GoT One-Shots!

Faceless Savior (Jaqen H'ghar x fem!reader)

You kicked and punched as best you could in the small alley of the large city. There was no way you were going to let those men hurt you easily. You were determined to fight tooth and nail to get away from them. As an unmarried, lower born woman, scum men like the group you were currently fighting tended to think you an easy target. They were usually proven wrong rather quickly, but this group was the largest you ever faced and you were quickly being beaten down. Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows.

"Men should not treat a woman so disgracefully," the voice said. The men stopped attacking for a brief moment and then, one-by-one they began falling until there was one left and he had you pinned by the throat. It was then that the owner of the smooth voice stepped out of the shadows. That soothing voice belonged to a man with red and white hair. The one remaining attacker released his grip on your throat and advanced on the man. Within seconds, he was lying dead on the ground. You gaped at your savior.

For a moment, you merely stared at him. Then, in a meek voice you asked, "Are they?" The man nodded once, his piercing gaze never leaving your face. It made you blush. "A woman is injured," he said, motioning to your arm. You glanced down and saw the blood. You hadn't even noticed you'd been cut. You could, however, feel the bruises forming on your arms, legs and throat. Without waiting for a reply, the man took you by the uninjured arm and lead you away from the alley to a nearby inn.

No one paid attention to you as you entered the inn with the strange man, nor did they turn their heads when the same man pulled you behind him up the stairs and into his room. He did all this without a word. Once inside, he motioned for you to take a seat before leaving you alone to grab something. When he came back, he held a needle. You swallowed thickly. You hated needles. "A man must tear a woman's sleeve," he said. He watched your face as you silently agreed, the blush still painted on your cheeks.

After another minute of tense silence on your part, you finally asked him his name. "This one has the honor of being Jaqen H'ghar. And a woman?" You told him your name, studying his face as he stitched your wound. He looked up at you suddenly, his face mere inches from yours. Your blush deepened as you turned your head away, embarrassed. Jaqen chuckled and turned his attention back to your arm.

When he finished, you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding and looked back at Jaqen. "Thank you, Jaqen. I do not think I would have been able to take them all without you," you mumbled. "A man does not believe this. A woman seems capable of protecting herself," he said simply, as if he were answering a question. Nevertheless, you felt your face heat up once again. Jaqen chuckled again and lifted your chin up to look in your eyes. "A woman should not hide her face. A blush is most becoming." You let out a weak laugh before standing and taking a step away from the odd man. You thanked him again and quickly left the room, leaving Jaqen smirking after you.