Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Nameday - Part 15 - Bronn x Reader

A scream.......a blood curdling scream. The sound causing Bronn to turn and quickly run back to the camp; his heart violently pounding against his ribcage as he jumped over log and fallen branch. He knew that he shouldn't have let the little man volunteer him to going hunting, as the bannermen erected the tents. He knew that he should have stayed near (Y/n) and the children; it was up to him to protect them, to watch over the lioness and their cubs after all, not the inept Lannister soldiers. Yet here he was, wanting to escape the trees and find out who had screamed, and why. The sellsword feeling his gut twist, as the sounds of clashing swords and shouts, filled his ears. Bronn finally stumbling onto a scene that he had feared the most.

They had all known that during the journey from Lannisport, that they could meet bands of ruffians, and bandits that would be overjoyed to know that they had come across not only one Lannister, but two; and then there was the children. The brigands not only hoping that there might be gold; but maybe could entertain the notion of taking (Y/n) or the children and hoping that old Tywin would agree to pay a ransom for their return. The thought of his lioness, his children being hurt or worse, pushing Bronn into the fray alongside the bannermen. He catching sight of the lady standing protectively in front of her maid, her brother and both the children, as man after man came towards her. The sellsword never happier about the fact that between their time in bed together, he had actually been able to teach her to wield a sword, which she was doing quite effectively at that moment. She appearing every inch like the lioness that she was. Bronn thrusting his sword through the chest of one man, before hastily turning to intercept the downward strike of another man's sword. Bronn quickly kneeing him in the family jewels; before slicing at the man's throat. The sellsword ignoring the blood, ignoring the fallen bannerman that surrounded him, as he heard yet another scream. His eyes widening as (Y/n)'s sword was forced from her hand; a large man punching her with such force that she dropped to the floor. He then kicking her while she was down, before another man called out.

"The children......get one of the children you oaf.........." The big man snorting, before making his way over to where the maid and Tyrion were still holding the twins. The little lord reaching for the sword that had been forced from his sister's grasp, holding it up in hopes of defending his niece and nephew; yet with just one swipe of the big man's hand, he was thrown clear of the three lives behind him. Bronn cutting through more men, as he tried to get to his children. His blood boiling as the large man tore one of the twins from the arms of the Elna; the sobbing maid able to do nothing but tremble and try her best to keep hold of the other child in her arms. The large man carrying the screaming child over to the older man that had called him and oaf, who grabbed the little one.

"Now.......kill him........." The older man ordered before racing off. Bronn coming face to........chest with the man that appeared as though he could be a lost Clegane.

"Big fucker, aren't ya. But I ain't got time ta play with ya; ya see that was my woman ya hit, and my child that ya grabbed.........." Bronn's sword shoved into the bandit's belly, before the huge creature ha time to react. Insides becoming outside, as the large man feel to his knees. Bronn withdrawing his blade, only to use it to separate the big man from his head.

"Bronn..........." The sellsword looking over as he heard a shaken Tyrion call out his name.

"He took Markas.......He took your son.........." The sellsword jumping onto the nearest horse and forcing it into a gallop, as he sped after the outlaw that had raced off with his son. The sellsword pushing the mare, willing her to go even faster as he caught sight of the fleeing man. Bronn not able to see his son; finding himself praying to any god that may be listening to watch over his child, as he and his mount continued across the grassland in pursuit; shaking the thoughts of (Y/n) from his head. He sure that she was as safe as she could be, now. That he would focus on her once this was over; but for now, he needed to get to their child. His horse finally able to come to the side of that of the outlaw. The two men looking at one another...........

"Bronn.................?" The bandit questioned, before pulling his mount to a halt.

"Jorgan.............." The sellsword replied, as his horse circled the other man.

"What tha fuck happened ta you..........?" Bronn questioned doing his best to remain calm, as his eyes fell on the basket at the other side of Jorgan's saddle. A small being squirming and beginning to cry again.

"Shut tha fuck up, ya snivelling little bastard........." The sellsword slowly moving his hand to the knife at his back.

"Well, we can't all be as lucky as you, can we. Got myself caught up in a fight, lost my eye, so I joined those bandits. Though a fat lot a fuckin good they turned out ta be. We been following ya little party since Lannisport; knew tha old lions' daughter and her bastard sprogs were in the carriage, so I thought why not get at least one, and hope that Tywin would be willin ta pay up. Look, I didn't mean what I said back there to Hugar about killin ya. Why don't we team up like tha old days; fuck tha Lannisters. We play our cards right, we could make some real gold out of this. We could go back and get the whore and the other..........." Jorgan's eyes widening as blood began to pool in his mouth. The dagger in his throat pulled and taking his throat with it. Bronn getting down from his horse, as the older man fell to the ground. The sellsword reaching into the basket and pulling out his boy.