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Sherlock's younger sister. ONE SHOT
Plot summary: After a night out, you are found walking alone in the streets of London. Wonder what Sherlock, your incredibly overprotective brother, will say about this...
Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, cigarettes
Characters: Sherlock, John, Lestrade, Anderson, Jim Moriarty (mentioned)
Reader: Reader is the youngest Holmes sister and works with investigative journalism. Often works undercover. Might or might not be relevant, but fun to know!
Notes: As a gal that lives in London, I'm asking all of you that also live in London – how annoying isn't it that the tubes don't run during the night rn??? I'm so thankful its on during the weekend though!!
Being the youngest Holmes sister came with its struggles – the constant comparison to your brilliant brothers, the constant need to prove yourself, being afraid of failure because your brothers were so ridiculously successful…..but next to all of this really philosophical and emotional crap, you had also been cursed with incredibly – incredibly – overprotective siblings.
This had both its ups and downs. It was good in situations when you were truly in trouble. Both of your brothers had indeed saved you from some tricky situations in the past. However, it was really bad when you were just out, living life, and they would freak out over nothing.
You were a good deal younger than them – you were still in your 20’s and just figuring out life, like your twenties were for, right? Anyways, you had been out at a party and you might have had a few too many drinks.
And the tube was also not running at this time of night.. How typical wasn't that?
Your parents were well off and did offer to help you out every now and then, but after Sherlock solved the “study in pink” (as John called it), you had been reluctant to take cabs on your own. It just gave you the creeps.
You walked down a road which you did not know the name of. You had just been at a house party in central London, so.. not too far from home, right? It was a cold night, and luckily this guy at the party had seen you were freezing and offered you his scarf. You had it on loosely, afraid to stretch it out.
As you stumbled along the streets of London, a police car passed you – it did not have sirens on, nor any lights. It must've been headed back to Scotland Yard..?
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“Sherlock will know this, surely-” Detective inspector Greg Lestrade looked to his left side, seeing Philip Anderson – or just, Anderson – looking through his notepad. They were both dreadfully lost in this new case and Lestrade, despite Anderson’s refusal, had decided to go to Sherlock for help.
Lestrade then turned to his right, looking out of the window and to the London streets. There were barely anyone out in this area at this time of night. It was.. peaceful. A rest from the usually busy city.
This was a street with a low-speed limit, so it allowed Lestrade to see things in detail.
The car suddenly passed by a woman. You. You were stumbling around – drunk. Lestrade sighed as he watched the stranger sit down on a bench, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. The flame illuminated your face, and Lestrade was met with a familiar sight.
“Is tha?-” Lestrade questioned out loud. It took him a second to process it, but he was quick to understand that you were indeed Sherlock’s younger sister, Y/n y/m/n Holmes.
“Stop the car-” Lestrade told the driver to stop, getting out of the car when it did and walking over to the Holmes sister.
You looked up as soon as you saw someone approaching you – and of course, you were quick to recognize who it was. “Greg! How are ya?! I hadn’t expected to see ya here at this time o´ night?” You slurred in what sounded like a less well-spoken English than what you usually had.
“I could say the same to you. Are you alone?” Lestrade asked, looking around to check if you were with anyone. It was safe to say that as a Holmes sister, you had gotten into trouble before – not all of your own fault. Sherlock had plenty of enemies – enemies that knew Sherlock cared for his dear sister,
“Just me and my cigarette I’m afraid. D´ya want one?” You asked, pulling out a cigarette and holding it out for him. Greg thought for a moment – not about taking the cigarette but about what to do. He couldn’t just leave you here alone, in the middle of London. “No I’m alright, thanks. I don’t smoke.” he replied, watching you as you put the cigarette back into the box and slipping it into your black coat. It was insanely similar to Sherlock’s coat.
It was funny because there was an ongoing debate over who got their black coat first. Sherlock insists it was him. You had always insisted it was you.
Nevertheless, both of you always wore that black coat.
“Come on, we’ll drive you home.” Lestrade gestured with his head towards the car, telling you to get up and come with him.
You tapped your cigarette to let some of the ash fall to the ground. “Is that a police order or a friendly order?” You asked, looking down to where the ash fell, your head swaying a bit from side to side as you tried to stabilize yourself. You weren’t stupid – you knew you were drunk. But in your mind, you felt completely sober.
Lestrade wasn’t quite sure what to answer. He didn’t even know how drunk you were.
“That’s a police order.” he told you. You looked up at him, staring for a few seconds – just like your older brothers did. You observed him, scanning his posture, his expression, his clothes. You were terribly obvious with it at the moment, which was unusual for you. Must be the alcohol.
“You’re hiding something from me.” you dropped your cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, pushing yourself off the bench and stumbling forwards just a tad. Lestrade caught you.
“Nope, just.. street patrol is not really my division.” Lestrade sighed as he took your arm and guided you to hold onto his shoulder, and he crouched down to support you as well.
“Wha…- What are you doing??” Anderson saw Lestrade bringing the girl into the car. Greg helped you get in, and you were now sat in the middle of Anderson and Lestrade.
Anderson looked at you. He hated you less than he hated your brother – but that was just because you were less of a nuisance to the police. Right now, however…
You leaned your head back on the headrest. Lord, were you tired. Not only had it been a long day at work, but you had also been invited out to a house party with your friends after work. It was Friday, you had no obligations the next day, so why the hell not? You turned your head to look back at Anderson. You smirked ever so slightly when you realized he was already looking at you. “Evening, Anderson.”
“How much have you been drinking?” there was a hint of judgment in his tone.
“Who says I’ve been drinking?” you laughed.
“Everything about you says you’ve been drinking.”
Rude.
Deserved.
“Touché” you simply responded with a giggle, turning your head back to look straight forwards. You just waited for this car ride to be over, closing your eyes.. All you wanted was to sleep-
“Right, we’re here.” Minutes later Lestrade broke you out of what could barely be called a nap. Your eyes flickered open and you turned to look out the window, not seeing the familiar and welcome sight of the neighbourhood you lived in.
“I don’t live here-” you spoke before then turning to your right, seeing the infamous black door with the golden “221B” written onto it.
Sherlock’s place. Of course.
Fuck! Your brother would kill you if he knew you were walking alone in London in this state. He knew you were an adult, but you sort of understood where he came from. He was constantly involved in murder cases, so obviously he’d feel a sense of nervousness for his younger sister taking on this city on her own.
Mycroft was even worse.
“Nononono- I’m not going up to my brother like this. He’ll kill me.” you slurred out overdramatically – a Holmes trait. “You’ll be fine– now get out of the car.”
You did not want to be forced out of the car, so you got out on your own, holding onto the railing of the stairs and walking behind the policemen as they were let into the flat and walked up the stairs to Sherlock and John’s living room.
“What.” Sherlock asked from where he sat by the table, face buried deep into his laptop screen as he was doing research for another case.
“Another case. Interested?” Lestrade was quick to the point.
Sherlock suddenly furrowed his eyebrows. “Someone has been drinking.” He spoke in his usual monotone voice – a tone he usually spoke in when he was deducing.
“Oh-! Right.” Lestrade stepped to the side and allowed you to walk in. As you were revealed to your brother, you gave him a tight lipped smile and a little wave – your stance swayed ever so slightly, but you did not fall to the ground.
Sherlock scanned you – deducing you. “Sherlock-” you tried to snap him out of it, not really in the mood to have your entire existence analysed at the moment.
John was also awake. He was in the armchair, also on his laptop. He looked your way. “I’m sorry- Is everything okay? Why are you here with the police?” John asked.
“Beats me.” you looked over to Lestrade so that he could explain himself. He sighed.
“Found her walking alone, thought it was better to bring ´er here than let her be.”
“Excellent decision thank you, Gary.” Sherlock spoke, standing up and ushering Lestrade and Anderson out of his flat. “Sherlock-! We need to talk about the case-” Lestrade tried to stop him. “No-” he started, very obviously faking a yawn. “Ahh so tired. Alright, see you tomorrow.” He shut the door to the hallway, leaving them outside.
He then walked back over to his computer, sitting down and continuing his work like nothing had happened.
You simply stood there, looking at him, swaying in your spot. You had expected Sherlock to lecture you, or to at least say something to you. But there he sat. Nothing. On your next sway, you stumbled to the side, and John was quick to get up and support you. He guided you over to the couch for you to sit down.
“How much have you been drinking?” John asked in his usual ´Doctor Watson´ behavior. “Why does everybody ask me that?” you slurred out.
“You do smell like a bottle of vodka.” John responded, and you laughed with the thought of the night you’d had. Lots of drinking games. Lots of drinking… You had also met a really sweet guy… He said his name was “Jim”. He had the sweetest Irish accent. You two were going on a date this upcoming weekend.
“Not a full bottle-” you merely responded with a laugh, leaning your head back on the couch.
John sighed and walked to the kitchen, finding you a glass of water.
As he was in the kitchen, you looked up at the ceiling. You could feel that Sherlock was displeased.
“Are you angry with me?” You asked.
“Why didn’t you just get a cab?” he responded, and you lifted your head to look at him. “You were the one who caught a serial killer cabbie, and you ask me why I didn’t get a cab?”
“Yes! Caught him. Caught. The chances of that happening again are low.” Sherlock expressed his frustration and you simply shook your head.
“You could have called me, you know.” Sherlock then spoke, after a moment of silence. “I assumed you were out catching thieves.” you responded.
“I don’t catch thi-” Sherlock stopped himself before he started quarrelling with a drunk person. He turned to look at you. “What’s his name?” He continued. John then walked up to you with a glass of water. You smiled at him as you accepted it, but you were quick to look back at Sherlock with a glare. You took a sip of the water. “what?” You asked.
Sure, you were smart, but not the same type of smart as Sherlock. “His name? I see you’ve met someone?”
“How can you possibly see that?”
“That is not your own scarf. I’ve seen your scarves and you usually wear women’s scarves- no, this is a man’s scarf. You have it on loose, you don’t fully know this person – if it were a boyfriend you’d put it on properly but the loose fit suggests that you’re scared to damage it, not comfortable enough with the person to risk ruining their belongings. Therefore, someone new. Now why would a stranger give you a scarf unless there was something more behind the action? Romantic interest.” he rambled on like he usually did. He then picked up his cup of tea and had a sip. “So, tell me, what’s his name?”
“...his name is Jim.”
“That’s nice.” John thought out loud, earning him a glare from Sherlock.
“...him borrowing you the scarf, I mean.” John corrected himself and cleared his throat. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
“Don’t forget that you mainly work with criminals, y/n. He might not be who he says he is.” Sherlock then turned back to his computer. “You can have my bed for the night, I’m not going to sleep any time soon.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Sherlock.” You replied to his first statement. You then cleared your throat. “...Thanks.”
“Call me next time.” Sherlock then added.
He was sweet. Truly. Under all of that super smart, robot exterior.
“I will.”
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Being the youngest Holmes sister would include:
Knowing everyone in the forensics department at Scotland Yard
Always managing to get yourself into trouble - you were a investigative journalist, and much like your brother Sherlock, you could take things pretty far if it meant you got the answers you searched for
Sometimes you joined Sherlock on his cases - especially if they were about things you were especially good at. You usually researched missing persons in your investigative journalism.
Your eldest brother, Mycroft, hates it when Sherlock brings you along
“What? She gets into worse trouble when she’s off on her own-!” Sherlock would defend his actions
“The point should be to not get into trouble at all, Sherlock!” Mycroft would respond
Both of your brothers can be terribly overprotective at times
John was introduced to you when he one day walked into the living room and found you lying on the couch
You had woken up when he entered the room
“Uhm… hello? Can I help you?” John asks. “Oh- no- I’m just- wait who are you?” You responded
You had at several times mistaken John to be Sherlock’s boyfriend
You usually make fun of your older brothers - but they’re smart, they knew how to get back at you.
Moriarty would take an interest in you, planning to get close to you so he could get close to Sherlock
And when Sherlock then figures out that the guy you have been dating is Moriarty, well-
Let’s just say, you had never seen your brother that angry before
In your defence, you didn’t know it was Moriarty you were dating. He had only introduced himself as Jim.
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Troublemaker, Part I (Fili x Reader)
A/N: Okay so.. there's this guy at my uni who looks so much like Fili and I don't know what course he does I just know that every time I see him, I fall in love! This story will be a series because I started writing it and I have lots more to write than I thought I did haha! I hope you enjoy and please let me know if you wish to be added to the taglist!
I imagine this town/village as something similar to the kingdom in tangled!!!
Pairing: Fili X fem! Royal! reader
Plot summary: Reader is the princess of one of the company's stops to Erebor. Being a lady that is bored of the life in her small village, she finds that Thorin's company is a breath of fresh air. What will happen when she tries to hide her identity from the company?
Warnings: Drinking, mild injuries and a sad character death (reader's mother is dead. Please don't read if this is triggering for you!) <3
Word count: 5367 + some sentences I've added and haven't counted!
Translations: Y/n : your name, Y/n/n: Your nickname
"Must I wear this?" you asked your advisor as you looked into your vanity mirror. The dress you wore was fine – rather beautiful, to be frank – but it was far too long and far too tight. It allowed little to no movement, and it would prove difficult to run in because of its long skirt.
"Yes. It is your birthday celebration, princess. You must look presentable." your advisor, the tall and skinny man named Keenan, held up his nose proudly as he spoke, looking out your window towards the town. It wasn't really an unusual thing for him to do. He usually liked sticking his nose into other people's business – hence the people watching.
"It's not even my birthday yet. You're merely going to force me to wear this twice."
"Would that kill you?"
"Why don't you try on a corset and then we'll chat about it?"
"Watch your tongue." he scolded you.
Keenan had been your advisor since you were a mere child. Being the only child your mother had time to birth before she passed, you were the heir to the throne and needed to be raised to rule a kingdom. That was to your father's despair, of course, being a child that usually found yourself in trouble.
He loved you. You knew he did. He just didn't want your free spirit to get in the way of the throne.
"Speaking of corsets, Keenan – would you leave me for a minute? I need to tighten mine. It keeps getting looser.." You peeled off the lie like it was nothing – anything to get rid of Keenan for a little bit.
"I expect you down in the throne room in no more than ten minutes." he reminded you sternly before walking towards the door, opening it and calling in a maid before leaving.
The maid stopped in the middle of the room, her head down and her hands clasped in front of her stomach. "How may I help you, Princess?" she asked. You smiled at her. "Maria, please don't be so formal. I know you're new but I've told you before – just call me y/n." you smiled at her and she lifted her head with somewhat wide eyes. "I'm sorry Princess- I- I mean y/n." she smiled as she saw your contentment with being called by your first name.
"How may I help you?" she repeated her question. "Would you please keep Keenan out of my room for a few minutes?" you asked as you walked behind your divider, hiding away from Maria as you pulled off the long dress and threw it over the divider. You loosened your corset before eventually taking it off, finding your day dress and putting that on instead. It was a long, light blue dress with long, puffy sleeves. It was cut at the ankles so it was easy to move in. You put on a cream coloured pinafore over the dress, as well as your little brown belt that had a pouch hanging over your hip. It was the outfit you preferred to wear when you strolled around town. The pouch had some coins in case you wished to buy anything from the market.
"Y/n.. I don't think Keenan, nor the king will be too appreciative of this.." Maria spoke carefully. She knew you didn't need a reminder of this, but she felt like she had to say it anyways.
"It's okay!" you beamed as you walked out and away from your divider, now fully dressed in clothes you found comfortable. You slapped on a pair of cream knee-high socks and some brown boots to complete the look. You felt so comfortable, you could have worn this forever.
"I merely need you to go downstairs and say that I've come down with a fever. I promise, Maria, it's absolutely fine. If I get caught you won't get into any trouble-" you explained your plan to Maria as you walked over to your vanity, finding a ribbon and tying your hair back into a low and loose ponytail with a white bow around it.
"But, Princess – y/n– your celebration-"
"I'll be there later this evening! I just am not looking forward to the conversation Keenan and my father is going to have with me when I go downstairs. They do this every year – y/n, one day you will have to take over the throne – I know all of that! I've been told my entire life." you complained as you moved over to your window, unlocking it and opening it wide. You inhaled deeply, smelling the scent of fresh bread from the markets and feeling the cold spring air on your cheeks. The atmosphere of the town hit your ears as well as your other senses, the chattering of the markets, the sound of horses in the stables. It was magnificent.
"Do this for me, Maria? I will pay you back, I promise." you turned to look at her, and she couldn't help but smile a little as she saw the sparkle in your eyes. "No need to pay me back. Just.. keep me out of trouble, if that's alright, prin-... Y/n?" she asked carefully, afraid she might have stepped over the boundaries with asking you to keep her away from trouble. To her relief, you giggled happily, nodding quickly. "Of course, Maria! Of course."
You would of course pay her back as well, but you didn't need to start a discussion about it just now. You had a feeling that you didn't have much time until Keenan would start pestering you to come downstairs, and you'd rather be gone by then.
Maria gave you a sheepish smile, bowed, and then left your room, closing the door behind her.
You turned out towards the town once again. A large smile covering your face. Today was another day for adventure. You could feel it in the air.
Sometimes you dreamed about running away to another place in Middle earth. Somewhere adventurous. Perhaps to an elven realm? You were sure they had some tales to tell.
But you couldn't quite do that – not when you had a whole kingdom to protect one day. For now, it was enough to just run away into the city – to experience adventure for a few hours and then come back, hopefully unnoticed.
It wasn't a terrible climb down from your window – the uneven bricks and strong vines on the castle walls proved to be a nice climbing wall. This wasn't the first time you climbed down that wall, and wouldn't be the last. However, you always had to remind yourself to not be too hasty – you had a habit of climbing too fast, adrenaline rushing over you as you hovered so high above the ground, as well as an excitement of doing something you shouldn't be. You had fallen a lot of times though – hence why you had to remind yourself to be careful with your climbing. You were skilled, yes, but you weren't magic.
It was a pain to lie to the healers in the castle every time you fell and got injuries or scratches. You usually either blamed it on the uneven stairs or the cat. The cat was fine, they didn't exactly scold him – but they would scold you if they heard you were climbing down castle walls.
As you climbed past one of the windows in the castle, you were suddenly met with the sight of Keenan, staring out at the town once again. You widened your eyes as you realised he was now looking right at you.
You chuckled nervously, breaking the awkward silence between the two of you. "Just checking the exterior of the castle for weaknesses…” you knocked on the wall, as if you were checking that it was okay. “No, that looks good!.... bye!" you smiled merrily at him and jumped from the bricks you were currently at, to a vine about a metre away
"Oh no you don't!" Keenan tried to grab your arm, but you were too quick and managed to get away before he had the time to act.
"Y/n! You get back here right now-!" he yelled at you as he leaned out of the window, looking at you as you slid down the vines and tried to find ways to get down to the ground as fast as possible.
"Sorry I can't hear you!" you yelled back to him, giggling to yourself as you jumped from brick to brick, grasping onto one vine and then the next.
As you were only two metres away from the ground, you let go, landing with crouched feet, dusting off your hands and your dress. You looked up, smiling widely as you saw Keenan leant out of his window and watching you from above. You used your hand to shield your eyes from the shining spring sun. Keenan pointed at you with that stern finger of his. "If you don't come back up here right now-!" he threatened, waving his finger at you.
"What will you do, Keenan?" you sassed back at him. You swore you could see smoke coming out of his ears.
Okay so yes, you were quite sassy and fierce with Keenan... But only because he deserved it.
Keenan said nothing. He only gave you a glare and shot straight back inside. You heard him call for the guards – which were not something you were in a mood to deal with right now. You had a large breakfast and knew you couldn't outrun them.
Probably best to start outrunning them now rather than later.
You chuckled once more to yourself, finding such pure adrenaline from moments like these. You started running as fast as you could down the hill from the castle and towards the markets and the docks. You dodged and slid past the crowded streets as if you had never done anything else. You were like a cat, adapting to the new environments and always finding ways to slip past the crowd. The guards didn't stand a chance.
You ran to the docks and towards a little rowboat you had bought a few months ago. Living in a village with a shore meant it was easy to simply row out every now and then if you needed some time away. As you ran, however, you were suddenly distracted by the sight of someone unfamiliar...
Dwarves?
You didn’t stop running as you looked behind you, distracted by a pack of dwarves in this city of men. Your distraction got the better of you, suddenly crashing into a solid figure and accidentally pushed towards the edge of the dock.
A strong hand caught your arm, just managing to save you from falling straight into the water. As you were held, you looked down into the ocean before shifting your gaze to your rescuer.
A young male dwarf. Long hair, beard, both of a beautiful golden colour. He wore a fantastic coat lined with fur and he had a smile as charming as the braids in his hair.
"Watch out there, Princess!" the man said as he pulled you towards him – well, it was just him pulling you away from the water, which resulted in being pulled towards him.
You didn't complain though.
"woa-!" you laughed out as his strong arms pulled you to him, instinctively holding your hands up and landing them on his chest to steady yourself. The moment you realised your hands were on his chest, you quickly put them down and took a step back, finding a sudden heat creeping up on your cheeks.
"Do I know you?" you asked quickly as you realised he called you princess, to which he merely furrowed his brows in confusion. He didn't understand you meant the nickname. "I think I'd remember a maiden like yourself, miss.” he commented, to which you let out a sharp breath of air – a nervous giggle. You had to look anywhere but into his eyes. He was terribly charming. The dwarf chuckled at your blush.
“What’s your name?” To your relief, he decided to ignore the red tint on your cheeks. “I-uh.. I’m y/n/n.” you used a nickname, not in any way wishing to be associated with the royal court if you could help it.
You never really got to meet people like a normal person. Everyone in this town knew your face, and if they didn’t know you by your face, they knew you by your name. You saw this as an opportunity – a chance to be seen as a person, rather than a princess.
“Well, I am Fili – and this-” he gestured towards the dwarf who had joined his side when you introduced yourself. “Is my brother Kili.” Fili spoke, a dangerous smile painted on his cheeks. It was dangerous in the sense that you could find yourself too charmed by it too quickly.
Being so charmed by a man was not ladylike. You heard Keenan's voice remind you in the back of your head.
“Fili – Kili, come along.” a strong voice spoke – you turned to look towards the source. A strongly built dwarf, even stronger than Fili and Kili, with a black mane falling down his shoulders. "Coming, uncle." Kili spoke and then smirked at his brother, patting his back twice before leaving the two of you to say goodbye in private. “Maybe we’ll see you again this evening? You’ll probably find us at a tavern.” Fili smiled kindly at you, placing an arm on your shoulder and squeezing ever so slightly. It was awfully gentle.
Your eyes caught his – and for a moment you swore the whole world disappeared.
“I at least hope I’ll see you later this evening.” he flirted ever so slightly, making you laugh. “I’m sure you do.” you commented, a slight hint of flirtation in your tone as well.
Fili let out a short chuckle and let go of your shoulder – he then winked at you, and your heart melted. Fili walked to his brother, who looked extremely proud of Fili.
You looked at the dwarves as they walked up the hill – likely to try to find a place to eat after their travels.
Wait… you just flirted with a dwarf?
You knew this day would be a day of adventure! You called it, just earlier, in your chambers.
You were snapped back into reality when you heard the clinging of the guards’ armour in the far distance. Crap! You looked around, seeing if your rowboat was easily available.
Of course it wasn’t.
It was lodged in between two sailboats.
“Nononono.” you whispered to yourself as you looked around. Run for it? no. they’ll catch you and Keenan will just laugh at your stupid attempt of rebellion. Jump onto someone's sailboat and hide there? No. If you get caught you’ll be accused of theft. Jump into the ocean and hope for the best? Fuck it. Why not?
You jumped into the shallow water, threading through it and hiding under the docks.
You held your hand in front of your mouth, muffling your giggles as you heard the confused guards walk onto the docks.
You then heard a familiar voice.
Keenan?
“What am I to do with that girl?” he asked himself as he stared out towards the horizon. You furrowed your brows. What a prick.
You looked up, seeing his feet stand right above you through the cracks in the wood of the docks.
How tempting it was to just... poke him and scare the hell out of him.
You obviously wouldn’t. You weren’t going to give away your hiding spot that easily.
“Lord Keenan –” one of the guards interrupted his thoughts. “-what??” Keenan snapped back at the guard, who probably wished at this point that he was a baker rather than a royal guard. “... I am sorry to disturb you, but there have been a dwarf pack spotted in the town. They say its the company of Thorin Oakenshield.”
Thorin Oakenshield?
The king under the mountain?
So.. the tales were true?
That must have been the man with the black hair.
Not only did you just flirt with a dwarf – but you flirted with Thorin Oakenshield's nephew?!
Oh lord. Where had your manners been?
“What?” Keenan’s voice brought you out of your head.
“Take me to them.” he added, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone – making their way to the dwarves.
Thank you, company of Thorin Oakenshield, for getting you out of this pickle.
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“Company of Thorin Oakenshield!-” Keenan made his way towards the dwarves, who were occupied with the delicious food they had been served at the tavern.
Thorin looked up at Keenan with an annoyed glare. He dropped his chicken wing and lifted his head to look at him. He did not bother to stand, but he did move his hand to his sword – just in case.
Fili spotted the royal crest pinned to Keenan's chest. A lion.
Strange. He, himself, had always been associated to a lion by his friends and kin, because of his golden mane. Perhaps he should get himself one of those pins-
“What a joy to have you within our borders!” Keenan buttered them up, wishing to be in their good graces.
“Good of you to let us in.” Thorin responded in a matter that surprised Fili. He had expected some sort of snarky remark. That’s what his uncle had done at their other stops, anyways.
“..well. I’d like to invite you and your company to the celebration at the castle this evening. We will of course provide you with beds and food.”
“Celebration?” Thorin asked, not bothering to form the full sentence: “What is the celebration for?”
Keenan mentally winced at the thought of the princess. Lord knows if you’d even come home by then. You had been especially rebellious as of late.
“A celebration indeed! The princess’ birthday. I’m sure she’d be very appreciative of your presence at her feast. She is rather fond of uh… meeting new people.” he tried to phrase it as kindly as he could.
What he really meant was that you were terribly bored of the same old people from the royal court.
You loved the people of the village – but a royal feast couldn’t exactly have common folk from the town, now could it? Not in Keenan’s world.
“I don't think-” Thorin was about to decline the invitation, but Balin cut him off. “We would love to come. Thank you. Do you wish for us to bring anything?”
Keenan gave a look to Thorin before then turning on his smile again, looking at Balin. “Just yourselves. Thank you. The feast will start at sundown.”
Fili was confused by this interaction. Why was there so much tension? He understood the tension with the elves – but this was a town of men?... Why was Thorin acting so strangely?
Keenan and the guards with him left. He seemed to be in a hurry..
“What was that?” Thorin asked as he looked towards Balin. Balin shook his head as he looked towards the door where Keenan had just left. “I believe it is time to rebuild our allyship with this town – don’t you think?” Balin asked, to which Fili frowned. Was there some history he was not aware of between the dwarves and this town?
He had studied the history of dwarves up and down since he was a bairn. He had never heard of this place before.
“What allyship?” Kili asked, obviously having been on the same train of thoughts as his brother.
“Nevermind that. We will go to the celebration and be kind to them, but don’t talk of our quest.” Thorin ordered, to which Fili and Kili looked at each other.
They needed to find out the history behind this.
“Oi- Fili. Who was that lady you spoke to earlier?” Bofur interrupted Fili’s thoughts. He looked over to Bofur and chuckled. “I’m sure you’d like to know-!” he spoke playfully. “I would, actually-! Never seen ya look at a maiden like that.”
Fili would have blushed if he wasn’t already so warm from the fireplace in the tavern.
And speaking of the devil….you entered the room. You immediately caught Fili's attention as he spotted you in his peripheral vision.
Your dress was soaking from the bottom and up to your thighs, your hair a tad bit more dishevelled than last time Fili had seen you – but my god were you gorgeous.
You looked towards the bartender and gave him a kind smile – a smile of familiarity, friendship. Fili assumed you knew the man owning this tavern.
“Now, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” Fili heard the bartender in the distance, to which you chuckled, walking over to the bar. “Would you help me out?” you asked, gesturing to your soaking dress. “You may borrow my daughter’s dress. It isn't much, but-” he started, to which you quickly shook your head. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” you said in a gentle tone before fishing into the pouch on your hip. You placed three golden coins on the counter. “For your troubles.”
Now.. where did a lady like you get so many coins? Maybe you were a thief? A smuggler?.. An assassin?
“No- really, it isn’t-” the bartender started, and you waved your hand. “I don’t want to hear it.” you smiled at him. “You work hard. You deserve it.”
He gave you a thankful look. “Thank you.” he spoke gently, and you nodded once.
“I’ll be right back.”
Fili watched you as you found the stairs next to the bar, walking upstairs while holding up the soaking fabric of the dress, trying to not spread it across the whole tavern.
Kili nudged Fili’s arm. “Oi, where is your mind?” he asked, not having seen the same thing as Fili had seen. “Sorry – what?” Fili turned back to the table, trying to enter the company’s conversation again. Gandalf was informing Bilbo about the importance of this city. It was a great resource of clothes, fine craftsmanship and decorations. It was a town filled with skilled workers and artists, and their wares were shipped around all of middle earth. They were known for their attention to detail.
“-it’s quite busy today!” Fili was brought out of the conversation a few minutes later when he heard your voice once more. You looked at the bartender with a wide smile before looking out towards the crowd. “Aye – the dwarf pack is here, taking up half of the tavern.” you couldn’t tell if he was annoyed at them for taking up the seats of his usual visitors, or if he was happy that the dwarves spent so many coins on his food and ale.
The mention of the dwarf pack made you more actively scan through the crowd, trying to spot the blonde dwarf that saved you earlier. Fili, was his name. You would remember that.
Your eye suddenly caught Fili’s, who was already looking at you. You couldn’t help but smirk a little. It seemed fate really wished for yours and Fili’s paths to cross.
“I’m sure they are.” you responded to the bartender as you shared eye contact with Fili.
“Wha?” the bartender didn’t hear you because you were faced away from him. You snapped back into reality and turned your head towards the bartender. “I’m sure they are taking up half of the tavern. Big group. Hungry people. I’m sure you’re quite appreciative of their appetite?” you spoke playfully, raising your brows. “Sure they’re quite appreciative of my ale, you mean.” he gave you the same playfulness right back at you, to which you had to laugh.
As you laughed, you suddenly saw a familiar figure enter your peripheral vision, and you turned to look at him.
“Why hello – are you following me?” you smiled at the man, leaning against the bar as you looked at the dwarf in front of you. He made you feel a thousand butterflies in your belly like no other man or woman that had entered your town before.
"I should ask you the same" he responded, and you raised your brows playfully. "okay then...ask me."
This made Fili laugh.
“I thought I had to come over and say hello, before you disappear again.” Fili spoke, tilting his head as he scanned your new outfit. He didn’t mean to be so obvious with his observing – but it came across as him checking you out.
You were now wearing a light yellow dress with a brown corset. It was a combination of colours that Fili had never thought too much of – but seeing them on you, he thought they were the most beautiful colours in the world.
“You mean before you disappear again?” you snapped him back into reality with your playful remark, making him chuckle. “You’re wearing different clothes. Did you fall into the water after all?” he responded.
“Who says I fell and didn’t go in willingly?” you challenged
“Did you?”
“None of your business.” you flirted, making sure to say it in a playful tone rather than a rude one. The words were impolite but the intention was not of that kind.
“Come have a drink with us.” he offered gently, turning to look towards the company before turning back to you. “...They seem rough but they are the best men I know.”
“Hm. I don’t know if it’s very ladylike to drink with…ten other men.” you tried to count them quickly.
“Fifteen.”
“‘Scuse me?”
“Fifteen men. Thirteen dwarves, one wizard, one hobbit.” he smirked at you, seeming proud to have all of this information at the tip of his tongue.
“Well, I can’t exactly say no to that offer. Not like there’s usually a chance to drink with such a company.” you felt your heart almost beat out of your chest.
Fili laughed and nodded. “Exactly!” He then gestured for you to walk first, holding out his hand in the direction of the company, as if pointing that way.
Okay.
Thirteen dwarves, one wizard and one hobbit.
You could handle that.
As the company saw that Fili was inviting you over, they were quick to whisper amongst themselves. “Pretend like you didn’t hear-!” one of the dwarves whispered loudly to the other, and they spent some time trying to make up a conversation topic, to pretend like they hadn't been eavesdropping.
“I don’t think the economy is all that bad, to be honest.” Nori suddenly said out loud, to the surprise of the rest of the dwarves. They all looked at him and raised their brows, as if they had never expected the word “economy” to come out of his mouth. They all laughed, and it suddenly seemed as if they were having a real conversation again.
You and Fili approached the table together, and he grabbed a chair for you, holding it out for you to sit – which you did. He pushed it towards the table, next to his chair on the left, and next to a dwarf with black hair and a hat on the right side.
“Don’t say anything foolish about me, Kili, and I will be in your debt forever.” Fili whispered in a desperate tone to his brother as he sat down in his chair. Fili’s tone was one that Kili hadn’t heard from his brother except for when he was infatuated with someone. Kili simply smiled mischeiviously. “Well hello!” Kili leant over so that he could look past Fili and to you.
“Evening-!” you giggled at the energetic man. You then looked at the rest of the dwarves. Many of them looked at you like they knew that you and Fili had been flirting just now. You didn’t have time to blush until someone spoke to you. “Evening right back at ya miss!” the dwarf to your right side, the black haired one with the hat, spoke in a rather kind sounding accent. “Y/n/n – this is the rest of the company. Everyone, this is y/n/n – I met her on the docks earlier.”
“Rumours are already being spread around about your company, you know. This town loves a bit of gossip.” You spoke playfully with a hint of kindness, not wishing to insult them.
“Oh there’s gossip going around about us, aye? Which is said to be the most handsome among us?” The dwarf with the hat batted his eyelashes.
“Oh, the women of this town love a good hat.” you charmed him playfully, and he smiled widely.
“I like her!-” he beamed as he looked at the rest of the dwarves.
“She’s just buttering ya up, ya big oaf!” One of the tougher looking dwarves – the one name Dwalin – spoke, and everyone laughed.
“I’ve heard rumours about the princess, you know. Supposed to be a real fair lass.” one of the dwarves spoke – his name was Nori – to which Dwalin responded “aye, ya think ya got a shot?”
You were used to doing things you shouldn't be – but this felt different. You had never listened in while someone spoke of the royal family, for everyone knew you were part of it. No one ever dared say anything but positive when you were around, even if you were in civil clothing.
All of the dwarves boomed with laughter, and Fili glanced over at you as he picked up his ale. “What about you, y/n/n?” Fili asked, and all of the men became quiet. You raised your eyebrows, smirking a little at his question. Behind the smirk was a wave of nervousness – had they caught you? “What of me?” you responded confidently.
“What have you heard of the princess? You live here, so I assume you know loads we don’t.” Kili continued on his brother’s train of thought.
You chuckled, shaking your head. “I-uh…” you thought out loud, glancing at the dwarves around the table. Your eyes landed on the blonde dwarf. “I’ve heard she’s a real troublemaker. A sharp tongue and not very ladylike. I wouldn’t wanna deal with her, that’s for sure.” you smirked as you spoke. You couldn’t help it. It was just fabulous to you that the dwarves had no idea that you were talking of yourself.
“Pity. We are to meet the king and the princess later on.” Thorin spoke, to which you could not help but choke on your ale.
What?
No. No. No.
“Whatever for?” you tried to seem nonchalant, but you knew a tone of anxiety made its way to your exterior. Fili looked at you, and it felt like he looked straight through you.
You glanced back at him before looking over at Thorin again.
“We are invited to the Princess’ birthday celebration this evening. At sundown.”
You swallowed dryly. “Oh, wow!.. That is a real- uh- honour… Who invited you?” you asked. You already knew the answer.
“The king’s advisor.” Balin responded for Thorin, and you tried your best to suppress a glare. Not towards Balin of course, but because you had expected him to tell you it was Keenan’s fault the dwarves were going to your celebration.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want them to come.
It was just that it had been nice to just be a normal person for a little while.
“Right! Kee-” you cleared your throat when you caught yourself calling him by his first name. “-Lord Keenan is probably thrilled to have you here. He always told me stories of dwarves when I was a child.”
Suddenly it became quiet.
Oh no. What did you say?
“Why would he tell you stories about dwarves?” Dwalin asked you. He didn’t sound suspicious, though.
Fuck.
“Oh! Did I say that he told me? I meant me as in he.. He told the children in the town. He read us stories about dwarves and the lonely mountain. Considering we used to trade so much with the dwarves in Erebor and Dale, it only makes sense for us to learn their history.”
Fili looked towards his uncle before gazing back at you. “So you know much of it? Our history and allyship with your kingdom?”
“Fili, don’t bother her with your questions-” Thorin tried to stop Fili, and you turned your head towards the infamous Oakenshield.
You thought to yourself as you looked at him.
Something, a memory of sorts, was stirring – but you couldn't quite pinpoint what was on your mind.
It then hit you.
The dwarves had once been in allyship with this kingdom. During one of the great wars, a young Thorin Oakenshield had been tasked with protecting your mother as she was taking shelter in Erebor.
Orcs had broken into the kingdom – and the rest, you had never been told. But your imagination spoke a million words for you.
All you knew was that Thorin had not protected the queen, your mother, when it mattered.
You felt your eyes sting. They did not water – but they were just about to. You blinked a few times, swallowing dryly and looking down at the table before getting up. “I better be going-” you excused yourself, and Fili was quick to look up at you, a worried expression painted across his face.
“-Wait. What’s wrong?” he asked, looking like a lost puppy as he stared up at you. You forced out a smile, shaking your head gently. “I forgot I have to be somewhere. Enjoy the celebration this evening. I-uh- I’m sure it will be one to remember.” you spoke in a kind tone to Fili. You shifted your gaze to Thorin, a less kind gaze, before starting to walk out of the tavern.
“What was that about?” Kili asked after you had left, Fili still staring at the door you had used to leave.
Gandalf furrowed his brows as he too looked after where you had left. “The people in this village are not like most..” he simply spoke in his usual mysterious manner.
“I’m sure you’ll find out more about Miss Y/n/n soon enough..”
#fili x y/n#fili x reader#fili x oc#the hobbit#the hobbit x reader#thorins company#thorin oakenshield#Fili#fili and kili#fili imagine
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How the company would react to you being hormonal
A/N: You heard me! Reader (in this case a person who’s going through their period) is on the quest with Thorin’s company, but is feeling hormonal one night. This is just supposed to be a fun little HC cause I, myself am feeling a little emotional tonight😂
You had been quiet all day, not really in the mood to talk to anyone.
To be honest, everyone kind of annoyed you
When the dwarves did speak to you, you usually gave very snappy responses
“You’re in quite the mood today, lass”
You would give a death glare back at them
At nighttime, when everyone had settled down and had dinner, everyone was simply sitting and having a chat
You sat against a mountain wall, surrounded by Fili, kili, Balin and Thorin
They all talked about the next days to come, but you did not really pay any attention, staring into the night sky
You thought about how dangerous this quest had been.
About all the close calls.
You sniffle ever so slightly, feeling your eyes welling up but trying to keep it together
This was not the time nor place
Kili turns to you “you alright there, Y/N?”
“Yeah! I just…”
You suddenly start crying
“What did you do???” Fili asks his brother in a panic
“Nothing I swear!”
You try to explain to them that it’s nothing
“It’s clearly something, lass.” Balin speaks
You try to convince them that it really is nothing but they won’t give in, even Thorin joins in to try to comfort you
I repeat, even Thorin joins in to try to comfort you
“It’s just!.. you know, thats just how you feel every once in a while, when… you know”
They don’t know.
Oh god they don’t know.
Stupid dwarves
You suddenly blurt out that it’s your time of the month
It turns quiet
“…do you need anything warm over your stomach? Mother needs that every once in a while-“ kili offers
“Let me guess… once a month?”
“That’s right!”
Stupid dwarves
Stupid, but very lovable dwarves.
“No, no thank you. I just think I need some rest.” You chuckle a little at Kili’s kindness
“You can borrow my blanket tonight if you wish, if you’re extra cold-?” Fili offers
These dwarves really don’t know how it works
“Fili, Kili, leave her alone.” Thorin instructs his nephews
You’re grateful for Thorin
Until he starts as well
“What do you need?”
You insist that you don’t need anything but rest
The rumour quickly spreads around that you’re feeling extra… emotional
They treat you like royalty the next days
To which, honestly, you can’t really complain.
#the hobbit x reader#thorins company#fili imagine#fili x reader#fili and kili#kili x reader#thorin oakenshield#thorin x reader
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Joining the quest to reclaim Erebor
A/N: Hello! This is my first ever Hobbit HC but I got inspired by reading tons of great Hobbit / LOTR fics! I got especially inspired by @jangofctts ' brilliant writing!
How would you join Thorin's company? What would lead you into their acquaintance?
Romantic pairing: Fem! reader X Fili
Warning: this is supposed to be a little funny so don't take it too seriously XD I'll most likely write a part two to this! Let me know if you wish to be tagged!
You're a human they stumbled upon in Bree
You had minded your own business at the Tavern when a blond dwarven man stumbled upon you and spilt his ale all over you
He profusely apologises
You tell him it's not a worry, that dress was old anyways.
It wasn't.
You just thought he was insanely handsome and you couldn't think of anything better to say
He begs you to let him make it up to you
You can tell he's a little bit tipsy
"Well, if you insist. You can buy me a drink."
He buys you a drink and the two of you stand by the bar and chat for a long while
"So what brings a dwarf like yourself to Bree?"
He tells you every detail of the quest. You know, cause he's drunk.
"oh wow."
Fili brings you back to the table with the rest of the Dwarves. Kili is amused at his brother for already having found such a gorgeous lady – Thorin is not so impressed
A familiar voice suddenly speaks up
"Gandalf!" you smile
The rest of the company is surprised to hear that you had once helped Gandfalf out with another quest. You had a clever mind and had managed to lure some goblins away for long enough so that they had a clear passage through their caves.
"I owe this lady a great deal-" Gandalf spoke humbly
"Gandalf, you owe me nothing." You had tried to kindly remind him.
You joined the dwarves, the hobbit and the wizard around their table and drank with them.
You were sandwiched between Fili and Bilbo. Kili sat next to Fili.
Kili constantly leaned over Fili's side so that he could ask you questions.
Mostly questions to figure out how available you were
"So, doesn't your husband mind all of your adventures?"
Fili glaring at him.
Way to be subtle.
"Oh, I am not married." you laugh
"Not even close? A fair maiden like yourself can't be far off!"
Fili wraps his arm around his brother, slapping his back harder than a friendly pat.
"He's joking! Don't mind him, he's had a few drinks."
You laugh once more. "Not a worry! No, I don't have any suitors."
"Neither does Fili! Wow, you have so much in common."
Fili mentally facepalms.
Your cheeks turn red but you laugh it off.
You don't know how it happened, but after drinking more than you thought you could handle with the dwarves, it was suddenly settled that you would join them on their quest, Gandalf having stated that they might need your cleverness.
"You might need my what-now?" you ask with wide eyes.
"It will be very good for you." Gandalf spoke, to which Bilbo gave you an apologetic look
"He said the same thing to me."
You turn to look at Fili and Kili, who both look extremely excited
"You're not scared of trolls or goblins are you?" Fili asked you in a playful tone
"No, but I am scared of arrogant dwarves" you responded just as playfully
After that night, your life would never be the same. All because a certain "arrogant" dwarf had spilt ale on your dress.
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What a beautiful, beautiful man. Might start writing about him tbh
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Bounty Thief - Part II
Din Djarin X Reader / Mandalorian X Reader
Summary: After meeting the Mandalorian, your life quickly turned upside down. Your plan was to depart and never see each other again, but unexpected events led you back into each other’s presence.
Link to Part 1
Warnings: Violence, sad character death, fire
Authors notes: Hello friends! Thanks so much for all the love on the first chapter of this story! I appreciate it so much! Do let me know if you wish to be tagged in future chapters!
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FIVE AND A HALF YEARS AGO
UNKNOWN PLANET
“Aeryn that’s enough.” you spoke calmly to your hunting associate as you watched the tall woman stare intently at the man in front of you, choking him from afar. The man in question was your target – one you had been after for months.
He had been a rather difficult one to track down; and once you did track him, he didn’t go down without a fight. He had managed to give you a pretty nasty cut on your shoulder towards your chest – and before Aeryn got to him with her powers, he managed to give her some bruises as well.
Aeyryn had seen red when she saw what he had done to you. The scar was one that remained on your body till this day.
The pair of you preferred to deliver the assets alive. If you had to, you would terminate them, but it was something that you liked to avoid. However, throughout your recent missions, you had seen Aeryn's morals alter. Her boundaries had gone further. She had become more willing to hurt, or kill your targets.
You had brushed it off, not wishing to think anything of it. Your targets recently had been people who had done some pretty awful things – and even though you still kept your morals at your side, you simply assumed that Aeryn gave them a piece of their own medicine. She was their karma, in a way.
However, Aeryn had been quite harsh with this target in particular – he had been without air for a bit too long now, and even though you understood she was angry, there was no reason to kill him. He was yours now – he was cuffed and ready to go.
Now he was in the air, clutching onto his throat and trying to breathe for dear life.
Aeryn did not listen to your words, staring at the man with her head tilted down, her hand in front of her as she worked with the force.
“Aeryn!” you spoke up, more firmly this time.
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PRESENT TIME
THE RAZOR CREST
You inhaled sharply after splashing your face with ice cold water, leaning over the sink. You had retreated for a few minutes to the bathroom, hoping to calm yourself down.
This was fine. It would be fine. You just had to hear the Mandalorian out, swear to never tell anyone, and then get off the ship and get as far away from him as possible. That would be easy, right? You had certainly escaped people before..
You simply could not risk being seen with a fugitive. You could not risk falling on the bad side of the guild once again.
You held onto the counters of the sink, supporting your body that felt heavy with worries. You admittedly felt weak after that fight with Blade as well – but you would not confess that. Not out loud. It was irrelevant anyways. Why would that matter to the Mandalorian? He had patched you up all he could. Now you just needed to calm down; perhaps have a sip of water.
You pushed your upper body up to a standing position, letting out a deep breath as you watched yourself in the mirror, your face drenched with cold water. You stared at the scar going from your shoulder to your chest. The one that you had gotten all those years ago. It was visible from cutting off your sleeve to get access to the cut earlier. It reminded you of her – of Aeryn.
How could you not have seen it coming? That day all those years ago had been an obvious warning. Had you only acted sooner..
You were pulled out of your thoughts as the lights over your head flickered. You gasped ever so slightly, looking up. The lights quickly went back to normal.
After standing still for a few seconds, you shook your head. You then pulled up a clean part of your shirt, drying off your face.
………………………
“Your lights keep flickering.” you spoke to Mando as you entered the cockpit, where both him and Grogu sat.
The Mandalorian said nothing for a while. You sat down in the passenger's seat, located in the back of the cockpit.
Clearly he wasn’t of the talkative kind.
“I can fix it for you, if you want.” you added, looking towards the back of his helmet. You then looked at his neck – the one covered by material.
Curiosity struck you. You wondered what he looked like.
No. You didn’t need to start imagining what he looked like. He was going to be out of your life soon anyways.
You wouldn’t ask him anyways, of course. You respected the Mandalorians. Even though you thought them to be arrogant at times, you still respected their way of life.
You took a deep breath, turning your head to look at the green creature that sat in front of you.
The baby sat on the control panel, turned to you. Mando sat in the pilot’s seat, staring into space. It was a beautiful view; the stars. A view that you were familiar with yourself. However, you rarely enjoyed it as a passenger. You were always preoccupied with actually controlling the ship and planning your next hunt.
“I’m taking that as a no.” you added after a moment of silence. You looked down at your hands, playing with a ring you had on your index finger.
“You should rest.” The Mandalorian simply spoke – more an order than anything else.
Your head shot up to look at the back of his helmet again. “What I should do is to get off this ship and back to my own.” you retorted, furrowing your eyebrows as you felt your patience getting thin.
“You said you needed a breather before hearing anything from me.” Mando responded matter-of-factly. You sighed, leaning back in the chair.
You had told him that. That’s right. You forgot.
That’s why he had been so quiet?
“I’m done breathing. I just need to get back.”
The Mandalorian took a breath, leaning forwards and clicking a button – presumably the autopilot. He then turned his chair to look at you. His gaze was as intimidating as it always was.
You wondered how many bruises he had under that helmet. Under that suit.
He was hidden from the world. There were no insecurities. No weaknesses. He was simply a mandalorian.
He couldn’t even say his name to anyone.
And you thought you were lonely.
The Mandalorian explained to you how he got to meet Grogu and the events that transpired. You sat in silence as you listened to the man. You wondered what he wanted you to do – what the so-called deal would be. Perhaps he just wanted you to stay quiet – to not say anything to the authorities. Maybe he thought that you wouldn’t speak if you knew what had led the Grogu into the Mandalorian’s way.
However, Mando never explained why he took Grogu with him. Why he cared for this creature.
You supposed one didn’t need a reason to help an innocent soul.
Grogu was a child – he could barely even walk and he had one of the biggest bounties you had ever seen on his head. It wasn’t terribly strange that Mando wished to help him – but it was just a little peculiar, considering that the Mandalorian had risked everything to do so.
“So.. you’re looking for a jedi?” you managed to ask after your initial shock, turning your gaze to the beskar-plated man instead of Grogu, as you had looked at him for the past five to ten minutes.
This situation had your heart beating, your palms sweaty and your head aching. You had successfully stayed off the authorities' bad side for a few years now – having redeemed yourself for your past crimes when you had managed to bring in some of the top wanted assets a few years ago. It had taken a lot of fights, a lot of bruises and a lot of sleepless nights to catch them, but you had been so tired of living a cautious life – one where you had to hide to survive.
You were on their good side now, and you feared if anyone knew you were here right now, you’d destroy everything you worked so hard on building up for yourself.
The Mandalorian nodded. He then tilted his head.
“What?” you furrowed your eyebrows.
“You know one.” The Mandalorian stated. You paused.
Jedis were a sensitive topic, even all of these years later. You then shook your head slowly, swallowing dryly.
“I used to. Not anymore.” you spoke calmly. You looked down at your left arm, checking out your cut. Really, it was just an excuse to look anywhere but at the Mandalorian. “Good job with this. One might even think you have done this before.” you spoke playfully, staring down the details of his work. It still hurt like Dank Ferrik, but it had stopped bleeding, and was in a perfect condition to start healing properly.
“Used to? So, you could get in contact with her?” The Mandalorian kept going with the previous topic. You sighed, still looking down at your cut as you raised your hand to it, poking it to see how sore it felt. “Sorry, no. She’s uh-” you started, but you were quick to narrow your eyes as you realised something. You looked up at the Mandalorian, who still sat in the pilot’s chair in front of you.
“How do you know all this?”
“Your former bounty hunting partner was one. Word travels fast.”
“Not fast enough apparently. She’s dead.” you retorted sternly. You felt like the Mandalorian was quite loose with his assumptions – and frankly, you were getting tired of it. Your face had a serious expression on it, wishing to be as professional as possible in this setting.
All you really wanted was to go back home to your ship. Truth be told, every time you talked about Aeryn, a piece of your heart shattered. She had been so good for so long..
And then she turned just like that.
One day, she looked into the darkness and never came back.
There was nothing you could do to stop her – she was going to kill them. She would have killed them all if you hadn’t done what you did.
“y/n?-” Mando interrupted your thought process. You snapped back into focus. “How do you know so much about me, Mando?” you snapped. You were starting to feel claustrophobic. You needed to get off this ship.
The Mandalorian was quiet for a second, he then audibly inhaled. “You used to be a hunter, then you became a target, and then you returned to being a hunter again. That’s not the sort of thing that goes undetected.”
Your stomach turned as you heard your past summarised in such a simple way. In reality it was far, far more difficult.
You needed to change the subject.
“Did you ever hunt for me, then?” you asked, a slight smirk on your lips as you tried to defuse the tension. On the inside, your heart was beating like a drum.
“If I had, you would have known.” The Mandalorian looked at you as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but swallow dryly, sitting up in your chair to adjust the way you sat, feeling.. tense under his intense stare. Mando then let out a slight chuckle.
The Mandalorian had indeed never hunted for you. He didn’t really see the need. Back when you were wanted, there had been a lot more activity in the guild, and he hadn’t had a reason to choose you as one of his targets. You were notoriously good at hiding: disguising yourself as different people every now and then to get off the radar. It was too much of a hassle when he could simply hunt down several easy targets.
“So what do you want from me?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. You did not really see any reason to stay on this ship any longer than you had to. You had business elsewhere – people you had to meet.
“I want you to help me find a Jedi.” He kept staring at you.
“Sorry but I can’t help you.” you were quick to respond.
The Mandalorian was once again quiet for a moment. He really thought he had found someone to help him. He had realised who your former partner was when you had excused yourself earlier – and it had given him a false hope.
The Mandalorian felt hopeless about this. How was he going to help Grogu when he couldn't even find a Jedi?
Even though the Mandalorian had his mask on, it felt like you could sense his disappointment. It made your heart break, but you could not offer him something you could not provide.
You could not provide it yet anyways. You knew of a Jedi – but she was retired. You had to ask her before promising any Mandalorian of her services.
You needed to get off the ship, and forget about him. At least for the time being. You had important business to attend to.
“Listen. You can keep the full bounty, but please, just get me back to my ship.” you tried to plead with him, frowning ever so slightly as you realised you were breaking your own rules. You were being vulnerable and you did not like it.
You needed to go back to the planet where Aeryn came from. There were someone there you needed to see. You needed to explain to them what truly had happened to her.
The Mandalorian sighed, turning his chair back towards the control panel, and the journey back to your ship had begun.
………………………………
Now you stood on the ramp of his ship, looking towards the Mandalorian. He had flown you all the way to where your ship was docked, so it would sit right outside of the ramp.
“Thank you, Mando… for patching me up and stuff. I’m sorry I could not help you.”
The Mandalorian raised his hand to show you his palm, as if he was telling you ‘no worries’.
You chuckled, nodding once. “I’ll-uh.. I probably won’t be seeing you, considering that I never have before. But good luck on your journey.” You gave him a smile. “I mean it. I might not want to break the code myself, but hell, can’t one wish a rogue mandalorian good luck?”
The Mandalorian let out a breath – one that sounded an awful lot like a chuckle. “Thank you.” he nodded his head once.
You almost wanted to comment on his little chuckle, however, you decided not to. You clicked the button that would open the ramp, and stepped outside as it did.
However, when you did, you were met with quite the sight.
“My ship!” you yelled out in despair, running off the ramp and approaching your vehicle.
It looked to be in worse condition than Mando’s ship.
“Dank Ferrik..” The Mandalorian whispered to himself as he saw your ship. Were you really that reckless with your flying? Surely you couldn’t be – considering the fact that you seemed so surprised at the state of your ship.
“What the hell happened here?” you asked one of the people working at the dock, a desperate tone in your voice. The creature spoke another language back to you – something along the lines of “bad weather”
“This was not caused by bad weather. Half of my ship is wrecked-!” You responded.
Those bastards. Those lying little-
The creature then said something that you did not quite understand. “Sorry?” you furrowed your eyebrows.
“He said you need to get off his dock.” The Mandalorian responded loudly from his ramp, only so that you would hear him. You looked at the Mandalorian before snapping your head back towards the dock-owner. “What?” your voice dark, feeling your jaw tighten.
This was the last thing you needed.
The creature pointed towards a sign on the dock.
It was again in the alien language. You could only understand some of it verbally, but not in writing.
You then turned to look at the Mandalorian once more, a frown on your face.
“We are not responsible for any damage to your ship.” The Mandalorian read out loud for you.
Oh perfect. This was just perfect! You had a wrecked ship, an injured arm, you had lost your bounty and you were now also behind schedule. This was just turning out to be a pure dream.
“Fine.” you spoke, slightly higher pitched than you usually would.
You approached your ship, disappearing out of sight for both the owner of the dock and the Mandalorian.
He watched you as you disappeared into your ship. A short moment later it seemed as if you tried to start the engine, but it quickly died right afterwards.
The creature seemed to get angry at this, for he started squealing and groaning incoherently. The Mandalorian raised his hands as if to calm him. He shook his head and then turned to look at Grogu, who was standing by his side. “Stay.”
………………………………..
You were sitting at the metal floor right in the middle of your ship, your face buried in your palms. You were too busy trying to calm yourself down to even realise the Mandalorian had entered your ship.
“Where do you need to go?” he asked you.
You gasped, quickly getting up and straightening your stance. You did not need to be more vulnerable around the Mandalorian than you already had been.
“What?” you asked him.
“I’ll take you to where you need to go. There you can get a ship.” he explained, his tone seeming more genuine than upset. It didn't seem like he was offering you this because he felt like he had to. It felt like he did it out of the goodness of his heart.
No way.
“What do you want in return?” you furrowed your eyebrows – not angrily, but with a sense of suspicion there was a hidden agenda.
“Nothing.” The Mandalorian was quick to respond, his hands now resting on his hips.
His stance was absolutely beautiful – objectively speaking of course.
“..okay.” you spoke, sniffing after speaking. You hadn’t been crying, of course. Who cries after a bad day? Not you, definitely.
No, it was definitely you. You did cry before the Mandalorian entered your ship.
“I just need to bring some stuff.”
…………………………
One backpack and a few sniffles later, you had brought the most essential clothing you had – along with a blue poncho you owned which you just adored, your easily transportable weapons and some bounty pucks.
The Mandalorian made a quick trip to Aeryn’s former home planet, and he had also wanted to go into town with you when you got there. He needed some stuff for his next trip anyways, some food, something for Grogu, perhaps some fuel.
As Mando was landing the ship onto the planet, he had suddenly tensed up. “Is this planet usually so… foggy?”
“What?” you walked closer to the windows to get a closer look. Your heart dropping in your chest as you did – for what was once a green planet had now turned to dust. Everything was so grey. Everything was covered in darkness.
This wasn’t any fog. This was smoke.
“What the..” you mumbled to yourself, leaning as close to the window as you could while The Mandalorian focused on steering the ship in the thick smoke.
As you got closer to the ground, and as the ship got submerged into the greyness of the town – the inside of the ship suddenly started smelling like it. It smelled like the remains of a large fire.
Dank Ferrik. Aeryn’s family. Her friends.
You had to go find them.
Silence fell over the ship as he landed it. You were too deep in your thoughts to say anything, and the Mandalorian was far too focused on landing safely. The only sounds were Grogu’s eventual coos, the beeps of the control panel and the rumble from the working engine.
The ship was barely on the ground before you had opened the ramp and ran out in pursuit of Aeryn’s family. You were met by a cloud of thick smoke, and immediately your lungs felt as if they closed off. You coughed, almost gagging as you ran through it. You pulled up the sleeve of your right arm and covered your mouth with it, trying to filter the air even in the slightest.
“Y/n-!” The Mandalorian yelled out after you as he realised you had gone out into the smoke. “Dank Ferrik-”
He pointed at Grogu “Stay.” He ordered before finding his blaster, running out after you.
Sure, The Mandalorian acted recklessly sometimes as well, but hell, at least he had a helmet to filter his breathing. It didn’t work perfectly in these extreme conditions, but it worked better than a piece of clothing ever could.
“Elora?!... Serina?!” you cried out as you ran through the smoke, trying to locate yourself and map out where in the city you were. As you came close to the buildings you could recognise your position, but you could not tell which way was which.
The Mandalorian managed to follow you because of your voice.
However if he managed to follow you from your voice, then anyone else could as well.
Neither of you had any idea what had happened here. Neither of you knew if this was done purposefully. The Mandalorian feared that it was – and you did not need to go around and announce that you were still alive.
“y/n!” the Mandalorian whispered out loudly and sternly as he finally reached you, grabbing your arms from behind and turning you around – not harshly, but with a determined move. “What!” you snapped back at him, staring up into the visor of his helmet.
Despite the fact that you had not known each other for too long, you found that you felt you already knew the man.
“You need to stay calm.” The Mandalorian responded.
The man was not unfamiliar with dangerous circumstances. Neither were you.
You simply needed to put your heads together and-
“Y/n-!” a voice in the distance cried out. Before The Mandalorian had time to react, you had twisted out of his grasp and started running towards the cry. Your feet could barely carry you anymore, and your breathing was getting hoarse. Your eyes were burning from the smoke, but it was clearing up. The smoke was getting thinner and thinner.
The voice kept crying out, and as you finally reached it you stumbled onto the ground where the owner of the voice was laying.
It was another woman your age. Elora, one of Aeryn’s old friends – and perhaps more importantly, the woman who had trained Aeryn.
Elora was a Jedi. A strong one at that-
“Elora-” you whispered as you observed the state she was in. She was bleeding – a large wound through her shoulder causing her to lose a lot of blood.
The woman was pale – paler than normal and that blush that she usually carried on the apples of her cheeks were now replaced by blood and dust.
“Elora what happened?” you asked, placing your hand onto her shoulder to try to stop the bleeding. The woman’s eyelids were visibly getting heavy. “Elora-!” you used your other hand to gently tap her cheek, attempting to keep her awake.
Elora suddenly inhaled sharply, grabbing onto your shirt and pulling you closer.
“She- Ah- is-” Elora tried to speak, but her voice was but a whisper and barely comprehendible. “Who?” You responded as calmly as you managed, rather wishing to soothe her than to discomfort her.
“Aeryn.” she whispered.
You frowned, shaking your head. Elora must have lost too much blood at this point.
“She’s not here.” you whispered back, you used the hand you had tapped her cheek with to now stroke it.
“Yes-! y/n.. Aeryn is alive.”
Your body froze.
Elora must have lost way too much blood. Right?
“What?” you asked, looking down into her eyes as Elora looked so desperately into yours.
“She did this-”
You felt panic take over you as Elora spoke those words – but you attempted to stay calm for the time being. For Elora.
“What? Elora, we need to get you stitched up, you’re losing a lot of-” you started, lifting your hand that was now covered in blood. “Y/n listen! I don’t have a lot of time.” Elora interrupted you, but you shook your head. “Yes- you can’t-” you felt a thick lump in your throat as you spoke.
“Y/n, listen. You know her better than anyone ever has..” Elora began, staring into your eyes to make sure you listened and comprehended. “You need to stop her. She wasn’t just after me.. Aeryn wants revenge.”
The lump in your throat now turned into a bolder.
The grip Elora had on your shirt slowly got weaker and weaker, and her eyelids got heavy. She slowly relaxed, closing her eyes.”Save them.” she whispered hoarsely.
“Elora??” you raised your voice, moving your free hand to shake her.
She did not respond.
You closed your eyes, sitting up straight with your back, your knees underneath you onto the cold ground.
You tried to catch your breath.
This was something you had wished you never had to witness again, and here you were – witnessing it.
You knew what you had to do. You knew what your duty was.
You felt the presence of the Mandalorian behind you.
“Y/n..” the Mandalorian spoke, his voice soft and comforting through the modulator of his helmet.
“...if you help me stop her, I will help you find a Jedi.”
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Masterlist
Hello! Here’s my masterlist for my fanfic/imagine writing! There isn’t a lot yet, but I will update it as I go! It’s also a little bit so that I can keep track of my fics XD
GAME OF THRONES:
SERIES:
Petyr X reder and Oberyn X reader:
Lannisters Always Pay Their Debt (Series, Unfinished):
When you, a Lannister, return to King’s Landing after being in the battlefield for years, you must learn how to deal with the politics and trickery of the capitol. Will you learn how to play the game?
Part I,
Part II,
STAR WARS / MANDALORIAN
SERIES:
Mandalorian / Din Djarin X reader:
Bounty Thief (Series, Unfinished)
You meet The Mandalorian at a bar in lord knows where and quickly fall into an argument with him – who truly caught the target lying in front of the two of you?
Part I,
Part II
THE HOBBIT / LOTR
SERIES:
Troublemaker (Series, Unfinished)
Reader is the princess of one of the company's stops to Erebor. Being a lady that is bored of the life in her small village, she finds that Thorin's company is a breath of fresh air. What will happen when she tries to hide her identity from the company?
Part I
HCS:
How the company would react to you being hormonal
Joining the quest to reclaim Erebor
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Bounty Thief - Part I
Din Djarin X Reader / Mandalorian X Reader
Summary: You meet The Mandalorian at a bar in lord knows where and quickly fall into an argument with him – who truly caught the target lying in front of the two of you?
Warnings: Violence, some sexual comments, attempt to spike a drink, throwing up
Authors notes: Hello my friends! This is my first ever Mandalorian fic! Do let me know if you wish to be tagged in future chapters! Have a wonderful read <3
Link to Part II
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“Are you reserving this spot?”
You were at a bar in god knows where. It was packed, species of all sorts drinking and dancing together like it was their last time. The live music was loud, and the spirits were high. The entire city's spirits were high – seeing as this was the last night of the year for this planet. It was their new year's celebration.
You didn’t really pay attention to which planet you had landed on earlier that day, your entire focus laying on the bounty puck and the fob that kept telling you that you were getting close to your target. It was an ordinary case – nothing out of the usual, nothing more difficult than the others. The only issue with this one was the crowd around you.
You liked doing your work discreetly. Quiet.
Many around the galaxy knew your name, and knew of your skills in the field of catching criminals – so your issue wasn’t that you didn’t want your cover to get blown, no, you simply did not want there to be any collateral damage.
If your targets ever recognized you, they’d start running, so you would simply start chasing. It happened more often than you would like to admit – you had gotten quite the reputation – but still, they never really escaped. There might be a few that escaped for a couple of hours, but they never escaped for much longer than that.
The man you had approached at the bar looked you up and down, scanning your figure before letting a smirk creep up on his expression. “Only for you.” He responded. Blergh.
Blade Alaric – mostly known for his assassination of the president and almost an entire village on a planet far away from this one. If that wasn’t bad enough – his crimes on this planet was not a one time occurrence, having done this several places, taking out leaders and innocent people in the most gruesome manners. He had been caught several times by the authorities in the smaller cities, only to break out and disappear to a new planet.
He knew his way around a knife – hence his nickname – and he had no mercy for whoever stood on the opposite side of it. He was wanted for a good amount of credits, so he was most likely a popular target amongst your fellow bounty hunters. He was a man that looked like a villain, so he had lived up to his facade.
He had white shoulder-length hair, fair skin and a right eye that had no pupil, no iris, just white. It was quite an uncomfortable sight. He had scars all over his neck, and his ears were shaped like that of an elf– pointy and tall.
You smiled a sweet smile, taking the spot on the floor next to Blade. He was standing by the bar, simply having a few drinks for himself in solitude before he would move on to the next town. He turned his posture towards you, leaning his left elbow on the counter as he stared at you. He smirked.
Ew.
You giggled, tucking away a strand of hair that had fallen out of your braided up-do. It was easiest to have your hair up when you were working.
“What?” You asked innocently, looking at him with doe-eyes. Being a woman in this profession you found that it was easier to lure your victims rather than to intimidate them as a first. They were easier to catch that way.
“..You are a gorgeous creature.” he spoke slowly. Okay, so the man was quite upfront. Flirtatious with a hint of “I can kill you” – just the type of man you liked to catch…. For your employers, obviously, not for yourself.
You faked yet another giggle, shaking your head as you shyly looked down at the floor. “You flatter me.” you responded softly before then gazing back up into his eyes. “A lady like yourself deserves flattery – what, don't the men on your home planet know manners?” he asked, getting eye contact with the bartender. He gestured with his right hand, holding up two fingers. He was buying you drinks.
Crap. You didn’t like drinking while on the clock.
“I don’t know... Do you know them?” You retorted playfully, raising your eyebrows as you smiled amusedly.
That man wouldn't know manners if it kneed him in the groin.
He chuckled, obviously not knowing your plans for him. He merely thought you were a woman with a... funny sense of humor. Well, your humor didn't matter, now did it? His plans for you didn’t really involve talking.
“I do… But I can forget about them if you want me to.” He responded with a smirk, giving the bartender a glance as two drinks were placed in front of you. “For you.” he placed his hand around your glass, pushing it over to you. The glass left a trail behind it as condensation ran down the sides of the glass. You observed his hand before smiling kindly at him. “That’s my favourite.. How did you know?” you played with him. You needed time to figure out how to do this.
You didn’t even fucking know what was in the glass. It was.. Blue?
Looked poisonous to you. Not in the sense that you would die if you drank it – but in the sense that you would end up with your head buried in a bucket, holding back your hair.
“A magician never reveals his secrets.” he responded in a low, almost husky voice. Blade then gestured for your braids, his left hand over your drink as he did. “I like your braids-” he said, attempting to distract you with his hand gestures. You, however, observed his movements, seeing him slip a white powder into your drink. The powder had rested in his sleeve, ready to fall out as he tilted it over her glass.
That was the last fucking straw.
You were quick to grab your knife from the holster on your thigh, shoving it down on the countertop and catching the textile of his shirt on the way, locking him to the counter with your knife.
He furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to comprehend what happened, he glanced down at his locked down arm before then looking over at you. He chuckled. “Baby, you don’t-” he started, but you did not want to hear it.
You grabbed your second knife – a smaller one from your inner thigh, pushing it against his throat. You did not hurt him – but it did brush against him. It was enough for him to feel uncomfortable.
“Listen here, you bastard – You are going to come outside with me without a fight.. and you’re going to stand still as I cuff you, or I swear to god, I will not hesitate to have my knife against your throat be the last thing you ever feel.” you whispered to him, your faces merely inches apart.
It was all a lie.
You couldn’t kill him – it was a part of your contract – but you had no intention of making him feel safe or comfortable enough to think you wouldn’t. You hated this man – and that was only from spending two minutes with him. You had no plans of breaking your contract, seeing as you desperately needed the credits – but when he tried to drug you…. that’s when it became personal.
Blade smirked, looking down at your lips before looking into your eyes. He paused for a second, wetting his lips. “Sure thing, doll.” He whispered back. He leant his face closer to yours, his lips parted. “I do like being cuffed.” he added, forcing you to reveal a face of disgust. “Ugh- Get up-” you commanded him, letting off some pressure from the knife so that he could move.
However, as you did lighten the pressure, he managed to grab your forearm with his free hand, twisting you around so that you had your back to him. He held your own hand against your throat, the one holding the knife.
You widened your eyes, breathing heavily as you considered what to do. Think, think, think.
Oh. Of course.
You rolled your eyes as you realised the obvious, dropping the knife in your hand, getting it away from your throat before knocking the back of your head into his face, straight into his nose.
The man stumbled back, but not far seeing as his arm was still locked onto the counter. He clutched his face with his free hand, holding into it for a few seconds before removing it, taking a look into his palm. It was now covered in red.
His nose was bleeding.
The live music was still playing – and the people around you were still dancing and drinking. Ignorance was truly bliss.
You turned around to look at Blade, chuckling as you saw he was stuck. The sweet sight of him struggling with something as pathetic as a knife in his shirt truly had you distracted for a second, revelling as you admired your work.
Blade grinded his teeth together, furrowing his eyebrows as he felt your mockery make its way through his bones. No way in hell would you get away with that. He would make sure of it.
Blade grabbed the knife that had his shirt pinned down, and before you could act, he had pulled it out of the countertop and launched himself over you, knocking you both down on the floor.
Your back hit the hardwood floor, and so did your head. The dizziness that came with the crash was blurred out as you suddenly had bigger things to worry about.
As gravity pushed both of you down, Blade had managed to lodge the knife into your upper arm, falling on top of it and burying it deeper than you would prefer to have a knife into your arm.
Preferably you would have no knives in your arm, but hey, life wasn’t perfect.
You gritted your teeth together, your back arching as you tried to keep yourself from screaming. Every muscle in your body felt like it cramped up as you tried to distract yourself from the pain. Fuck. The last time you had been stabbed so badly was in Coruscant – and that wasn’t even half as deep as this was. You could have sworn, only by the feel of it, that the knife had gone through your arm.
Blade towered over you, straddling your waist to keep you down. He watched you writhe and wince, trying to toss and turn in the pain you felt. The man shook his head, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth in a disapproving manner. “This’ll teach you to laugh at me, princess.” he growled, grabbing the handle of the knife.
This sent another wave of hot pain through your nerves. This time, however, you could not hold in the screaming anymore. You let out a sharp and quick cry, quickly biting your teeth together. If this job had taught you anything, it was that crying was something you could do in your own free time. Pain could always be felt later, but if you let it distract you during a fight, you would be done for.
Blade smirked as he heard your wince, yanking the knife out of your arm, forcing you to recoil, instinctually pressing your body into the ground, away from the knife. Blade lifted the sharp metal ever so dramatically over his head, preparing to attack.
As you automatically pinched your eyes shut, you prepared yourself to feel the pain of your own knife enter your chest.
But it never did.
You opened your eyes as you heard the man above you grit his teeth together, groaning in pain. His body jerked, shaking in almost a frozen position.
He seemed to be getting electrocuted, but you immediately knew that your guess was wrong – seeing as he was in contact with you, and you felt nothing.
He fell over to the side, freeing you from his grasp.
You furrowed your eyebrows as confusion fell over you. Your eyes went to Blade before quickly scooting up, sitting and turning your head to whoever had ‘electrocuted’ your target.
A tall, armoured man stood a few meters away, holding what you could only assume to be some sort of stun-gun. He was wearing an armour of the shiniest metal you had seen in your life. It was practically a mirror, if you saw past the few specks of dirt and dust that coated it.
It was a windy and dusty planet, so that’s to be expected.
You had never seen any armour just like his in your life. It was gorgeous, and it seemed to fit the man underneath it perfectly. The man had the broadest and most gorgeous build you had seen in any armour. It made him look like a warrior. As you scanned the details of his suit, you slowly made your way up to his face– well, the lack of one.
The stranger wore a helmet; a black visor and the same steel as the rest of his armour surrounded his head.
He was a Mandalorian.
You sighed.
The fucking audacity he had to take away your target like that.
“I had that under control.” you snapped, clapping your hands together as if you dusted them off, pushing them against the floor to stand up. Your left arm- the one you had injured – gave in slightly as you put pressure on it, but the adrenaline from the fight, and the need to get your target onto your ship helped you push that to the back of your mind.
“Did you?” The Mandalorian responded, no humour in his voice. His voice was dark and rather comforting through his helmet. Well, it would have been if you didn’t find him to be incredibly rude.
You tilted your head at the man’s response, chuckling. You could not believe that you were bickering with a Mandalorian. “Uh- yes, I did.” you responded, the ‘uh’ simply being a matter-of-factly tone, not one of uncertainty.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get going.” You said as you looked at the beskar-armoured man. You inhaled sharply, shaking your head as you crouched down, using your right hand to grab the cuffs hanging around your belt and moving to handcuff Blade. You were not in the mood to argue. You had just been stabbed, you had almost lost a fight to someone who was considered an “easy” target and said target had also been a pathological flirt. It was a fucking rough night.
There was a pause. No one spoke. The music and dancing around you became more apparent as you didn’t focus on the conversation.
Apparently someone being stabbed and electrocuted didn’t interrupt their new years eve party.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The dark voice interrupted the pause. You smirked to yourself as you worked the cuffs on the now-unconscious man laying on the ground. “I’m cuffing my target. What? First day on the job?” You asked him sarcastically, not turning to look at the man. You had a feeling that he was giving you a rather intimidating stare.
You sighed as you finished cuffing him, moving to his arms and pulling on them, attempting to lift the man. He plopped down on the floor again as your hands slipped. Ouch. He would probably get a bump on his head from that one.
“Need any help?” The same voice asked, and you swore you could hear him cross his arms where he stood behind you. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your head to look at the Mandalorian – you were right, his arms were crossed. “No. Thank you. I’ve got this.” Your thanks was very much not genuine, and it was apparent in your tone. You tugged on Blade’s arms again, attempting to pull him along – however, your arms were far too weak, especially seeing as only your right arm was fully intact.
This is why you always made sure your targets were conscious. They were always way too heavy to carry to your ship.
“Much like you had that fight under control?” he retorted, and you heard heavy footsteps approach you under the loud music.
What was his deal? Did he think he could wear a fancy helmet and just claim everyone's bounty?
“Mando, I’ve-” you started through gritted teeth, but the Mandalorian did not pay any attention to your words. He picked up your target and flung him over his shoulder like it was the easiest thing in the world. He ignored you as you let out a sound of disapproval – one that sounded more like a “eh-” than any actual words, turning his heels and leaving the sound of heavy footsteps as he approached the exit of the bar.
You stood there for a second, your lips parted and eyebrows furrowed as you tried to comprehend what just happened.
That guy just fucking stole your bounty.
“Excuse me-!” you yelled after the Mandalorian, setting off in a high pace to catch up with him – not fully walking but not exactly running either. You held onto your stab-wound, putting pressure on it to keep it from bleeding more than it had to.
As the two of you exited the bar, the world around you had gotten dark and street lamps were now casting a golden shine across the dusty ground. The streets were filled with drunken creatures – many of them having been thrown out from the bars already. “Hello? Mister Mandalorian??” you added once more, your tone giving away your rather negative feelings about this situation.
He kept walking, not paying you any attention. “What.” he spoke simply, making his way towards his ship.
He had heard of you before – y/n y/l/n. He had heard tales of your work and adventures; how you caught bounties faster than many of the hunters in the business, how you had apparently been on the wrong side of the authorities for a while until you had handed them enough criminals to pay your debt, and how you had a very fine set of skills in the art of spying – being able to follow and track your targets for ages without ever getting caught … However, what the mandalorian had never heard of, was your stubbornness.
“That is my target.” you snapped, following the man as he made his way through the streets. From time to time you caught glimpses of some drunk men on the streets, either throwing up or getting into fights with each other. You furrowed your eyebrows, wishing to leave this area as soon as possible.
“I believe I was the one to catch him.” He simply responded, making you exhale sharply, laughing at his ridiculous logic. “I would have caught him seconds after you if you had not interrupted.” you held onto the side of your upper-arm as you followed him, pressing onto the wound as you felt the blood pouring out of it. You let out a deep breath. “You know it’s against the code to steal someone’s bounty.”
“I am not stealing anything. I caught him.” The Mandalorian kept his pace up, his voice seeming to remain as steady as ever. He truly was not going to budge, was he?
As the alleyways got smaller, the lights got darker. This was definitely not a safe area to walk around in when it was dark, but you were fixated on following the Mandalorian till he actually responded properly to you.
As you walked through the dark alley, you suddenly bumped into a dumpster, your wounded arm taking most of the hit. You inhaled sharply through gritted teeth, making your grasp around the wound even tighter. The Mandalorian stopped without notice, making you bump straight into his back as well. You let out an “oof” as you did, taking a few steps back to look up at the helmeted man as he turned around to look at you.
“Are you badly wounded?” he asked – no emotion in his tone, simply a question. He had seen you were injured by the target, but he hadn’t registered how bad it truly was.
He seemed to be a very straight to the point kind of man. Things weren’t complicated with him, he seemed to look at the world as very black and white.
You held onto the wound, looking up at the man in front of you. “No..” you spoke. However, your white, long sleeved shirt that was now drenched with blood on its left sleeve said the opposite. The Mandalorian’s helmet clearly tilted down, looking at your arm before turning his head back to you – you could not tell if he was simply that physically expressive, or if he did it to show you where he was looking.
“Oh, this old thing? He may have stabbed me very deeply.” You corrected yourself in a sarcastic tone.
If there was one thing you did not need to do in this situation, was to appear weak. You really needed the credits from this mission – and you would not let some Mandalorian take it from you.
He sighed, holding onto the unconscious man that hung over his shoulder. “Do you have medical equipment on your ship?” he asked. “Yes, I do.” you lied once more without hesitating this time.
It was all gone. You had used all your medical equipment on your last mission, after being beaten up by some questionable woman who had stolen a pretty important artefact from some questionable people. The bounty hunting business was a questionable one, to say the least.
You had caught the woman in the end, but only after obtaining some pretty painful cuts on your back, shoulders and thighs.
“You don’t, do you?” The mandalorian had seen right through your lie. “Yes, I do. Now, Would you mind handing me my target?” you changed the subject, your patience running low as well as your blood.
“You won’t be able to get him to your ship.” he responded, gesturing to your arm once again.
“What, so you’re not going to let me have him because I got stabbed?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. “That seems a little discriminatory if you ask me.” you added, tilting your head at him. You wanted to place your hands on your hips to give him a little sassy pose, but the literal gash wound on your arm kept you from doing so.
The mandalorian looked at you for a few seconds, scanning you to see if you had any other injuries. He took a deep breath. “You can have 20 percent of the credits.” he tried to please you with a ridiculously low number.
Oh please.
“20 percent? That’s rather insulting.” Was this man insane? You were the one who got Blade into a position for the mandalorian to stun him anyways. “50.” You retorted, taking a few steps towards him.
“That seems a little steep.” He responded, glaring down at you as you approached him. You knew that the helmet did not change expressions, but sometimes you felt like you could tell when he scowled at you.
“I did half the work!” you snapped, lifting your arms thoughtlessly as the frustration of this conversation got to you. You immediately winced, crouching down as you grasped your arm again to put pressure on the wound. You swore to yourself, gritting your teeth as you breathed sharply.
“Woah- stay still.” Mando took a few steps towards you, as if he was preparing to catch you in the event that you pass out from the blood loss. You stayed in your slight crouch, breathing heavily as you tried to keep your head cold. You were starting to feel nauseated from the blood-loss. The cut had probably gotten a bit too deep, and a bit too close to an artery.
Standing in front of a mandalorian and begging him to give him back your target was embarrassing enough. But this? Standing crouched, nauseous and weak in front of him? This was just straight up a nightmare. “You know what? It’s fine. Have your full bounty – I need to get back.” You groaned as you stood, turning your back to the man before starting to walk in the opposite direction. You could find credits somewhere else, but your dignity was not something you were willing to give up. You had a reputation to upkeep.
The mandalorian watched your sorry excuse of a dignified exit. You'd probably pass out in a ditch somewhere on your way back to your ship. You’d probably bleed out, or get an infection in the wound and get sick because of it. Mando understood you didn’t have medical equipment on your ship – he knew that much.
You might be good at lying to criminals, but your attempt at lying to him about your medical resources was horrible.
The mandalorian looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath. It was part of the code to not kill another bounty hunter. He wasn’t directly killing you if you left, but indirectly, he would be responsible if something should happen to you because of that cut. He couldn’t just leave you.
Well, truth be told, you were leaving him.
But Mando knew he could not let you leave in the state you were in. You wouldn’t make it back to your ship in time anyways. One bounty hunter to another – he had a feeling that you were of the good kind. Helping you wouldn’t be to save him from having a bad conscience – it would just be to save you, for you seemed to deserve it.
“...I’ll give you forty percent and I’ll stich you up.” The Mandalorian spoke out loud, giving you his last offer as he kept his gaze on the sky. The offer fell out of him somewhat reluctantly, knowing that he should refrain from inviting strangers to his ship.. Seeing as Grogu was there and all.
You stopped in your tracks. You didn’t turn around just yet – you simply stood there, processing his words.
The bounty for this target was quite big… and forty percent would still be better pay than you were used to getting for her smaller jobs.
Plus, the mandalorian would stitch you up – something that you had not really been looking forward to doing yourself seeing as... well, you didn’t have any medical equipment as of right now..
You turned your heels, facing the stranger. You didn’t say anything for a few seconds, your eyes narrow as you pretended to evaluate his words.
You may have liked the offer, but you didn’t wish to come off as desperate.
You always met the world with a mask on – never revealing too much about yourself. You needed to come across as a tough bounty hunter, one that never let her targets go and always had eyes in the back of her neck.
But honestly, it was hard work, and seeing as it took up most of your time – it was lonesome work. You had kept mostly to yourself after you split ways with your hunting partner all those years ago. Dank Farrik, it was getting close to being five years ago.
“Do you know how to sanitise wounds as well?” you snapped out of your thoughts, going back to reality.
Why. the. Fuck. would you ask that? You were literally desperate.
The mandalorian almost visibly raised his eyebrows at your question, tilting his head, knowing just as well as you that you had no other choice but to accept his offer. He decided to play along, correcting his stance so that his head was in an upright position once more. He nodded. “I do, yes.”
“Deal.” You were quick to accept, walking towards the Mandalorian, prepared to follow him to his ship. You knew you needed to get this wound treated, and you needed it fast. The blood-loss was getting to your head.
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“Get it out.” The mandalorian encouraged you, patting your back awkwardly as you leant over a bucket he had provided for you. You had become quite nauseated after seeing your wound up-close.
You had gotten back to his ship, cutting off the sleeve of your shirt with your smaller knife to prepare it for Mando. However, the moment you had seen how deep the cut was, you had immediately gone pale.
Yes, you had been beaten and stabbed before. You had seen a fair share of blood in your lifetime. But this cut was just… disgusting.
The Mandalorian had entered the room with his medical kit, starting to explain to you what he was going to do. “So I need you to- uh… you okay?”
Upon seeing you, he had immediately stopped in his tracks, gazing down at you where you sat on the floor, pale as a sheet, staring into the air as you steadied your breath. You were leaning against the metal wall, your hair had become messy from sliding down the wall to sit.
So, fast forward, you were now holding tightly onto a bucket that the Mandalorian had insisted on you taking, throwing up as you couldn’t quite stomach the sight of the gash in your arm.
You coughed, and Mando nodded, staring in the other direction as he patted your back two more times. You had not asked for him to do so, but you supposed it was an act of kindness and sympathy from the man. Perhaps he had been in the same position before.
You doubted it. Mandalorians were probably used to seeing wounds all the time.
“I’m- sorry.” you whispered into the bucket after throwing up the last time, shaking your head. Mando shook his head firmly. Despite this rather intimate moment, comforting you as you were more vulnerable than you would ever like to be in front of someone, the mandalorian kept up his formality. “Don’t be. It’s a nasty cut...ah.” He was quick to regret his words as you suddenly coughed once more, throwing up again at the mere thought of the gash on your arm. He cursed himself internally, letting out a sharp breath.
Why had he chosen those words? He could simply have said ‘no worries’, or ‘don’t be’ – but no, he just had to remind you of your cut. He wanted to slap himself. Mando needed to get you cleaned up and stitched fairly soon – the tourniquet he had wrapped around your arm as you threw up would be okay for a while, but the sooner he got it done properly, the better.
“If you want to lower the chance of infection, I need to start stitching now.” The mandalorian spoke calmly but firmly, his hand still on your upper-back. Maybe if he put a bit of pressure on you, you’d manage to control yourself for a few minutes.
You were a smart woman, and you had been in plenty of dangerous situations before – the mandalorian could even wager that you had been in life-death situations before, with your level of experience. You must’ve known how to keep your head cold enough to stay still while he stitched up your wound.
“Do you think you can keep still for a few minutes?” he kept his left hand on your back as he leant over to where he had put down his medical kit. He grabbed it, bringing it over to him and placing it down on his thighs.
You coughed once more, spitting into the bucket. Thank god your hair was tied up already. The shower in your ship didn’t really have fantastic water-pressure, so you tried to avoid getting your hair dirty – an attempt to be as hygienic as you could with what you had.
You just felt really bad about throwing up in a Mandalorian’s ship. It’s not like you had thrown up anywhere but in the bucket; seeing as Mando had seen your pale skin the moment he entered the room and insisted you take the bucket. It was just awkward, and embarrassing – and definitely not the first impression you wanted to make when you first saw him.
“Yeah-” you spit once more into the bucket, nodding as you sat up. You looked at the side of the bucket, knowing the mandalorian had placed a glass of water there – it was originally for you to have when you got your stitches, but it worked perfectly now that you had been sick. You picked it up with your right hand, turning your head to the Mandalorian that sat on a chair next to you. You were sat on the metal floor, the bucket in front of you.
You lifted the glass a bit higher, as if you were doing a toast. “To good health.” you raspily voiced, bringing the glass to your lips, taking a small sip.
Your humor was a coping mechanism, to say it like that. It was an easy way to express what you were thinking about without getting too deep into it.
Ever since her, it had been difficult for you to open up to strangers.
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SIX YEARS AGO
NEVARRO
“Aeryn, we won’t be able to find anything here. Let’s just move on.” you pleaded with your friend to find new missions on another planet. Nevarro was not your territory – and to be completely honest – it was boring.
“Y/n, no. We’ve searched through and through – let’s just give this place a chance.” Aeryn, your dear friend and long-term associate tried to reason with you, only earning her an eye-roll and a sigh. “They say to speak to a man named Greef Karga.”
You scanned your surroundings as you tried to settle where the cantina most likely was. “I’ll do the talking.” you turned your head to look at your ginger-haired friend. “You revoked your talking card when we spoke to that last one.” your lips curved into a small smile – one that your friend reciprocated and could not help but crack a laugh at. “Hey, he asked for it.” Aeryn defended herself, making you shake your head and chuckle. “He really, really didn’t, Aeryn.”
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PRESENT TIME
THE RAZOR CREST
You inhaled sharply through gritted teeth as the Mandalorian sanitised your wound, flinching at his touch. The Mandalorian was unfazed by this, merely keeping his other hand grasped around your arm under the wound, keeping you firmly in place.
He wasn’t harsh about it – and he had asked if it was okay that he did so.
“Stay still.” his smooth voice filtered through his helmet – you could have sworn if he ever told you a bedtime story then you would have fallen asleep in an instant. At the moment though, that was probably a bad idea… but it was very inviting to just shut your eyes for a moment-
“Hey- stay awake.” The mandalorian commanded you once more as he had seen you shut your eyes. You opened them slowly, blinking a few times.
You were behaving like a child – throwing up, falling asleep, and flinching when he merely sanitised your wound. Perhaps you had turned off your brain, knowing that the Mandalorian took care of you. Normally you kept your head cold, fixing everything yourself and making sure that you made all the steps necessary to insure your wounds were as clean and stitched up as they could be.
But now that someone was doing it all for you – correction, now that someone had insisted they do it for you – you found yourself more relaxed than you had in a while, inviting your body to sleep, your jaw to unclench and your shoulders to lower.
“Sorry.” you whispered, swallowing dryly. You stared down at your lap, biting down your teeth to focus on anything but the injury on your arm.
It did not take long for you to get distracted from it. A baby’s coo made its way through the ship, and you could have sworn for a second that you were going insane.
“What was that?” your head shot up, looking around. You were on the ground floor of the ship – the sounds seeming to come from upstairs, where the cockpit was.
The Mandalorian paused, hesitating for a moment before saying. “What was what?” he asked.
Dank Ferrik. The Mandalorian really shouldn’t let you see Grogu. You seemed to be a good person and all – but he didn’t know you. For all he knew, you would report his whereabouts to the authorities, leading Moff Gideon, and any other hunter that was after him, straight onto his heels.
“I thought I heard-” you started, your eyes darting between the different places in the room where the sound could have come from. You chuckled, shaking your head as you leaned back your head. “Nevermind.” you responded, closing your eyes as you heard Mando inhale before continuing to cleanse the wound.
“Don’t you think it’s clean?” you spoke through gritted teeth, knowing that clenching your jaw was the only way to let out your pain at the moment. “No. Not yet.” he responded.
Truth was that you had gotten something into the wound – your knife must have been dirty. He did not bother to explain this to you, knowing that you might get sick again from hearing it.
As he sat with his helmet close to your arm, having moved closer to get a better view, he suddenly felt his heart drop into his stomach as he saw a familiar figure in his peripheral vision.
Grogu.
There he stood, walking towards you with his hand reached up into the air, his eyes set on your injury. The Mandalorian turned his head to look at him before looking at you, who still had your head leaned back.
He turned his head back to Grogu, shaking his head at him. Mando firmly pointed towards his bedroom, trying to tell Grogu to leave without actually saying so.
Grogu did not listen, he simply kept walking towards you with his eyes fixed on the gash. “No-!” Mando quickly stood up and grabbed Grogu, turning towards you and holding Grogu behind his back as you opened your eyes, lifting your head to look at the Mandalorian.
“What??” you asked, a hint of concern laced in your tone. Your initial thought was that something had happened while he worked on your injury, so you couldn’t exactly not worry.
Mando stood still for a moment. An “Uh-” fell out of his lips. He had not been prepared for this.
“I just realised that I haven’t offered you anything to eat. Are you hungry?” he asked, trying to keep his tone as steady as it always was – but you sensed there was a bit of nervousness intertwined in it.
You narrowed your eyes ever so slightly – not deliberately, but because you tried to puzzle out what he was hiding. He had not just screamed out because he hadn’t offered you food. The Mandalorian was considerate, sure, but he hadn’t even screamed out when you almost bled out on the street – there was no way he would do it if you hadn’t been offered food during your ten minute stay.
“I’m fine. Thank you.” you responded calmly, yet firmly. You watched him, noticing his hands were behind his back – a stance that you had not once seen him in during the hour you had known each other.
“What’s behind your back?” you asked in yet another calm tone.
Outed. The Mandalorian widened his eyes under his helmet, trying to keep his breaths quiet despite that they were becoming more rapid.
“Nothing.”
Grogu cooed.
You raised your eyebrows, but your expression stayed indifferent – an expression that showed Mando that you knew you caught him in a lie.
“Really?” You asked, lowering your eyebrows to furrow them. You stood up, cocking your head to the side as you took slow steps to approach the mandalorian. “Then hold out your hands.” you challenged him as you came to a halt just about one meter in front of him.
You could only assume that you shared eye-contact with him for a few seconds, as his head was pointed back at you and you looked directly into the black of his helmet. None of you said anything.
“Mando. What’s behind your back?” you asked once again, firmly, your eyes did not falter.
Normally you would not have been this nosy to someone who had been so kind as to help you with an injury – but you could tell this particular Mandalorian had something to hide; and he seemed to want to hide it especially from you.
If it had not been important - he would not have been so timid.
Grogu coed once more, laughing from behind Mandos' back. The mandalorian’s head dropped, looking down onto the ground as if he was admitting defeat, sighing deeply. Grogu had really just found the worst timing possible to be in a playful mood.
The mandalorian brought Grogu to his front again, revealing him to you as his eyes were fixated on your expressions. This was a dangerous game that he was playing.. Considering that he had no idea if you were one to trust at all.
As you laid eyes on the green creature, you immediately realised why the Mandalorian had been so adamant on hiding it.
And to be completely honest, you wished you had not asked.
The child in front of you was a fugitive – and so was the man holding it. You knew a mandalorian had broken the code and kept one of the targets as he fled from the authorities – but you had not been aware it was this particular mandalorian.
Your heart raced in your chest as you considered what to do. Should you ask him about this? Maybe it was a misunderstanding – maybe he wasn’t the Mandalorian you had heard of. Who were you trying to fool – of course it was. Maybe you should run? Running seemed like a good idea. Yeah. Your wound was mostly clean now anyways – maybe you could stitch it up yourself in your ship. You didn’t have medical tools but you did have needles and thread for your garments.
All that you knew is that you could not have anything to do with this: not with any fugitives of the law, and not someone who had the force.
That’s what you had heard, anyways, from the stories that were whispered around – the child had the powers of a Jedi.
You did not have a… particularly good past with Jedis.
You stood there for a few seconds, watching the child as it looked up at you with the most adorable smile you had ever seen. It was merely a child.. smiling, good hearted, innocent.
Your eyes darted from it to the man holding the child, staring at him for a few seconds, trying to ease your breaths as they were becoming quite heavy. You stayed completely still.
Then you ran.
You turned on your heels and ran towards the ramp of the crest as quickly as you could, your heart racing in your chest and your mind a complete blank – all you knew is that you had to get out and away.
The Mandalorian was quick, though. He put down the child and bolted after you, grabbing the back of your shirt and tugging, pulling you back. He didn’t want to hurt you, and he kept caution of your wound – but he could not let you expose him and Grogu to anyone. He would not set Grogu in danger.
You let out a groan as he dragged you back, turning around in his grasp, facing him. Since he was holding the back of your shirt, you were only inches apart. You frowned as you watched him – his faceless self became all the more terrifying when he hunted you.
You could now understand why the criminals feared the Mandalorians so much.
Think. Think. Think.
You reached down to the holster on your thigh, grabbing your smaller knife before your hand found its way to your back, slicing through the piece of the shirt the Mandalorian was holding on to. You twisted out of his grasp and ran once more, aiming for the control switch that would open the ramp. You had no plan – but you just needed to work step by step to try to get out.
Mando was quick to run after you, but this time, he did not go for your shirt. He pushed you against the wall, using his right hand to hold onto your right arm, and his left to cover your mouth as he had you pinned onto the wall. You struggled against his grasp, but he was stronger than you – especially considering you had lost a meaningful amount of blood today.
“Stay still-” he snapped at you, putting more pressure onto his grasp as he felt you fight against it, trying to twist yourself free.
“Listen! I will explain. But you can not go until we have made a deal.” Mando explained firmly as he had his hand plastered over your mouth. You looked at him with wide eyes, standing still.
You feared that your next moves could be defining for the next chapter of your life.
It was dangerous to cover up the tracks of a fugitive. And it was dangerous to get onto a mandalorian’s wrong side. You could see this changing your life in one way or another – whether you wanted it or not.
“Okay?” The mandalorian asked, begging you to either shake your head or nod. You did nothing, simply staring into the darkness of his helmet with the same wide eyes as before.
The Mandalorian sighed. “You can have the full bounty.” he offered, to which you were quick to furrow your eyebrows, feeling curiosity wash over you.
This must have been terribly important to Mando, seeing as he gave up the bounty now, after hours of you begging him to.
You nodded your head slowly, and he carefully let you go from his grasp. You kept looking up at him, your breathing was heavy.
You groaned as you suddenly felt your left arm again, glancing down at it to see that it had started bleeding again.
The mandalorian sighed. “Let’s get that fixed first.” Mando said, taking a step back and turning to walk back to the medical kit. You watched him walk off, glancing over at the control panel to the ramp before your eyes went back to him.
Your life would definitely change now. From this moment onwards, you knew things would never be the same.
Hell, who knows, maybe that was a good thing.
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Lannisters Always Pay Their Debt Part II
When you, a Lannister, return to King’s Landing after being in the battlefield for years, you must learn how to deal with the politics and trickery of the capitol. Will you learn how to play the game?
Pairings: Petyr Baelish x Lannister! Reader, Oberyn Martell x Lannister! Reader
Link to Part I
Warnings: None, really! There are mentions of war and injuries. There is some kissing.
Authors notes: Hello! Thank you so much for reading the second part of this fic! In the end of the first chapter I asked you guys which ship I should make the fic have, and I have decided on a sort of love drama between Petyr Baelish x Reader and Oberyn Martell x Reader. Meaning that Reader will be faced with a lot of decisions!! I hope you are happy with this! I personally am quite excited to explore this narrative, and I hope you are too!
Please note that in this story, I have decided for Oberyn to not be involved romantically with Ellaria, or anyone, for that matter! <3
Thank you so much for all the love I received on the first chapter! It means so much!
Tags: @benji-booxx @jackdanieltorrance @thenightowl22 @justalittleweirdoo
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“What happened, child?” Robert Baratheon, the king of the seven kingdoms, asked you as you stood in front of his throne as if you were being trialled for murder.
This was all a horrible fuss out of nothing. You had gone for a night stroll, and someone must have gone to your chambers in the morning to find that you weren’t there and called for the guards. You didn't see, however, why there was a need for you, your siblings and the king to be in the throne room to talk about this.
“First of all, your grace, respectfully, I am not a child.” you started off, staring up at your king. All your life you had been treated like a child – all because you were the youngest of the Lannister siblings. Even when Cersei started having children of her own, people kept treating you as if you were some teenager.
And now, even after you had fought in wars – even after all these years – they still treated you like a teenager looking for trouble.
Speaking of the devil, you had caught your eldest brother, Jamie, in your peripheral vision. To your annoyance, he had rolled his eyes at your words.
You took a breath, chuckling a little as you let it out. You loved your siblings dearly, but sometimes you could not believe their audacity. “There must have been a misunderstanding. I merely went for a night stroll through the gardens.” You explained yourself calmly as you looked up at the king, focusing on him rather than Jamie’s behavior.
Robert seemed as unimpressed with the fuss as you were – unlike your sister, who seemed to be unimpressed with your words.
“And you didn’t think to let anyone know?” Cersei asked.
Well, someone knew.
Petyr Baelish knew.
He must have conveniently forgotten to tell the guards he knew where you were, when they went on that search party for you.
You hesitated for a moment before shaking your head slowly. “I apologize. No, I did not think that far. I am not used to the rules here in King’s Landing.” You spoke in a polite tone, but your words were passive aggressive. Truly, you wished to snap at your sister and tell her that she was being unreasonable. You weren’t a child, and she was just looking for a reason to scold you. Perhaps she had some built up anger for you being able to get out of an arranged marriage when she couldn't. Perhaps she was angry at you for leaving her for so many years.
Or, perhaps she was just a bitch.
“Nonsense. There is no such rule.” Robert was quick to dismiss your apology, waving his hands. Cersei looked over at him before turning back to you. You hid away the smirk that threatened to show on your face before then bowing your head to the king. Your legs were not really in the right state to curtsey.
“Thank you, your grace.. I will be getting some sleep now, I believe, if I’m not needed anymore.” You smiled at the king before glaring at your sister, turning your back and walking away to exit the throne room. Your cane echoed through the hall as it hit the stone floor with each step you took.
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You slowly walked through the halls, towards your chambers, before a hand suddenly grabbed your upper arm. You gasped, lifting your cane as if it was a sword and hitting the person behind you. It was not intentional – it was a habit you had picked up after years of being trained to be alert.
The man behind you had grabbed your cane before it had managed to hit him. It seemed as if he had been prepared for you to react in such a manner. “It’s me-!” he spoke sternly. Your eyes finally focused on the man.
It was Jamie.
Why did everyone feel the need to sneak up on you these days?
“What the hell?” you snapped, pulling away your cane and placing it back down on the floor, leaning your weight on it and letting it support you.
You loved Jamie – but you were truly not in the mood for this right now. You were angry enough that your sister had pulled you in for a highly unnecessary interrogation, and let’s not forget the eye roll he so obviously had pulled off earlier.
“You need to be more careful, sister.” Jamie quickly and quietly spoke to you, a harshness in his tone.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Me? More careful? I’m allowed to take a walk without alerting the entire castle. I’m not a child, you know.” You snapped back at your brother, glaring up at him.
“Then don’t act like one.” He retorted, his angry expression growing more soft. “This city can be just as dangerous as the battlefront, y/n. People want the Lannisters dead, and walking around alone in the middle of the night is practically an invitation.” Jamie explained softly to you, and you stood there completely still as you listened.
Jamie then took a breath. He gestured for your leg. “Especially not with your injury,” he added.
That was the last fucking straw.
It was fine that he felt protective over you; that was basically his job description as an older brother. But you had defended yourself – and others – for years. How dare he imply that you were incapable of doing so?
“Oh, my injury? My injury is what’s making you worried about me?” You asked in almost a mock genuine tone, raising your eyebrows.
Jamie was fooled.
“Well, yes, sister. You won’t be able to run let alone fight anyone off with it.” he spoke matter-of-factly.
You might’ve been sleep deprived as well, but your injury was just something you felt vulnerable about. It hurt when others used it against you.
“Leave me alone.” you hissed at him, starting to walk again, a bit faster paced this time. It hurt, but you had no intention of staying in that conversation longer than you needed to.
Jamie opened his mouth to speak as you left him, but he decided upon keeping it shut. It’s not like you were leaving King’s Landing in the nearest future – there was no rush to lecture you about the ways things worked here in this city. Jamie had a feeling that if he kept going with this conversation right now, he was going to push you away.
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After your long needed sleep that day. You had called for Roslyn to help you with your hair and dressing. She had braided your hair into a beautiful half-updo and picked out a gorgeous light blue dress for you to wear. It had a halter neck and revealed a modest amount of cleavage, while still being youthful and keeping up with the latest fashion trends in King’s Landing. The dress was flowy and long, and stopped right by your ankles, allowing you room to move around comfortably without having to lift your dress.
You always asked the tailor to make your dresses stop at the ankles, in contrast to how they were usually made to drape to the floor. You simply preferred a dress that was easy to move in – plus, you wouldn’t have to worry about the bottom of it getting dirty when wandering the gardens. It was a win-win situation.
As Roslyn put the finishing touches on your hair, there was a knock on your door.
Please don’t let it be any of your siblings.
It would have been fine if it was Tyrion – but then again, you had been very vulnerable with him the previous night and you did not feel like talking about it yet. Telling him that your father had left you in the battlefield had been difficult enough – you did not need to linger on it.
“Come in.” you spoke after a second of contemplating whether you should just pretend you weren’t there. But then again, they’d probably just send out another search party for you, considering how dramatic they were.
Speaking of the devil once again, your sister Cersei entered the room. She had that same look as she usually had – one of thoughtfulness and superiority. She wandered slowly into the room, as if she had no goal of where to land her feet.
You looked at her through the mirror on your vanity. You shook your head ever so slightly to yourself, looking down on your vanity to find your hand lotion. “What do you want?” you asked, not bothering to conceal your tone with politeness.
Cersei stopped in her tracks, looking at your face through the mirror. It was like a shield between the two of you. Her eyes scanned you up and down, observing your outfit and your hair. It had been a while since she had seen you wear clothing so appropriate for King’s Landing. Usually you wore more… warrior styled garments.
“Watch your tone.” she reminded you in a sisterly manner, her eyes landing on your face, despite you not reciprocating the eye contact. “Or what? You’ll send the guards at me?” you calmly responded as you dipped your fingers in the lotion, rubbing your hands together to get it on your palms and on the back of your hands.
Cersei kept her eyes on you. She had a habit of taking long breaks in between statements. “Leave us, Roslyn.” Cersei addressed your maid.
Roslyn turned her head towards Cersei, stopping whatever she was doing to your hair. She then looked towards you, again, through the mirror. You finally lifted your gaze to meet Roslyn’s eyes. You gave her a kind expression and nodded your head once, letting her know it was okay.
Roslyn curtsied and then turned around to leave the room. She closed the door behind her, but not before she got a good look at Cersei and her expression. Your sister seemed as devious as ever.
As soon as the door was shut, Cersei strolled over to your bed, sitting down at the foot of it. “There will be a feast tonight. In honour of your arrival.”
Your eyes shot up at this. You turned your upper body in your chair, turning to look towards your sister without using the mirror this time. You placed your arm at the top of the chair to get into a more comfortable position with your upper body turned towards the back of the chair. “What?” you asked. You heard her, you just didn’t know how to respond.
As much as you loved feasts, and dancing, and music – you had not been to one in King’s Landing since before the war. You were… rusty.
“So I suggest you find your favourite dress to wear this evening. There will be some fine men there, you know.”
At this you rolled your eyes, and you couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Despite the constant bickering between you and your sister, she always found a way to make you chuckle. “What makes you think I wish to marry?” you asked, still looking towards her.
Cersei sighed, crossing her right leg over her left one. “You will have to marry eventually, sister. Better to find someone now that you wish to marry than father arranging one for you, don’t you think? The first arrangement led you into that whole debacle.” your sister explained, gesturing for your foot at the end of her statement.
Perhaps you simply had to get used to your family making constant remarks about your foot, no matter how much it annoyed you.
“Oberyn Martell is a great man – I was simply not ready for marriage, Cersei. It had nothing to do with the fact that it was arranged for me.” you stated as you then turned back in your chair, grabbing your cane. You used the vanity as support as you lifted yourself to your feet, moving over to put your weight on the cane as you stood upright.
“If you don’t mind, I was planning to take a walk in the gardens.” you excused yourself as you turned to your sister.
You gave her a nod before then starting to make your way to the door calmly. You were in no rush to leave – it felt like your conversation with Cersei was over, and that there was nothing to rush away from.
“Good thing he’s here tonight, then.” Cersei spoke clearly, as if teasing you ever so slightly.
You stopped in your tracks. You did not turn around. You simply stood there, in the middle of the room.
“...Oberyn’s here?” you asked after a few seconds.
“He is. He was here before you came back, but he’s been rather... busy.” Cersei stated, standing up and brushing off her dress. “I suggest if he’s such a great man, as you claim he is, that you say hello to him tonight. I’m sure he would appreciate it.”
“Cersei, I don’t know what game you’re playing – but please, I don’t want to be caught up in anything that’s only going to cause hurt.” you pleaded with your sister, finally turning to face her.
You knew your sister. You knew the games she played.
Cersei raised her eyebrows in response. “Why would it hurt? It’s not like you have feelings for the man?” she asked, intertwining her hands behind her back, standing as royally as she always did. “What? No.” you responded as fast as you processed what Cersei had said.
You did not have feelings for Oberyn.
There was just.. a part of you that regretted you had not taken up the offer while it was on the table. Life could have been simpler if you had. You could have really enjoyed your life with Oberyn.
A smirk crept up on Cersei’s expression, nodding as if she had heard you. “Of course not.” Cersei spoke, walking towards the door, passing you. “Oh and y/n?” she added as she stood in the doorframe, turning her head towards you. “Yes, Cersei?” you responded, your tone giving away some of your annoyance with your older sister.
“Don’t try to hide things from me.. I know you. I know when you’re hiding things.” Cersei stated.
´Really Cersei? Do you know that I’m hiding what truly happened on the battlefield? Do you know that father left me to die?´ you thought to yourself.
“Of course, sister. No secrets,”
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You had found a quiet spot in the gardens to sit down with your sketchbook. You had started drawing the flowers and plants in the royal gardens – initially a distraction to make time pass, but now you were starting to thoroughly enjoy it. It was very calming.
On the bench you sat at, you leaned against the back and you had your cane next to you, lying on your left side and taking up the rest of the bench. You lifted your head from your notebook to have another look at the flower you were currently drawing; a bright orange hibiscus flower.
However, your eyes were drawn to a different sight; a Stark. There, a little way down the garden, was Ned Stark, walking alone with a seemingly thoughtful expression painted across his face.
You had heard of Ned Stark becoming the hand of the king – but you had not had the pleasure to be properly introduced yet.
You had met him once many, many years ago, but that was when you were a mere child – perhaps 11, 12? He was a young adult back then, but you still recognized him. You were not sure he would recognize you, though.
“Ned Stark. The new hand of the King.” a voice suddenly spoke, and you were quick to look towards the source of the voice.
Petyr goddamn Baelish.
You raised your eyebrows, nodding once and determinedly. “I know who Ned Stark is.” you responded matter-of-factly. Petyr smiled ever so slightly, raising his nose just a little bit. “You seemed very thoughtful as you looked his way. I thought since you had been away… you might not be as updated with King’s Landing as before you left.” he excused himself before then taking a look at the bench you were sitting at, observing the cane that took up the rest of the bench. “May I?” he asked, gesturing for the seat next to you.
Your eyes automatically went down to where he gestured. The empty seat, currently occupied by your black, wooden cane. It acted like a shield, really, for no one wished to overstep their boundaries and move it for you.
You didn’t really know how you felt about Petyr. If he was trustworthy or not. His words lured you in and his charisma made you want to stay, but something told you that he was a man who could trap you, if you were not careful.
“Of course.” you responded softly but reluctantly, grabbing your walking stick and placing it on the ground instead, leaning it up against the edge of the bench. Petyr smiled contently, as if he had achieved something. He sat down in the seat next to yours, making sure to keep a polite distance.
He let out a sigh, looking out over the gardens – seeing it from your perspective. “You like the gardens, don’t you?” he spoke again. It felt natural, organic even. It didn’t feel like he was forcing the conversation – though, a part of you felt like he was trying to get something out of you. Like he was only talking with you to gain something.
That’s what the rumors had said about Lord Baelish anyways; that he was not to be trusted. That he would say anything to climb the ladder of hierarchy.
You always thought the rumors were excessive – but in all honesty, you couldn't help but be afraid that they were true.
For now, however, you decided to shake it off and give the man a chance. To your knowledge, he had always been loyal to your family.
“-Why didn’t you tell the guards where I was this morning?” you asked – it came out of the blue. You had not really expected yourself to just blurt it out, but there it was. The question you had been asking yourself all day.
Petyr seemed as surprised as you by the question. He raised his eyebrows, blinking a few times before then letting out a breath in the form of a chuckle. “I didn’t know it was you they were looking for.” he excused himself, his tone light and easy to forgive. You stared into his eyes. You tried to read him.
Nothing.
He was impossible to read.
“Yes, you did.” you responded softly. Your voice was calm. There was no reason for you to get angry – you just wanted to know the reason behind his choices. Was he truly not aware it had been you they were looking for this morning? Petyr could not be that stupid.
Petyr was one of the brightest men in the castle. If he was as good at business, tricks and charisma as the rumors said he was, then he was not stupid. A stupid man wouldn’t have known – but a bright man? A bright man would.
Petyr stared right back into your eyes, a slight smirk on his face, but it was barely apparent. He seemed to enjoy himself. He seemed.. proud, almost.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my lady.” he spoke softly and quietly as you two shared eye contact. His voice was husky – a slight rasp in his words. It was beautiful to listen to. He could have read you a book and you’d fall asleep to the sound of his voice.
You were quickly pulled away from your thoughts as a familiar voice interrupted. “I hope Lord Baelish isn’t bothering you, sister.” A sarcastic voice spoke in a jokingly manner, and you couldn't help but have a smile curve up on your lips as you heard it.
“Tyrion, be kind.” you corrected your brother in a sisterly fashion as you turned your head to look at him. Tyrion was simply standing in front of the bench with a satisfied smile on his face. “I’m afraid I’ll have to steal Lady y/n away for the moment.” Tyrion now addressed Lord Baelish, who then turned his head to look at him as well. Petyr gave him a tight lipped smile as he took a deep breath. “Of course-!” he said in an overly kind tone, standing up and brushing off his trousers. The brunette man held out is hand for you, which you spotted after you had taken your cane.
“Oh-” you looked at his hand before turning your gaze to him. “Thank you, Lord Baelish.” you smiled at him, taking his hand and letting him help you up, using your cane as additional support. When you were stable and standing perfectly well on your own, he gently let go of your hand. “I will see you later this evening. Lady y/n. Lord Tyrion.” he bowed his head to the both of you before turning on his heels and making his way back towards the castle.
Both you and your brother watched him leave. That strange but.. Admittedly quite lovely man.
“I don’t like him.” Tyrion spoke with a hint of bitterness in his voice. You kept looking at Petyr’s back as he became smaller and smaller as he got further and further away. “I think he’s okay.” you underestimated. You thought he was more than that – really, it amused you that he had such a knack for mischief. Tyrion turned his head to look up at you. “And you constantly surprise me.” he responded, to which you laughed. His face turned into a more serious one as your laughter faded. “Don’t trust Baelish, sister.” he advised you.
The two of you started strolling through the gardens, side by side, slowly. “You have no reason to distrust the man, do you?” you asked, raising your eyebrows as you looked down at your feet while walking. You had placed your journal and your pen in a little sachet that you had around your shoulder. It was lightweight and was not a struggle to carry.
“I do. Though not personally – I do.” Tyrion explained, and you lifted your head to look at the flowers surrounding you. “It’s not like I was planning on telling him any deep, dark secrets anyways. He was merely being kind, that’s all.” you explained yourself, sarcastically about the first part, but quite genuine about the last.
All of your siblings were so dramatic, sometimes you couldn’t believe that you were one of them. Obviously, you loved them and cared for them endlessly – but they were just incredibly overdramatic.
Then again, you did have a knack for theatrics yourself.
You and Tyrion had a long stroll through the gardens – so long that you eventually had to give in and confess to him that your leg was aching and you needed a rest before the feast later tonight.
It had been a lovely walk with him though. No drama. No fuss. Simply two siblings catching up after months of being apart. And then again, when you did come back home from the battlefield all the other times, you mainly slept and rehabilitated before going back out there. You had not had proper quality time with Tyrion in years. It was nice.
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You sat in your room, later that same evening, looking at your face in the mirror and making sure you were happy with your appearance. You didn’t know why – but you felt butterflies in your stomach. It was like you were waiting for something big to happen. It was like you were excited for something to happen.
You were of course excited for the feast – but not this excited. It was something else.
There came a point where you knew you had to leave if you didn’t want to be late – with your perfectionism you could have ended up sitting there the entire evening, making final adjustments to your hair and your garments as if it was an artpiece you didn’t want to finish.
You looked good though. You had to admit that to yourself.
You hadn’t really had a chance to dress up in… years. It was nice to wear an evening gown again, to have your hair braided into intricate braids and to wear good smelling and expensive perfume.
You almost felt like your old self again.. It almost felt like you had never left.
It felt like your old self, but with a whole lot of growth.
The smell of the perfume smelt like youth and bliss. Like falling foolishly in love and taking risks you knew you shouldn’t be taking.
Who were you kidding – you were still young. You still had all of those things by your side.
The hours passed by quickly after you had arrived at the party. They had cheered for you and they drank with you. The entire hall was lit by a warm, orange light from the flames, and the room was quite warm due to all of the people in it. You had been a little careful with the drinks, not wishing to make a fool of yourself should you meet Oberyn this evening.
However, your hopes had lowered as you had not seen him for several hours into the party.
The cheering, singing and chattering stopped when Jamie tapped on his glass, standing up from his seat and holding up his drink. When the room silenced and turned their eyes to him, he gave the room a smile. “I would like to make a toast to my dear baby sister, lady y/n.” Jamie spoke loudly and clearly as he addressed the room before turning to look at you. You looked back at him with a wide smile on your face. You felt your cheeks heat up, and you couldn’t help but giggle from all the attention you were getting. You weren’t normally shy, but this did it for you. It wasn’t bad though… it was nice. It was sweet.
“Braver than any of the men in this family –” the room chuckled at this. “-and more selfless and down to earth than anyone I have ever met. I am… thankful, and relieved, to have you back, sister.” Jamie spoke as he looked down at you, still holding up his drink.
His words were so genuine. So… straight from the heart.
You didn’t think you had ever heard him speak so kindly about you before. Of course, you had always known he cared for you – but he had never expressed it so explicitly.
Jamie gave you a smile before then turning his attention back to the room. He lifted his glass a little further, voicing a loud “To Lady y/n!”
“To Lady y/n!” the room echoed him and cheered for you, taking sips of their drinks. Their wine, their beer, their spirits. They all drank.
As you laughed, watching the room cheer for you and drink for you, your eyes suddenly landed on someone you had not expected to see. Someone your heart had longed to see for so long.
Oberyn.
Oberyn was already looking at you.
Time seemed to stop as your eyes met each others.
He lifted his glass and raised it towards you slowly with a little smirk on his lips. You chuckled, shaking your head. You then looked down towards the table, finding your drink before returning your gaze to his eyes once more, lifting your glass back towards him at the opposite side of the room. Both of you took a sip as you kept your eyes on each other.
Your heart raced. Your breathing picked up. Your thoughts were going at a million miles an hour.
Without thinking, you stood up, automatically grabbing your cane with you. “Where are you going?” Jamie asked, looking up at you from where he now sat again. Jamie seemed concerned – as if he thought you were feeling sick from the drinking. “I’m fine! ...I’ll be right back.” you responded and patted his back as if to comfort him.
You started making your way towards the middle of the room, hoping to reach Oberyn without your legs collapsing. With the way you were feeling after seeing him again, you wouldn’t be surprised if that did happen.
As you tried to spot the familiar face once again, you quickly realized you had lost him. He was not in his seat anymore.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, turning your head to check if you could see his famous yellow attire.
You turned on your heels to see if he was on the other side. However, as soon as you moved, you bumped into someone. “Oh! I am so-...” you looked up at the man, losing your words as you processed that it was the man you seeked who stood in front of you. “Oberyn!” you laughed out.
The man laughed as well as he saw your glee, shaking his head. “You crazy lady.” he laughed with you. You couldn’t help but feel as if your eyes sparkled as you stared up at him. It was like all those years ago. It was as if no time had passed.
“What brings you to King’s Landing??” you asked, the smile ever so apparent on your face. Oberyn shook his head once more, looking out into the room before returning his gaze to you. “It is not important, y/n. What is important is that you are back! How are you? Except for… you know.” he gestured down towards your foot – and for the first time ever, you didn’t mind.
When Oberyn addressed your foot, you felt love, rather than annoyance.
Strange how rose tinted glasses did that to you.
You looked down at your leg before returning your gaze to him. The room around you was loud and it was barely possible to have a conversation there – but it was okay, because it was with Oberyn.
Oberyn reminded you of hope. He reminded you of how you felt so optimistic before going into the battlefield to help. He reminded you of sweet romances and simple times.
There was just something about that man.
“What, this old thing?” you joked about your foot, using the hand holding onto the cane to gesture for it. Oberyn chuckled. “I am good, I think��� I’m alive. I’m grateful.” you responded to his earlier question.
“But.. are you happy?”
You would be happy. You knew that. You were just trying to shake off recent events.
“I will be. I just… right now, I just need to settle down and get used to being back.” you explained yourself, tilting your head ever so slightly as you got caught in his eyes. The two of you shared a silent moment together.
“I missed you.” you blurted out.
Fuck! Why would you say that? That was horribly inappropriate, you should probably-
“I missed you too.” Oberyn responded. He stepped towards you ever so slightly, looking down to the ground as he leaned towards your ear. “Do you want to find somewhere more quiet?”
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You and Oberyn had ended up sneaking out into the empty hallways. The evening light was tinted blue, considering there were no flames lit around you in this area; the only lightsource being the moon.
You stood with Oberyn in the hallway. You were leaned up against the wall, and Oberyn stood in front of you as you chatted. As you caught up with each other.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be the same person I was before the war.” you continued from the conversation the two of you were having, looking down towards the hallway as you spoke the words that you had thought for so long, but never dared to speak out loud.
You could almost feel a lump in your throat – but you were quick to swallow it down. Oberyn must have been able to tell, though, from the frown on your face.
“My love-” he spoke ever so softly, stepping towards you and cupping a gentle hand on your cheek, turning it towards him so that you would look into his eyes.
You felt that there were tears threatening to spill. You refused to cry, however.
“Growth is what makes us human. You were never going to be the same person forever-” he spoke, his calm and kind voice like music to your ears. It was beautiful. “But you were always going to be a good and incredible lady. Don’t let this take away your spark.” his accent was apparent through his words, and it sounded so beautiful as he spoke the words to you.
You tilted your head, leaning into his silken touch. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, taking a deep breath.
This moment was so sweet.
You opened your eyes again, looking up at the man in front of you. You straightened your head as the two of you shared eye contact. He let go of your cheek and moved his hands down to find yours, gently taking them.
You felt your heart-pace pick up.
And before you knew it, without really knowing who initiated it, your lips were on his.
The two of you were caught in a deep, passionate kiss. The sound of the both of yours’ breaths were heard as you breathed through your nose during the kiss, both trying to stay like this for as long as you could.
You let out a slight moan, and you could feel Oberyn smirk slightly at this. He moved his hands up to cup your cheeks, using his thumbs to gently stroke your jawline.
This moment of bliss, however, could not last forever.
You suddenly heard the sound of footsteps echo through the hallway, and the both of you were quick to pull away from each other – there was no need for a fuss. Both of you knew that.
As you stepped away from each other, both of you turned to look in the direction of the noise.
Of course.
Petyr.
Petyr stopped in his tracks as he saw the two of you; breathing heavily with disheveled hair. Not suspicious at all.
Oh, and he had also seen you kiss. He saw you pull away from each other.
“I’m sorry. I did not mean to interrupt.” Petyr spoke as if he wasn’t the slightest bit sorry.
“Interrupt? No- No you didn’t interrupt anything.” you responded with heavy breaths, still trying to catch up your breathing. Oberyn shot you a quick gaze before then looking back at Petyr. “We were simply catching up. We’re old friends.” Oberyn lied, and Petyr stood still for a second.
He then gave a single nod.
A single. fucking. nod.
You were caught.
“I see. Well, perhaps the catching up should wait for another time? Your father has returned to King’s Landing, Lady y/n, he wished to see you.”
Your heart dropped in your chest.
What the hell was your father doing back in King’s Landing?
“At this hour?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you felt confusion wash over you.
“-He said it was urgent. I don’t know anymore than that. He requested for me to take you to him.” Petyr explained to you, standing completely still a few meters away from both you and Oberyn. He looked at Oberyn, scanning him up and down.
It almost seemed like jealousy.
“Go. We will speak tomorrow.” Oberyn tried to comfort you, and you quickly turned your gaze to him.
That gave you courage.
You returned your gaze to Petyr and then walked towards him.
“Goodnight.” Petyr gave a polite nod to Oberyn – one that Oberyn nodded back at. “Lord Baelish.” he simply responded, as if that was his way of bidding him goodbye.
Oberyn watched you as you left, a slight frown on his expression as he observed Petyr.
As you and Lord Baelish strolled down the hallways together, the cheering from the feast echoed quietly through the corridors.
“Do you truly not know what this is about?” you quietly asked the man at your side as you made your way towards your father’s office.
“I merely know he wished for me to join, Lady y/n. I don’t know more than you do.”
Wait.
Your father wished for Petyr to join?
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Lannisters Always Pay Their Debt - Game of Thrones imagine
When you, a Lannister, return to King’s Landing after being in the battlefield for years, you must learn how to deal with the politics and trickery of the capitol. Will you learn how to play the game?
Pairings: Petyr Baelish x Lannister! Reader, Oberyn Martell x Lannister! Reader
Part 2
Notes before I made before I wrote chapter 2: My first Game of Thrones fic!! So excited.
Please do keep in mind that I do NOT know who to ship reader with yet. I've been thinking of either Oberyn or Petyr, but if you have any other wishes please do let me know!!!!!
Please do note that I will be talking about War in this fic, and in future chapters there will most likely be depictions of violence and consensual sexual behavior. I will always mark the chapters if there should be, but just so you know before you start reading!!
Tywin is a bad parent, but what else is expected.
Let me know if you want to be tagged for part 2!!
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Chapter 1
King's Landing
There was something so bittersweet about King’s Landing – something so beautiful, yet so diabolical. A city where great kings were born, and where innocents were murdered if they should ever question their reign.
It was not only the home of the king and queen – but it was also where your closest family lived – Your three siblings, Cersei, Jamie and Tyrion. You were the youngest, and had to remain as such, as your mother had unfortunately passed away from a flu when you were just a baby.
You rarely resided at the Red Keep due to always having other business to attend to – but when you had time off from your duties, you always travelled to King’s Landing to stay there with your siblings.
You had followed a rather unfamiliar path for a woman of your status. You were a warrior – much like your older brothers and your father.
Originally you had been set to marry the Dornish Prince, Oberyn Martell, which you had not been too opposed to. He was a handsome and rather amusing man – but you had not been ready for marriage yet. You hadn’t been ready to settle down and have children, only to spend the rest of your days as a wife and nothing more.
That’s the way a woman lived in your parts. Married off, getting pregnant, being a wife and a mother first. Human being second.
There was no way that would be you. You had a bigger purpose.
You were a Lannister, for God’s sake.
You had truly not known how to approach your father seriously about the matter – all until one late evening, where you had come up with an idea.
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“Father, I must talk to you.” You entered Tywin’s office, barging over to his desk and standing in front of it as he sat on the opposite side.
Tywin put down his pen and leant back in his chair. He rarely said no to you. He rarely dismissed his youngest daughter – his baby – but recently you had whined so much about your marriage with the Martell prince that he had grown tired of your pleas.
“Listening.” He simply said.
You had an escape route.
You just needed to be brave enough to take it.
You took a deep breath, looking down at the floor as you took a deep breath. You knew how to play the game.. You just never had to resort to it before now.
“You will call off my marriage with Oberyn Martell, and I will go out and fight on the battlefield. I will travel, and I will defend our house. Just like you, just like Jaime.” you stated. There was no question, no asking for permission, just a matter-of-factly statement.
Tywin chuckled, but his eyes stayed as serious as they were before. “And what makes you think I will do that?”
You paused.
This was it. Your relationship with your father would never be the same after this.
And honestly? You were fine with it.
You watched the burning bridge, holding the match that had lit it up.
“Because if you don’t, dear father…” you began, placing your palms on top of his desk and leaning forward as you whispered your threat to him. “I will tell everyone that the rumours about Cersei and Jamie are true.” you stared into his cold eyes as you lied to him. You did not even believe in the rumours about your siblings.
His eyes were emotionless – but that told you everything you needed to know.
He was scared. He was calculating what to do, and what to say.
How could he tame the lion he had raised to be untamable? He had never expected his own lion to bite him.
“-you won’t have any way of stopping it, father. I will spread the truth like wildfire, and all the water you cast upon it will turn into gasoline.” you cocked your head to the side, never letting your eyes leave his.
Something in your gut told you to keep going. It told you to continue to poke the lion. It told you to wake it, to fight it, to kill it.
You had to contain yourself. Your father had taught you better than to give your best before the fight had even started – if you played your best cards now, there would be nothing for later.
And despite knowing you would never quite be your father’s “baby” anymore, you knew you could not completely burn the bridge between the two of you. You needed him on your side, despite not necessarily being friends anymore.
Tyrion would be so proud if he heard this conversation.
Tywin took a deep breath, not breaking eye contact; two predators trying to assert their dominance.
“No one will believe you.” Tywin said, shaking his head as he stared at you. It was the same stare he always gave Tyrion – one of disappointment and shame. God, you did not understand how Tyrion had not broken apart after being on the receiving end of that stare for so long.
“Maybe they would not have believed some ordinary commoner.. But I’m not that, am I, Father?”
“You said you wanted to defend our house.” He stated, as if he was telling you that you were being hypocritical.
“I don’t want to burn our house to the ground.... But my freedom matters more than my title does. You must understand that.” You pleaded – there was no lack of strength in your tone, but you just needed him to understand why you were doing this.
It was all an empty threat anyhow. You would never spread such things about your brother and sister – it wasn't true anyways. Your father did not necessarily know that though – for he was worried it was.
Tywin broke eye contact, looking down at the papers on his desk and picking up his pen, addressing a letter to the Martell house.
In that moment, you knew you had won.
He did not need to speak. He did not need to tell you.
For you knew it all too well.
…………………………..
It had been many years since that moment. You had been in the battlefield for a long time, coming back to the Red Keep every now and then when you had been nearby – but battle never stopped, so neither did you. You only stayed in the Red Keep for a few days when you visited – and it was never made a big thing of it. You didn’t want any big parties or to meet a lot of people when you were home, you just wanted to see your family, sleep in a soft bed, eat delicious food and drink wine older than yourself.
Now, however, you had come back to stay.
At least for a while. At least till you got better.
During your last battle, you had taken a hit in your thigh that had wounded you badly. Your father, the commander of the troops, had sent you back to King’s Landing to heal. There was no way you would stay and die in battle when that could be prevented.
So there you were,
King’s Landing.
This could be an adventure of its own. Not quite like the adrenaline of battle – but maybe it would offer you something you had never known before.
You knew it to be a city of snakes and mice. Wonder which you would meet...
……………........
As you wandered down the corridors towards the throne room, you heard three voices chatter amongst themselves. One of which was a familiar one.
“My queen, don’t mistake my words for disrespect, I only intended-” a male voice spoke.
“I don’t want to hear it, Lord Baelish.” A woman’s voice retorted.
That unmistakable, harsh voice.
Your older sister, Cersei.
“If I might interject, my queen – I think what Lord Baelish meant is that it would be wiser if we discuss this with the king.” another Male voice spoke. His voice was soft, and a little higher pitched than the man who earlier spoke, apparently called Lord Baelish.
“Lord Varys- she might be lying dead in a ditch somewhere and you wish to consult with the king first? Need I remind you that she too is a Lannister? We will bring her back now, and you will see to it that we do, or so help me god you will be lying dead in a ditch somewhere.” Cersei spoke once more, to which you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself. She had not changed one bit.
As charming as always.
As you rounded the corner, you found yourself entering the throne-room. Your steps echoed through the hall – and despite your injury, you still managed to walk fine as long as you had a walking stick with you.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” you spoke clearly as you entered, not wanting them to feel like you were eavesdropping and trying to sneak into the room.
The three of them turned their heads – the two men’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but Cercei’s eyebrows raised, a wide smile finding its way to erase her earlier angry expression. “Thank the mother-” she breathed out and rushed over to you, pulling you into an embrace. “Oh- Cersei-! Watch the leg.” you laughed as you hugged her back, wrapping your free hand around her back as your other held yourself up right with help from your walking stick.
The two men watched you as you hugged the queen. Petyr clicked his tongue, moving his head slightly closer to Varys without removing his eyes from the two of you further away. “Is that-?”
“I believe it is.” Varys responded slowly as he too watched you and Cersei. “Perfect timing.” Petyr commented quietly. “Could not have been better.” Varys agreed with his colleague.
Cersei pulled away from the hug and cupped your cheeks, holding your face as she scanned you up and down. Her eyes landed on your leg. “My poor sister. Who did this to you?” She spoke, a lust for revenge lingering in her voice. You smiled softly at your sister. She truly had not changed.
“Don’t you worry... He’s dead now.” you watched her and awaited her reaction. Cersei’s eyes simply made their way back up to yours, a serious expression painted across her face. “I told you that you’d get hurt.”
Of course she’d spit out an “I told you so.” It was so typical of her.
“I did not come here to get scolded, sister.” you retorted, raising your eyebrows. She was still holding your face.
Cersei paused. She nodded slowly. “I know..” She spoke softly and then let go of your face, moving her hands behind her back and intertwining them there.
You were not in the mood to think about Cersei’s words. She had indeed tried to stop you when you had initially said you wanted to fight – but Cersei had no right to tell you that she “told you so.”
You sighed, turning your gaze to the two men behind your sister. “I’m afraid I’ve been rather rude to not introduce myself!” You spoke clearly, making sure your voice carried the length of the room. You tightened the grip around your walking stick and started making your way over to them, a smile on your face as you did. It did hurt when you walked – especially considering it wasn’t too long since you got the injury – but you had no plans of letting your polite smile fade.
Everything was about the facade, here in King’s Landing, and you had no plans to disobey that notion.
“Ah. Sister, this is Lord Baelish and Lord Varys. They are both members of the small council.” Cersei explained to you as she too approached the men, slowly following at your side, matching your pace. Nonetheless, her walk was much more elegant than yours.
The men nodded their heads at you when their names were introduced, letting you know which was which. “Lord Varys, Lord Baelish – This is my baby sister, Lady Y/n Lannister.” she introduced you oh so sophistically – just like she did back when you were teenagers. Cersei had always been one to introduce you to everyone; whether it was because she wished to show you off, or to marry you off, you did not know.
It would make sense if she merely did it to show you off. You had always had a way with your words, and you were, to quote Oberyn, a highly desirable young woman. Cersei showing you off could simply be an attempt to show everyone what the Lannisters had. That the Lannisters were better than other families.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady y/n.” Petyr spoke, bowing his head with a somewhat smug smirk on his face. You could not tell if that was just how he smiled, or if he had some thoughts in his head that made him smile in such a manner. He was clutching a large leather book to his chest; one that belonged to the kingdom, surely, considering he was a part of the small council. “It truly is, my lady. We have heard a lot about you.” Varys then spoke, bowing his head as well.
You chuckled, turning your head to glance at your sister before turning your attention back to the two men. “Really? Good things, I hope.” you replied softly, to which Varys raised his eyebrows. “Oh, of course, my lady.” he then spoke, a small smile finding its way to his lips.
You smiled with closed lips and nodded, giggling quietly. You had not had these polite introductory conversations in a while. It was peaceful, in a way. More peaceful than the battlefront ever was.
“We are ever so sorry to hear about your injury, my lady. We were just about to send out someone to retrieve you from the battle-” Varys then spoke again. Cersei furrowed her eyebrows at this, and you could almost feel heat seep out of her. You had heard the conversation they had prior to you interrupting it – you knew Varys had not been about to send out someone to get you.
He did not need to know that you knew.
“I appreciate that, Lord Varys. Nevertheless, my father sent me back as soon as I was conscious.” you explained before turning your gaze to Petyr, whose eyes were down at your injured leg.
You had gotten a chance to clean up and get dressed properly before coming to King’s Landing, luckily, so the injury was not visible, due to the dress you wore. However, you could tell which one was injured by the way you weighed your body on your left leg as you stood, using the cane as additional support for what your healthy leg could not take. Typical to get injured on your right side – considering that was your dominant one.
“My leg will be fine soon enough.” you told Lord Baelish, letting him know you caught him in his staring. He lifted his eyes to look into yours, plastering on another polite smile. “I’m pleased to finally meet you after all of these years, Lady y/n, though it is in unfortunate circumstances.” Petyr spoke, to which you nodded. “It is a pleasure meeting you as well, Lord Baelish. We would have met sooner, but when I have been back at the Red Keep I have preferred to stay to myself. War takes a great deal of energy, you see.” you explained yourself before taking a deep breath, adjusting the grip on your cane.
Cersei noticed, and was quick to clear her throat. “I’m hungry.” Cersei spoke and then glanced over at you, gesturing for you to follow. She started walking back the way you came from, presumably about to follow you to your chambers.
You glanced at her before then turning your head back to the men. “Well, I suppose that means I’m leaving. Lovely to meet you, gentlemen. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to catch up with my sister.” you smiled, bowing your head before then turning your heels to follow the path your sister had taken.
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As you and your sister walked down the hallway, you couldn’t help but stop in your tracks as you suddenly heard familiar voices.
Not only were they familiar in the sense that you knew them; but they were family.
It was Tyrion and Jamie.
They were just around the corner, walking alongside each other and discussing the events of a recent tournament, and why the losing party should or should not have won. You almost dropped your cane, wanting to forget about your injuries and simply run to your brothers.
Cersei was however quick to place a hand on your back, not holding you in place, but simply reminding you that you could not do such a thing. You turned to her with a wide smile before then looking around the corner as the two men rounded it. Tyrion immediately stopped when he saw you, and Jamie kept on talking for a few seconds before he noticed Tyrion stopped.
“What is it?” Jamie asked, looking back at his younger sibling.
“A ghost, if I ever saw one.” Tyrion teased with a smile before starting to walk up to you. You chuckled, shaking your head. “Not quite, luckily.” you responded, smiling down at Tyrion. He tilted his head as he observed your cane. “Not far off, I see.” Jamie commented from the back, and you turned your gaze to him. “Don’t be dramatic, it’s a sword to the leg. People are known to have survived worse.” you shifted your weight so that you stood comfortably. Cersei looked down at your legs before looking up at your face.
“Father must have been proud.” Jamie commented, to which you could not help but grimace slightly at.
There was more to this story than meets the eye.
“Think he’s prouder of me leaving the war than participating in it, to be honest.” you let out a breath mimicking a chuckle, shaking your head. You glanced over at Tyrion, who seemed to observe your every expression. It felt like he was analysing you – like he had a habit of doing. He knew when you were feeling off, and this was one of those times.
Your kind expression faded into a more serious one as you glared at your older brother. You had no plans of talking about the battle, not here, not now.
Tyrion inhaled sharply, clapping his hands together and letting them rest on his chest as he was changing the subject. “Should we have dinner? I’m famished.” he suggested, turning to look at the eldest brother of the Lannister family.
“Dinner sounds good. I’m sure y/n would appreciate hearing all the exciting stories from home.” Jamie spoke in a mocking manner, smiling playfully at you. He said it as if King’s Landing and politics were boring. He said it as if war was more exciting and fun than the Red Keep could ever be.
As if the battlefield had been a vacation away from the he Lannister family drama.
“I would, actually.” you simply responded, not making a big deal of your brothers choice of words. “Now come on, you heard Tyrion, the poor man is famished.”
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After a long dinner and a lot of wine, Cersei and Jamie had retired, leaving only you and Tyrion in the dining chambers.
“So, tell me the truth.” Tyrion had suddenly spoken calmly as he lifted his glass of wine to his mouth, taking a sip when he had finished speaking.
You furrowed your eyebrows, truly not knowing which truth he spoke of. You decided to play with him, nodding as you finished a sip of your drink.
“Okay, I think I honestly read more books than you do.” you spoke in a mock-seriousness, only earning you an unimpressed look from your brother. You laughed as you processed it. The wine was making this all the more funny.
“Sister, you know what I’m talking about. What happened in the battle? Why are you so hesitant when father is mentioned?”
“I got a sword to my leg. And I’m not.” you avoided the subject like the plague.
“Every time father has been mentioned throughout our dinner you have changed the subject immediately. Something has happened and I need to know what.” Tyrion kept his voice low and calm, holding onto his cup as he looked at you carefully, as if you were a porcelain doll ready to break.
You hated that about being injured. Everyone treated you so carefully.
“Tyrion, it really is nothing.” you avoided his stare, shaking your head as you leaned over to grab the wine pitcher, but Tyrion grabbed your wrist – softly – forcing you to meet his eyes.
“Tell me.” he practically pleaded, his eyes wide and full of worry.
You pulled back your hand from his grasp, which was not a difficult task due to his loose grip. You furrowed your eyebrows together, finding yourself offended by his commanding behavior.
As you had managed to get your hand away, you immediately stood up, pushing back your chair as you did. “What makes you think you have the right to just claim information from me like that, Tyrion?? Did it ever fall into that brilliant mind of yours that I prefer to keep my war stories to myself?” you snapped at him, leaning your palms down at the table as you supported your body with it, holding yourself up despite your legs wishing to give in.
A position similar to the one you had taken when confronting your father before the war, about the arranged marriage with a certain Martell.
Tyrion sat still, leaning back in his chair as he watched you. He was stunned.
“I thought you maybe wanted a companion. Someone to tell everything to.” Tyrion spoke simply, matter-of-factly. You watched him with furrowed eyebrows, catching your breath. “Like you used to.”
You kept staring at him, finding yourself at a loss of words for a few seconds. You caved, looking down at the table. Tyrion had always seen through you. He had always understood you.
You had always hated your father for the way he treated Tyrion.
You took a few deep breaths through your mouth where you stood, not only trying to collect yourself but also trying to ease the pain that had spread through your foot from standing so abruptly.
“Please sit. Forget your honor” Tyrion spoke calmly, knowing not to raise his voice with you, like Lannisters so often did.
There was a reason why the lion was the house sigil.
You obeyed his plea, sitting back in the chair you had pushed back. Your eyes stayed on the table, closing your mouth and swallowing dryly as you contemplated what to say.
“You don’t have to tell me, Y/n.” Tyrion said after a few moments of silence. He watched you, but you did not return his request for eye-contact.
The blonde man sighed. He stood and picked up his glass of wine, bringing it with him as he approached the door, getting ready to leave.
Silence.
“Father was the one who found me when the battle was over.”
Tyrion stopped in his tracks at this. He slowly turned around to face you, but you still had your face at the same spot as before.
You had not spoken up about this yet.
“...I’m glad he did. You would have been left out in the cold if not.” Tyrion tried to act naive, as if he wasn’t mentally preparing himself to hear his little sister talk about what horrible events she had gone through.
“-no. No I wouldn’t have.” you were quick to correct him, shaking your head slowly. You did not move, trying to focus on keeping yourself composed. “Father did not know I was awake.. But I was... Just barely, but I was.” your voice was hoarse as you forced out the words. You had not spoken this out loud. You had not told your father you knew.
“He saw me there, on the ground, bleeding, almost lifeless… and he did nothing. He only stared as he watched me die. Slowly.” your voice was low, but Tyrion heard. Your brother simply stood by the door, watching you sitting in your chair and trying to keep it together. The table was in line with the door, so he saw you in profile. He saw how low your head held.
Tyrion knew you. He knew you did not like to cry in front of others – or to show any vulnerability for that matter. This must have been gnawing on your soul if you were willing to speak of it, despite Tyrion having given it up to try and convince it out of you.
His heart dropped as he heard you tell the tale. He knew Tywin was cold. Tyrion knew that your father said and did horrible things to him and to others – but to abandon his youngest daughter, his baby, to die… that was something Tyrion had never expected of him.
“What happened? How did you get back?” Tyrion asked, his calm tone deteriorating and becoming an angry one that tried to conceal itself as calm. He had no anger towards you – but he had never hated your father more than this day.
“One of the soldiers saw me. He brought me back and gave me the medical aid I needed. Father was informed that I was injured and he instructed them to take me back to King’s Landing as soon as I awoke. I did not hear the conversation. I was already passed out by then.” your words fell out of your mouth as if you had rehearsed it. The events had gone through your head multiple times and your heart had only waited to say it to someone.
Truthfully, you knew it would be Tyrion you’d end up telling it to.
“The only reason I’m alive now is because someone else found me. If it had not been for that soldier, father would have left me and waited for someone to tell him that I had fallen in the battle.” tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you spoke. Your chin trembled ever so slightly as you tried to blink the tears away. You took a shaky breath.
“I knew he did not love that I got out of his plans for me…...but I had no idea he hated me enough to leave me for dead.” you finally cried out, crumbling as the words your heart had held onto were finally spoken out loud. You buried your face in your hands as you leant forwards, hiding your face.
Tyrion frowned as he watched you, taking a deep breath before slowly walking over to you. “Shh.. Shh.” Tyrion whispered as he tried to comfort you. He gently took your hand and pulled it away from your face – and you let him. You looked at him with a deep frown, sniffling as you finally caught eye contact with your older brother. “I can’t say anything to comfort you about father. But let’s just be grateful for that soldier who found you. Hm?... Agree?” He looked at you with a serious, yet concerned look on his face. It was obvious he was taking on the role as protective older brother – and it was genuine.
You nodded quickly, closing your eyes. A tear fell down your cheek as you did. Tyrion tightened his lips as he saw, leaning his free hand forward and using his thumb to wipe it away. “You may not be fond of our family name. But remember.. You are a lion. You have survived... Don’t let your survival be the death of you.” Tyrion spoke, and as he did you found his eyes again, staring into them as he reminded you to be grateful for the fact that you lived despite your father’s actions.
Your frown softened, and you straightened your posture ever so slightly. Tyrion smiled a little through his frown. “And when father comes back.. We’ll kill him.” he spoke playfully, forcing you to let out a chuckle.
You shook your head, looking down at your thighs as you laughed. “Let’s hope no one heard that, Tyrion.” you responded with a playful hint in your voice, looking back up at him with a smile. You sniffled.
Tyrion chuckled. “What will they do? It was merely a joke.”
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Tyrion had followed you to your chambers that night, as you had consumed a bit too much wine than was good for your leg at the moment. He had given you over to your maid after saying goodnight to you, wishing you a good rest and letting you know that you would see him at breakfast the next morning.
You were not drunk – not at all – but you had simply found it difficult to move your legs well after a few glasses of wine as well as sitting still for a while. Your muscles has stiffened and the gash in your thigh had not liked it.
Your maid had tried to convince you to put on a nightgown and go to sleep, but you had dismissed her. “I can do it myself, Roslyn, it’s fine. Really.” you had told her in a kind tone, sitting down by your vanity and looking at her through the mirror.
“But... my lady, your leg.” she had pleaded with you, not wanting you to fall as you got changed and to get punished for leaving you.
“I will be fine, Roslyn. And if not, it won’t be your fault.”
You eventually convinced her to get some well deserved rest, before turning to stare at yourself in the mirror.
You were not ready to sleep. This was around the time you usually had duty back in the warfront. You usually did not go to sleep for another couple of hours.
You were, simply put, bored.
Perhaps this was a perfect time to go exploring? No one was awake in the red keep.. Except for the guards – and what would they do? Tell you to go to bed? They couldn’t.
As you strolled through the dark corridors of the Red Keep, you could not help but feel a tinge of excitement as you saw the exit to the gardens.
Some fresh air could do you good.
As quietly as you could, despite the echo of your footsteps, you walked towards the exit, excited to take a lonesome walk through the gardens of the Red Keep. It was a luxury to walk through there without any prying eyes. No one would ask you about your leg. No one would tell you to sit down.
You could still walk, couldn't you? You hated it when you were told to sit down.
You passed through the arched door frame, taking in the air of the chilly night.
“Do you deem this to be a good idea, my lady?” a voice suddenly spoke from behind you, making you inhale sharply and turn on your heels to look at him instinctually. Usually, someone sneaking up at you meant they were trying to kill you.
You held your breath as you watched the man, letting it out as you realised who it was.
Petyr Baelish.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on someone who’s just been in a war.” you spoke matter-of-factly, but your serious expression gave away that you wished to scold him for it.
“My apologies, Lady y/n.” he raised his hands in his defence, but his smug smile told you that he wasn’t truly sorry. “I merely wanted to check if you were alright. I heard someone walk through the corridors, and it did not sound like a guard.”
That bastard.
He was telling you that he heard the echo of your cane hitting the floor.
Needless to say, you were sensitive about your injuries.
“I am alright. Thank you, Lord Baelish. Now, if you'll excuse me-” you retorted before turning around once again, starting your stroll out of the castle.
Petyr merely stood there, watching you as you left.
He had a smile painted across his expression, shaking his head before looking down onto the ground.
What an interesting lady you were.
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As you strolled through the gardens, you eventually found yourself at the very bottom of it, staring out at the ocean as the waves crashed onto the bricks holding up the city.
It was beautiful.
You found your way to a staircase that led you to a wooden pier. There were no boats tied to it currently.
You couldn’t help but laugh as the waves crashed onto the shore, splashing saltwater onto you. You immediately pinched your eyes shut, laughing out loud as the cold water hit your face.
You walked over to the edge of the pier, looking down into the dark ocean. The stars in the sky would have reflected on the surface if it wasn't for the wind disrupting the stillness of the sea.
It made you think of your life. How you had lived so peacefully.. So happily. And then one day you had decided to turn it upside down. You had decided you wanted an adventure.
You should have just married Oberyn Martell all those years ago. You and him had hit it off – and you were quite certain there was some romance there – but no, you just had to have that adventure.
You shook your head, slowly sitting down on the edge of the dock. You took off your shoes, placing them at your side as you then let your feet dangle off the edge, letting your toes touch the water.
It was freezing – but in a way, it was comforting.
You wondered why Petyr had been so up in your business earlier. Why he was awake at all was a mystery.
But then again, he could have been thinking the same thing about you.
You sat there for a good while – long enough for the sun to start shining at the horizon. Funnily enough you had not grown tired yet. Perhaps it was for the large amount of sleep you had gotten while in the carriage on the way to King’s Landing.
You suddenly heard the clash of metal armour in a large quantity – the guards – they were running. You turned your upper body to look towards their direction, furrowing your eyebrows in curiosity – whatever could they be looking for?
You placed your palm behind you, supporting your body as you observed them. One of the guards suddenly turned and spotted you, before then yelling out. “I found her!”
You raised your eyebrows, instinctually looking around you before then realising it was indeed you he had found.
What could you have possibly done to have the guards look for you?
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