Can I Request A Brienne X Reader Where The Reader Is Badly Hurt And Brienne Helps Her?

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.

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.

Omg, are you kidding me? Thank you all so, so much!!! <3 Ily

Can I please request a Larissa Weems x Daughter

Who is a bit of an airhead like me! If Larissa said paint the town red as a metaphor reader will go try paint the town red literally to try and make her mother happy.

Airhead

Pairing: Larissa Weems x daughter!reader

Word Count: 947

Warning: none I think

A/n: I really liked this idea and I've taken your example with the "paint the town red". Hope you like it!!! <3

All you wanted was to make your mother happy. At all times. Ever since you were eight years old and your mum had left the two of you. Larissa, of course, was a strong woman. She bit her way through the pain to be there for you, but you saw her weak moments. The moments no one else saw in which she thought it wouldn't work, she was being a terrible mother, or she would be alone forever.

So the little eight-year old (Y/n) made it her mission to make her mother happy, no matter the cost. The only problem was just that you could be quite mindless at times, some would say you're an airhead. You weren't stupid, not at all. Your grades were amazing, you could explain hard science with an ease, but you were rather life-stupid. If that's what you could call it. You took everything too literal and sometimes questioned your mother about basic things. How do you use a coffee machine again?

So often your mother told you things, metaphorically, and you took it absolutely literally.

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Just last week your mother had told you about something she was very passionate about and jade used the idiom "It's the best thing since sliced bread." You were bad with idioms and metaphors in general, you had no chance with British ones.

"Mum, I'm not sure sliced bread is that great. So doesn't seem like you're as passionate about it as you claim." Larissa loved you, but sometimes she could kill you.

"(Y/n), I didn't mean that literally. It's an idiom in England." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, sorry mum." She chuckled, slightly amused at your mindlessness.

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And that's how you had gotten yourself in this rather stupid situation.

You're mum had talked to you, she said you would spend too much time at home. Truth be told you didn't like going out and rather spend time with her. But she wanted you to leave and said, I quote: "Go paint the town red or something.". And with that she had shoved you out the door.

You did think it was a little strange that she wanted you to paint the town red, but if it made her happy, you'd do it.

Right in the middle of painting the town red (Yeah, you were that stupid) a very nice lady came up to you and introduced herself as Aviva.

"Could I ask, how old exactly are you and why on earth are you painting the wall." She chuckled a bit, you liked her. She didn't scold you for it, she was just being nice. But the age question did hurt. You were 16, you just looked like a 12-year-old. So you told her, and you also told her what your mum had said.

"Darling, I don't think she meant that literally."

"Oh crap, I already thought something like that." Aviva laughed and thought for a second.

"Do you want me to call your mum? You have paint all over you, I think you'd better don't touch a phone." Embarrassed you looked down your body and at your hands. Apparently you also couldn't paint.

"That would be really nice." You told her where your phone was, and she called Larissa.

While waiting for your mum, Aviva helped you clean up the wall. Thankfully you hadn't come very far, most of the paint had found its way onto you. Aviva had also given you her number, if you'd ever need someone to call in town.

As your mum arrived, you knew she was angry just by the way she got out of the car. She did spare you the humiliation of yelling at you in front of Aviva, but as you sat in the car, doors closed and Aviva out of sight she wasn't to stop.

"What have I done wrong? Why can't you just be a normal child, doing normal teenage-stuff. Other mothers pick up their child in the middle of the night, wasted. I have to pick you up because you painted a wall red, how old are you? Eight?" That hit hard, you were eight when you decided to make her happy. She wasn't happy, at all. And it was your fault.

"I'm sorry, mum." Your voice came out thin through the silent tears. At that she finally looked at you, shocked that you were crying.

"Honey, come here. I'm sorry for what I said, I was too harsh." You shook your head.

"It's not that, you're right. I do act like a child, but I just wanted to make you happy. When mum left," hurt flashed through her eyes. You didn't talk about this often, "I decided that I wanted to make you happy, always. And in my eight-year-old brain that meant doing whatever you said, if it made you happy. And I know I take things to literal, but I just always want to make you laugh. After mum-, after she left I didn't see you laugh a lot." Larissa was stunned, she never knew there was so much thought behind your mindlessness. She was also very moved.

"Oh Darling, thank you. I'm very moved that you'd do that for me, but it's not your job to make me happy. You should focus on your own happiness." You smiled at her.

"But I'm happy, if you're happy. And please don't force me to go out again, I'd much rather spend my time with you. You're my best friend." Larissa had to blink away a few tears.

"I have done nothing wrong with you, you turned out quite alright." You chuckled into her chest, having been pulled into a tight hug.

larissa x teacher!readerrrr

larissa teasing you about your height. likee she’s talking, and you have to look up at her to look her in the eyes, and she gets turned on by you looking up at her like that. she’s like “stop doing that” “don’t look at me” while blushing. and you’re like ??????? huh. because you literally have no idea what you’re doing wrong. but then she confesses and- yeah. 🥰

Good girl

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 718

Warning: NSWF, 18+, fingering, praise kink?

A/n: So this took a little bit of a smutty turn in the end, bust I just felt it quite fitting. Hope you agree!

It wasn't a surprise that you were way shorter than Larissa. Everyone was shorter than her. But some people were lucky enough to just be a little shorter, you on the other hand were a lot shorter. Which led to you nearly snapping your neck every time she stood in front of you. But the view was just too nice to not look.

Usually Larissa teased you about your height. Made joking comments about it or used you as an armrest. You loved it, because you always had her close, and she was touching you in some way.

The last few weeks though, she did it less. She Still joked about it, but she seemed to be nervous all the time. You were a little worried that you had done something wrong.

So when she approached you, while you were leaning on a wall you were quite happy, that she didn't avoid you completely. She stopped right in front of you, opened her mouth and closed it again. You raised an eyebrow at that, looking up at her ready to get out a cocky comment.

"Stop doing that." You were utterly confused. What had you done wrong? Still looking at her your mind rattled through every encounter you had with the Principle, desperate to find the problem.

"Don't look at me!" Your eyes hushed over her face, seeing a blush creep up her neck and graze her cheeks. She was flustered. But why?

"What's wrong? I haven't done anything?" It took all in Larissa to look you in the eyes. She was quite embarrassed of what she was about to confess.

"No, you haven't but I- oh, this is really embarrassing. I get really turned on if you look up at me like this. And we are in a corridor where students walk as soon as classes are over, I can't get horny here." That was not what you expected. At all. You had no idea of the effect you had on Larissa. But, that was something you could easily use to tease her in the future.

"Well, is that so. Are you turned on by me?" You grinned seductively. Larissa blushed even more at that, if that was even possible. She shyly nodded, and you grabbed her wrist dragging her into an empty classroom, locking the door behind you.

"Well, no one will see us here. No you can be horny." You pushed her to sit on top of the teacher's desk. Hastily you pushed her dress up, getting a little exited yourself as you saw her already soaked underwear. She desperately spread her legs for you, and you took a step forward.

Your hand fast found its way into the panties. Trying to mute the moan that slipped out of her as your fingers connected with her clit, you crashed your lips on hers.

Larissa supported herself with a hand on the desk behind her. Her other hand landed around your neck, pulling you as close as possible to her.

Your fingers rubbed her clit fast and as you felt her closer to the edge, you inserted two fingers into her wet cunt and rubbed her clit with the palm of your hand. Your other hand held her face between your fingers directed right to look at you. You wanted to see her face when she came for you.

"Are you close, love?"

"Oh god, yes. Please I need-" you slowed the movements down a little. Looking at her expectantly.

"What do you need? Use your words."

"Ah, I need you. Please, move faster." So you did, you quickened the pace and inserted a third finger.

"(Y/n), please can I come? I can't take it." Larissa was a moaning mess under your touch, you liked it.

"Oh, what a good girl. Yes, you may come."

Good girl. That was it, no one ever called her a good girl. All her previous partner expected her to be the dominant one, because she was taller. But all she wanted was to be dominated and being called a good girl was the tip of the iceberg.

Groaning and calling your name she came all over your finger. You pulled her close and let her ride out the orgasm.

"We should do this more often."

"Yeah, I suppose we should."

As we all should tbh

i love that im am surrounded by a community that are on their knees for gwendoline christie