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If you didn’t read part 1 you can read it HERE ->Just oblige…

Fandom: Game of Thrones 

Pairing: Tyrion Lannister x Reader

Summary: You travel with your family to King’s Landing where you meet the Imp and after your father’s death your life becomes a living hell. Fortunately a certain Lannister will be willing to help you.

Warnings: Mentions of death, some angst but not rly serious. Some fluff maybe? Spoilers from season 1 rto 4  maybe.

I do not own any of the characters which appear in this piece of writing, only the personality of your character. Please don’t repost this, only reblog.

A/N: It’s been quite a while... Right probably I’ll mess up the timeline as I don’t remember much of season 1 but forgive any mistakes. By the way, would anyone be interested in reading some Jaime x reader? It’s been on my mind for quite long and I think the idea is pretty cool. I accept requests for any characters I know! Now... Hope you enjoy!!!

Death.

Your whole life had been destroyed by that. Death. You wondered how such a simple thing, such a natural thing could bring so much destruction to someone’s life. In the past months you had been torn away from everything you had. Robb was dead, your father was dead, your mother too, Bran and Rickon had disappeared, Arya had left too, Jon was on the wall and you couldn’t know if he was dead or alive. The only thing left in your life was Sansa.

And he was marrying the little devil Joffrey was. You didn’t think you had ever met someone as sadistic as him. The way he enjoyed seeing others in pain made you sick. Since your family’s death and your consequent loss of power you had been hit a quite considerable amount of times by different people. One time it was particularly bad but you just forced yourself to breath and focus on what you knew would happen. You knew one day you would leave King’s Landing and the Lannisters would pay for what they had done to your family.

You knew the only reason why you and Sansa were still alive was your were the heirs to the north. The problem however was that they would force you to marry someone who would benefit them.

All this thoughts ran through your mind while you stood in front of Joffrey standing the constant offensive comments and being hit by one of his guards. Something you were grateful for was that Sandor Clegane had never hit you until that day, he never laid a hand on you and Sansa and he had even saved her on occasions. That couldn’t make you happier. But as you stood still trying to get away from the pain your body wass suffering, everything started to become black, the corners of your eyes were full of shadows and you didn’t want to black out there, only the gods knew what would happen to you if you did.

“What is this supposed to be?” someone’s voice asked behind you. You didn’t dare to turn around because you knew you would probably trip over your own feet and embarass yourself.

“Uncle, we are just having some fun” Joffrey said a smirk gracing his lips.

“Do I have to remind you this could be your future wife? That’s how you treat the people you are supposed to rule?” Tyrion’s voice asked, this time nearer to you.

“Shut up Imp, I can do whatever I please.” The mean king said arrogantly.

“Don’t forget I’m your uncle and I know plenty of things you don’t” he said warningly.

“Uh she can leave, she is boring anyway, she doesn’t scream or anything, just stands there...” he said standing up from the throne and gesturing at the soldier to follow him, probably looking for a new victim.

“Oh lord I’m so sorry” you heard his voice say as he walked before you looking at you. You knew you were pretty bad. Your arms and back hurt like hell and you didn’t think you could walk yet. “Can you walk?” he asked taking your hand in his.

“I’m not too sure about that” you said, a sigh which should have been a giggle leaving your lips. You hesitantly tried to step forward and when you saw you only slightly lost your balance kept walking.

“He is out of his mind.” you heard him mutter as he walked beside you, his hand wouldn’t really help you in case you were about to fall, but it was strangely reassuring.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been worse, I’ll be alright, I’m sure you have more important things to do, I don’t want to disturb you.”

“You were just tortured physically and psychologically, I don’t think any of the affairs I have to take care of is more important than your well-being right now.

“Seriously don’t worry, I’m okay” you said. You felt your eyes burning and you refused to allow anyone to see you cry. “Why do you help me anyway? Your whole family hates me” you said quite amused.

“Well, they hate me too so that’s not new for me” he said as you arrived to your chambers.

“Well turns out the parties I complained so much about were the best thing about King’s Landing right?” He looked at you and smiled sadly.

“I’m sorry for what has happened to your family.” he said, not looking at you in the eyes.

“Yeah me too.” you said, the tears about to fall from your eyes. “Thanks for stopping them.” you said squeezing his hand slightly just before letting it go.

“Well if there are no kinghts left in here the Imps have to start like them right?” he said.

“Do not call yourself that, don’t allow them to understimate you” you said leaning in your door.

“Don’t break down in front of them” he said.

“I don’t intend on doing so”

---TIME SKIP, CHIT CHAT WITH OUR FRIEND TYWIN---

“Sit down please”he told you as soon as you walked in. You did as he asked and stared at him dead in the eye. Coldly. Calculating. Just as he loved doing. “I requested your presence to discuss some issues about yours and your sister’s current status.” you didn’t react to this, simply kept staring at him as coldly as you could. “The both of you are getting married soon.” you didn’t look away but started praying mentally. Not Joffrey, please if someone is hearing me don’t let it be Joffrey. “As you must know, by now your are the heir to the north, but we don’t think it would be appropiate for you to marry the king, we don’t think you are the kind of wife Joffrey needs. Besides, we need someone to rule the North, and our king cannot leave King’s Landing. That’s why we decided your sister Sansa would be a way more appropiate match for the king. As for you, in order to unite the North and the South we need you to marry one of the Lannisters, Jaime cannot marry, I cannot leave King’s Landing. That leaves us my least appealing son.” he said. You couldn’t believe he was so evil, he even insulted his son when he wasn’t there. “So next week you will be marrying my son, Tyrion and Sansa will marry Joffrey in five days. As you can imagine your wedding won’t be like hers but our main job is for you to give birth to a heir of the North. If my son isn’t capable of doing it I will myself. He will learn of your engagement right after you.”

“Was that all?” you asked coldly. He narrowed his eyes and nooded. “Thanks for your time” you said standing up and closing the door behind you. You ran to your room and laid down on your bed.

Well... Tyrion wasn’t that bad... He was way better than Joffrey, he treated you well and had saved you some times... Maybe it wasn’t that bad after all... Just as this thoughts ran through your mind you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t even bother to stand up.

“Come in” you said still laying back on the bed.

“Y/n? I’m sorry” Tyrion’s voice said behind you. You sat on the bed and shook your head.

“Don’t apologise, it isn’t your fault.” you said allowing your body to fall against the mattress again and patting the space at your side.

He started walking towards the bed as he talked“You know we can try to convince my father to delay the wedding if you wish, maybe he would be willing to give me some time to court you...”he sat down on the bed” That would give you time and...” 

“Hush Tyrion. I won’t speak to him. And neither will you. He wants to see me unhappy, I won’t give him that.” you said rolling on the bed to face him. “Besides unless you hate me too much I don’t think this is so bad as Sansa’s marriage”

“How on Earth could I hate you, after everything you have gone through for my family’s fault.”

“Well, you are a wealthy Lannister, I’m a Stark who has nothing and you are being forced to marry my so... that would be enough to be disgusted by the idea of marriage” you said putting your elbow against the mattress and resting your head on your hand.

“Come on, I’m the Imp and you are a beautiful young lady. The one who should be disgusted is you” he said locking his eyes with yours.

“You are the only person in King’s Landing who has talked to me since my father died.” you said falling on your back again.

“About the heir...” he said nervously.

“Tyrion this is a quite violent subject to talk about but I assure you I’d rather have you making me a child than your father.” you said rolling again and resting your face against the mattress. “Who know maybe this won’t be so bad.” you said sighing. “Will you be able to cope with leaving to the North?” you asked him.

“And getting away from my family? Obviously” he said smiling. “I assure you I’ll do my best to make this experience as good as I can, this won’t be easy for you, it ain’t easy to me either but it’s way harder to you because you are utterly perfect. “ he said.

“Ha! I wish” you said rolling and looking at him.

“I will make you realise that on our wedding night” he said smiling at  you and standing up from the bed.

You felt your stomach flip and you couldn’t help but to think this marriage couldn’t be so bad. 

“I’ll come back later, is that alright?” he asked just as he was about to leave.

“Of course, if you knock and I don’t answer I am either asleep or have been murdered.” you said from the bed.

“Don’t joke with that” he said chuckling and closing the door behind him.

“I’m not a sheep afterall...” you muttered. 

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Gauze and antiseptic This is part 3 of an Eric x reader series, in case you haven’t read part 1 and 2 do it!

I changed slightly the order of the facts which happen in the books but it’s just because I wanted to make “capture the flag” an activity for the initiates who had already passed the initiation. I changed the timeline for the benefit of the story.

BTW let’s imagine Molly was there too when Tris was attacked. I need four attackers.

· Bad Boy

·Bad boy 2

It had been two weeks since you had arrived to dauntless, you had improved your resistence running and your strength, you were pretty satisfied with how in shape you were getting, you hadn’t been so fit in your whole life.

Since the fights started you had competed against four initiates, you only had lost your fight against Edward because you hadn’t really learnt his moves and he was way stronger than you. Your other fights had been against Peter, Molly and Al. Al had been quite the problem, you didn’t want to hurt him but he wouldn’t move and you couldn’t find the spot on his neck, it took you three minutes to make him black out and you had felt like shit right after it. He refused to fight and you couldn’t understand why he had chosen Dauntless. Winning Molly had been quite easy, she was really predictable and didn’t have a certain thing she was specially good at. Unfortunately it hadn’t been the same for Tris. Will and Christina were over the line and you were second but Tris wasn’t improving so you decided to ask her to come to train with you and Peter one night.

Peter had surprised you, he hadn’t been mad at you, slightly frustrated by being defeated by you but not mad, he had kept his promise and it made your heart get lighter when you heard a sarcastic comment as soon as you walked in his room of the infirmary.

Eric had kept assuring you you would lose your next fight and you would just reply sarcastically and walk away. Everything was going perfectly but the night Edward was attacked everything started going downhill.

You couldn’t believe Peter had been capable of doing that. You had thought he was a good guy, ambitious and sometimes mean, but good nonetheless.

It was crystal you were wrong. When Edward was stabbed you, Myra and Tris were the first ones to react, when the lights were switched on Edward was taken to the infirmary and you had went with him. You waited outside while Myra was inside with him, you could hear the sobs from outside the door and couldn’t hold back the anger filling your body. You started walking down corridors and you found the worst person you could find at the moment.

“How could you” you said holding back your fury, trying your best to sound cold. “I know it was you, you and Drew were the only ones who weren’t on your beds.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about” he said.

“Peter don’t you dare to lie to me. Are you planning on doing that to me too?” you asked raising your voice.

“I’d never hurt you but he was the first one, I only did it because he wasn’t good enough”

“I don’t think you are the one who should judge that Peter. I just don’t understand how could you do it. Steal someone’s life that way. I thought you were different.”

“What, you thought I’d help you do flower crown while we sung peace songs? I’m not that person. This is a fight, only the best ones will win therefore I should do my best to achieve what I want to.”

“How do you dare. You are a transfer too, don’t pretend you belong here anymore than I do.”

“Then why do you care what happens to a boy who was going to take someone’s place in the faction. He wouldn’t have cared if that had happened to you.” he said

“And why the fuck should you know that? Belonging to Dauntless doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch.”

“You are so fucking weak, there’s no way on Earth you are getting through the second part of the initiation.”

“Why the fuck do you care anyway?” you spat at him. You were getting to angry now.

“Oh I don’t care in the end all of you are weak as hell and I would stabb him three, four, five and six times if it were necessary” he said.

10 feet was the distance between the both of you and a corridor crossed perpendicularly the one you were currently in.

The anger you had been holding back for those minutes was getting too much to bare and after his words you just exploded and started walking towards him intending to hit him as hard as you could. Unfortunately someone stopped you before you could get to him and dragged you towards the corridor he had come out from.

“Easy there Apple Pie wouldn’t want you to get hurt would we” Eric’s voice said just before your ear. You groaned in desesperation and tried to get him off. Your feet didn’t reach de floor, his arms were holding you against his chest and keeping your arms tightly against your body.

“Eric let me go” you said moving your body frantically.

“Not until you calm down” he said taking you to a corner. You stopped struggling and slowly he left you on the ground, still holding your arms.

You left out a loud sigh and stood still until you felt his arms getting away from your body. 

“You were right” You said after some seconds. He just stared at you questioningly. “About Peter there was no good to save.” you said “I’m just a stupid girl transfered from amity who is going to fuck up her initiation.” you said leaning your head against the wall.

“I wasn’t exactly right, he wasn’t in fact mad at you he was just trying to be the first one through Edward.”

“Oh fuck now I’m self pitying myself when someone was just stabbed in the eye.” you said. “How strong”

“Hey take it easy, you are getting through the initiation, you are the first one for now and I recommend you listen to me carefully because I don’t tend to say nice things about people. You have managed to beat one of the strongest fighters of your initiation, you have proven to be strong and intelligent enought to get on top of that list so I suggest you stop doubting yourself and get ready to keep going on because this isn’t over at all.” It wasn’t much but it was Eric after all, he had complimented you and tried to cheer you up so you should appreciate it.

You took a deep breath and smiled. “Thank you Eric”.

“Don’t get used to it I won’t go any easier on you” he said but you saw he was holding back a smile, not a smirk, a smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of it” you answered smiling and turning around. “I’ll see you tomorrow sir” you said walking towards the bedroom. You could almost see him rolling his eyes and it made you smile even wider.

Two days had gone by and you were walking around with Tris, you weren’t really headed anywhere, you simply walked and talked, trying to relieve the stress you had been bottling up.

Just as you were near to a corner four people walked in the same corridor as you and Tris and slapped you and hit Tris on the head, you felt slightly dizzy from the slap but when you felt two people pulling you up you started struggling. You couldn’t see anything and something was covering your mouth, you heard Tris making muffled noises. You bit hard on the thing covering your mouth and heard a little scream. 

“Help someone” you screamed just before you were silenced again, you heard Tris screaming something too but you didn’t quite understand it, you didn’t know what to do and you were afraid of what would happen to you. You kicked hard and managed to hit someone but you were still being held. You heard footsteps nearing and heard punchs and something else, you wondered if Tris had managed to get rid of her capturers, you kicked again with both legs against what was holding you and managed to put your feet on the floor, your mouth was freed and you struggled to get your hands free.

Suddenly you were free and nothing was holding your arms anymore but that made you lose your balannce and you fell to the floor, you took the blindfold off and saw Four kicking one last time whoever had been kicking you. After that he looked at you hurriedly.

“I’m okay” you said and he rushed besides Tris.

Some moments after that Eric came rushing down a corridor.

“Who was screaming?” his voice inquired just as he walked in and found one body on the floor, Tris touching her forehead as Four was kneeled beside her holding her arm inspecting her wounds. His eyes kept moving through the scenario and then he saw you, you could see his eyes slightly widening after that. He walked directly towards you and cupped your face, examining you, looking for injuries.

“What happened?” he asked, his eyes moving to your arms and the rest of your body.

“Tris and I were walking, then four people rushed to us, Tris was hit on the head, I was slapped, two people grabbed me and two people grabbed her, we were brought here and I guess they planned to throw us over the Chasm, I think I was hit more times but I’m starting to feel that now, I guess the adrenaline made me kind of ignore it, I think Tris is worse than me but I’m not sure about what happened to her once they got her, you should ask her.” you said all that rather coldly and matter-of-factly.

“She already has Four looking after her.”he said. “Your cheek is only slightly red, I don’t know about the rest.” he said running his thumb across your cheek which made a shiver run down your spine. He then stood away from you abruptly and kneeled in order to inspect the body on the floor. It was Drew, which meant Peter had organised this, which meant Molly was probably involved too. But you didn’t know who the fourth individual was. You heard  Tris crying and you felt quite bad, you didn’t feel like crying, you felt quite empty and now that Eric had left your side it was even worse.

You saw him whisper something on Drew’s ear and then he started kicking him hard.

“Eric, Eric stop!” you screamed trying to push him back, you tried to grab his arms and make him walk backwards, you put your hands on his chest and pushed him softly backwards. “He is just stupid. He follows orders” Eric just stared at you and then closed his eyes. Some seconds after that you realised Tris and Four weren’t there anymore.

“Wait for me here will you?” he asked quite softly. You just nodded as he grabbed Drew and took him somewhere, you didn’t really care where as long as he didn’t beat the hell out of him.

You sat on a rock and watched the water flow, you didn’t know how long it had been when you heard footsteps behind you. You stood up and turned around.

“There’s no way on Earth you are going to the infirmary as long as that boy is still there and the other three are free.”

“Don’t worry, I’m okay I’ll just go to the bedroom and rest until tomorrow. I’m sure they’re just some bruises.” you said still coldly. He could feel you weren’t being yourself.

“You are coming with me now, you are not going to the bedroom if I’m not sure you are alright.” he said turning around. “Follow me”

“Where are we going?” 

“To my apartment, it’s the only place I can know you are safe for now”

“Why do you care anyway? I’m just an initiate who couldn’t get rid of two assholes.”

“You know as well as I do who was the other person who was grabbing you, there was no way on Earth you could get both of them off alone” you just sighed as you walked. You didn’t know this part of the faction, it was different and you appreciated the change of view, not seeing the same corridors over and over again.

After some time walking Eric stopped before a door and opened it. He waited for you to walk in before him.

“What are you waiting for pumpkin? I won’t bite you” he said, that made you take some steps towards the apartment until you were just before the door. He walked in behind you and closed the door silently.

The flat was clean and organised, a small table and a sofa above a carpet, some really simple paintings hanging on the walls a clock and some shelves full of books.

“Your apartment is really nice” you said shyly still standing on the same place you had been when you had entered the room.

“Sit down, I’m going to get something to clean up your wounds.” he said leaving through a door. You carefully approached the sofa and sat still, just as you did you felt a pang of pain on your back and a slight discomfort in your leg.

Some moments later Eric walked back in with a red box in his hands. He looked at you for a moment, stopped on his tracks and after some seconds he started walking again towards you.

“Alright I think the best will be for you to go to the bathroom, see where you have been injured and put on this t-shirt so I can clean whatever you have because those clother are too tight and I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything.” he said the last part lowering his gaze which was a really strange thing for him to do.

“Alright. I think I have something on my back though” you said staring at the floor. This was a quite violent subject to talk about with your instructor who you were developing feelings for.

“Oh, uh... I’ll go see if I have anything which can work for you” he said standing up.

“I’ll start getting changed” you said. “Where’s the bathroom?” you asked.

“The door on the left” he said.

“Thank you” you said rushing towards the room with the t-shirt in your hands. You removed your t-shirt in the first place and it was quite painful, your back was full of bloody scratches and your arms had bruises where you had been held.

You  put the t-shirt Eric had given you on and instantly you felt his smell around you, you inhaled deeply and closed your eyes. You washed your face with the water from the tap and saw the red of your cheek was fading away.

The rough part came when you had to take your leggings off. As you slid them off they stuck to your skin, it was bloddy, you didn’t know how on Earth you had gotten those, some looked like nails and the other ones you didn’t want to know, you simply got them down completely with a grimace and inhaled at the sudden pain. The t-shirt reached your thighs and you left out a sigh at the loss of the sweaty bloddy clothes. You folded them and walked out.

“I’ve been looking but I don’t think I have any short trousers and I don’t know what else would work”

“Don’t worry it’s alright, I’m surt I’m not the first girl you see with her panties on” you said giving less importance to what was about to happen.

“Sit in the sofa” he said and kneeled before you. The sight made you feel awkward, you felt really nervous and you were going back to your senses. Eric stared at your legs and his eyes stared at the bloody marks all over them. “You say you didn’t notice when this happened?” he said as he started cleaning your injuries with a gauze and antiseptic, it stang and you couldn’t help but to let some whimpers out every now and again as your leg tried to get away from him. “I know it stings” he said as he kept desinfecting your leg, his left hand held your leg gently while the other one kept torturing you with the antiseptic. Once he was done with your left leg he started doing the same to your right one and every second it passed you felt less pain and more tickles were his hand held your leg, it was becoming quite a torture too, having his hand so close to you, it made you feel bubbly. 

“I should’ve trusted you you know?” you said dreamily. “You said Peter wasn’t good, today he tried to kill me, it’s quite sad I considered him a friend.”

“People tend to surprise us and in a negative way” he said still staring at your leg.

“I guess... but you are quite the opposite.” you said still not looking at him. You felt him stopping cleaning your scratches and resting both his hands on your leg.

They ran down your leg gently until he reached your ankle and you let out a sigh you didn’t know you had been holding. “Everyone has different aspects of themselves.”

“Yeah, we tend to show different façades depending on who are we talking to.”

He raised himself slighly “I think your legs will be okay” he said cupping the cheek you had been slapped in. “Your cheek is okay too” you nodded. “Lay down on your stomach, I’ll raise the t-shirt to your shoulders okay?” he asked. You just nodded and did as he asked. You felt his fingers gingerly grab the ends of the t-shirt and felt the soft fabric moving up until it reached your shoulders.

“Saying you had something on your back was quite an understatement” he said. His hands rested on your lower back and you felt tingles wherever his hands where. His hands moved upwards and you couldn’t hold back a giggle. He quirked his eyebrow and run his fingers down your sides.

“Eric stop” you said trying to supress your laughter.

“Are you ticklish?” he asked quite increously.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked, your breathing going back to normal just before his hands went up your sides again. By now you were trying to supress sighs and moans because no man had ever touched you that way. No one had ever caressed your legs or your back the way he was doing and that wasn’t helping with the fact you had been aching for his touch for weeks.

“That’s pretty interesting information” he said, you could hear the smirk on his voice as he started running another gaze down your wounds. At the same time he did that he drew circles on the small of your back and by this point you didn’t know if he was aware of what he was doing to you.

Not making any sounds was requiring all the self control you had, and then he brushed your hair to a side and his fingers brushed your neck, you highly doubted he hadn’t seen your shiver. He kept running the gaze soaked in antiseptic down your back and by the end it was almost calming. His touch slowly soothing you to sleep, you fell completely asleep when his hands moved to your shoulders and squeezed them.

...

You woke up covered by soft white sheets which smelled like Heaven and for a second you felt as if you had no worries in the world. Then you remembered you hadn’t fallen asleep in a bed yeesterday and that that wasn’t your bed, it was Eric’s. You sat up fastly on the bed and looked around you. You saw a note on the bedside table.

I brought you to bed yesterday. Don’t worry about today’s training, you didn’t have any fights today and your abscence adn Tris’ is absolutely justificated. I’ll go there when I finish, I’ll get you some clothes on my way back so you don’t need to wear yesterday’s.

-Eric

Your heart skipped a beat when you read the letter you had fallen asleep on his couch while his hands were cleaning your back. And you couldn’t stop remembering how nice his hands felt against your skin, his skin was rough against yours and you forced yourself to leave that line of thoughts because it wasn’t healthy for you. You would never get anything more from him, he had already done enough and you had to forget your silly crush for someone who was out of your league. However you didn’t know that Eric was unable to focus the whole day because of you.

He couldn’t stop replaying last night’s moments in his mind, what he had felt when he saw you had been hurt, what he had wanted to do to those boys, how painfully hot you had looked on his shirt and how badly he had wanted to tear it off from you, he couldn’t anyway.

He couldn’t forget your wounded legs either, your beautiful smooth legs covered in scratches, and your back, your soft skin which felt so good against his fingertips, it made him feel guilty, falling for an initiate but you were so different from everyone, you were able to reply to him whenever he would be mean and yet you were so fragile he felt you would break.

When you had giggled because of his hands on your back he had felt way too aroused, it took him all his will power to not tickle you until you ran out of breath only to straddle and kiss you right after. He had kept feeling your skin anyway, taking advantage of the excuse he had to touch you anywhere he could. He was dying to run his hands down your hair and when he tried to brush it to a side he had brushed your neck and then he had obtained the first reaction from you, he knew you had held back sounds moans because he had felt your body shaking once or twice but to get a real reaction from you, that really had made him question his strength to keep touching you and not being able to allow his hands to wander anywhere he wished. He was dying to run his hands down your waist to your hips and grab your ass. He had held himself back though, and after some minutes he had realised you were asleep. He had brushed your hair off your face and as gently as he could, raised you from the couch and under the covers of his bed. He would have really liked to lay down there with you, but he knew it was unapropiate so he went to the couche and laid there until the next day, and here he was, trying to focus on anything but you, which was becoming quite hard.

...

You had made the bed and tidied the things Eric had used to clean your wounds the previous day. Just as you were siting on the couch the main door opened and he walked in.

“Hello” you said.

“Hello princess how’d you sleep”

“Really well but you should’ve left me on the couch, it’s your ved afterall.”

“I didn’t mind it, besides you were hurt, you needed to rest”

“Well thank you anyway” you said smiling at him.

“I brought you some clothes” he said giving you a bag with one of your t-shirs and leggings.

“Thank you” you said again as you took them. “I’ll go, get changed” you muttered, you were still wearing his shirt and you felt slightly naked.

As soon as you left the bathroom you felt filled with energy again. “I think I should go back to the bedroom” you said staring at the floor.

“Uh-huh” was all he said, he wanted to beg you to stay, to pin you against a world kiss you and make love to you until you couldn’t remember your own name but he didn’t do any of those things, you were still an initiate and you had to focus on the second part of the initiation. He walked you to the door and leaned on the doorframe.

“I... thank you for taking care of me... I really appreciate it” you said looking at him in the eye for a brief moment before staring back at the ground.

“Anytime, try not to get your ass kicked today though.” he said looking down at you. You were so small compared to him he wanted to take you in his arms and just make you know you were his, but you weren’t.

“Oh shit, I was intending on changing Peter’s shampoo for pink dye” you said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes at you and smirked. You turned around and jogged towards your bedroom.

As soon as you got there you  learnt Al had commited suicide, the worst of all was that you felt no sadness or regret. He had been on of the attackers. He couldn’t bare with what he had almost done. It was his problem. Yours was to get a certain Dauntless leader out of your head.

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Hey there so here goes part 2 for my fanfic with Eric!!! Hope you like it! It’s going to be shorter than yesterday’s but I’ll do my best!!!

If you didn’t read part 1 you sould so you can read it by pressing this title -> Bad Boy

Hope you enjoy it!!!

After a couple of hours you and Peter went back to bed and you felt more confident and less irritated, the physical activity had helped you to get rid of some of the stress you had and you were quite tired. 

As soon as you got to the room you got changed and dropped on the bed.

“You’re not quite what they are going to expect” Peter said from his bed in a whisper.

“I just hope I’m good enough to pass” you said.

“Well if we keep doing this you definitely will”

“Where did you learn to fight?” You asked him.

“I don’t really know how to fight, I’m just strong.”

“I think you will be in the Top 3″ you said holding back a yawn.

“I know I’m going to be on the Top3″ he said. 

“I’m glad we trained.”

“Same. Goodnight”

“Goodnight” you whispered as you fell asleep.

“Good morning initiates!!! Time to get up and get some work done” Being woken up by Eric’s deafening screams.

You groaned and got up, you didn’t really like the idea of changing in front of everyone so you just made an effort and turned around. You got changed and turned around again as Christina and Tris joined you.

“Are you ready for today?” Christina asked.

“Guess so” Tris muttered.

Let’s say the training wasn’t too gentle with any of you. By the end of it there wasn’t a single part of you which didn’t ache.

You had been very silent the whole day, truth be told, your behaviour from the previous day wasn’t too common. 

It took you a while to adapt and gain confidence in new places, and until you did you were shy. The previous day had been an exception because you were quite overwhelmed by everything going on. You had been focusing the whole day. You needed to learn everything you could before the tests started. Well, tests or whatever they were called in Dauntless.

While you punched and ran you remembered, remembered about the days spent in Erudition, reading about Divergents, about the human body and its limits, about love stories, fantasy, drama.

You had always been extremely interested on Divergents, discovering you were one of them shocked you and worried you.

You knew your initiation would be divided in two parts, and if you managed to pass the first one, you were worried about what would happen after.

You would have to be extremely careful with your actions during the second phase, you knew no one would help you.

That line of thoughts was stopped everytime Eric or Four would scream you were changing the activity.

When you finally finished training you went straight to your room. You showered taking advantage of being alone at that hour and got ready to go to have dinner. When the time came you headed towards the room and sat in the same place as the previous day.

You ate the same, but absentmindely, you couldn’t stop thinking, thinking about what Eric had said, about not passing, about training with Peter that night.

“Y/N?” Christina said snapping her fingers before your eyes.

“Yes?” You asked snapping out of your thoughts.

“You’ve been off the whole day, is something wrong?”

“No, don’t worry, I’m just tired” you said forcing a smile.

“Well, we all are, they are fucking crazy I mean, how can they possibly think we are going to get through this?” she asked. You chuckled. “We are going for a walk after dinner, maybe get some tattoes, are you coming?”

“I think I’ll just stay away from those for a while thank you very much” you said with a smile.

“You scared pumpkin?” a voice said behind you.

You just turned around and didn’t answer, you really didn’t know how to answer You were a sarcastic person, but you didn’t feel confident to talk back.

“Just sleepy” you muttered and turned back around.

“You are aware he only talks to you right?” Will asked.

“Yeah I know, I’m the only one who managed to piss him off the first day” you said. “I’m really that lucky”.

By that time all of you had finished eating.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Tris asked.

“Yeah, sorry, I promise I’ll go with you another day”

After that they left and you headed to the room, there were some people there, about five initiates, Peter among them.

“Hi there” he said dropping himself on your bed.

“Thanks for making yourself at home.” you said laughing.

“I knew you were dying for it” he said.

“Wow, didn’t think I was so obvious” you muttered as you sat on the bed.

“Same time as yesterday?” he asked.

“Yeah, but I think we should just train for an hour.”

“Agree. I’ll wake you up” he said jumping off the bed.

You covered your body with the sheets and sighed as you felt your muscles relax.

Your whole body ached and you didn’t remember being so tired ever. After training with both, Peter and the group for days you felt exhausted.

You turned out to be quite good at throwing knives and specially good at shooting. Your aim was quite good but aparently Eric thought otherwise.

“You need to rest more of the weapon’s weight on your shoulder” he said behind you.

You tried to change your position but you didn’t quite get how to do that without losing the hability to aim correctly.

“Your aim is pretty good but you need to improve the position.” he took the hand which you used to keep the weapon steady and put it away from it. “Start by putting the shotgun’s butt on your shoulder and adapt your arm and hand  from there” he said pressing the shotgun’s butt against your shoulder and putting your arm aroung the weapon himself. “Now it’s better”

“Thank you” you muttered. His touch had made you really nervous, it made you feel bubbly and you weren’t used to that so you just tried to supress your excitement and aimed at the target. Right in the middle.

“Nice on pumpkin, maybe you’ll even manage to pass the first round although your likely to lose even your first fight.” It amazed you how he was capable of ruining the nice thing he said with a rude one, he somehow managed to make the critic rough enough just to make you forget about the compliment.

Next day the fighting started, and let’s just say it wasn’t nice. Eric didn’t make you fight but Tris ended up pretty bad and so did most people who fought that day.

That night you forced Peter to make some promises. The both of you promised that if the two of you had to fight against eachother neither of you would go easy on the other one. The other one wouldn’t get mad. Each of you would have to do their best. You were becoming pretty attached to Peter, and that was never a good thing.

After seeing Peter fight three times you had learnt his moves. You knew how he played around and tried to fool his enemies. He hadn’t seen you fight against a person yet, so that was positive for you.

“Y/N and Peter” Four said “Your turn” You were pretty worried. You needed to win this or you would have trouble passing the line.

“Let’s see what are you made of pumpkin” Eric whispered as you walked past him.

You knew Peter would try to move first so you didn’t bother to try to start. He was right-handed so you knew what side he would attack from first.

When you saw him start to move to the side you hurried to move to the opposite side and kicked him as hard as you could on his stomach, he flinched for a second and then went back to the fight.

He tried to  kick you this time, but you managed to move away in time. After that he aimed at  your fight ant managed to make you tumble, you threw at him a couple of punches which landed on his side and neck and somehow he managed to make you fall and pin you to the floor.

Before he punched you square on the face you kicked him as hard as you could between the legs and got him off you. You would need him to pass out in order to win. You started running through your memories looking for something useful as you pinned him against the matress.

You knew you wouldn’t manage to keep him there for too long so as soon as you saw he was about to make you fall you stood up fastly.

You remembered there is a point in your neck which, if pressed correctly and for the right amount of time has the ability to knock out someone.

When he stood up you jumped on his back and as he stumbled for some seconds you got on arm around his neck and the other one looked for the point. As soon as you found it you pressed and counted. You knew Peter was desesperating so he started to try to get you off. After forty seconds he passed out and fell backwards, which made you be squeezed between his heavy body and the matress.

You groaned as the pain ran through your back. Got Peter off you and got him sitting down.

“Training is over for today” Eric shouted and everyone left in a hurry as Christina and Tris smiled at you and waited at the door.

“Four please, take Peter to the infirmary.”

“Can I go with him?” you started to ask but Eric cut you off fast.

“I need to talk to you first.” you made some signs to Tris and Christina telling them to leave, they smiled at you reassuringly and left.

As soon as the two of you were alone your body tensed.

“Where did you learn to do that ?” he asked you.

“I read about it” you said.

“Come with me”

“Where?”

“You are bleeding, I’m taking you to the infirmary.” he said.

“I’m not...” You started to say but then noticed the taste of blood in your mouth.

“You shouldn’t be friends with that boy” he said.

“Why would you say that?”

“He isn’t going to be happy when he wakes up. He needs to be the first one, and everything which represents a threat will be destroyed by him if he has the chance.

“Well I need to be sure he actually gets mad”

“You just knocked him out, he is definitely going to be mad.” He said.

“What if he isn’t?” you said just as your teeth scratched a cut on your lip and you let out a groan.

Eric turned around and held your chin firmly, yet gently, you almost felt like he cared. Almost.

“Well he managed to get you pretty injured before he passed out. And what you just said show a part of you still belongs to Amity. You need to see the good in people. and you aren’t going to find it here.” he said as he ran his thumb along one of your wounds.

“I’d never go back to Amity, and if people don’t even have the chance to show who they are we’d never do anything because it would change nothing. There’s evil in us, most of us are evil but if we don’t give value to kindness or goodness it will eventually disappear.”

“Maybe there’s no kindness to save anymore” he replied as he started walking again.

“Maybe there’s never been any kindness to save” you said as you started walking too. You finally reached the nursery and after one of the nurses healed your cuts you saw Eric leaning on the doorframe.

“You are staying until he wakes up right?” he asked.

“He should wake up already so it’s no big deal, probably he is just sleeping due to the exhaustment”

“Well congratulations for that move, the fight was pretty amazing although you probably won’t pass the second fight.” he said as he turned around and left.

You can read part 2 here! -> Bad boy 2

Pairing: You x Eric

Fandom: Divergent

Summary: You are an Amity girl who moves to Dauntless and catches Eric’s attention with your wit and sassy remarks along with your strength.

Warnings: None other than cursing I think

A/N:This is my first one for Eric so I hope you like it! My intention is to make this a quite long fic so if I see you like it I’ll keep writing it. Hope you enjoy it!!!

Years. You had been thinking about what faction you would move to for years.

Your mother had died when you were very young, and with her death everything good in your life was gone.

You were born in Amity, and although no one would expect anyone born in that faction to be mean or agressive you had experienced violence from a young age.

Your mother had too, and although her murder was declared an accident you knew otherwise.

From a very early age you had developed interests in matters which didn’t have anything to do with your faction. You would spend the day away from home trying to avoid your father.

You would daydream about what it would be like to leave your faction, leave your father and run away from everything you had known.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the ideals of your faction, you did, but sometimes they weren’t put to work and you couldn’t stand being there.

People in your faction thought you were a really clumsy person because you would usually show up full of wounds, you had even learnt to cope with the pain quite well.

You always wondered what faction you should choose, what faction would you fit in. The first faction you decided wouldn’t make you happy was Abnegation, you had had enough of sacrificing and not exercising your rights. The next one you decided not to join was Candor because you knew you would lie in order to protect someone, you kept secrets and you were good at it. You didn’t really have trouble at keeping things to yourself and pretending.

You were left with Dauntless and Erudition. You had went to the erudites’ faction everytime you had the chance, you would spend hours learning and investigating. Knowledge fascinated you to no end so you were seriously considering choosing Erudition.

Then there was Dauntless, pure freedom and discipline at the same time. You didn’t really know what drew you to that faction, you just knew it would give you the chance to defend yourself and avoid being treated like your father had done ever again.

You hoped your doubts would be solved in your aptitude test, but your expectations turned out to be  destroyed with the results. Divergent. And guess what? You did fit in every single faction but Candor. Really helpful.

The day before the choosing ceremony you felt like your stomach was about to explode. Your head was a mess and you felt like your brain would melt anytime.

Your father was convinced you’d never dare to leave, you had convinced him you’d never dare to.

You felt like you weren’t in your own body, it was like you walked led by someone else and you weren’t the leader of your actions.

You snapped out of your state when you heard your name being called. You panicked for a second. Only one second.  Then you inhaled deeply and stood up. You weren’t aware of what you were doing, you just walked and placed yourself in front of the bowls. You ran the knife through your palm and located your hand above the bowl full of crystal water, you sighed and just as a drop of blood was going to fall you moved your hand and placed it above the burning fire of Dauntless. The blood made noise as it collided against the rocks.

A huge sigh left your lips as you heard cheers from the Dauntless group. You turned around and walked towards them. As you sat you saw your father staring, his mouth open and his eyes full of rage.

You looked back at him defiantly and after some seconds redirected your stare towards the other next person choosing a faction.

When everything was over your body felt numb, and suddenly everyone started running, you hadn’t felt what you felt at that moment in your whole life.

It was like getting a rock off your chest for the first time ever, like cutting ropes which had you trapped. Your whole body was shaking as you started running.

At that moment you knew you had made the right choice. Freedom to do whatever you wanted, to scream, jump and run.

You saw everyone start climbing and you followed right after, then you saw the train arriving… and it wasn’t stoppig, they were jumping!

You were dumbfounded for a second but realised you had to hurry and jumped in, as soon as you were up you lost your balance and bumped into someone.

“Sorry” you muttered.

“Easy there amity” a boy with dark hair said. You rolled your eyes and when you were about to leave he took your hand to shake it.

“Peter”

“Y/N” you said “nice to meet you”

“Pity I can’t say the same”

“Pity you can’t shut your mouth for three seconds” you said as you turned around.

“I see you already met Peter” a tall girl said.

“Yeah, I just had the pleasure” you said sarcastically.

“He’s a pain in the ass, I’m Christina, and this is Tris”

“Y/N”

“So you are from Amity, I dunno which one out of the two of you is worse, Amity or Abnegation”

You smiled but it disappeared quickly as you saw people jumping off the train.

“Emmmm… I don’t mean to worry you but everyone is jumping off this thing”

“What?”

“Oh fuck” muttered Christina

“Are we supposed to jump???”

“I guess so...” you said as you looked out. “We need to get on that roof, get ready” you said.

“Together?” Christina asked.

“One… Two...”

“Three!” the three of you screamed as you jumped and landed quite painfully on the ground. You felt the rocks cutting your skin and making holes on your clothes but you hurried to stand up and checked on Tris and Christina.

“How was it?” you asked.

“They could have warned” Christina said.

“You wouldn’t have joined Dauntless then? If that’s so you can leave because you don’t belong here” You turned around to see who was talking like that to Christina and saw a blond tall guy. He was definitely handsome… and an asshole.

You had to bite your tongue to avoid replying to him.

You knew Christina was doing the same and after sometime the man’s attention divided among all the initiates.

“I’m Eric, I’m one of Dauntless’ leaders and I’ll be in charge of your initiation. The first thing  you’ll need to do will be to get your ass down there” he said pointing below him. He was on the edge of the roof and behind him was nothing.

“You want us to jump?” the Candor boy from before had asked.

Everybody started talking in an agitated way, you looked around you and neared the edge to see what was down there.

“What Apple Pie are you jumping first?” he said sarcastically.

“You just said you wanted us to get our ass down there right?” he looked at you suspiciously and narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t try to fool me initiate.”

“I’m not, I’m just doing what you asked for” you said as you sat on the edge and gripped the stone. You slowly left your body off the edge and started to balance in order to reach a hole in the wall.

“We don’t have the whole day initiate, why don’t you make this easier and just jump?”

“Because it could be a trap to get rid of the foolest ones first” you said as you gripped a pipeline and started sliding down it. When you thought you were close enough you used your feet to get enough impulse to land in the black hole. You felt like you could fly for some seconds and after that you collided rougly against a net.

Just as you left out a groan someone pushed the net down and your body rolled to the side.

“Congratulations for being the first one to jump, Amity” a boy with dark hair and brown eyes said as he helped you down.

“I didn’t jump” you said.

“Did Eric push you?” he asked shocked

“I climbed down” you said as you looked at your hands which were really dirty after gripping that pipe.

“Well congratulations, what’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N”

“Y/N first jumper!” he screamed and just after that you heard a body hiting the net, it was Tris.

After talking to the boy for longer than expected he shouted she was the second jumper and she walked towards  you.

“Congratulations, you got Eric pretty mad” she said.

“Did I?” you asked worriedly.

“Don’t worry I don’t think he will remember after telling the guys to grow some balls and jump” she said chuckling.

“Hope so” you said as Christina fell on the net.

After everyone had jumped you were forced to walk by Eric and Four, or that was who he pretended to be.

Christina found this pretty amusing as she couldn’t hold back one of her witty remarks.

“Alright, now the ones born in Dauntless are going with Lauren and the transfers are going with Four” Eric said. You were glad he wasn’t the one showing y’all around.

After Four had shown you all the installations and explained you how everything was going to work, you also discovered you could be kicked out of the faction if you weren’t good enough. How nice. You got your clothes and got led to the room you would share. They gave you some time to change and you would have to burn your old clothes after that.

You waited for Christina and Tris to get changed and then all of you burnt your clothes and headed to the place where you’d eat.

Just as you were going to start eating everyone in your table shut up and looked behind you.

“May I help you?” you asked turning around.

“You may hurry the fuck up and follow me unless you want your ass kicked off the faction” Eric said. You quirked your eyebrow as you stood up and followed him.

“That little mouth of yours is going to get you in quite a lot of trouble, pumpkin” he said looking seriously at you.

“I was only being polite” you said looking back at him.

“Don’t play the fool with me” he said putting one of his arms at one side of your head making you put your back against the wall.

“I don’t understand the problem here, I only did what you asked for” you said.

“I’m not threatening you yet. I’m warning you Apple Pie”

“Will you stop calling me that? I’m not in Amity anymore”

“You’re in Dauntless for now, don’t forget it. This year is going to be quite interesting, I wonder who will be out first, the stiff or you sugar.” he said putting his other hand on the other side of your head.

“Be careful. You never know who could get mad at you and kick you out” he said smirking.

“Yeah. It’s hard to figure out who would be capable of such a thing.” you said as his smirk widened at youe words.

“Really enjoyed this small chat, you can got back to eat now that you still can” he said backing off and walking away.

You narrowed your eyes at him hoping that maybe you would develop pyrokinesis right then.

“What was that?” Christina asked as you sat back down.

“Some bad boy façade he needs to put up to scare initiates” you muttered as you played with your food.

“Well looks like it went quite deep” a boy with dark hair told you. “I’m Will by the way”

“Well he can go fuck himself” you muttered “Y/N”

“What about the peace and love thing?” a blond tall guy asked.

“ I’m not in Amity” you answered. “I’m tired I think I’m going to sleep now.”

You headed to your room and dropped on the bed, just as you did you started crying, all the tension, all the worries you had been holding back had left only to be replaced with new ones, you muffled your sobs against the pillow and tried to stabilise your breaths.

“Miss mummy and daddy Amity?” You heard Peter’s voice say mockingly behind you.

“Mummy is dead and daddy a sadistic son of a bitch so I’d say no” you said staring at him, and your voice came out so steady you coulnd’t believe it.

He looked like he didn’t expect that answer. He opened his mouth several time as if he intended to say something.

“Don’t bother” you said as you rolled back on the bed.

“Do you want to come to train?”

“I planned to after everyone fell asleep.”

“Good idea” he said.

“I didn’t say you could come”

“I think you are going to need my help.” he said.

“Everyone seems to think they know me and my future so yeah. Wake me up when you want.” you said as you covered your body with a sheet.

“y/n wake up” a voice whispered in your ear as someone shook you.

“I’m up, I’m up” you said holding back a yawn.

You stood up silently and followed him through some corridors.

“Training hasn’t even started yet” you muttered.

“You want to be the best one, and so do I” he answered. You just nooded.

Peter opened a door and you walked in a huge room.

“What do you want to start with?” he asked.

Summary: You are one of the Starks and travel with them to King’s Landing were you will start losing your family and some tragical facts will  lead you to a not so unhappy relationship with the youngest one of the Lannisters.

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You were born a Stark and you always enjoyed spending time on the North, you loved your land and your family dearly.

You were daughter of Ned and Catelyn Stark, you were younger than Robb and Jon but older than Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon. You loved them all and although you weren’t the oldest one you usually played the role of the most sensible and responsible out of them all.

It was you who tried to keep all the siblings together and ensure none of them felt out of place, specially Jon, he worried you sometimes, your mother wasn’t too kind to him and you always ran after him whenever you saw he was upset.

You were kind of a rock to Jon but it was completely different with Robb, the both of you seemed almost twins sometimes, mentally at least, you always enjoyed spending time together and as he was the oldest one and was admired by the youngest ones you had to go to him everytime you wanted to organise something.

Your relationship with Sansa was complicated, you loved her dearly but you didn’t understand how she could be so bubbly sometimes, her innocence was one of the reasons which made you love her of course, but you wondered when she would start realising not everyone was good. You both loved doing things together though, you liked spending time alone with her and just gossip about the things happening in the North.

Arya was explosive, she admired you a lot as you had asked father his permission to be allowed to learn how to fight before her, you never understood why Robb and Jon would be allowed to do so but you weren’t. Of course you would never say that aloud, you weren’t that stupid.

It had been hard to convince him but finally and behind your mother’s back you started learning how to use a sword and a bow. When she started practising too the both of you would spend hours rolling on the ground and stopping the other’s attacks, Arya was like fresh air to anyone’s life, she was so active she would always get you in the mood to do something.

Bran and Rickon sometimes saw you as a second mother, specially Rickon. You would spend lots of time with them, either climbing and hiding with Bran or playing with Rickon.

Anyway, you had to admit the best moments would be when all of you were together, you knew you could achieve anything if you were with them and you wanted them to know they could always count on you.

You loved your siblings dearly but you also enjoyed spending time on your own, unlike your brothers you had a very strong interest on knowledge, you loved learning and at your young age you already spoke five languages quite fluently. You loved the feeling of understanding what the wisest people explained, whenever they would be talking and you would know the subject and get their references you would smile to yourself.

You enjoyed reading, studying and had developed a huge interest on art too, you tried to improve your skills on most of them and your life was basically dedicated to your septa’s lessons, spending time with your brothers and sisters and learning on your own.

That however, would change too soon.

One unfortunate day your Lord Father received a letter, if you had just known what it would have brought to your family you would have thrown it into the fire right away.

Jon was joining the Night’s Watch and heading to the Wall the next day. You couldn’t believe your family was being torn apart.

You spent the whole night by his side biting back your tears, you couldn’t stand the thought of losing him, he might not be your brother, but you felt that he was just like Robb or Arya.

You were leaving with Arya and Sansa the next day too. You didn’t like that either, you couldn’t stop thinking about what would you do when you had to leave. You didn’t like your father was forcing you to leave Winterfell either. You wanted to stay with Bran, he hadn’t woken up yet and you wanted to be there for him when he did so.

Father hadn’t listened to your begging though, he was forcing his three daughters to leave towards a foreign land and the worst of all was that Sansa was excited about it. You had met Jaime and Cersei Lannister already, you didn’t like that family at all, they were too twisted for your liking, fortunately for you you were clever enough to keep the woman on line, but you were afraid of what you would find in the South.

You didn’t know what you would do without Robb, Bran and Rickon, but your greatest worry was Jon, he was leaving to never come back and you couldn’t understand why, he was part of your family, why would he head to the Wall and leave you?

Your siblings hadn’t really reacted to Jon’s department, Arya had complained sure, but the one who had surprised you the most had been Sansa, he was so innocent and yet he hadn’t reacted to the department of a person who had been raised as her brother.

You hugged Jon tighter as he put his arms around you.

“You shouldn’t worry so much you know?” He said stroking your hair while you fought back sobs.

“Everything is tumbling down Jon, I have this bad feeling… It feels as if we aren’t going to be together ever again. I don’t want you to leave, you are my brother...” you said, the last part came out as a whisper because you had no air on you lungs due to all the sobbing.

“Everything is going to be okay, it’s just a trip, in some moons you will be back here with all of your brothers, and I promise I’ll come back to see you someday”

“I don’t understand why you are leaving Jon. Aren’t you happy here?”

“Not all of you want me here you know? But I don’t care as long as I know you’ll miss me”

“ You can’t even imagine how much” after that you fell asleep but it was a restless sleep, you had nightmares and when they got too bad Jon would wake you up softly telling that he was going to be alright and you needn’t to worry about him.

You knew if someone found out you had spent the whole night in your step-brother’s bedroom you would be in trouble, but you valued more your last hours with your brother than a conversation with the septa about how unlady like your behaviour had been.

As always time ran out, and you had to say goodbye to Jon. It was the hardest thing you had ever had to do, the worst of all was that in a short amount of time you would have to face things which were way worse.

Jon was the first one to depart, you hugged him as if you knew you would never see him, and who knew, maybe it was true.

As soon as he left you went to your chambers and allowed the tears you had been holding back for days to come out. You cried for what seemed like hours until you realised you would have to leave the rest of your brothers and as soon as you decided you were decent you left towards Bran’s room. You spoke to him, told him you would miss him and you would always be with him as you kissed his forehead, at least mother would stay with him.

You went to Rickon after that and he was devastated, he was so young… he was almost a baby and didn’t understand why 4 of their siblings and his father were leaving one day without an explanation. You took him into your arms and hugged him as you stroke his hair. You would miss him so much… but you had to fight your tears, he couldn’t see you cry or he would get worse.

After you left Rickon you headed to where you expected to find Robb, and you did.

You had trouble finding a way to approach your brother, he had always protected you and when you were by his side you felt protected, just like you did with Jon. You were losing both of them now. On the same day. You weren’t sure your heart would be able to cope with it.

“Hello Robb” he turned around fastly, as if you had startled him.

“Hello sister mine” He said smiling sadly at you.

“Robb promise me you will protect mother, Rickon and Bran.”

“You know I will, don’t worry, nothing will happen.” he said walking towards you and ruffling your hair.

“Take care of yourself, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you too.”

“We aren’t in war dear sister, in some days you’ll be back and I will even allow you to fight me” he said as the corners of his eyes wrinckled.

“You haven’t allowed me to do so yet because you know I would beat you” you said as a giggle escaped your lips.

“You wish dear sister” he said laughing.

“I will miss you so much Robb” you said sighing as he hugged you.

“I will miss you too, let’s just hope you don’t catch any nobleman’s eye or I’ll have to have a word with him about my sister” he joked.

“Oh Robb I can’t believe our family is being torn apart like this”

“This is just a temporary separation, we will see again.”

“Farewell Robb. Take care.” you said as you hugged him tightly.

“Take care dear sister” he said kissing your hair.

After saying goodbye to your mother you found yourself in a carriage which would bring you to the most dangerous place for your family.

You arrived to King’s Landing after a too long trip. There your father was supposed to become the Hand to the King, unfortunately for you you seemed to be the only daughter able to keep her mouth shut when she had to. Sansa was the perfect lady, but she was easily manipulated and Arya was too feisty to be able to hold herself back.

That forced you to go to many acts your sisters could miss. The only thing you liked about King’s Landing was its library which had been kindly opened to you by the king himself, that made you like him a bit more because most men wouldn’t have considered appropiate to allow a woman to read for pleasure.

While your father fulfilled his obligations as the King’s Hand you would spend most of your time on the library until one day happened the obvious, the library wasn’t empty and you realised that when you heard someone clear their throat.

“Oh excuse me, I didn’t see anyone coming, if you wish for me to leave I will immediately” you said standing up.

“No, no, don’t worry, I didn’t want to bother you, I just wanted to know if you would be so kind to allow me to keep you company as I would like to spend some time reading too.” the unique figure of Tyrion Lannister told you.

“Of course sir, for as long as you wish” you said smiling lightly and going back to your  book.

“I’m sorry to bother you again, but I believe we haven’t been introduced properly, I’m Tyrion Lannister.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m y/n Stark”

“So you were the sister I had yet to meet” he said smirking.

“I’m afraid so.”

“I was with your half-brother recently”

“You were? And how is he?” you asked maybe to excitedly.

“He is doing fine, being a member of the Night’s Watch is pretty tough but he is doing well.”

“I’m glad he is, I want you to know I’m truly grateful about you telling me about the wellbeing of my brother” you said and you didn’t miss the frown he couldn’t hide for a few seconds when you used the word brother.

“Are you attending to tonight’s dinner”

“I’m afraid so” you said internaly crying because there wasn’t a thing in the world you you wouldn’t be rather doing that night.

“I have to admit I’m not very fond of those kind of festivities myself.” he said.

“I would say it’s too well-mannered for me”

“Come on you don’t have to lie to me,your manners are impecable, the unsufferable thing about this things is hypocresy.”

“I haven’t really attended many of these parties I’m afraid”

“You don’t need to, living on court is the exact thing”

“A game”

“Exactly, you can either fail...”

“Or success and everything depends on your hability to manipulate or be manipulated.”

“See how you don’t need to attend those to know what you’ll find” he said grinning.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand why you don’t like this kind of acts if they are organised by your family”

“That’s right, by my family not by me” he said smiling. Evidently you had noticed his height, but you didn’t really pay attention to it as you were too focused on his smart eyes, you knew they were trying to read you, and you weren’t giving him that power.

“I’m sure you would be able to skip them if you wanted to, it’s not as if anyone would blame you for that.”

“Well I can drink as much wine as I wish to”

“That’s a good point sir.” you said holding back a giggle.

“You can skip them too if you want to, I’m sure.”

“I’m afraid I’m not that lucky, it seems I came here to find a husband and tighten the relationships between the North and the South so I need to walk around like a doll. You know greet and smile.”

“It’s a shame such a sharp mind is wasted on such activities, they don’t know the conversations they are missing” he answered smiling.

“I’m sure you can find better chatters than me sir”

“I assure you manners keep people’s tongues tangled here in King’s Landing, you can’t even imagine how hard it is to find someone who is even willing to keep a conversation.”

“I bet there’re lots of people wishing to entable conversations with you.”

“Only if they can get something out of it, you already know this.”

“Well that’s how interests work here sir, I’ll only pay attention to you as long as I need something from you”

“May I talk with you for a minute?” your father said from the door.

“Of course father, if you’ll excuse me for a while lord tyrion.”

“Evidently, it was a pleasure talking to you.” he said kissing the back of your hand and leaving the library.

“You cannot trust the Lannisters, I thought you were clever enough to know that” your father told you.

“ I remind you father you brought me here to find a husband so I should try to be liked by everyone.”

“Not the Imp y/n”

“I’d rather you not call him that father.”

“You are playing with fire y/n”

“No father, we all are playing with lions, we did as soon as we stepped in King’s Landind and now we have to play sheeps otherwise we will be attacked.