Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book three

The Jackal - Part 1 - Tyrion x Reader

The big man would probably kill him if he knew. Seven Hells, she might even kill him if she knew. But he couldn't help himself. There was something about her. Something about the sister of the Hound that at once intrigued Tyrion, and then in the other hand scared him. A fact that the little man found strangely..........well, strangely erotic.

Clegane. It was usually a name that filled men with fear. That would make them tremble. Would make them run for their lives. And it was very true to say that the youngest of the Clegane siblings was no different. (Y/n) was as skilled with her sword as either of her brothers. Was as dangerous as either Sandor or Gregor. But behind that typical Clegane huff and puff. All that bravado of not giving or taking a shit, Tyrion could see that there was a passion. A subtle fire that burned behind her eyes. A fire that spoke of countless possibilities. Of heated nights under the sheets of his bed. Of sweat soaked bodies and heavy breath. Of the supple, forbidden flesh that lay beneath that tight armour.

To most that knew of her, she was simply referred to as The Jackal. Yet despite the rather dubious moniker, what lay beneath the helmet that she wore, was quite the most exquisite creature that the youngest lion had ever seen. Not that he had ever dared tell her that. For even though Tyrion hadn't been backwards about coming forwards for years, as far as women were concerned, (Y/n) was nothing like the whores he was used to dealing with. Nor did any of those whores have brothers the size of Sandor. Brothers that were quite willing to break in half anyone that even looked at their younger sibling, sideways. So, here he sat in quiet awe as he usually would, watching as the Hound and the Jackal practiced. The sounds of heavy clashing swords filling the otherwise empty arena. Tyrion always sure that the brother and sister fought as if their very lives depended on it. As if they were the worst of enemies.

Just like Sandor, (Y/n) had to deal with his awful nephew. Joffrey seeming to take as much delight in abusing the beautiful Clegane, as he did her older brother. Telling her that she was only in the Red Keep, only there protecting him because she was not something that any man would wish to marry. That if it wasn't for him taking pity on her, she would probably be dead, either in the gutters of the city, or on some unknown battlefield somewhere. Having her eyes plucked out by crows. The little lords respect for her growing, as she would just stand there in silence and take whatever the snivelling little shit threw at her. (Y/n) taking the abuse with a grace, and calmness that he had never seen in another.

"Ya got distracted. What's wrong with ya, girl?" A gruff voice suddenly came. The sound of Sandor's tone shaking the thoughts from Tyrion's mind. The young Lannister looking down into the arena to see (Y/n) on the floor. Her hand placed over the left side of her chest. The little lord sure that he could see blood seep through her fingers.

"There is nothing wrong with me!" Tyrion heard (Y/n) exclaim angrily in reply. Knocking her brother's hand away as he went to help her from the floor. The Jackal struggling to her feet, as she continued to hold her chest.

"Ya can't drop ya guard............"

"I know just as well as you do, that I can't drop my guard, Sandor. I'm not a fool. I just.............just........."

"Just what? I could have killed ya..........."

"You aren't that lucky, Sandor Clegane. Gregor has tried more than once to kill me, yet I am still here. And its nothing. Nothing that need concern you anyway. I better.......better go and take care of this." (Y/n) retorted, as she bent over to retrieve her sword. Neither her brother, nor the little man that had been watching the fight, noticing that her eyes had quickly looked up to where the young lion sat, before she made her way out of the practice area. Sandor merely rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he watched his sister disappear. Tyrion though, jumping down from his seat and making his way back into the castle in hopes of "accidentally" bumping into the youngest Clegane.

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(Y/n) made her way back into the darkness of the Keep. The blood beginning to dry between her fingers as she continued to cover her wound. She was so angry. Angry that her brother had got the better of her. Unable to believe that she had allowed herself to be distracted. And by him of all people. She knew of his reputation. Seven Hells, everyone knew that he singlehandedly kept the whores of the capital in business. Yet there was something about him. Something that made her want to smile. And that was one thing that was not used to doing. One thing that she was sure that she hadn't done until she had met the little man.

Tyrion was so unlike the other men that she was used to. Well, he would be, given she had grown up with her father. With Gregor and Sandor. Given that she was more used to men that knew how to use a sword or bow really well, but when it came to being able to string together a coherent sentence, then they were certainly lacking. But Tyrion, Tyrion seemed to have a way of making words dance. He knew more about the world than just how to survive on a battlefield. But who was she to talk? She was no better. She had never been given the time to read. Never given the time to study. All she had been raised to do was fight and kill. Her father believing that anything other than learning how to defeat an enemy, was a waste of time. (Y/n) sure that the little lord must think that she was an idiot. That he would never be interested in a woman like her.

"Ser (Y/n)." A familiar voice called out. (Y/n) turning to see Tyrion make his way towards her. The youngest Clegane quickly moving her shirt to cover the wound. Doing her best to act as though everything was normal. To pretend that she hadn't known that he had been watching her and Sandor. To pretend that it wasn't he that had distracted her.