Game of Thrones One Shots

Fire: Tormund Giantsbane x Reader

Warning: Spoilers for S08E02, swearing

Request: Hello lovely!! Can I request the prompt "You make me feel safe" with Tormund? I am in love with your writing, you are amazing, just keep going, never give up!! 💕💖💕

The black of the night swallowed the castle walls of Winterfell whole. The dead were coming, Tormund had said so and you trusted him with your life. The dead were coming. You didn't wat your life to end here, now, when you had spent most of your life feeling unhappy. With him, you felt as if nothing in the world could hurt you. He was gruff at times when he needed to be, could beat any man in combat and could roar with the strength of a thousand mountains. But then, he always made sure to make you smile, told you jokes, and the corners of your mouth hurt from staying up all day. He was everything you needed and the army full of dead men walking was threatening to take that away from you.

The courtyard was cold and lonely, still, you wouldn't give up the search for him. If this was your last night in this wretched place called Westeros, you wanted to see him one last time so that you had something to live for in the next live, someone to search for. You needed a good memory before you died and only Tormund could give you that. Perhaps he loved you like you loved him, though that was impossible. No other creature had loved someone like you loved him. Your love for him burned brighter than the fire of his hair and you hoped, prayed that this flaming love didn't have to die because of some corpses once dawn would break.

The sound of snow against the leather of your boots followed you as you walked and walked, your eyes always searching for flaming hair and your ears always perked for the sound of his booming laughter. There was nothing like it. Nothing as good and sincere as that sound of pure joy rumbling through his chest. Sometimes he would hold you close to him when laughter erupted from within him and it would spread through your own body like wildfire. You cherished those memories now. There was no telling in if you were ever going to feel the carefree joy that came in being with Tormund ever again.

You felt tears biting at the rim of your waterline, when something swooped you off your feet.
"There you are", you heard him laugh, "I've been looking for you all over." Tormund released you from his grip again and sat you down in front of him, turning you around to face him. He held you close and kissed you fiercely, the fire of his kiss warming your face.
When he released you from the kiss and pulled back to look at you, the muscles of his face softened from a grin into a sincere heartfelt smile.
"What is it", he asked, "Are you scared of the blue-eyed-fuckers?"
You tried to smile at his joke. "I'm not scared of you", you said.
"Better not", he laughed, "Because I couldn't do this then." He gathered you in his arms and carried you over to the nearest wall. He pushed you against it but made sure that he wasn't squishing you underneath his weight. He was a giant after all. He kissed you again and again, trying to drown your fear in kisses and trying to make you forget, but it was no use. An icy tear rolled down your cheek and met Tormund's face.

"I am scared", you said when he pulled his face away from yours, "Are you scared?"
"Not when I'm with you", he said and flashed his teeth. "You make me feel safe." You laughed through your blurry vision. "I mean it. You do things to me, make me feel things and I forget the rest of the world." He gently caressed the bottom of your chin where most of the tears had gathered. "What can I be scared of, if my entire world is just you?"
In an attempt to turn this around, to turn all the crying and fear into a happy memory, you tried to make him laugh again, to feel the fire of his joy burn through you.
"You could be scared of how much you love me", you said.
"Aye", he laughed, "I probably should be." Your arms flung around his neck again and you held his body so close to his, you were melting into one body, the flame of your love being the forge.

A/N: Hope you like it! I thought that giving the reader the prompt would be so obvious and that's why I switched it around.

I'm on a sprint wheeeee! I either write nothing at all or everything at once! Am I afraid that the quality of my fics is declining? Absolutely! Am I also afraid of having no inspiration left and not writing for another week? Absolutely! So, enjoy fics that are not that good, but have a fic anyways instead of none at all!

Also this lady sitting next to me at the coffee shop keeps trying to read what I'm writing, so now, I zoomed out of the document while writing and the words are astronomically small.

i really should take christian lindner's advice and apply it to writing fics. "lieber nicht (regieren) schreiben als schlecht (regieren) schreiben" (shout out if you know who the hell that is)