Game of Thrones - One Shots

Bronn x Reader (1)

"It's not fair!" Sansa whines while you attempt to fix her hair and straighten her dress.

"Hush now.. I'm almost finished" you reply in an attempt to politely get her to sit still.

"I don't care how I look. I don't want to marry Tyrion"

"Oh come on, it isn't that bad. Tyrion is nice and certainly no Joffery" you remind her which finally gets her to zip her lips and sit quiet. When you are finished, you smile as you admire your work. She looked more stunning than usual making you tear up at your friend.

"(Y/N)! Are you crying?" she asks, smirking at you.

"No.." you sniff, pushing her towards the mirror. "Tyrion is one lucky man". Her expression straightens once again. "Oh come on, lighten up! It's your wedding night and you look gorgeous" you squeeze her shoulders, attempting to make her feel better.

"Thank you, (Y/N)" she says softly, locking her arm in yours. You escort her to the door, opening it up to reveal Tyrion on the other side, Bronn standing beside him as usual. His eyes immediately fall to you, scanning you up and down. You try to ignore his intense stare, focusing your attention on Tyrion instead.

"You know you're not supposed to see the bride before the ceremony right?" you say, shaking your head in disapproval.

"My apologies, my lady. But is it alright if I talk to my betrothed alone for a minute?" Tyrion asks, his full attention still on Sansa. It is no secret how much he cares for her, his eyes giving his true feelings away. You look to Sansa, and she nods her head in approval.

"Very well" you say, removing your arm from Sansa and watching as they enter the room for privacy. It isn't until the door is shut in your face that you turn and realise that Bronn is still eyeing you.

"Can I help you?" you ask, uncomfortable with the way he always gawks at you whenever you are in a room with him. He raises an eyebrow as if to pretend he is actually thinking about your question.

"Mmmm, Nope" he replies, leaning against the wall, towering over top of you.

"Then why are you staring at me?"

"Well I can't help it. You're a beautiful girl and I'm a man, it's only natural" he explains with his strong accent you can't help but find attractive - yet, you don't give into his charm that easily.

"How many girls do you tell that too?" you say, looking up at him to return his intense stare. His expression changes, but he doesn't reply. Instead, he scans your face with such intensity you can't help but look at the floor. "I'm not a whore, you know" you speak up, trying your best to not let his presence intimidate you.

"I know that"

"Do you?"

"Do you think I'd waste this much time chasing a whore?" he asks, tilting your chin up so that your eyes meet his. You quickly move away even though you don't want to, scared that someone might see and get the wrong idea.

"Careful, this is king's landing, remember? We don't want someone starting a rumour". He steps towards you again, his body locking you against the wall.

"Let them say what they want, I don't care" he whispers, his warm breath attacking the delicate skin on your neck. Every single strand of hair on your body raises. His rough hand falls on your cheek, sliding down so that his pointer finger tickles your bottom lip.

Suddenly, the door flings open causing you and Bronn to jump. He steps back, Tyrion and Sansa exiting the room. They look at you both with confusion, Bronn managing to act like his casual self while your whole body screams embarrassment. Tyrion looks from you, to Bronn, raising an eyebrow at him. Bronn only smiles in his direction causing Tyrion to roll his eyes. He knew everything making you blush even more.

<The End>