GoT One-Shots Book 3!

Not His Type (Tormund Giantsbane x fem!Stark reader)

When Tormund came to Winterfell, he was expecting stone walls, prim and proper lords and ladies, and a whole lot of tradition and rules. What he didn't expect was you. Y/N Stark. Sweet, lovable, kind Y/N. You were the absolutely opposite of every woman Tormund had ever been attracted to before, but he didn't care. You were the only one he'd ever felt anything akin to real love for before.

"Here, let me do that for ya," he offered one evening. You arched a brow. "I'm fine. It isn't that heavy." Tormund paid no mind and took your burden from you. "Thank you, then." You gave him a smile that nearly made his knees weak. What was so different about you? Why did you and only you have that affect on him? He didn't know but Tormund was determined to see where this attraction would lead.

Tormund watched as you walked away, admiring the way your hips gently swayed. "She's not your type," the gruff voice of Sandor Clegane tore Tormund's gaze away from your backside. "What?" Sandor and Jon were both watching him with smirks on their faces. "He's right. Y/N isn't your type. She's nothing like the Free Folk." Tormund didn't say anything, just let his eyes wander back to your retreating form. They were wrong. They had to be.

*time skip*

Tormund was watching you again. He couldn't help it. He was enamored with you. Jon was right. You were nothing like the Free Folk. At all. Sure, you could use a sword, but not very well. You were much more...delicate than the Free Folk. You spent your days nurturing rather than fighting. You sang and danced and made pretty dresses. But he couldn't help but be drawn to you. You were everything the man wanted. He wanted you. He wanted to make pretty babies with you.

Tormund was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't realize Jon had come to sit next to him. "She still isn't your type." Tormund shrugged. "I like her." You met his gaze across the room and smiled. Tormund returned the grin before turning his attention back to Jon. "What's it to ya anyway, Crow?" he asked with a smirk. Jon chuckled. "Nothing. Nothing at all. She's coming this way though." Tormund's eyes snapped up. Sure enough, you were heading over to him.

"Hello, Tormund. Jon," you greeted with a grin. Jon clapped Tormund on the shoulder and made an excuse to leave you alone. You laughed softly. "Well, I was going to bid him goodnight." In an instant Tormund was up. "Let me walk ya." Your brow rose and he quickly continued, "Ya never know who might want ta hurt ya." You chuckled again. "I suppose I could do with the company."

As you walked toward your chambers, the only sounds around you were the echoes of your footsteps in the corridors. After a few moments, you hummed. "Tormund?" He made a noise to let you know he was listening. "Why do you try so hard to protect me? We've only just met a few weeks ago. I've never had someone so...devoted to my protection. Not even my father or brothers."

"Ya deserve ta be protected. And cherished. And loved. Ya deserve everything any man could ever give ya." You didn't reply. Tormund took a moment to cast a glance your way. Your eyes were cast down to the floor and you looked almost embarrassed. "T-Thank you," you whispered after a few moments, "I feel like I have a guardian angel with me whenever you are around. "I'd like ta be more than that."

You stopped walking and looked at him. "Would you now?" Tormund's smirk returned as he nodded. A bit of his fiery hair fell into his face. It had grown longer since he came to Winterfell. He really needed to cut it. But your small hand came up and brushed the lock from his face in such a gentle manner and he began to rethink that.

"You're not like other men, Tormund. I envy you. You have such freedom. And such a big heart. I find myself enthralled by you, Tormund Giantsbane." Tormund's blue eyes met your (e/c) ones. He caught your hand in his as you moved to lower it. Without taking his gaze from yours, his lips brushed against each one of your fingertips. He needed to be close to you and if this was the only time, he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

For you, it was as if all the air had been sucked from the corridor. This giant of a man, this warrior, was showing you affection you'd never dared to dream of. Lords were never as openly affectionate, with the exception of your father. But Tormund didn't seem to care that you were standing in the middle of the corridor where anyone could walk in and see what was happening. The only things he seemed to care about was you and your reactions to his touch.

"Tormund," you whispered, afraid to break the spell your were both under. He hummed again, not letting go of your hand. He watched as your tongue darted out to lick your suddenly dry lips. He watched as your eyes flickered between his and his lips. He felt your hand begin to shake in his. "What is it?" he asked, suddenly concerned. Were you ill?

"Kiss me," you ordered softly. Tormund blinked in surprise. "What?" Your beautiful lips upturned into a smile. "Kiss me, Tormund. Please." Tormund didn't need to be told a third time. Without letting go of your hand, he pulled you even closer to him and let his lips cover yours. It was nothing like he thought it would be. It was better. Your lips were soft and supple, but eager against his own. Your free hand moved up and tangled in his locks. It would be difficult to remove later, but Tormund didn't care.

When you finally pulled away, you were panting. The sight was pure heaven to Tormund. He'd done that to you. "Wow," you muttered, but he heard you anyway and laughed. "Never been kissed like that before?" You bit your lip. "Never been kissed before," you replied. Tormund's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting to be your first kiss ever.

"Will you kiss me again?" Tormund chuckled before kissing you again briefly. "Ta think, Snow and the Dog said you weren't my type." You scoffed. "Of course they did. Well, shall we prove them wrong?" Tormund's eyes lit up with glee. "Some other time. Right now, I wanna keep showing ya how much I love ya." Your mouth dropped open.

"What did you say?" Tormund finally let go of your hand in favor of wrapping his arms around you. "I said that I love ya." You grinned. "Then I suppose it won't be a surprise if I say that I love you as well." In answer Tormund leaned in and buried his face in your neck. He breathed in your scent and sighed. He wanted to stay there, wrapped up together, forever. "Would you like to accompany me to my chambers?" you asked in his ear. Tormund chuckled. "You're forward. I like it." You giggled and pulled him behind you as you headed toward your chambers.