Game of Thrones - One Shots/Imagines: Part Two (Completed)

Stark!Reader x Theon Greyjoy - Outlaw in 'Em

A/N- This imagine is based on the song 'Outlaw In 'Em' by Waylon, which anyone who watched it this weekend will recognise as the song that The Netherlands performed at the Eurovision Song Contest. I love Eurovision and watch it every year, but for once there was a band that I actually want to listen to outside of the contest. This is set in a world where the Stark's never left Winterfell, the reader is Sansa's twin sister.

"I have to say. My Lady, you are possibly the sweetest thing I have ever seen," the man drawled, leaning against the wall with his elbow and leaning a little bit too close for comfort. "It's hard to imagine you have a single bad bone in your body," he continued, his hand tilting your chin to make you look up into his face. His breath stunk of ale and it made you feel nauseous as you attempted to take as few gasps of air as you could.

The room was loud, full to the brim with Lords and Ladies, Knights and Handmaidens. What else would you expect from the marriage of your oldest brother? You had prayed to the gods that you would be left alone for the evening, allowed to just sit and watch the dancing and listen to the music that ebbed and flowed around the room. But it was no luck, men had still flocked to your side and forced their conversations on you as though you would be honoured by there presence.

"And I would have to say that you don't know me very well," you muttered back, lifting your hand to pull his fingers away from your face as you pushed off of the wall and moved into the crowd, hoping to blend in sooner rather than later. You pushed towards your sister, grabbing her hand and tucking yourself as close to her as you could. She glanced over at you for a second, before glancing over your shoulder at the man who now looked baffled as he gazed around the room. "If another wretched drunk attempts to tell me how he had fallen head over heals in love I will not be held responsible for my actions," you grumbled, causing her to let out a laugh that settled around you and caused the scowl to fall from your lips.

"Mother will not be pleased if you start any trouble," she told you softly and you shrugged slightly as you brushed some of her hair out of her face.

"She never is," you muttered quietly, more to yourself than to her, though she answered you with another light laugh. "But truly, I am getting tired of the advances of these ridiculous men, half of whom I have never even met," you sighed with a shake of your head.

"I should probably warn you that the one you just escaped is coming over then," she told you softly, her lips turning into a small grimace as you felt a hand land on your shoulder.

"I wondered where you had gotten to, My Lady," he slurred, leaning over your shoulder to look at you as he smiled.

"I thought you would understand that there was never any chance of me coming back, given the fact that I was completely uninterested," you told him in your sweetest tone, shrugging off his hand without turning to look at him.

"Come and talk to me," he continued, reaching for your hand until you turned on him and shoved him slightly, causing him to stumble backwards. "That's not very nice," he grumbled, reaching out again and gripping your hand in his.

"Remove your hand from me this instant," you growled, attempting to pull your hand from him but struggling to loosen his grip. "I said let go of me," you growled, your voice lower and he started pulling on your hand, dragging you away from Sansa, who was looking on in a panic. It didn't take long for your anger to spill over and you slammed your free hand up into the mans face, smacking your palm against his nose and causing him to stumble backwards, releasing your hand and reaching for his, now bloody, nose.