all about nurturing the mother-to-be and celebrating motherhood.

In the presence of the most important women in my life (a few of which in spirit) we sat in a circle and began by honouring our maternal line- stating our name, our mother’s name, our grandmothers name and as far back as we were knowledgable. 

The few Mother’s we had among us shared their birth stories and the maidens (not yet mothers) shared the stories of their own births. I then had Henna done on my baby bump by Elisha Wheeler-Osman- Beauty Therapist and Henna Artist @ www.violetsbeauty.uk whilst the guests wrote messages of encouragement and empowerment for me on notes which they hung on a small tree. 

After this we all took part in a couple of ceremonial activities.The first was the cord ceremony where a single piece of red cord was used to bind everyone’s wrists whilst a Blessing was made on my journey into Motherhood. The cord was then cut and tied as a symbol of unity, forming individual bracelets which everyone will wear until they hear that the birth of my baby is underway. 

Each guest also brought a bead which I later made into a necklace to wear or hold during labour. This was really special to me as it’s a physical reminder of  the support and loving presence of my friends and family to have with me which I can imagine will be very empowering during birth. 

We then came together to share in a delicious buffet and gifts for both me and baby were given. I gave each guest a small white candle to light when I go into labour, which will stay lit until they hear the baby has been safely delivered. 

I’m so grateful to have had this experience arranged for me. It was a beautiful way to honour and nurture a mother to be before the impending birth of her baby. It was a completely healing and loving special time for me which has made me have a bigger awareness of this expansive maiden to mother transition I am going through. And just how important it is to nurture our mothers more than ever! 

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