How would Gwen’s character’s handle a clingy reader?
Includes: Larissa weems, Brienne of tarth, Lucifer morningstar
Another low effort post! Bullet point headcannons!
Warnings: Unhealthy dynamics, thanks to Lucifer being you know, the devil, but asides from that none that i can think of!
Larissa is a workaholic through and through, so don’t be surprised when your lover seems a tad.. distracted..
Don’t get her wrong, she’s more than happy to indulge you in your fancies and let you cling to her in the (mostly) private sanctuary of her office, if that is what you need in order to feel close to her, but she will be tapping away on that keyboard of hers.
The back-flood of emails wait for no one, not even you.
Hazards of the job, and all.
Now, Larissa is a lonely woman. Though She’d never admit it. No, that’s something you’d have to pry from her cold dead lips.
Overran with work, too intimidating for Nevermore Staff, too much of an outcast for the ‘Normies’ of Jericho.
Anyone would be forgiven if the word “Isolated” Had came to mind.
That was, until the day you had tumbled into her life.
You were all too quick to make yourself at home, to burrow your way into the principal’s life.
Larissa was glad of the company
With you by her side the days had seemed a little less cold, a little less long.
With you, she had felt a little more seen. A little more noticed.
You were a soothing balm to the soul.
The day may bring it’s share of troubles. But there was nothing more reliving to Larissa than the promise of crawling into soft, warm, sheets with you by her side, at it’s eventual end.
And as far as you were concerned there was no better way to spend the evening.
Snuggled up together in a tangle of limbs?
The crackle of a lit fireplace, a bottle of vintage, (or perhaps a cup of hot chocolate) to celebrate the close of the day? A warm hand absentmindedly trailing patterns across your hip, Oh what bliss.
This poor woman has never known the bliss of a warm embrace.
A million and one thoughts rush through her mind, every thought spiralling into something worse than the last.
Alarm, disbelief, embarrassment, discomfort, what to do with her hands. Should she be doing something with her hands?
And yet, if given the chance, if given enough time to adjust, the knight would seem to warm to your onslaught of affections.
Once convicted this was not just yet another cruel and elaborate scheme to make her the butt of everyone’s joke, of-course.
Then and only then would Brienne not only tolerate but allow (Dare the thought) herself to enjoy the constant presence and warmth you provide.
Slow and persistent is the best approach, Rome wasn’t built in a day.
Naturally you can’t always cling to her, much to your personal dismay. The knight had her duties after all.
If you did, she would likely grow a tad frustrated, prone to lightly snapping.
Not that she doesn’t want you near- She would just prefer it if you weren’t in direct range of the target during sword practice.
She needs spinning room, damn it.
Stiff and awkward around PDA, but at least she doesn’t shove you away.
How could she? When you had showered her with such sincerity, such warmth? You wielded a radiance able to sweeten even the most bitter days. It was hard to resist.
Yes, You were a rarity, a kindness that had existed in an otherwise unforgiving and self serving world.
Truth be told, wherever you roamed, Brienne was bound to follow. She was duty bound. For you had captured her heart.
For if she had lost you, she knew she were damned. For failing whatever gods above. For failing to protect their sweetest of angels.
A little pet, eager to tail it’s master
Thankfully for you, the Morningstar does not seem to mind your tendency to cling.
It was better this way, the devil is a possessive beast. And much too untrusting of hell and its inhabitants.
Yes.. Much better. Here by their side you were accessible.
Lucifer themselves, had proved, an ever looming presence. If not in physical proximity then in the very weight their existence had carried.
By your side or not, their presence would be felt in every crack and crevice of the realm. A black ooze seeping into even the smallest of cracks.
They were the devil. the most notorious and ancient of beings. They had helped shape “existence” itself. They were not easily dismissed.
The ruler of hell is, however, prone to brood. Lucifer, a prisoner to their realm, their responsibilities, their boredom, had been nothing but a slave to rumination. Their spite and apathy pushing them to do little else.
It was best to simply let them be.
If you were to hover, it would be in your best interest to hover in silence.
Clingy they can tolerate, chatty? Not so much.
Clinging to Lucifer as often as you did, it was only natural you would find yourself pulled to lounge upon your lovers knee from time to time.
And what a pretty little thing you were.. resting so nicely upon their lap, the perfect display.
By their side you had looked so delicate. And they had the most delightful way of making you feel just that. Delicate
Their hand could easily snake your waist, their wings, could easily swallow you whole, their stature had eclipsed your own, without even trying.
Oh and the things they would whisper. Such sweet, filthy things.
Sometimes more sweet than filthy, sometimes more filthy than sweet, but one fact had rang true with every syllable.
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