Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Want - Bronn x Reader

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"What is it with you two..........?" Tyrion and Bronn looking over to the woman that had suddenly appeared in the doorway to the lord's chambers, with her arms crossed.

"Is there something I should know......? Are there going to be stories about you just like Loras Tyrell........." (Y/n) laughing, as Bronn nearly chocked on his latest cup of wine.

"I can assure you (Y/n)..............."

"Oh please.........." She interrupted the little lord, as she made her way further into the room, moving to the table and taking the goblet from Bronn's hand. Gulping down the rest of the contents, before placing the empty glass back into the disgruntled sellsword's palm.

"You two spend so much time together, you would think that you were attached at the hip. All those little trips into the city with one another, supposedly going to the Street of Silk, or having whores come here.......I think they are just cover for what you are really up to. One day I am sure that I am going to walk in here and find you both naked, slathered in oil; with Bronn wearing a saddle and bridle while you ride him around the room........" (Y/n) continued fighting back another laugh, as she looked at the sellsword. It appearing as though he was about to burst with his denials; explode with protestations that the only things that were allowed to ride him, had pretty little cunts. She and Tyrion no longer able to keep a straight face; laughter filling the room as an annoyed Bronn huffed and slumped back into his chair.

"Well, I'm done here.........." She finally managed to continue, before making her way back to the door.

"What.......? You just came here to say all that..........Nothing else.........?" Tyrion asked, the two men watching as she opened the door.

"That and see Bronn fit to burst, as he tries to come up with a witty comeback. Knowing I have annoyed him, makes my day. Oh, and I will see you this evening at the feast, Tyrion........." The youngest lion's oldest friend waving at him, before leaving the two men to their wine.

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"Ya jealous........" A voice called out. (Y/n) turning to see Bronn leaning up against one of the stone pillars.

It had been days since the old lion's ward had made her way into Tyrion's rooms, unannounced; accusing both men of doing what rumours would suggest that Renly Baratheon and the Knight of the Flowers got up to. It not that the sellsword wasn't used to having to deal with people with sharp tongues; to give back as good as he got. To be able to cut others down to size with just a few words, as easily as he would with his sword. It just that he wasn't used to it from a woman....... especially a noble woman. Not that (Y/n) was like any other noble woman. The sword that hung from her hip, telling everyone that. That and the cocky attitude she had, that could rival even his own.

"Jealous, me........? Of what..............?"

"Ya jealous that I spend time with tha dwarf and not you.......just admit that ya want me, and I'll happily give ya tha fuck that ya need........." (Y/n) snorting in amusement at the remark.

"Oh please. Tyrion pays you to be his bodyguard, and you both like fucking whores and drinking your own body weight in wine. That, and no one else in the keep likes you; so, it is obvious that you are going to always be with him. I am not jealous in the slightest that the first thing Tyrion sees every morning, is your shit eating grin. That all he hears some days, are your snarky and snide comments while you both deprived Robert's cellar of another dozen or so of his best bottles of wine. And Bronn, if you can't take my occasional teasing about you two spooning in Tyrion's bed; perhaps you aren't as big and bad as you pretend to be. Also, as far as me wanting you, and you giving me the fuck that I need; believe me when I say that I would rather stay a maid for the rest of my day.....I would rather become a Silent Sister than have a man that will fuck not only whores, but any other woman that is willing to lift her skirts for him, touch me. I have higher standards than that. So, if you will excuse me, I have better things to do than listen to your foolishness........" (Y/n) turning to walk away, only to find her wrist caught; her free hand reaching for the hilt of her sword.

"Don't........you are good, Bronn. I admit that you are one of the best I have ever seen with the sword. That you are skilled on the battlefield in ways that others could only ever dream of being. But don't think for one moment that because I am a woman, because I am called a lady and not built like the Clegane's, that my abilities do not match yours. That I do not have the same passion for killing as you do; because if you do, you will find that you are very much mistaken. And that in me, you have more than met your match......." The lady glaring at him for a moment; a silence falling between the two as eyes subconsciously looked to lips and back again. (Y/n) finally pulling her arm away from his grasp, before continuing on her way further into the gloom of the ancient keep without another word. A smile creeping onto the face of the sellsword, as he watched her go; his arms crossing over his chest, as he once again leant on the pillar at his side.

"Oh, she wants me........definitely wants me. And if she plays her cards right, she can have me an ole........." He told himself. A slight chuckle leaving his lips, before he pushed himself up straight and made his way to see what wine the little lord had been able to get for them, today.