Heyo!! If Someones Asking For Larissa Requests, Im More Than Happy To Deliver Can I Request One Where

heyo!! if someone’s asking for larissa requests, im more than happy to deliver 😁 can i request one where reader works at weathervane and would constantly flirt with larissa? larissa, thinking it’s reader’s way of messing with her like most normies do, usually just tries to ignore it even though she does secretly find it amusing. then one day they meet when it’s reader’s they off and reader’s jogging and reader tells larissa that they actually do like her and would actually like to take her out. thank you.

Vanilla Latte

Pairing: Larissa Weems x normie!Reader

Word Count: 970

Warning: talking about previous bullying?

A/n: I really love the idea and writing this!! Hope I did it justice!

It hadn't been a very busy day when you had seen her for the first time. All day you had two customers, and slowly you were growing a little annoyed that you had to work. No one would have cared if you had just closed the café.

So as you heard the door open you were actually kind of happy, that you had something to do. And as your eyes fell onto the woman in front of you all was forgotten. That day was a success after all.

She was incredibly tall, elegant, had red lips and fitting red nails. Her eyes were a mesmerising side of icy blue and for a second you forgot how to talk. But it felt like someone distantly said something. And her lips had moved, you were sure of that.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"A vanilla latte with extra cream, please." She repeated her order and smiled politely. But the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Can I get a name for that order?" You looked at her, pen in hand.

"Larissa" A beautiful name, you liked it.

You did try forming a smile, but it probably came our all wobbly and nervous. Of course Larissa had seen you stare, she just thought it was because she's an outcast, and you're a Normie. She was used to it.

"Just a second. You can sit down if you want." She nodded and left to sit down in one of the nearer booth.

As you had finished her order and looked up to call out her name, you had an idea. The earlier smile didn't reach her eyes, but maybe you could give her a smile that would.

With extra love, for the most lovely woman.

You called our her name and as she approached, you turned the cup around, so the writing would face her. Grabbing the coffee, Larissa read what you had written and smiled. That smile did reach her eyes, even though it fell as fast as it came. Still not too bad for the first try.

From that day on, you had taken on the challenge of making her smile. She came in every few days, without routine. But always ordering the same drink. With time, you started preparing it, the second she opened the door.

And you never stopped writing things on the cup or saying something nice when handing her the drink.

"Looking extra beautiful today, Larissa."

For my favourite customer.

And you were successful, every time. She smiled at everything you did, even though she didn't react in any other way. She didn't talk a lot with you, didn't flirt back, rarely said a nearly inaudible, thank you. You thought it was a bit odd but didn't stop, the pretty smile was worth it.

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Of course you were delighted as you saw Larissa across the street on your day off. You had decided to take a quick jog through Jericho as the weather was exceptionally wonderful for a November Day.

You looked left and right before crossing the street and coming to a halt next to Larissa.

"Hey, Larissa. Nice to see you." She looked at you and stopped walking. A shy smile formed on her lips.

"Oh, hello. Isn't that a little cold?" She gestured to your rather thin choice of clothing.

"No, I was jogging. So it's more than enough." She nodded understanding. Neither of you really knew what to say next and Larissa just wanted to say goodbye and turn to leave as some courage shot through you. You grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"I- Would you maybe like to go out with me? Like a date." You looked up at her and saw a shocked face, your heart dropped. Of course not.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I saw that you never acted on my flirting and compliment. I should have known better." You wanted to leave, and it was her turn to stop you.

"Wait, I-. You really like me?" You were confused. Wasn't that clear?

"Of course, I do. I thought the weeks of flirting and the messages on the cups made that obvious." You laughed a little, was she so oblivious?

"Yeah, no, I got that. Of course, but I just thought that, because I'm an outcast you'd just mock me." Mocking? That was definitely the last thing you wanted. All your life people had mocked you, and you knew how much that hurt, you always just wanted to make people happy and feel better.

"You're a what?"

"An outcast. I'm the Principle of Nevermore Academy. Surely you have heard about it?" You had. But you thought it was rather amazing.

"Yes, but I thought it was a school for people with powers of some sort? Like Vampires and Shapeshifters? No?"

"Yes, that's right. But usually people call us outcasts, because we are different, and they don't like that. They're scared of us and mock us." That was horrible. You had never understood why people were always scared of everything they didn't know.

"Well, I don't. I think it's amazing. And I really like you and I want to go on a date with you. Even if you're a werewolf or something like that." Now Larissa laughed. You thought you had seen her eyes smile all these times in the Weathervane, but you had been wrong. This was completely different. Her eyes practically shone, and you felt like the sun had come out. Smiling you just stared at her, utterly in awe.

"What?" She raised an eyebrow at you.

"Nothing, you're just really pretty." Just when you thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she blushed and shyly chuckled.

"So would you go on a date with me?"

"There's nothing I'd rather do." And that's how it started.

Hey, can you write a fanfiction about medicine overdose or something Like this and Larisa (partner) will find us?

Promise me

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 628

Warning: overdose, suicide attempt, depression, mental health problems, angst

A/n: This was a lot of Angst! I don't have any real experience with this matter, so I hope I got it right. Pls if you ever feel like this, search help!!

You had never been really healthy, you supposed the depression had been there since you were little. Because to be honest you couldn't remember not feeling like this.

As you met Larissa and fell in love it had gotten better and therapy had also helped. But for quite some time now you felt empty again. Therapy was just an obligatory thing that you did to please the rest. You didn't feel it helped anymore.

Larissa could feel that you were getting worse again, you knew that. But that just made you feel even worse. She did so much for you, she wanted to help you so bad, but you just felt like a burden. She would have a much easier life without you. Honestly you were just doing her a favour.

Maybe if you died, she could fall in love. With someone less broken, less tiring. She could be happy and carefree.

Those thoughts, those believes were exactly what had brought you here. In front of the bathroom mirror, looking at your own reflection in front of you, not really recognising yourself, pills in hand.

You didn't know how many you needed to actually die. You had never done this before, funny right? There's a first time for everything, and a last.

You had just taken the whole package, reckoning that would be enough.

Now, standing here you actually overthought what you were about to do. Because, let's be real; no one actually wants to die, do they?

They just can't take the pain, the numbness anymore. And they don't want to burden their loved ones. So, you took the pills, with Larissa in mind. You did this for her. You had taken pills all your life, so it wasn't hard. They went down like nothing.

Just after the pills were down someone opened the door. That someone was Larissa. She shouldn't be home yet, this is wrong. She shouldn't see you die.

"(Y/n), I-" her eyes flickered down to the empty package of pills and up to you. Panic filled her eyes. She stumbled forward grabbing your hands, checking if the pills might still be in there. They weren't.

"(Y/n), what have you done? Please don't tell me you took them? Please, no (Y/n). Don't do this to me." In seconds her voice changed from panic to sheer hysteria. You had never heard anything like it in her voice. She grabbed your face and forced you took look at her. What you saw shocked you. It was absolute panic and tears. A lot of them.

This was not what you had wanted, you wanted to make her happy. To release her from the burden that was you. You loved her and in that moment you decided that you would bite through and fight for her.

You fell down on your knees, crawling towards the toilet. Sticking your finger down your throat you threw up. So long that it felt like there couldn't even be any organs left inside of you.

You flushed the toilet and completely exhausted you caved in, held by strong arms. Though she was still crying her heart out, she held you and wiped sweaty strands of hair out of your face.

"Please, (Y/n). Never do that again, I could've lost you." Her voice came out thin, nearly unrecognisable from her usual strong voice.

"What ever is going on, we can get through it together. I promise, I'll always be by your side. Just promise me, to never try that again." You looked up at her, tired and exhausted, but you managed to nod.

"I promise." She let out a sob and pulled you even closer. You had no idea for how long you sat there on the floor just being held by her.

hi!! You asked for requests so here I come 👀👀 How about a fluffy fic with Larissa x reader who is a short and shy professor?

Nervous Mess

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 831

Warning: none

A/n: Okay, so about this one. I do like it, that's not the problem but I am not quite sure if it's exactly what you wanted. It turned out rather flirty and less fluffy. Also I wasn't sure if Larissa and R should already be together or not. I decided for them not to be together pre fanfiction. If you want it different, that's no problem. Just send me a request and tell me so!! <3

You had always been very shy, an Introvert many would say. In addition to that you were very short and didn't take a lot for people to be taller than you. So next to Larissa, you literally looked like a garden gnome. Whenever she talked to you, you felt like your neck would snap, and she could so easily tower over you.

As imaginable being shy and short didn't mix very well with meeting someone who was very tall, smart and brisk and hot as hell. It just turned you into a nervous mess. Stumbling over your words even more than usual and making a fool out of yourself every time.

"(Y/n), could we talk for a second?" You nodded and turned to look at Larissa. Again she was towering over you, looking amazing and making you blush like an idiot.

"Could it be that you have a problem of sorts with me? It seems you don't talk very much around me, and you seem to always be quite nervous around me." Crap, your shyness had made the absolute wrong impression. You liked her, more than you probably should.

"I- No, I don't have a problem with you. I just… Yeah, you are the reason but..." she rolled her eyes, a little annoyed at your stammering.

"Oh, please. Get it over with. If you have a problem, that's okay. Maybe we can work it out." You shook your head at that and finally found your voice. Even if you could really look at her while speaking.

"No. I don't have a problem with you. I like you, a lot. Really, maybe even too much. It's just-... I've always been very shy, and obviously I'm quite short. But when you tower over me like, like you do right now and look so incredibly good while doing so. I just get flustered and nervous and I don't want to make a fool out of myself, but then I do just that." Larissa met out a deep laugh at that. Finally, you looked up to her, seeing relief but also mischief in her eyes.

"Do I make you nervous?" She was flirting, no doubt about that. And, it was working. She winked at you and ran a finger across your face, over your lips and just before turning around she breathed a quick kiss on your lips. Absolutely speechless you stood there for about another minute or two before you pulled yourself together and went on with your day.

From that on she took absolute advantage of the newly learned information. Your relationship was... Well, what was it? You weren't friends, but you also weren't a couple. She just flirted with you like crazy, kissed you all the time and was being the sweetest angel at the same time.

It wasn't uncommon for her to just come up from behind and hug you, laying her head on top of yours and gently placing a kiss on your hair.

On the other hand, it also happened often enough that she came up to you whenever you were close to a wall, gently pushed you against it and towered over you while steadying herself by leaning on the wall with one hand. With the other hand she took you face between her fingers to kiss you and let out a cheeky comment before leaving again. Of course making you putty in her hands and your knees wobbly.

The next time she did exactly that, you took all the courage you had in yourself (which wasn't a lot to be honest) and just asked her.

"Larissa, what are we?" She actually looked a little started at that, not having expected that you would ask something like that while she was trying to fluster you. Haha, ambushed out of the dark, you thought. Win for you.

She took a step back at that, her face kinder and all the flirtatious demeanour washed away for the moment.

"We can be whatever you want, darling." She was being sweet right now, why could she still make you knees pudding? With just one word.

"Well, I'd like us to be more. More than this. As much as I enjoy it, I want to go out on dates with you and I want to make you feel good and happy and pretty. I think I want to be your girlfriend?" Bold. You would have never thought that you would be the one to ask her something like that.

"If you'd like that, I can happily tell you that that's exactly what I would want too." Relief washed over your face. And just a second later you started grinning like an idiot.

But something must have been in your tea this morning to make you bolder. Because before you could rethink it you pulled her down into a kiss. And you saw her blushing. An actual blush grazed her cheeks. You really needed to do this more often. It just looked too pretty.

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.

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.

Can I request a Brienne x reader where the reader is badly hurt and Brienne helps her?

My Protector

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1055

Warning: blood, mentions of throwing up

A/n: Hope you like it!<3

You groaned in pain. This was most definitely not how you had wanted your day to go. Looking down at your arm all you could see was blood. And it didn't seem to stop coming. Your shirt was soaked and the grass beneath you discoloured more and more, while you felt your mind slip away.

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Brienne, Podrick and you had been happily walking through the woods, searching for a place to camp and sleep tonight, when you had been attacked.

Brienne was quick with her sword and immediately reacted, Podrick not so fast hut still skilled had protected you until your horse had decided it didn't quite like what was happening. Your hand was still caught in the reins as it started running away. So, if you wanted or not, you had to follow.

A few metres away from the chaos, you were able to calm the poor thing and tied it to the tree. You just wanted to turn around and look for Brienne and Podrick as you felt a painful sting in your arm. Looking down at it, you saw a hand pulling out a dagger. Your eyes slowly wandered up, meeting wild eyes of a man, probably ready to stab again.

This is how I'll die, you thought. But to your surprise you didn't die. The man's eyes widened, and he fell down, showing Podrick behind him, sword in hand.

He saw your arm and just wanted to say something, but he recognised the look you gave him and fast turned around to keep fighting.

You leaned on the tree and slowly felt yourself slide down. An alarmed face from Podrick, made you look at your arm again. Blood, that was all you saw.

"Brienne!" Podrick called out. The wound probably wasn't even too bad, but you couldn't see blood. So you felt your stomach turn and closed your eyes, concentrating very hard not to thrown up.

"(Y/n)." Brienne's strong voice right next to you made your eyes slowly open. She looked absolutely panicked.

"It's okay, Brienne. I'm awake, I'm just trying very hard not to throw up." Brienne's shoulders sagged down a little in relief. She gently opened your blouse and pulled it off your shoulder, so far down that she exposed the wound.

"You're loosing a lot of blood, but I don't think the wound is very deep. You're lucky." You chuckled, this didn't feel lucky. But you understood, what she meant.

Looking over Brienne's shoulder you saw Podrick leaned against a tree, gasping for air. The men were probably all killed.

Brienne grabbed some water and tore some linen of off one of her shirts, that she had just grabbed from the bag.

"This'll probably hurt a little, but I need to wash and bandage the wound." She looked in your eyes and you nodded slowly. As she poured the water over the wound and carefully put the linen around your arm you hissed. It did hurt. But you couldn't change it. You just clenched your teeth and leaned your head against Brienne's shoulder, closing your eyes, waiting for it to end. As it did, you felt Brienne pull you into a fast hug.

She wasn't one for physical touch but in that moment she felt a wave of guilt wash over her, and she just needed to feel you close, as to convince herself that you were indeed still alive and here with her. She would never admit it, but she felt responsible for you and Pod, and you meant something to her. You were probably the closest thing she had to a family.

"Can you stand up?" You nodded and leaned on her to support yourself. With ease, she picked you up and sat you on top the horse.

"You'll take the horse. I'll guide it, we won't camp here. Come on, Podrick." Brienne untied the reins, and together you left the corpses.

You walked for another hour, or maybe it were two. You weren't exactly sure as you nodded off in-between. But in the end you had found a nice little clearing between some opaque trees and set up the camp.

It was a warm night, so as your arm hurt and sleep didn't come you decided to leave the tent and enjoy the warm, silent night. As you stepped out, you saw you weren't alone. Brienne also sat outside, nothing more than a shirt and linen pants on.

She looked at you with tired eyes.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" You joked while sitting down next to her. She stayed quiet, not daring to look at you.

Concerned you looked at her, gently laying your hand on her thigh. She wasn't the most talkative person, but she was never this quiet.

"Brienne, what's wrong?" Her answer was so quiet, you wouldn't have heard I'd, you didn't sit right beside her. Her voice was unrecognisable like this.

"I'm sorry."

"What do you mean? There is nothing to be sorry about." She angrily stood up and turned her back to you.

"Yes, there is. I should have protected you better." Only then did you realise she blamed herself for what had happened today. But that was ridiculous.

Slowly you stood up and approached her from behind, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"Brienne, please turn around." To your surprise she did. Immediately, albeit slowly.

"What happened is not your fault. You protected me, you couldn't have done anything more." Her eyes were glossy, and a stray tear found its way down her cheek.

"Then I didn't protect you enough. You were hurt, because I wasn't fast enough, not good enough." With your healthy arm, you dried her tear and forced her to look at you. With a slightly angry expression you answered.

"This is ridiculous, Brienne. If it wasn't for you, I would probably be dead. It's just a slight wound. It'll heal, and the scare will forever remind me of the best time in my life. The first time in my life, in which I'm actually free and happy. So I forbid you to say such stupid things." You smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. After Brienne had calmed down, you two sat down watching the stars for a bit until you eventually dozed of. And that's how Podrick found you in the morning.