Can I Request A Drunk Reader On New Year And Getting All Flirty And Dancing Around With Larissa

Can I request a drunk reader on New Year and getting all flirty and dancing around with Larissa <3

That’s me now

Dance Floor

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 706

Warning: alcohol

A/n: So I pushed this a little forward to not post this days after New Year, hope you like it!

It wasn't long until the clock would strike twelve o'clock and the year would be over. Honestly this had been the best year of your life. You had started to work your dream job, found your passion in helping the kids, found amazing friends and fell in love. That last bit did cause a few problems, as it was your boss, but you felt that she might like you too.

You had never talked about the matter, but there was some kind of unresolved tension between you. A good sort of tension. Larissa was flirting constantly, and you showered her with presents. You knew her favourite flowers and always brought her new ones. If you happened to go to Jericho, you always brought her coffee order. That was just the difference between you, she was flirty and open, you were shy and sweet.

But that was the rule for sober (Y/n). Drunken you was a whole different story. You could get unusually bold. Very bold.

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It was New Year's Eve and Larissa had organised a staff party for everyone who was still in Nevermore. Some of your colleague had gone home over the holiday, but most stayed. The evening had been an absolute delight. The food was amazing. Your friend and colleague Aden put on the music, and he hit exactly your taste in music. And the alcohol was exquisite, maybe you did have a little too much of that. But who cares? It's a party.

You were enjoying yourselves, dancing and laughing together. But as you spun, your eyes landed on Larissa. She stood at the side of the dance floor observing the rest. You knew she probably chose to not dance, but it stung your heart as it felt like she was being left out. That needed change, fast.

You boldly approached her and, taking her hand, pulled her with you onto the dance floor. That worked surprisingly easy, but that was probably just because she hadn't expected you to drag her. Normally she was much stronger than you.

"(Y/n), can I ask, what do you think you are doing?" She raised an eyebrow at you, standing in the middle of the floor, making no effort to dance.

"You looked so alone. You should be integrated! Also, I really want to dance with you." You smirked at her and laid your hand on her waist. For a second she stiffened but as you started moving to the music she slowly relaxed and even started moving too.

"Move your hips, come on. It'll look bomb." You gently forced her hips to swing some more with your hands. And to your surprise she obeyed. It did indeed look bomb.

Larissa pulled you closer, your bodies pressed against one another and leaned down a little. Her mouth right next to your ear, she whispered: "Do you like that, Darling. Seeing me swing my hips for you?" She put on a flirtatious, even seductive tone. It made your knees weak and for a moment you felt like you would cave in, but Larissa's arms held you. She let out a deep, breathy laugh at that. God, everything about her was just so hot.

You tuned around, leaning your back against her and pulling her hands up to your front. You perfectly bend into the curve of her body, pushing your ass into her, while still swaying your hips. You heard a low moan right next to your ear, that made you smirk. Her hands wandered up a little until they stopped right on top your breasts. Her hands were covered by the hem of your jacket, so she got even bolder and started kneading them lightly. You let your head fall onto her chest. This must be what heaven feels like, you thought.

You stayed like this, dancing together, fully intertwined with one another until you heard the others around you counting down from ten. The New Year's Countdown.

Larissa turned you to look at her and bend down to nibble on your ear.

"Would you like to be my New Year's kiss?" She pulled back a little as to see your face and right as the countdown went to zero you crashed your lips onto hers.

Hey, I wanna request a Larissa x Fem Reader one shot where reader is sick and larissa has to take care of her. Basically Larissa is just being super sweet and motherly and caring towards reader. So just lots of fluff.

idk about anyone else, but my mommy issue are screaming because of Larissa Weem’s.

I'll take care of you

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 346

Warning: none

A/n: this is very short, but packed with fluff and love!! <3

You felt horrible. There was no other way to say this. Your whole body hurt, you were cold and hot at the same time and your head felt like it was about to explode. That's why, for the whole day, you hadn't left the bed once. Half the time you were asleep.

Right now as well. Or, better said, you were until your wife had come in turning on the light, happy as ever.

"(Y/n), what are you doing in bed?" You groaned, you were sure your head was exploding.

"Please, turn off the light and be quiet." Larissa immediately obeyed, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She down at you, concern washing over her face. Gently she put her hand on your forehead.

"You're burning, love. Let me get a thermostat." She left to go into the bathroom. You could distantly hear her searching the drawers, you knew where it was but your voice was so weak, it wouldn't have reached her.

"There it is, here (Y/n) open your mouth." It took a minute, as usual, but as Larissa looked at the temperature she looked even more concerned.

"39,8 °C. That's high, way too high." Hastily she left the room and came back a few minutes later, antibiotics and some wet wash cloths. Gently she started wrapping your calf.

"There's a glass of water, take the antibiotics." So you did, before you caved into the pillow again.

You looked at Larissa in awe, you were absolutely stunned. In bed, she could be so dominant and rough, as Principle she was stern and strict, and now she sat next to you gentleness in persona. With so much love and care, adoration mixed with concern in her eyes.

As she was finished, she pressed a light kiss on top your head and laid down next to you. You fell asleep again quite fast, but still felt her change the wash cloths around your calf regularly. She really was and angel, and you didn't know what you had done to deserve her as your wife.

Please someone send me Larissa x Reader requests, I really want to write for her!!! I'm also super fast cause it's still holidays, so I'll get them ready the same day or a day later!!

Edit: It might take a bit longer now till I write them, I've gotten so many wonderful requests in the last two days its hard catching up!

if you want i was wondering if you could larissa weems x reader where in the readers past relationships they’ve made the reader feel like an inadequate partner (too clingy, annoying sorta stuff like that) but larissa is there for them to make sure they know how amazing they are and how much larissa appreciates them if this doesn’t interest you totally ignore this hope you have a lovely day :)

You're safe now

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 1318

Warning: previous abusive/toxic relationship

A/n: Really liked the idea, hope you like my try on it! <3

Larissa had noticed a few strange situations in the past few weeks that you had been together. At first, she didn't think much of it, but they were growing stranger and stranger.

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She had been under the shower when she heard her phone ring. Damn it.

"(Y/n) could you check my phone real fast, it might be important." A few seconds later you had stood in the bathroom, phone in hand.

"I- what? No, I wanted you to answer it. But thanks." She had laughed at it, but you had looked incredibly confused before leaving the bathroom, while she was talking on the phone.

"No, (Y/n). You'll need to take the phone." But you were already out of reach.

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You two had been walking through Jericho, after having had a coffee at Weathervanes as the Sheriff had approached you.

"Principle Weems, Mrs. (Y/l/n), nice to see you." Immediately you let go of Larissa's hand and took a step back. Confused she looked at you but kept on talking to the Sheriff. You just grabbed her hand again when the Sheriff was so far away, he couldn't see you anymore.

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Situations like that had been strange, yes, but she had always tried explaining it somehow. Maybe you didn't like to display affection in public. Maybe you didn't like taking on the phone. But with every situation it got harder finding reasonable explanations.

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Larissa had come home after a long day, incredibly happy to see you. You had already laid in bed, reading a book. She took off her shoes and crawled into bed. Kissing your neck and pulling you closer.

But she fast stopped, sensing that you weren't in the mood.

"(Y/n), we don't have to so this." You looked at her, and for a second she thought she saw panic flash through your eyes.

"No, it's okay. Go on." So she kissed you again, but the usual reaction to her touches wasn't there.

"(Y/n), I can sense that you don't want this. I will not sleep with you, if you don't want to."

"I'm sorry." Your voice had been unrecognisably quiet.

"Darling, there is nothing to be sorry about. We'll just watch a movie or cuddle, okay?"

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And it was fully impossible after the latest situation yesterday.

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Larissa had come home, expecting you to be there. So, of course she was mildly disappointed, when you weren't.

She had called you and asked what had happened to sleeping at hers.

"Oh, I've gotten my period. I'm sorry."

"Aren't you feeling well? I can come over and massage you or bring you my hot water bottle for cramps."

"Oh no, I'm feeling quite alright. I just know you probably don't want me sleeping in your bed, and I'd rather sleep in my bed than on your couch." Larissa was absolutely perplexed at that and didn't say anything for a hot minute. To you that was a sufficient explanation, so you told her you loved her and hung up. Leaving a still absolutely stunned Larissa at the other end.

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The next day, first thing in the morning Larissa's went to your room. You really needed to talk. Gently she knocked and entered after you called.

"Oh, Larissa. God morning." You still laid in bed, having just woken up.

"Good morning, love." Larissa kissed you and opened the curtains, to let the room be flooded with sunlight. She couldn't stop herself from staring at you. You just looked so incredibly beautiful, not really woken up yet and bathed in the sunshine.

She sat down on the edge of your bed, face sterner than before. Stern but still gentle, the look confused you. It made you feel like you had done something wrong, but she would be angry or scold you for it. But that couldn't be, right? Anger and punishment was the reasonable reaction.

"Darling, I want to talk to you." You had done something wrong. Of course, you had. Panic flushed through you, your mind working fast to find out what you had done wrong. Maybe if you'd apologise before she said something she would be less angry. But you had no idea. You had tried so hard not to mess things up.

"Whatever I've done, I'm really sorry. I didn't want to anger or annoy you." Larissa's eyes softened, and she took your hand in hers.

"I'm not angry, why would you think that. I've just noticed a few things in the last weeks that I didn't understand." You slightly nodded, showing her to go on.

"You never use my phone, even if I tell you to. You display nearly no affection in the public at all, you're always very careful with what you say, you apologise an awful lot for awfully much. That were all things I kind of looked over, but I absolutely didn't understand why you didn't sleep over last night, and it seems you always want to sleep with me, even if you yourself aren't in the mood at all. It's as if you'd just follow my word, without looking at your own needs. And as much as I appreciate that, I don't want it. I want you to listen to your body, to your needs and always communicate them." She gently stroked your cheek, you didn't know what to say. You were absolutely startled by her affectionate, loving being. The adoration in her eyes nearly brought you to tears.

"Well I just- my previous partner never wanted me to sleep in his bed when I had my period. He said it was disgusting." You were ashamed even talking about it.

"Firstly that is absolutely horrible. It's an absolute human thing and there is nothing disgusting about it whatsoever. Secondly, I'm a woman too. I also get my period, so if I can handle that I can most definitely handle yours as well. Can I ask, all the rest that I mentioned. Was that also because of your previous partner?" You nodded.

"He had been my first ever boyfriend. I just didn't know better, I thought that's how it's supposed to be, but you're making me question things right now. Her never let me look into his phone, but he had to be able to look into mine at all times. He always told me I was too clingy and affectionate. And if I didn't want to have sex he asked me what I was good for if I didn't pleasure his needs. He always punished me with days of not talking to me, if I'd anger him. And what I feel with you is so much stronger than what I felt for him, so I was really scared to mess thing up and have you not talk to me. I wanted to make you happy at all costs." Larissa was shocked, how could people do something like that? She had had shit relationships and people take advantage of her, but she thought that was mainly because of her ability to shape-shift. But people did this without any reason whatsoever.

"Oh love, come here." She opened her arms for a big hug, which you gladly accepted. Gently she stroked your hair and whispered in your ear.

"What that man did to you is unforgivable. That's not how a relationship works. It's not all about Sex, it's about trust, loving each other, having fun together and being there for each other no matter what. I don't keep any secrets, neither from you, nor from the people at this school. I'd gladly walk through the school and the town, arm in arm, kissing you, showing everyone how happy I am to have you as my girlfriend." You nodded into her chest, clinging to her like a hurt child. But you knew, with Larissa by your side everything would get better. You would get a chance to heal and be unconditionally happy.

Hi there. Literally just refreshed the Larissa tag and saw that you wanted some requests. Would you write a Larissa x reader where Larissa has a strict no dating coworkers rule, but when Nevermore hires a new teacher (reader) she can’t help but love how reader is so sweet. But when reader asks her out, she still says no though reluctantly. Reader just accepts it and tries to be as positive as she usually is. But after a weekend night out with friends, reader drunkenly confronts Larissa and the day after they talk about it and Larissa tells reader that she can’t help her feelings anymore either.

No Dating-Rule

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2486

Warning: Alcohol

A/n: This got pretty long but I loved the idea and I really loved writing it!!!

Every rule had a reason. Larissa had made the "Not dating Co-workers"-Rule because in the past dating Co-workers had led to problems. But a rule could still be annoying. Even when the use for it was clear and reasonable.

And recent events made it very hard for Larissa to not overthrow the rule.

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After the undeniable chaos that had visited Nevermore in the last school year, a new botanical teacher was necessary. So right before the new school year was about to start Principle Weems invited a few applicants for the job and spend her precious time talking to one after another. No one could fulfil her expectations and as she already thought it was useless she heard a light knock at the door.

The door opened and you stepped in. She was immediately smitten by you, but she forbid those thoughts and buried them deep inside of her.

"Principle Weems? I'm sorry, I'm a bit late. Do you still take applicants?" The Principle nodded and gestured for you to sit down. All throughout the conversation you couldn't help but stare into her beautiful ice-blue eyes.

Larissa was impressed by your qualification. You had never taught at a school before, but she looked over that. You seemed incredibly kind, patient and gentle. Perfect qualities for a teacher. You had studied botanic and science and seemed passionate about the topic. You were the perfect fit for the school.

"I'll just have one more question. Even though I am very sure already that you will be our new botanical teacher." You smiled excitedly. The school seemed wonderful, and you had just heard positive things. Working here would be a dream come true. You nodded as to show her that she could ask.

"You are and outcast as well, right? Could I ask what sort of outcast you are?" You gently smiled at her.

"I'm a psychic with telekinetic powers." To show her you lifted her cup, let it flow in the air for a few seconds and carefully let it down again. Principle Weems followed the cup and then looked at you smiling impressed. These kinds of powers would always be an impressing mystery to her.

"Well, that will be no problem. You have the job, Ms. (Y/l/n). If you want, I can show you your room, and then you could move in the next few days?" You thankfully nodded and followed her out of her office through a few corridors until you stood in front of a door. On the way there you couldn't help yourself, your eyes wandered up and down her elegant form a few times before you caught yourself and a voice in your head scolded you.

She opened the door and let you in. The room was perfect. It had a big window, so it was very bright and full of sunlight. Right next to the window was a little door that led onto a small balcony. There would be enough space for all of your books and a wide area for grading papers and preparing classes.

"It's wonderful. Thank you, Principle Weems." You gladly smiled at her before you turned to look at the room one more time.

"Oh, please call me Larissa." Larissa. You liked that. It was a pretty name for a pretty woman.

"It suits you, Larissa. But please call me (Y/n) then." She nodded to let you know that she would.

After having said goodbye to Larissa you went to your car and left for home. You still had to pack some things. Larissa constantly on your mind.

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A few days later you had fully moved in and found your way around the school as far as it was necessary for you to attend the classes. You knew where the greenhouse was, where the teachers room, the Principle's office and your room was. That needed to be enough for the start. Surely you would find your way around better when the school year started.

And you did. Once all the students were there you needed to walk through the school much more and after a few weeks you were sure that you knew every room and every corridor possible.

The work with the kids made you happier than ever, and you just knew that becoming a teacher was the best decision you made. With time, you realised that you were having an unquestionable crush on Larissa.

She was so very kind to you at the beginning of the year. She showed you around and always came up to you to ask how you were settling in. She was truly interested in her staff's wellbeing.

In conferences, you often had problems concentrating. For some weird reason you were being placed directly next to Larissa in every meeting. Her sheer presence and the warmth of her body made you nervous. The slight touches of your arms and the smiles she gave you whenever you looked at her made your thoughts wander to places that were not appropriate for a teachers conference. Whenever she talked you simply stared at her lips following every word she said like all depended on it. The view of her towering over you or a student that had broken a rule and needed to be punished made your knees weak and warmth spread between your legs.

So after a few weeks of silently observing her you decided to ask her out on a date. Asking couldn't hurt, right? Oh, how wrong you were.

It did hurt. A lot.

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It was a Saturday and you obviously didn't have any classes. So you got in the car and drove down to Jericho to buy some of your favourite flowers. You hoped Larissa would like them too, but mainly they were just for good luck.

A small bouquet of Lilac flowers in the nicest shade of purple in you hand you approached Larissa's office door and gently knocked.

You stepped in and walked towards her desk. She lifted her head and smiled gratefully for a break in-between work. You read the smile as a good omen.

"I have brought you flowers, I hope you like them. They're my favourites." You nervously gave her the flowers which she took with a bright smile on her face. She took in the wonderful scent they had before looking at you again.

"They are wonderful. They aren't my favourites, but they certainly have a similar name." Before she could go on you cut her off.

"Lilies." She nodded smiling. You would definitely remember that for the future.

"I did also want to ask you something. Would you, maybe, I mean this could be a really stupid idea, but I thought... Maybe you'd like to go out on a date with me?" You looked at Larissa with hope in your eyes but as you saw her smile fade it was clear she would reject you.

It broke Larissa's heart to see the hope in your eyes and to know that she would have to reject you. She really wanted to say yes, but how could she be an example for the staff if she broke her own rules? No, she couldn't say yes.

She stood up and approached you standing right in front of you she put her hand on your shoulder. With an apologetic smile she answered.

"I'm flattered, really. But I'm afraid I have to say no. My apologies." You tried to smile really hard, but you could feel that your eyes began to water.

"No worries, I'll survive. Hope you like the flowers though." Before she could say anything else you fled the room. It was all too much, the rejection and the kind look in her eyes together with the hand on your shoulder. You just couldn't take it. The instance you stepped into your room, the tears were unstoppable.

And this was the only time you allowed yourself to cry. To really, fully cry. You knew it was stupid, she was your boss. Of course, she would say no, what did you expect?

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The next days hurt, but you were used to pretending. You had done it way too much growing up, so you just put up a happy facade whenever you left your room. You were kind and patient as always, joked with your co-workers and students as always and as always your students could count on you holding interesting and funny classes. No one suspected a thing. Except for Larissa.

Whenever she came near you, you would get nervous and forget your thoughts. You would avoid her and in the meetings and conferences, you still sat next to her, but you weren't glued to her lips anymore, and you tried to not touch her arms anymore. She did notice all of that.

Because what you didn't know was that she liked you. At least as much as you liked her. And it killed her every day. She wanted to overthrow her rule so badly, but she was also a stubborn woman. For multiple years she insisted on this stupid rule, she could just give in now for a stupid crush.

Is that what it was? A stupid crush? She quickly came to realise that it was much more than that.

She missed the glances and touches in conference, she missed the jokes you threw at her while walking past her. She missed you.

The straw that broke the camel's back was you turning up on her doorstep one night after a night out with some friends. Drunk.

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You had taken some friends out to distract yourself a bit, and you may have had one too much. In other words you were totally wasted.

So after having stumbled up the stairs without breaking a bone, you should have really gotten a price for that, you found yourself walking straight to Larissa's room. Assuming that she was already asleep you knocked rather loudly.

Thinking someone had died, or a student had broken uncountable rules Larissa, still awake, rushed to the door and threw it open. She had rushed to the door so fast, she didn't even put on a coat over her night gown.

Surprised at the spend in which the door had been opened you just stared at her for a second. You didn't have your thoughts straight yet. As straight as they could get anyway.

But the view wasn't too bad, so you didn't complain. Her night gown was just as elegant as the rest of her and her usual clothes. It was sage green and made out if the thinnest satin you had ever seen. You could definitely see more than you were supposed to. As Larissa also understood that she quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"(Y/n), how can I help you?" Your eyes flickered back up to her face, also a nice view.

"Well, firstly you're hot. You know that? Very hot, wouldn't mind you wearing that gown more often." You winked at her in a way that would have normally made you throw up out of disgust but, as mentioned, you were absolutely wasted. You really shouldn't do that again.

"But I actually wanted to tell you that, I really tried being happy and like getting over you, you know? But I don't think that works, ..., I always think about you, even right now. Funny, huh?" You were talking absolute nonsense. It was like all your normal eloquence had left you. Larissa carefully listened with a poker face to die for. Even though in her inside it looked way different. Her heart was beating faster than healthy, that was clear, and your compliments had made her blush just in the slightest.

"So to get to the point. I think I might never be happy again, without you, you know? Yeah, that was all, I think." With that you just turned around and left, leaving a very confused Larissa alone in the dark corridor.

Sleep was the last thing Larissa thought about that night. While you had fallen asleep the second your head hit the pillow, she lay awake the whole night. Contemplating a lot of decisions she had made in the past.

In the morning as her alarm set off, and she was still awake, she was determined to change some things, so she quickly got dressed and rushed out of her room.

It was a Sunday and at that time in the morning every student was fast asleep. So she didn't meet anyone and in less than a minute she stood in front of you room and knocked. Nothing. She knocked again. Again nothing. Maybe you were also still asleep?

But she saw light inside the room, the curtains had to be opened. You were awake.

She opened the door and stepped inside. You weren't there. Not in bed. Not at your desk. But as her eyes roamed the room they fell on a figure standing on the balcony. She closed the door and quietly walked to you.

Without saying a word she leaned on the railing of the balcony and looked into the sky. She wanted to wait if you would start to talk.

"I do remember what happened last night, just if you were wondering. And I won't take one thing I said back." You didn't look at her. You couldn't, afraid it would just hurt you more.

"I can't keep doing this." Now you had to look at her. And what you saw was different from what you had expected. She looked ... sad?

"What?"

"Dance around each other, pretend I am not madly in love with you. What you said yesterday it- I feel the same, even though I have never felt like this with anyone before. And it scared me, but I learned to accept it. I feel like I need you to function. I'm lost without you, like a part of me is missing." She looked at you too now.

"When I rejected you, that wasn't because I didn't like you. I already liked you at that point. But a few years ago I made a rule that no one was allowed to date their co-workers, because we had some problems with that. I didn't want to overthrow my own rule and set a bad example. But I can't live like this, it'll break me sooner or later." You didn't let her say anything else. You hastily grabbed the collar of her coat and pulled her down. The kiss was far from perfect, it was sloppy, fast and harsh. But neither of you cared.

As you pulled away Larissa put her forehead against yours and breathed heavily.

You just had to laugh, you were too happy. Larissa started laughing as well, and you threw your arms around her neck pulling her into a hug.

Everything was good now, aside from the massive hangover you still had maybe.

i have a request for Brienne of Tarth! it doesn’t have to be exactly like this or anything, you can change up stuff if you want.

reader is together with brienne. but she’s out all day fighting and stuff. we really miss her so we go to her room and put on one of her shirts, and rest in her room, ending up having a nap while waiting for her. and she comes back later in the day! how would she react and stuff? especially with us having her shirt on. i feel like she would find it cuteee seeing us wearing it🥰

reader wakes up after hearing her come into the room, maybe brienne talking about how her day went and also how much she missed us & how much we missed her aswell. maybe she notices we have her shirt on after she changes out of her armour and looks for a shirt to wear, notices one is gone. she gets changed and when we are cuddling n all that soft stuff, she’s like “is that my shirt?” and you get all like “whaaaat??? of course not-“ but we end up admiting that we missed her so we put it on🥰

Thief

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 614

Warning: none

A/n: I really loved writing this, it's so wholesome. I hope you like it aswell!!

You hated these days. The ones in which you nearly didn't see Brienne at all because she was out all day. Whether it was fighting, accompanying the King or having been sent in missions. You always missed her terribly.

And today was such a day. The only thing that made it worse was that she was actually fighting, and you knew it. Of course, she was incredibly skilled and the best knight of Westeros but still, you couldn't resist worrying.

It was already at dawn when you decided to leave your chamber to go lay in Brienne's bed. You hoped that her scent all around you would calm you. As you entered her room and saw one of her linen shirts neatly folded on a chair you got an idea. You pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head and replaced it with Brienne's linen one.

You crawled into her bed and hid completely under her sheets. And indeed the scent of her all around you, hugging and tucking you in did comfort and calm you. Even so much that you were able to fall into a light sleep.

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A few hours later you were woken by a soft but still strong voice complaining about all the stupid men that thought just because she's a woman they would easily defeat her. You peeked out from under the covers and watched Brienne take of her armour.

She turned around, confused as to why her talking was meet with silence.

"Oh, love I'm so sorry." She hastily approached you kneeled down in front of the bed. She gently stroked your cheek.

"I woke you, didn't I? That wasn't my intention." She smiled apologetic and gave you a quick kiss.

"It's okay, really. I'm just happy that you're back. Come into the bed?" With puppy eyes you blinked at her. She could say no to that, so she finished changing, a little startled that the linen shirt she knew she had folded on the chair wasn't there anymore. But she didn't think twice about it and just grabbed a different one.

Gently she lifted the sheets and crawled in bed behind you. Embracing you from behind and laying a hand on top your stomach to have you as close as possible.

"I missed you, I was really worried." You nuzzled in, leaning in her touch. Happy to have her back and safe with you.

"I know, I missed you to." She planted a gentle kiss on top your hair. While leaning in her touch the sheets uncovered your shoulder and Brienne had a direct view of her shirt.

"(Y/n)?" You were already half asleep again. So instead of an answer you just hummed.

"Is that my shirt?" Your eyes shoot open. A little embarrassed you hid your face in her arm and mildly nodded.

"No?" Brienne let out a slight laugh at that.

"I can see that it's mine, (Y/n)." While smirking, she gently played with your hair and breathed a kiss on it.

"I felt so alone without you and the shirt smells like you so in comforted me." You mumbled nearly inaudibly into her arm. Brienne blushed a little at that. She was still unaccustomed to this kind of love and adoration. But she couldn't deny that she liked it.

"It's okay, love. You can wear my clothes whenever you want. Even though I wouldn't recommend wearing them outside, unless you might want a dress." You had to laugh at her joke and the embarrassed died down. You lifted you head and turned it slightly as to look at her. She kissed you, and you happily fell asleep cuddled into her strong arms.