#human!brienne

[therealdaddyvulture]

was telling abt @yellowisharo an idea i had for a got au which is a killer ship bc i'm telling you this would go insane:

yautja!tormund/human!brienne

it would just be soooo cool, he comes to earth or whatever, comes across brienne and would be immediately smitten if he saw her hunting/protecting someone like sansa

and he just wants to marry her bc she's perfect to him

i don't have the time or braincell to write it but it would be crazy worth it

[jailynn24]

Jaime rubbed his hand on his thigh. So he was right in his comment to his siren, all did know about them. He felt pride well up inside of him. Now it was knowledge to all that she was his and his alone. His claim was firm. All he needed now was for Lord Selwyn to return and walk her down the aisle to him. Not that he cared a bit about what the Gods thought, but it meant a lot to Brienne. And, he suspected, her father. He sincerely hoped that Selwyn did not hate him too much for taking his daughter in such a manner.

His heart sunk as he thought of his brother. All those moons of coming to him with his concerns and rants about Brienne and Tyrion has told him nothing of his plans. He had known something was off. He had asked, but he had not pushed and for that he wanted to rage. Jaime should have forced Tyrion to tell him. Mayhaps if he had, they could have figured out another solution.

He needed to speak with his father. Tywin would know what happened. He stopped short at the sight of Cersei standing at the end of the hall. His back straightened and he walked toward her. Her posture was falsely relaxed as she watched him with flashing eyes.

“Dear brother,” her voice was filled with fury.

[jailynn24]

Update: Howl At The Moon

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 9: 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘞𝘢𝘺 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴

The iron was heavy, the chain very short. He would be held tightly. Jaime lifted the shackles and examined them for any possible breaks in the links or the cuffs. He was impressed with their sturdiness and the speed with which the smith had gotten them to him. There was still a chance he could break out of them, especially once he transitioned completely and his wrists were not as thick… He had a plan for that though. He picked up the stem of the purple bell-shaped flowers carefully, his lips pulling back to reveal his teeth as the scent touched his nose. The wolfsbane was literal poison on his fingers and he was hoping to not have to use it, but he would. The flower, to humans, had no detectable scent, but to him, it was revolting. It was even more sickening as the night grew closer. He had always actively stayed away from the plant, but because of his desire to protect his mate he sought it out and plucked it to give to her. Jaime did not enjoy having it close, but to keep his promise to Brienne, he would.

He placed the flowers back on the table and started attaching the irons to the bed. He would need help to secure himself completely later. The heavy metal fell on the bed with a thud and his heart fell with it. The words he told Brienne were the truth, he would give up running for her. He would give up anything to keep her at his side, but her words were also true… he would be miserable chained up during the full moon. He had always loved running and being free. It made all the pain of transitioning from man to beast to man again worthwhile. The feeling of the wind through his fur and the grass under his paws was like being one with everything.

But being with Brienne was even more than that. She was the center of his world. His body, heart and mind were so connected to her that he could not imagine being parted from her. The very idea of her leaving was like shards of glass being shoved into his soul, causing him to bleed and die. Seeing that open trunk with her things neatly packed away had been a punch to the gut. It had knocked the air from his lungs and made it hard to breathe.

Considering that, giving up this moon cycle was a small thing really. And mayhaps with more time he could convince her to come running with him. He closed his eyes and pictured her at his side, her hand running through his fur as they lounged in the moonlight. He would rest his head on her lap as she leaned against a tree and they listened to the sounds of nature. It was simple but he found himself longing for the images in his head to be real. The ideal dream would be her at his side as a fierce wolf, but that outcome would content him just as well.

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[jailynn24]

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The iron was heavy, the chain not long at all. He would be held tightly. Jaime lifted the shackles and examined them for any possible breaks in the links or the cuffs. He was impressed with the solid way they were made and at the speed with which the smith had gotten them to him. There was still a chance he could break out of them, especially once he transitioned completely and his wrist were not as thick… He had a plan for that though. He picked up the stem of the purply bell shaped flowers carefully. His lips pulling back to reveal his teeth as the scent touched his nose. The wolfsbane was literal poison in his fingers and he was hoping to not have to use it, but he would. To keep his promise to Brienne, he would.

He placed the flowers back on the table and started attaching the irons to the bed. He would need help to secure himself completely later. The heavy metal fell to the bed with a thud and his heart fell with it. The words he told Brienne were the truth, he would give up running for her. He would give up anything to keep her at his side, but her words were also true… he would be miserable chained up during the full moon. He had always loved running and being free. It made all the pain of transitioning from man to beast to man again worthwhile. The feeling of the wind through his fur and the grass under his paws was like being one with everything. 

But being with Brienne was even more than that. She was the center of his world. His body, heart and mind were so connected to her that he could not imagine being parted from her. The very idea of her leaving was like shards of glass being shoved into his soul, causing him to bleed and die. Seeing that open trunk with her things neatly packed away had been a punch to the gut. It had knocked the air from his lungs and made it hard to breathe. 

Considering that, giving up this moon cycle was a small thing really. And mayhaps with more time he could convince her to come running with him. He closed his eyes and pictured her at his side, her hand running through his fur as they lounged in the moonlight. He would rest his head on her lap as she leaned against a tree and they listened to the sounds of nature. It was simple but he found himself longing for the images in his head to be real. The ideal dream would be her at his side as a fierce wolf, but he would gladly accept this wish in place of that one. 

He just wanted to be with her. He needed to be with her. His wolf and him would not be complete without her. Brienne, Tarth’s first daughter, the lady warrior, meant everything to him. And he knew she felt the same. He had seen it in those incredible eyes. He had felt it in her touch. He had tasted it on her lips. They were two halves of one soul.

[jailynn24]

A little piece of something...

She swallowed against the urge to refuse him this request. She didn’t want to see herself. She was pale against his golden skin. She was too broad and nearly covered him completely from view. Her hair was falling limply around her shoulders while his shone in the candle light. Her lips were big and bloody, while his were plump and smooth. The flaws that made her who she was blinded her, but he did not seem to see them.

 “You think you are not beautiful,” he said as he trailed a finger down her side, tickling her. She laughed and he smiled. “We have talked about this before, but now I can show you what I see.” He gripped her hips and pulled her to him, his long fingers almost covering her flat stomach. “I want your eyes to stay on your body as I describe it to you.” She opened her mouth and he shook his head. “Do not speak until I’m done. Do you understand?” Brienne narrowed her eyes, but nodded. “Good. Let’s start with a place you will not fight me…your eyes.” She licked her lips and waited. “They are the bluest I have ever seen. When we met, I wanted to get lost in them. Dive into them. It gave me pause and I lost myself for a moment. I could not believe how clear they were and every day since then I still am amazed at their beauty.”

 She really studied her eyes for a moment. They were blue. She knew they were unique, the color if not the shape, but to her- they were merely blue eyes. She remembered Galladon’s eyes as being truly magnificent. They were blue with touches of green. She always wanted those touches of green, but now with Jaime’s words in her ear, she could see that her eyes were pretty as well.

He touched her cheek with his index finger, drawing a line between her many freckles. “When I was a kid,” he said softly. “I used to lay in the clearing and try to make pictures in the stars. The moon is my master as a wolf, but the stars… I have always loved the stars. Your freckles are like stars upon your skin. I wish to know each as I tried to know each of the ones that sparkled in the sky.” She moved into his touch her eyes following his hand. She never liked her freckles. She had too many, not a dusting or a few, but at that moment she loved them. He moved his hand along her chin, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. “I could kiss your lips for the rest of my life and I plan to. Every day, Brienne, that I wake up before you, I will kiss you till you awaken in my arms. Every midday, I will find you and wrap you in my arms, until I get my fill of your sweetness. And every evening as the moon raises, I will take pleasure in your embrace until we can do it all again the next morn.” Tears gathered in her eyes at his words.

[jailynn24]

Sneak Peek Sunday...

Here is a sneak peek at the next chapter of Howl At the Moon..

“Brienne,” he tipped her chin up so he could gaze into her eyes again. “I can not explain the heart. Our bonding was written in the stars. The fates knew we were meant for each other. This connection between us does not have to do with titles or beauty, it has to do with the fact we are two halves of a whole.”

“But would you not prefer a beauty on your arm?” She asked hesitatingly. “You have spent your life loving one that is considered to be the most lovely among us and now you have pledged yourself to one that is considered the most beastly… you must know how people will pity you for your choice.”

“There was never a choice, Brienne,” he said and she nodded, hurt flashing in her eyes before she dropped them from his to hide it. He sighed and sat up, taking her with him. She tried to move off again but he held firm settling her on his lap. He tried to focus on the conversation and not how nice it felt to have her there. “I have never been good with words and I think my lack of talent with them has made you hear what I did not mean to say.”

“You said the truth,” she commented. Her voice was controlled and tight. “We did not choose each other. It was a plan of the fates. If all was different, you would still be besotted with Queen Cersei and I would be nothing but an ugly face in the sea of many.”

“No,” he said fiercely. “I do not believe that. I think we would always be. In a hundred different lifetimes and in a hundred different worlds- we would always find each other.” She shook her head, denying his words. “You do not believe?”

“I want to,” Brienne picked at the material of his tunic for something to do. “It is hard though when I have lived in my own skin. Words are wind, My Lord, but wind can harm. It can bruise the skin and words can bruise the heart. My heart has been rendered black and blue from things said by others.”

[jailynn24]

Howl At The Moon

Chapter 8: To Bite or Not To Bite

(I really hope you like this chapter. It has been one of the hardest to write. It has taken me over a month and a half to finish it because I wanted it to be right. Thank you to all that have read my stories. That means so much to me!!)

The sun’s blinding rays kissed her wet skin as she leaned back against the tub in the well-lit bathhouse. Her eyes closed and she let the hot water untangle the knots in her shoulders and back. Jaime’s earlier words were repeating in her mind. She had so many questions and had naught an idea of where to go for the answers. For generations, the Lannister family had been marrying and mating within their own kind. From what little she could surmise, humans were not seen as potential partners. Every mate or lover before her had been aware of the dangers and excitements of being one with another werewolf. They had grown up dreaming of running through the woods with their love at their side and feared nothing that came with that.

But she was not so lucky to have that knowledge. Everything about this world was new and she was confronted with her fragility more and more. She almost laughed harshly to herself. Fragile. Who would ever accuse the Maid of Tarth of such a thing? She had always been seen as brutish and manly; hardly- if ever- described as delicate and womanly.

With Jaime though… with him, she felt like a woman. She felt innocent and wanted. Her body longed to know his in every way. She dreamed about touching him and being touched by him. Her mind was filled with fantasies and wishes of things she had no knowledge of, but wanted so badly. The ache in her breasts and core was something she had never experienced before. Brienne wanted to be filled with him, she felt empty without him… Which was strange because she didn’t know what it would feel like to have Jaime moving within her.

Her hand slipped down and grazed an erect nipple. She gasped and looked around her. Her face flushed hotly and she slipped further under the water until her chin disappeared under the surface. Her breasts tingled and she shyly touched them again. Her body sang a tune she had never heard before. It was a melody of desire and she was finding it easy to dance to. Her fingers lightly pressed against her nipples. The pressure was barely a flutter, just enough. She closed her eyes and Jaime appeared in all his glory. Wet and golden. Skin glistening, muscles strong. He walked toward her, the water rippling and parting for him.

[jailynn24]

Fic: The Love of A Wolf and A Maiden

Happy birthday Ro!! It isn’t completed yet, but I wanted to give you something for your day. I really hope you like it. I will have the next part up tomorrow.

This story is an AU of my AU- Howl At The Moon. It’s a different take on what could happen between our sexy little human/werewolf couple. I really hope you like it!!

Chapter 1: Look At Me My Love

Brienne walked into Jaime’s chambers with a purpose. He was clamping the steel around his wrist as she stepped through the door. He turned to look at her, his eyes bright with want and fear. He moved as close to her as the cuff and chain would allow. “You can’t be here,” he snarled at her. “The full moon is upon us and I will not hurt you if I can help it.”

She took a deep breath, turning to face the door and pushed it shut. She heard his growl as she pushed the lock in place. It had taken a lot of thought for her to come here. She had argued with herself for hours, days and it led her to this decision. She was willing to risk it all. This was always going to be how it ended for them and she learned at an young age that fighting against a tidal wave was fruitless.

Taking a deep breath, she faced him again and walked further into the room. His breathing was coming in harsh gasps as he watched her closely. “Tell me again,” she whispered.

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me what you feel when you are with me.”

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