You are perfect to me.
Tyrion Lannister x OC
Chapter 1.
Just so I all know, I follow the TV-show and not the book. Have not read it yet, unfortunately.
Please comment and tell me what you think (this is my first story on this side.)
Seven direwolfs, seven children. Four boys, three girls.
Rickon the youngest child, named his Shaggydog.
Brandon the sixth child, named his Summer.
Arya the fifth child, named hers Nymeria.
Sansa the fourth child, named hers Lady.
Robb the third child, named his Grey Wind.
Jon Snow the second child but a bastard, named his Ghost.
And the oldest of them, Lelani Stark. She named her direwolf Lytling. (Pronounce LEET-lin.)
The seven children grew up together in Winterfell with their father Eddard and Catelyn Stark. They lived happy together, played and joked around until their parents found out that girls and boys should be separated and do different things more suited for their gender.
Arya hated all the girly things she had to do, sew and play music. Sansa on the other hand loved it. She could probably continue with this for the rest of her life. Lelani didn't complain nor praise. She just did what she had to do, as the oldest sibling should. She always made Arya laugh though, by accidently stab herself with the sewing needle and curse, or play the wrong tune and curse.
She had a bad mouth, Lelani, and she got that from her best friend. He cursed a lot and talked mostly about shitty things, and she did the same. However, they would also do sweet things together. The both enjoyed something, and did it a lot together; reading. He would drink his wine while she read aloud from a book, mostly about dragons that the both loved so much.
The king was arriving at Winterfell soon, and the entire Stark family placed themselves on a line waiting for him. Lelani felt so excited when the horses finally came pouring from the gate. The cart carrying the Queen and her youngest children stopped only a few feet away from them. Joffrey, the oldest son, jumped off his horse as elegant he could, probably to impress Sansa.
The king, on the other hand, needed help to get off his (not as light as he used to.) He and Eddard joked a little before rushing away, not bothering to talk to anyone else. Lelani heard Arya ask where the Imp was, and Sansa replying to shut up. "Arya." Lelani called her sister. "Please don't call him that, he doesn't like it." She heard the Queen chuckle; there she stood beside her twin brother. "Why shouldn't we, Lady Lelani?" She asked with a mocked voice. "He is an Imp, a half man, a dwarf monster. He deserves those names, it's his physical disability."
Lelani smiled softly at the Queen. She knew she shouldn't challenge the most powerful woman in the Seven kingdoms, but the oldest Stark just felt the need of seeing the Queens stunned face. "What is your physical disability, my Queen? I, for example, only have two toes on my left foot while on the other I have six. Everyone has flaws my Queen, even you. I just don't bother to think about them and just look at the positive. Maybe you should too." The Queen had a loss of words. She stayed silence for a few second, before smiling the fakest smile ever and clapped Lelani on the head, a little too harder than necessary. "Funny girl, aren't you?" Lelani smiled brightly and nodded. "Taught by the best. The so called Imp and my best friend, as if you didn't already know that."
Lelani didn't follow her family to the feast, she didn't particularly like it crowded full of people, nor all the noise. She stood a few feet away from the door, gazing up at the moon as it shone down at her with it's pretty light. "Beautiful moon tonight, don't you agree?" She jumped by the sudden voice and looked around, searching for the source. "Don't play stupid, you know it's me." She smirked before slowly moving her eyes downwards until they met the familiar face of her best friend. "Oh, Tyrion, what a surprise to see you out here in the cold. Don't you hate it?" He grinned back at her, nodding a little as he replied. "I cannot say I enjoy it, but I probably shouldn't say it in front of you, seeing your loss of warm clothes." That was indeed true. Lelani loved the cold so much; she rarely wore a coat outside.
"Actually, I was just wondering if I should throw myself into the snow mound over there." Tyron followed her gaze, seeing a small white mountain lay just a few feet away from them. "And why in the seven hells would you do that?" He looked back up at her and realized she was not joking. "Oh no, no, no, I refu-." Lelani snatched Tyrion off the ground before sprinting forward. She threw him in the snow first and jumping in right after. Tyrion groaned in freezing pain and climbed off the snow as fast as possible. "Fucking woman." He mumbled while brushing snow off himself. "You have whores for that you fucking idiot!" Tyron couldn't help but laugh at the oldest Starks statement. He turned to look at her, laying there in the snow with her orange red hair spread all over and with snow covering few pits of her curvy body. The dwarf had to admit to himself, if she were a whore, he would pay for her.
The two went back inside -out from the cold Tyrion hated so much- continuing their chat as if it had never happened. Tyrion did shiver a few times after, which Lelani teased him with; "Shall I prepare a nice warm bath for you, my lord?" She asked while bowing to him from her seat. "If you could add a few naked women in there too, I'd be pleased." The men sitting close to them laughed loudly while lifting their ale in agreement. "Oh I apologize my lord, but the only women I know is my sisters and mother, and believe me; they will not bath with you." More of the men laughed while Tyron tried to think of a combat comment. Before the dwarf could answer, one of the men yelled. "If you go bathing I'll join in too, lady Lelani!" "Ay!" Yelled the rest.
Lelani felt her whole face heat up. She had definitely not expected that. She looked around, trying to find something else to talk about, until she heard her best friend gently whisper "ay." The oldest Stark snapped her head up, staring with wide eyes at Tyrion. He drank from his wine right then and when his glass went back to the table was when he finally met her eyes. Tyrion quickly realized that she had heard his mumble and opened his mouth to explain. No word came out unfortunately, and she left the table with a confused mind.
Lelani didn't talk to Tyrion the next day, not until a long time after her brother Brandon fell unconscious. She didn't leave her room, not even for the restroom. She talked to no one and never answered when someone knocked on her door.
Tyrion didn't knock, he just called her name. "Lelani." He called for it three more times before opening the door with no permission of entering. "Go the fuck away." She said when he closed it after him. "Only if you join me." She didn't answer that, only turned her back to him while draping a blanket around her body. Tyron sighted as he stepped closer. "Give me some room." She hesitated, wondering if she wanted him with her or not. She didn't move over however, but opened one arm for him. Now Tyrion was the one who hesitated. He could choose to let her wrap her soft arms around him while crying on his shoulder, or he could leave and let her cry alone. Tyrion wasn't a stupid man, he knew of course that she would kill him if he chose the last.
So there the two sat, huddled up against each other under a blanket while Lelani cried into his neck. Hours went by before any of them talked first, which was Tyrion. He moved a little, trying to get free of her grip as he wanted to stand up. Lelani resisted him. She felt too exhausted to move and his warmth comforted her. "I need to take a piss." He announced taking ahold of her arms to pull them away. "So do I." Lelani replied, but showed no attempt to move. Tyrion sighted in defeat, being rather tired himself and a little dizzy (from the drinking.) "Alright…" He started to mumble. "I'll just piss here then." He laughed when Lelani quickly pushed him off the bed to the floor. His laugher died down when the oldest Starks sobs filled the room again. He couldn't take listening to it more. Whenever she cried, something broke inside him. "Lelani, no please, no more crying." She sniffed a few times, before forcing herself from letting more tears spill out.
Suddenly a scratching noise came from the door. "It's probably Lytling. Don't let her in." Tyrion raised a brown at her questioning. He had seen how she disliked her direwolf and he couldn't understand the reason. All the other Stark children adored their pets and even managed to train them up well. "Why shall I not? Aren't she your pet?" Lelani snorted in annoyance. "She has started to bite me for no reason. I will ask father if he can take her away soon." Tyrion gently sat down beside her again, but this time neither of them sat close enough to touch. "You have never been fond of animals, have you?" Lelani shook her head with furrowed brows. "They frighten me. How they always show what they feel and do whatever they want to. Wish I was like that." Tyrion slowly lifted his hand before gently stroking his fingers through her arse long orange hair. "You can be like that with me, you know. You can tell me whatever is on your mind." She nodded with an appreciating smile.
There came three knocks on the door. They didn't even wait for permission and it turned out the person was Sansa. "Sister Lela-." She cut herself off when seeing whom the oldest Stark had as company. "I apologize for disturbing sister; I didn't know the Imp was here." "Sansa." Lelani scolded and the well-mannered girl quickly apologized. Tyrion found it rather entertaining whenever someone called him names. He never thought much about it, (gotten used to it probably) but for a reason or another, Lelani didn't like it one bit. "Why have you come, my pretty diamond?" Sansa gave Tyrion a hesitant look, but her sisters' face told that she could say anything in front of him. "There are news from Maester Luwin. He says Brandon most likely will wake up." Lelani sprung to her feet and embraced her sister as she let out a happy squeal.
"That is amazing Sansa. He'll survive, he'll live!" Sansa didn't seem as eager as her older sister. "But…he'll never walk again. The fall crushed his back and feet. He can't do any of the things he enjoyed anymore; not use a bow, not ride a horse, not climb." Sansa couldn't stop the tears, it was her brother after all. "Shh, my little jewel, no crying. You said it yourself; Brandon is fine. He will live, and when he awakes is when we will worry about his walking, alright? Good, you should go to bed now my beautiful pearl. It's getting late." Lelani turned to Tyrion showing one finger as a sign that she'd be back in a minute, which he nodded as acceptance.
Lelani showed a little later and the first thing she did was undress. "Lelani, what…" She cut the blushing dwarf off with her answer. "I have tears and snot all over my dress. It wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in." He nodded before turning around, wanting to give her privacy and not be inappropriate. "I think this is the first time you don't want to see a naked girl. Have you lost interest in them or… is it just me?" Tyrion couldn't answer that because it was neither. He would give all the gold he owned to turn around and see what she had dressed herself in, or maybe not dressed at all.
"Why aren't you answering? Have the thought of naked me made you speechless?" It had. Tyrion felt goosebumps pop up over his whole body as the picture flew up inside his mind. The dwarf swallowed hard when he suddenly felt her warm hands massage his clothed shoulders. He stopped himself from moaning when she touched just the right spot between his shoulder blades. Tyrion actually could not stop a pleasurable groan when she leaned down and whispered with a lustful voice into his ear. "You like that? Imagine what else I could do."
Tyrion couldn't resist anymore. He turned around so fast he knocked himself to the ground. The dwarf took ahold of the closest thing to stop himself from falling. That turned out to be Lelani, and the both ended up on the floor together, Lelani on top of Tyrion. She let out a groan in disapproval and found it rather strange Tyrion hadn't made the same sound. When she looked down at him, she realized why. It must be difficult to breathe when having two boobs pressed against your face.
"Thankfully I clothed." She thought. Lelani quickly got off him as she felt her face redden. Tyrion sat up with an 'ah' before smiling up at her. "That was fun, more fun than I thought." Lelani couldn't believe he handled it so easily and it angered her quite a lot. She got on her feet, and before Tyrion managed to do the same, she lifted him off the ground with one arm while showing on her face how much she disliked the previous accident. "Lelani, put me dow-." She swung the door open with so much force it smacked against the opposite wall with a loud noise. "Good night Tyrion." She said angrily, placing him down on the corridor before slamming the door shut right before his nose. "If I could explain, Lelani." Tyrion started only to be cut off again by her angry voice. "I said good night!"
Tyrion sighted deeply on his way to his room. "And here I thought I'd get free sex."
