This is just something I've been waiting to do since I've gotten hooked onto Game Of Thrones. These imagines / one shot with have any character.
REQUEST ARE CLOSED
I also do consider doing some smut (but that depends on the character)
Please, enjoy.
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You served as a handmaiden in the Red Keep, waiting on anyone who needed it. But in your spared time you spent your it practicing your fighting. Your father had started teaching you but he was killed in a riot. Before he died he hired Syrio Forel to teach you "the water dance". Then you left Braavos to be a sell sword but no wanted to hire a woman. You were so close to becoming a whore when Tyrion Lannister offered you a job. Thank the gods. He took a liking to you. Your sharp tongue and quick wits impressed him.
You were currently waiting on the City's Watch. Pouring them beer, ale or wine. Many were drunk, laughing or groping any whore that came close. You had to lean over a table to pour another drink when you felt someone's hand glide over your ass. You reared back up to see one of the guard smiling at you with a toothy grin.
"You wanna try that again?" You glared.
"Of course, darlin' who wouldn't?" He smirked trying to grab your ass again but you slapped his hand away then his face. He gave you an angered look and lightly nod. The men on his table stood up and grabbed the handle of their swords. "Come on, no reason we can't get to know each other".
"There are plenty of whores walking around" you acknowledge "Get to know them".
"But none are as lovely as you" another man spoke "I bet you've never been fucked, you want that to change?".
"Try it and see what happens" you growled, your free hand slowly sliding behind your back to grab the handle of your dagger you hid under your dress. You started to pull it out when you felt a hand fall on your shoulder.
"Everything alright over here, lads?" You heard a northern voice speak. You looked over your shoulder but your eyes immediately stared into his blue ones.
"Mind your own business, sell sword" one of the men grunted.
"Well it is my business. This lovely lady's been hired by Lord Tyrion as a handmaiden not a whore" Bronn explained "and I'm out of a drink. Fill me up will you darling?". You felt Bronn lightly pull back on your shoulder and for some reason you felt safe around him. Safer then you did with the soldiers. So you followed him back to his seat. He sat down and held up his goblet which you refilled with ale.
"You know I could've taken care of them without you" you informed.
"Is that right?" Bronn questioned. You stared him in the eye until his hand quickly went round your back and grabbed your dagger.
"Hey!" You cried, trying to grab it but Bronn was too quick.
"Nice little blade this" Bronn said as he examined it "What's a pretty little handmaiden like you doing with a weapon?".
"I thought sell swords shut up and did what they were told" you snapped and snatched back the dagger.
"I bet you don't even know how to use it" Bronn smirked. Suddenly a little idea sparked in your mind. You saw Bronn look you up and down earlier. You wanted to tease him. You thought he was quiet good looking for his age. Raising your brow, you slowly sat down onto his lap whilst placing the jug of ale on the table. His eyes widened slightly but he smiled at you as your hand slid to the back of his head whilst his made their way to your waist.
"You'd be surprised" you whispered seductively into his ear, carefully pressing the tip of the dagger under his chin. Before he could do anything you stood up and walked away, taking the ale with you. You smiled and looked back at him whilst swaying your hips. Hopefully you'd be able to see this sell sword again.
*Time Skip*
It had been a few days since your saw the sell sword. It was funny, you never found out his name. But you were thankful for a day off. You hadn't practiced in ages. You had dresses up in a tunic and hid you sword under your cloak. It was made from fine steel and if anyone took it from you they could sell it for a good price. You had walked all the way out of the city to the coast. Sighing, you threw your cloak on a boulder and watched some ships sail pass. Closing your eyes, you stood in a carefully stance before pulling out your sword. You swung it around as if you were fighting someone, just as Syrio taught you. You did this for 45 minutes until you heard footsteps behind you. Spinning around, you pointed you sword at the stranger. His blue eyes widened lightly but a calm and impressed look grew on his face.
"I guess you can wield a fine little blade" Bronn smirked.
"I told you" you panted slightly "you'd be surprised".
"I am surprised and impressed but" Bronn started whilst pulling out his own sword "let's see how good you are".
"Why would you want to lose to someone you don't know?" You smirked and stood in position.
"Well, let's get to know each other" he spoke as his sword clanged against yours "Name's Bronn".
"(Y/N)" you responded swinging your sword again. This was going to be fun.
Bronn is another one of my favourite characters. I like how skilled he is with his sword and how can make simple situations funny. Plus, I love his eyes. (They're just so mesmerising). Anyway, hope you enjoyed. See ya round.✌️ And remember ... "Winter is Coming"
