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storiesforallfandoms · 3 months

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littlest lion ~ oberyn martell;game of thrones

word count: 3182

request?: no

description: after witnessing the littlest lion sibling’s abuse at the hands of her queen sister, he decides that not all lannisters are as terrible as he once thought

pairing: oberyn martell x female!reader

warnings: swearing, verbal abuse (it’s cersei so...not surprisingly), much use of y/n, a little bit of a re-write on the canon of got to say that tywin had a second wife and another child so that it makes sense for the reader to be the youngest lannister

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Everyone in all of Westeros knew the Lannister siblings to be cunning and pretentious. For the most part, those assumptions were right. Cersei and Jamie were definitely both of those things - Cersei more so than her twin brother - and Tyrion’s general distaste and apathy for everything could be misinterpreted as pretentious.

But then there was their youngest half sister, (YN).

Born to Tywin and his second wife after the death of his first, (Y/N) Lannister was the complete opposite to her older siblings. She was kind and shy, which often resulted in a verbal lashing from Cersei. Tyrion was indifferent to (Y/N), but treated her nice enough. Jamie just ignored her unless he was with Cersei. Cersei despised her sister with every fiber of her being. She never wasted a breath to inform (Y/N) that she wasn’t a real Lannister, despite her being a true born to Tywin.

She tried to pretend like Cersei’s words didn’t affect her. It would only result in more taunting if she did. But (Y/N) had spent countless nights in her chambers sobbing over whatever Cersei had said to her that day. She dreamed of the day she would be able to leave her sister’s kingdom (although technically it was her son, Joffrey’s, but everyone knew Cersei was the true leader), but it felt like that day would never come. (Y/N) was well into her adulthood with no prospects of getting married. It didn’t help that Tywin hadn’t arranged a suitor for her in her younger years, and now that Joffrey was king the task fell to him and Cersei, but Cersei would not approve of any suitors for her sister.

“She needs someone to bully,” Tyrion had told (Y/N) once. “The only way you will ever marry is if you manage to find someone who will take you away.”

(Y/N) hoped that Joffrey’s marriage would bring Cersei enough joy that she would not think to be cruel to her. (Y/N) made herself unseen to Cersei as much as possible while the wedding was happening, unless she was called upon.

Unfortunately for her, Cersei still found reason to call upon her.

(Y/N) entered the throne room where Cersei was speaking with Joffrey. She curtsied, waiting for the two to notice her. She was sure Cersei was intentionally keeping Joffrey’s attention when her legs began to shake, threatening to collapse from under her.

“You may rise, aunt,” Joffrey finally said.

(Y/N) stood straight. “Your grace, you summoned me?”

“Upon my mother’s request,” Joffrey confirmed. “She wishes to speak with you in regards to my wedding day.”

(Y/N) tried to keep her expression neutral as she turned to Cersei. “What can I do for you, sister?”

“Don’t call me that,” Cersei hissed.

“I apologize, my lady.”

“I called you here to ask what you intend to wear to the king’s wedding.”

(Y/N) blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Have you become hard of hearing? What do you intend to wear to your king’s wedding?” She enunciated each word as if (Y/N) were a child. Joffrey was smirking from his throne. He reveled in his mother’s cruelty just as he reveled in his own.

“I...I suppose a gown from my wardrobe,” (Y/N) said.

Cersei scoffed. “Please, your wardrobe is so common. It would be humiliating for you to show up like that.”

A lump began to form in (Y/N)’s throat, but she tried to swallow it down. “I have no other options, though, and the wedding is in a matter of days.”

“I’ll have to get my seamstress to work on a more appropriate gown for you then,” Cersei sighed.

(Y/N) felt a heavy pit in her stomach. It was starting to make sense why Cersei had called her here. It wasn’t truly to figure out suitable wear for the wedding. It was so Cersei could once again humiliate (Y/N). She had no doubts that her sister would have her seamstress make the most hideous dress for (Y/N) to wear to the wedding. It would be an embarrassment for (Y/N), and it would mean it would be less likely for any potential suitors to show interest in her.

Tears were welling in her eyes. She was trying to fight them back, but it was a losing battle. “May I be excused, your grace?”

Joffrey glanced at his mother. She sighed and turned away, so he waved (Y/N) off. As she began to leave, she heard Cersei tell her son, “What a pathetic woman.”

(Y/N) all but ran from the throne room. She hurried out the doors of the castle into the palace’s garden as her tears finally began to fall. Her body was wracked with sobs as she fell onto the nearest bench. She felt so struck and so helpless. She would never get out of Cersei’s clutches as long as she lived, and there was no one in the world who could save her.

“I wonder what it is that causes a lion to cry.”

(Y/N) jumped at the sound of a voice. She looked up to see a handsome man in a yellow robe stood in front of her.

“Apologies,” she said, quickly wiping the tears from her face. “I was no aware that there was anyone else here.”

“No need for apologies. This is your home, you are allowed to cry anywhere you wish.” He sat next to her, looking at her as if studying her. “But the question still stands: what makes a lion cry?”

“You know who I am.”

It wasn’t a question, but he answered anyways, “Everyone in all of Westeros knows who the Lannisters are. Even if I didn’t, your golden hair would have been a clue.”

(Y/N) had to break their eye contact because this handsome man was intimidating her. Not in a bad way. His looks were just making her feel tongue tied.

“It was nothing,” she said. “I apologize for disturbing your peace.”

“The little lion is surprising,” he commented. “She cries, she apologies. Very un-Lannister.”

“I am no Lannister. At least, not to my own siblings.”

A look of realization passed his face. “I believe I am starting to understand.”

Tears were forming in her eyes again. She couldn’t cry in front of this stranger. Not again. It was bad enough that he had already caught her once. Cersei would have her head if she found out that (Y/N) was making the family name seem weak.

“Would you like to go for a walk, little lion?” he asked.

His voice was quiet and soothing. If she didn’t know any better, (Y/N) would’ve thought he was mocking her. But one look told her he was being genuine. A walk through the garden definitely sounded like a good idea.

He offered her his arm and she took it. As they stood, he told her, “My name is Oberyn Martell, brother of Doran Martell.”

“The Prince of Doran,” (Y/N) said.

Oberyn smiled. “You know of my family too, then.”

“One must know all the families of Westeros, as not to let down their guard,” (Y/N) recited. “Or to not make a fool.”

She could see Oberyn look at her, but she wouldn't dare look back at him. Instead, she changed the subject, “You must be here for my nephew’s wedding.”

“I am. My brother was invited, but he was very busy, so I am taking his lace.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy your stay then.”

“I am already enjoying it.”

(Y/N) smiled, her face burning from the compliment.

She showed Oberyn around the garden, the two of them trading stories and getting to know each other. For a brief moment, (Y/N) was able to forget about everything. It was a brief moment of happiness and feeling like she was actually wanted.

They came to stand at a perch that overlooked the kingdom. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden he over everything. (Y/N) was acutely aware of Oberyn’s hand brushing against her own, but was trying not to focus too much on it. Oberyn’s presence was starting to make her feel dizzy, but not in a bad way. It was an intoxicating feeling. She never wanted it to end, but at the same time she was worried about making a fool of herself in front of him.

“This visit has already brought many surprises for me,” Oberyn said.

“How so?” (Y/N) asked.

“For one, I have found that not all Lannisters are as terrible as their reputation would have it. And two, I am finding myself enjoying time with a Lannister.”

He lifted her hand and brushed his lips against her knuckles. She drew in a shakey breath at the action. Oberyn’s deep brown eyes were watching her again. She hoped her legs would not give out from underneath her as she felt them growing weak.

“I have been enjoying my time with you as well, my Lord,” she said.

“Please, call me Oberyn. I am but a second son, not a Lord. Besides, I do not intend for these formalities between us to last long.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You are ambitious.”

“I am a man who knows what he wants, and it is seldom that I do not get what it is that I want.”

Her heart was beating so fast she thought she may pass out, or that Oberyn may hear it. She had never had a man tell her that he wanted her, and she realized she had never wanted someone so much either. In just a short period of time, Oberyn had managed to completely steal her heart. There was nothing in the world that could ruin this moment, or this connection.

What she didn’t realize was that her sister was watching the two of them from inside the castle.

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The sun was nearly completely set when Oberyn and (Y/N) finally parted ways. He had kissed her hand once more and told her he would come looking for her the next day. (Y/N) was so lightheaded that she practically floated back to her room. She was just about to enter her chambers when a voice asked, “Did you have a good evening with the Dornish prince?”

She turned quickly to see Cersei stood at the end of the long hall. Suddenly, everything came crashing back down to Earth around her.

“He is very lovely,” she responded. “I apologize that he kept me for so long. I did not intend to miss out on dinner.”

“It was lovely without you.”

(Y/N) winced. She put her hand back on her door, intending to escape into her room and hopefully salvage whatever good feelings she could from her time with Oberyn.

“I know you are not wise, (Y/N), but I truly hope you are not stupid enough to fall for Oberyn Martell.”

(Y/N) looked at her sister in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that he is not a man who settles for one woman. Everyone knows that he will fuck anything that walks - man or woman. He was already visiting the brothel here before his arrival.”

Her breathing began to increase. “I...I didn’t...”

“Oh my word,” Cersei breathed. “You have fallen for him, haven’t you?”

The tears were forming again. (Y/N) quickly blinked them away so that Cersei wouldn’t see. “He was treated me as if I was an actual person. That is more than I can say for anyone in this castle. I apologize if it makes me stupid because I was happy to feel wanted for once in my life.”

“He only made you feel that way so he could take your maidenhood,” Cersei retorted. “He will not make you a wife, he will make you a whore. And then he will return to Dorne while you are here, weeping over his departure even though you were the fool who fell for him. It will be left to me to pick up the pieces he left behind.”

Cersei was shaking her head as she turned to leave. (Y/N) was hoping that she could finally escape her sister’s cruelty for the night, but then Cersei paused to add, “I mean, really, (Y/N). Why would a prince of all people want to marry someone like you? The last born child, from a second marriage, who has not been wed by the time she reached her maturing age? You are pathetic.”

(Y/N) didn’t wait for Cersei to leave. She shoved into her room and slammed the door shut. Her tears began to fall before the door was fully closed. She didn’t even have the strength to make it to her bed this time. She collapsed into a heap against the door, burying her head in her skirts as she began to sob.

How could she be such a fool? How could she let herself believe that she had finally found someone who wanted her? That she might just escape from Cersei once and for all? What Cersei had said may have been cruel, but (Y/N) knew there must be some truth behind the words. There was nothing remarkable about (Y/N) that would draw in the attention of someone like Oberyn, unless he just wanted to try and get into her bed. He saw her at her weakest and he preyed on that, the same way that Cersei always had.

“Stupid,” (Y/N) whispered to herself through her tears. “You are stupid.”

A knock came at the door.

“Go away!” (Y/N) called through her tears. She wasn’t in the mood for anyone to see her like this, or to have to be humiliated further.

“It is me, little lion.”

She paused. How had he found her room? Why had he come for her? Surely he wasn’t about to try to get into her bed already.

Against her better judgement, she stood and opened the door. When he saw her tearstained face, Oberyn’s expression filled with sadness. He reached for her, and she allowed him to pull her into his embrace.

“I am so sorry you are treated this way,” he said.

“Did you hear?” she asked.

He nodded. “I will admit, I followed you once we had separated. I wanted to see if you would be intercepted by either of your siblings before you reached your room. I saw the Queen Regent approaching, so I kept a distance to hear what she would say to you.”

“Then you heard what she told me about you.”

(Y/N) pulled away from Oberyn. She knew she shouldn’t listen to anything Cersei said, but she couldn’t help that her sister’s words had once against gotten to her.

“I did,” Oberyn confirmed.

“And is it true?”

“It is true that I went to a brothel before I arrived at the castle. It is true that I enjoy intimacy from anyone who is willing to give it to me, regardless of gender. But it is not true that I was only kind to you to try and take your maidenhood. What I said in the garden, I meant it.”

“Why?” (Y/N) asked. “Why would you want me? Out of all the beautiful women that I am sure you have seen, both noble and not, why is it me that you desire for?”

He cupped her face. He wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumbs as he looked down at her. “Because I believe you to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

(Y/N) scoffed, but Oberyn said, “It is true. From the moment I saw you in the garden, weeping over what I am sure was another verbal lashing from your sister, I was taken by your beauty. You are a beautiful woman, both inside and out. I am completely taken by you, (Y/N), and it upsets me greatly that you are made to think that you do not deserve that kind of love.”

She wanted to be happy by what Oberyn was saying. She did believe him. She could see the sincerity in his eyes. But knowing that Oberyn was taken by her that much just made her heart ache more, because she knew that they would never be allowed to be together.

“Cersei will never approve,” she said. “She will not let me marry and escape this place. If you show any interest in me, or voice that you want me to be your wife, she will deny it.”

“Then I will take you away from here.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

Oberyn looked over his shoulder to be sure no one was around. (Y/N) stepped back into her room and motioned for him to follow. She closed her door, giving them some privacy to speak freely.

“She cannot stop me if I take you before she realizes you are gone,” he said. “We can leave after the king’s wedding and return to Dorne immediately. She cannot stop you once you’ve already gone, and if she tries then you will have an army of Dornish men waiting to defend you. Myself included.”

“How will we get my things out of here before she can stop us?” (Y/N) asked, glancing around her room.

“Pack what is essential,” Oberyn told her. “Just one bag of essential things. Whatever you cannot fit I will replace once we return to Dorne. We can put it in my carriage before the wedding, and once it all ends we will leave immediately. I did not intend to stay long after the ceremony anyways, so it will not seem suspicious if I take my leave so quickly.”

Tyrion’s words were playing in (Y/N)’s head. “The only way you will ever marry is if you manage to find someone who will take you away.” She had thought for so long that it was an unreachable desire to find someone who would want to take her away. She almost wanted to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming.

“You would really do that for me?” she asked.

“Of course I would, my little lion,” he said. “You do not deserve the life that you are living here. Even if you do not want me, I will still take you away and let you live a happier life.”

“I want you,” she whispered, almost worried that saying it out loud would make everything fall apart.

But Oberyn heard her, and he smiled. “When we are in Dorne, I will court you as I should, then I will make you my wife.”

(Y/N) couldn’t find the words to say how much she wanted that. She just smiled, then leaned into Oberyn’s embrace. She mentally counted the days until she could be free from her prison, but then decided not to think of how long till it would happen. Instead, she focused on what she was going to have after she had finally gotten out of there.

Oberyn.

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floatyflowers · 1 year

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Hi could you do a one shot story about a male dark daenerys targaryen and his future wife reader?

Male! Daenerys Targaryen x Baratheon Reader

Daeron Stormborn of House Targaryen, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the father of Dragons, the Khal of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains.

Hearing those titles was enough for you to predicate what will happen to King's Landing if your mother, Cersei Lannister, didn't bend the knee.

And your prediction turned out to be a reality when the Targaryen burned down King's Landing.

You weren't with your mother and uncle Jaime in the Red Keep when that happened, no, you were with your uncle Tyrion.

Little do you know, that Daeron has done it all for you, for you to be his and only his.

He saw you one time at the meeting that was held to plan the end of the night King, that's where he decided you would become his woman.

Right now, you can't help but weep in distress, as you are forced on your knees in front of the iron throne, as its new king sits on it.

"None of that would have happened if your father hadn't started a rebellion against my brother, Rhaeger"

Daeron states as if that is solely Robert's fault.

"None of that would have happened if Rhaeger didn't kidnap my father's betrothed"

Instead of telling you the truth about Lyanna's and Rhaeger's love story, he only smirks, before uttering the next words.

"I have got a solution to fix all the past mistakes"

Daeron doesn't move from his place as he stares at you with his violet eyes.

"We marry, and reunite the realms together"

You shook your head in fear and disgust at the thought of marrying a madman like Daeron Targeryen.

"Oh, did I forget that you have no choice? " his eyes narrow as he continues

"That's an order and you shall obey it"

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere game of thrones #Yandere Daenerys Targaryen x Reader #daenerys x reader #Male Daenerys Targaryen

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rax-writes · 9 months

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↬ the morning after

Tywin Lannister x Reader

Notes: Reader is a Stark but no physical description is mentioned. Based on an idea that came to me, as a result of the Tywin brainrot I've been experiencing.

The suggestion of your marriage to Tywin Lannister had come as quite a shock to the entire Stark family.

Lord Eddard had sputtered out a weak argument, too stunned to form a compelling rebuttal on the spot, but King Robert had waved his hand and said, "Look, I know he's old, but he needs more heirs. Jamie swore an oath, and he won't let Casterly Rock go to Tyrion. There's two dozen lords who are either closer to her in age, or more good-looking, but politically, is there any better option for your daughter than Tywin fucking Lannister? He's Warden of the West, Lord of Casterly Rock, and the richest man in the Seven Kingdoms. She’d be wealthy, protected, and living in the Keep with you and your other daughters."

King Robert had then assured you that you were allowed to reject the proposal if you wished. However, he was not wrong about it being a good match, so you consented to the union. You heard whispers of Tywin being furious with the King for suggesting he take a second wife, but once again, no one could deny that the King was right – Tywin needed more heirs.

So, given your stipulation that you marry in the Godswood, in addition to a small ceremony in the Sept of Baelor, you found yourself wedded to the infamous Tywin Lannister within a few days.

It scared the shit out of you.

And your family.

Even more so when you did not join everyone for breakfast the morning after your wedding.

Tywin had refused a bedding ceremony, so no one had a clue what went on after you and your new lord husband left the feast. But seeing Tywin approach the breakfast table alone the next morning sent a chill down the spines of Lord Eddard, Jon, Robb, and even Theon.

Discreetly, Ned grabbed Robb by the upper arm before the boy could leave the table, and told him to go check on you. Robb nodded, having been planning to anyway, and found that he was quickly followed by Jon and Theon – the latter disguising his worry as a curiosity to know whether "the old fuck could still get it up or not."

All three of the young men braced themselves for a gruesome, heart-wrenching sight as they opened the door to Tywin's chambers after you granted them entry – only to find you sitting cross-legged on the bed, smiling at them.

"Good morning, boys."

"Um… good morning," Robb said hesitantly, confused but pleasantly surprised at the state of you.

"I suspected some concern over my absence at breakfast, but I didn't anticipate a search party," you jested, laughing lightly.

Both Robb and Jon merely stared at you, taking in the sight of your messy hair and the three round, rosy bruises on your neck and collarbone, mentally assessing you for any cause for concern. Ultimately, they found nothing, but feared that you were merely putting on a brave face for them.

"Alright, let's cut the shit," Theon announced, shoving past his companions and leaning against the bedpost, arms crossed and grinning at you. "How was it? Did he force himself on you? Can the old man still get it up? Did he have a nap halfway through the act?"

The way he tried to cover up his worried questioning with jokes did not go unnoticed, but you chose to not comment on it.

"It was, uh…. Well, it was fine, let's leave it at that," you replied with a small chuckle, trying to ignore the fact that your face grew red.

"Absolutely fucking not," Theon protested, looking even more intrigued now. "You didn't even answer a single one of my questions. I'll die of curiosity if I don't get some details."

"Look, we don't need… details. We just want to make sure he didn't force himself on you, and that you're alright," Robb explained, and Jon nodded.

"He did not force himself on me. He was a gentleman about it," you assured your brothers. They both breathed sighs of relief, and their shoulders visibly relaxed.

However, before they could relax fully, you turned to Theon and briskly whispered, "I came four times."

"You what?" Jon shrieked, eyes wide and mouth agape, as Robb let out an exaggerated gag beside him. Theon doubled over in a fit of laughter, having to hold the bedpost to keep himself upright.

"You've got to be fucking joking," Theon managed to wheeze, still laughing.

"Definitely not. Now, all of you run along so I can get dressed," you said, standing to shoo your retching brothers and hysterical friend out of the room, closing the door behind them with a laugh.

sequel ↠ when night falls

#super brief and not really tywin-focused #but i wrote it so i figured i may as well post it lol #tywin lannister #tywin lannister x reader #game of thrones #got #tywin lannister fan fiction #tywin lannister fanfiction #tywin lannister fic #tywin lannister fanfic #tywin lannister fan fic #tywin lannister x stark!reader #my writing

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itsgameofthronesimagines · 2 years

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Hello, can you write a story where Jaime seeks the reader for comfort and reassurance after losing his hand? Even after some time he still feels insecure about it? When getting intimate for example?

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DNI unless 18+, It gets kinda dark before it gets good cause I got carried away (again). Mentions of SA, incest, manipulation, violence, heated makeout sessions, mentions of both male and female anatomy, selling women like livestock, female masturbation, oral, male recieving, fingering, p in v (wrap it before you tap it) etc.

Word Count: 5,588

Summary: Jaime and Y/n can’t keep their relationship a secret for long, and Jaime struggles with his new hand.

Taglist: @gruffle1 (I know you said you wanted to be tagged in all my works and I think a few have slipped through the cracks. I hope this is still okay though)

Author’s Note: I am so, so sorry for this long awaited request! It’s been at least two years and I know I needed my oldest request taken care of. So thank you for your patience, Nonny! I hope it’s worth the wait.

I made the reader Jon Arryn’s young, distant cousin, so that there’s reason for her to be a member of the King’s court and Queen Cersei’s lady-in-waiting. Also another sorry in advance if the story jumps around a bit.

(I do not consent to my works being reposted/copied)

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Several, long months have come and gone since Jaime had attacked Ned Stark in the streets of King's Landing. He had run off to avoid capture and to rally with his father to save Tyrion, who was then in the clutches of Ned Stark's wife. He didn't have time to properly pack or say goodbye to his family. No one even knew where he had gone until Ned Stark was brought back to the Red Keep that same evening, his leg severely injured. When the Hand of the King spoke of Jaime's attack, Queen Cersei was quick to spin a tale about how Ned was the first to attack after stumbling out of one of Lord Baelish's brothels drunk. It didn't deter King Robert enough to send Ned away, but it did earn Cersei a bruise on her face.

Lady Y/n Arryn tended to the Queen's bruise that night, quietly listening to Cersei's drunk, angry rants about Jaime being accused of treason and running away. Dutifully, the young lady-in-waiting helped Cersei get ready for bed before slipping away the moment she was dismissed. Y/n retreated to her own quarters that night, sobbing silently to herself, worried sick for her secret lover. Every night, she prayed to the gods to forgive Jaime of his sins and bid him a safe return, but not long after Jaime left, King Robert died and Joffrey took the throne. His first decree was to arrest Ned Stark and hold his daughter Sansa captive for treason. Things began to quickly spiral. Not long after Lord Stark's arrest, word got back to King's Landing about Jaime's capture. In retaliation for his father being arrested, Robb Stark had gathered their banners and rose the entire North up against the crown, winning battle after battle against the Lannisters, including the battle that transpired before Jaime was taken prisoner.

Months had gone by and there was still no progress in rescuing Jaime. This agitated Tywin Lannister almost as much as it did Lady Y/n, but at least he could openly show his disdain if he so pleased. Y/n, on the other hand, had to suffer in silence, soothing her queen every night Jaime wasn't by her side. The envy festered deep in Y/n's gut whenever Cersei whispered her twin brother's name in her sleep. Lady Arryn could only wish she could blame it on the wine, but she was no fool. Jaime had once gone to her in confidence about his relationship with Cersei. How their mother once found them in bed together when they were very young and immediately put a stop to it. Cersei's feelings for him remerged when she married King Robert and was left unsatisfied in their marriage bed, but Jaime never returned those feelings.

At first, he said that what happened with his sister when they were children was a young and stupid mistake and he never loved her that way. Even later on in his life, he wasn't attracted to his sister and didn't want to soil his white cloak of honor for someone who clearly took advantage of him as a child. But then, slowly, Jaime admitted that if he was ever going to break his oath, he would only do so for Lady Y/n. She had caught his eye when the late Jon Arryn, once Hand of the King, assigned his cousin to be Queen Cersei's lady-in-waiting. Jaime, of course, never said such things out loud, but he knew from the start that Y/n was beautiful and that observation slowly turned into a need to be around her. It wasn't hard to put himself in her company since their duties to the King and Queen brought them together more often than not.

When Jaime finally spilled all of these sins to her late one night, Y/n had asked if he was truly willing to break his vows for her, even if it meant only ever meeting in secret. She was, after all, unmarried and still a maiden, her family hoping that one day she'll catch the eye of one of the high lords in the King's court. If word got out that an unmarried lady and a duly sworn Kingsguard were seeing each other in secret, it would be devastating for both of them. When Jaime quickly said he was willing to take the risk, Y/n followed that up with another question. Was he willing to risk her life if their secret meetings ever led to a child? She was no maester. She couldn't get her hands on any moon tea without being detected even if she tried. Was Jaime willing to let Y/n risk her life if anyone found out? If the Queen found out?

Jaime admittedly shuddered at that idea, knowing what Cersei was capable of. With that in mind, he vowed to Y/n that none of their secret meetings will lead to a child because he vowed to only ever love her from afar if it meant protecting her. Y/n's heart wept at the idea of being apart from him, knowing how he felt but being unable to act on it. That very first night, she kissed him with a promise on her lips. She promised Jaime to meet him in secret, but only so that he could hold her. Nothing more.

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Years of their secret courting had gone by without a hitch. They met mostly at night when both the King and Queen were asleep in their respective rooms. At first, they only talked quietly in the dark until the early morning light, but then it led to unspoken kisses. The kisses soon led to touching, and over the years those touches began to grow bolder. As promised, Jaime never took Y/n's maidenhead, but that didn't stop them from other nocturnal activities. Oftentimes, he would sneak out of her room with the phantom touch of her mouth around his cock or his clean fingers would still feel warm from being inside of her.

It was blissful, and Jaime always found himself imprinting his love for her in every kiss and every touch. It was always said in secret, but it was always said with sincerity. Despite having to sneak around, it was the best years of the young lovers' lives. That is, until the day Jaime learned of Tyrion's capture and attacked Ned Stark, quickly leaving the city to join his father at Casterly Rock. That day was the last day Y/n ever saw her lover before everything went downhill. The days turned into weeks, then months, before slowly creeping up on a year. At that time, Y/n learned of a horrifying rumor. When Robert died and Joffrey was crowned King, both of Robert's brothers, Stannis and Renly, rallied to war for the Iron Throne, claiming that Joffrey was not their brother's trueborn son. Stannis claimed that Joffrey was the bastard son of incest, between Cersei and Jaime Lannister.

When Y/n heard of this, her blood ran cold and her stomach turned, threatening to release its contents. She didn't want to believe these rumors, but whenever she looked at Cersei's children, she could now see plenty of Jaime in them. Denial turned into anger, the young woman wondering if everything Jaime told her had been a lie. She wondered just how long he had been lying to her, and if he ever stopped loving Cersei to begin with.

Again, she could only react to this in her own time but kept herself stoic and dutiful whenever she was in the presence of the Queen. Despite how cruel Cersei was to her, Y/n wouldn't ever give up her knowledge of this rumor or her relationship with Jaime just out of spite. Cersei was still Queen Regent. She could do whatever she wanted to Y/n, even for no reason at all. So Y/n kept her mouth shut and continued to take the Queen's usual cruelty. With House Stark and now House Baratheon rallying against her son, Cersei was starting to grow stressed, which drove her to be crueler to her servants. But even then, Y/n didn't speak a word.

~~~

Many things happen to distract Y/n from her dark thoughts. Joffrey had Ned Stark executed under charges of treason, Tyrion was named Acting Hand of the King upon his return, Renly Baratheon was mysteriously murdered, and Stannis Baratheon tried laying a siege on the Red Keep from the Blackwater Bay. Before the night was over, Tywin Lannister and his remaining army came to the rescue, and was named Hand of the King for his heroism.

Before the year was up, Jaime had returned to King's Landing.

Y/n was walking up to the Queen's chambers, holding her skirts and carefully watching her feet so she wouldn't trip on the stairs. She nearly reached her destination when she finally looked up and noticed a poor, filthy, crippled old man standing in front of her. She opened her mouth to scream before his hand clamped over her mouth and shushed her. Taking a moment, Y/n recognized those eyes, her own widening in disbelief. His hair was long, matted, and discolored. His skin and clothes were stained in filth, not an inch of him were spared. His beard mostly covered his face and worst of all, he only had one hand, the arm missing said limb was held close to his chest.

Several moments had passed before Jaime carefully removed his hand from her mouth, trying to contain the relief from his eyes but to no avail. The astonishment and delight in Y/n's eyes, however, quickly turned dark and stoic. Jaime's hurt and confusion were evident when she stepped away from him with a cold look staring back at him, "Ser Jaime."

A beat skips by before a tight smile reached Jaime's lips, hiding under his beard, "My lady."

Y/n brushed passed him with just as cold of a shoulder, her eyes lowered in disgust, "The Queen would be thrilled to know that you are safe."

Jaime was too shocked to follow her, at first, before his legs finally moved and silently trailed after the lady-in-waiting to Cersei's chambers. After Y/n had closed the doors behind him, Jaime wouldn't see her again for several days.

She had claimed to be ill in this time, dismissing herself from serving the Queen until she felt better... or until she could come up with a plan to leave King's Landing. Ever since she learned of Joffrey's true parentage, Y/n has been trying to get a hold of her late cousin's wife in the Vale, but Lysa Arryn didn't appear rushed to respond to her. Y/n was hoping she could be dismissed from her duties and travel back home to the Eyrie, never wanting to speak of Jaime's affair with her or his betrayal ever again. With all of her letters being left unanswered, Y/n felt hopeless. She couldn't bear to stay in King's Landing anymore now that Jaime was back, but where was she to go if she couldn't return home?

One night, Y/n was getting ready for bed, dressed in her nightgown and undoing the braids in her hair so that it could be brushed. Her mind was far away until she heard the familiar sound of the secret entrance attached to her chambers being opened. Startled, she quickly turns away from her mirror and watched as Jaime climbed out of the hidden passage as if no time had passed between them. Freshly cleaned and shaven, Jaime looked as though he never left the Red Keep, apart from the cut hair and golden hand he now sported on his right arm. Instead of his armor, Jaime wore a white undershirt and pants, as if ready for bed. When he looked around, his eyes found Y/n's, and the two of them kept that gaze locked in silence, daring the other to move first.

After some time, Jaime sighed in surrender, looking away to close the secret door behind him. He had half expected the entrance to be sealed since it appeared as though Y/n was avoiding him, but he knew he needed to try and see her. He needed to know if she was avoiding him because of his new appearance, or if... she simply no longer loved him.

Turning back to her, Jaime was shocked to find Y/n standing up to greet him, only, she decided to skip the formalities and get right to the source of her anger, "Is it true? Is Joffrey yours? Are all three of them yours?"

The bombarding questions stunned Jaime, like lightning hitting him head-on. He couldn't move a muscle, horrified eyes scanning hers until the guilt and shame took over. Jaime swallowed down the bile coming up his throat before whispering, "... Yes."

Y/n was quick to react as she stumbled back to lean against her vanity for support, the mirror behind her catching the guilt of Jaime's reflection, watching her every movement, "You lied to me."

He found himself moving again, a hand out to her as he stepped forward, but she flinched. Jaime immediately froze in his steps, hurt shadowing his face as he slowly lowered his hand, his voice cracking under the weight of his sins and sorrows, "I'm so sorry. Cersei found out about us -years ago- and I begged her to spare you in exchange for... in exchange for me..."

Y/n didn't dare buy that until she knew everything. The whole truth and nothing but the truth, "How? How could she have known? We were so careful at the beginning, not even Lord Varys could've known."

Jaime blinked as he tried to find words to calm her worries, but in truth, he didn't even think to try and find out how Cersei figured him out, even after all these years, "I'm not sure. Maybe she just... knew. I am her twin after all."

Watching as Y/n turned her back to him, watching her reflection crumble in the mirror, Jaime felt his heart clench in agony as she demanded more answers, "How many times?"

"Just those three times the children were conceived. Cersei always planned it around the times Robert would come to her marriage bed. That's all, I swear."

The last few words struck a nerve, Jaime could tell by watching her shoulders tighten, as well as her voice, "You lied to me... for years. You let this continue... for years, without ever telling me the truth, even when you had plenty of opportunities to do so! And yet you can stand there and suddenly swear to me as if I can still trust your word? After everything has been a lie?"

Jaime's legs moved before his mind could, closing the distance and grabbing her shoulder with his one good hand. Y/n let out a small gasp of surprise but didn't dare scream in fear of someone bursting into her chambers. Her eyes wildly watched Jaime with worry, fearfully waiting for him to do something, but Jaime just stood before her, frantically searching for something in her eyes. Whatever he was looking for, he found it, and spoke ever so gently, his breath ghosting her lips in their confined space, "Everything I have done... every sin, every vow... every time Cersei took me into her bed, I did it all to protect you."

"And what would you have me do?" The smile she bore was thin and unhinged. Neither genuine nor kind as she glared up at him, "Thank you? Forgive you?"

"No. No, I know I can never ask that of you. I just thought... you deserved to know why I did it. Cersei would have killed you if I refused her."

"So you just never bothered telling me?"

Jaime raised his other hand to grab her other shoulder, only to let a deep ache in his limb remind him that he didn't have a right hand anymore. Jaime stared down at the offending golden hand, a thought festering in the back of his mind. For the first time since he had returned home, he realized that he would no longer get to hold Y/n with both hands, to run all of his fingers all throughout her skin and through her hair as he kissed her breathlessly. Y/n followed his gaze to also stare at his fake hand but made no move to acknowledge it as he finally found his words, "I was scared of losing you. It was selfish of me. I know that now. You had every right to know, this entire time. You had the right to choose whether or not you'd like to stay with me after what I did. I knew, deep down, either way, I'd lose you. So I kept quiet. I'm sorry."

"I suppose I can't blame you," she spoke bitterly, staring back up at Jaime through her eyelashes, "Why have one woman when you can have two?"

The accusation stung, and Jaime knew he deserved it. All the same, he was still a selfish man and he could not let his lover think this way a second longer. His hand rose to her face, caressing the skin of her jaw as he whispered, "I don't love her, Y/n. I never have. Every time she summoned me to her chambers... I obeyed because I was willing to do anything if it meant protecting you."

Y/n relents for a while before finally letting down her disgust and anger, leaning against the touch of his hand that she hasn't felt in a year. Her eyes were sad, distant as they bore a hole into his shirt, "Do you intend on seeing her again?"

Jaime's head lowers in shame, softly speaking under his breath, "I don't want you to die, Y/n."

Y/n rolls her lips, looking away as she rapidly blinks to hold back tears. She found it difficult to smile, despite trying, "Then perhaps it is better for everyone if I leave. Cersei can't hurt me if I wasn't here, and she will never be able to torment you again."

"I... I don't want that either."

"Then what do you want, Ser Jaime?"

He said it with confidence as if it was the easiest thing in the world to say, "I want to marry you."

She smiled, entertaining his dream before crushing it, "You can't, my love... you made a vow as a Kingsguard."

"I already broke those vows."

Y/n's hands reach up to rest against his chest, her fingers tapping lightly against his heart, "Technically your vows state that you cannot hold any lands or wife or father any sons. You didn't break any of those vows when you were with me."

"... But I broke those vows when I killed a King and fathered a Queen's children."

Her eyes meet up with his, "Then I suppose you're no longer a Kingsguard in the eyes of the gods."

"No... I suppose not," an idea struck him in full force, the whole revelation dawning as clear as day on his face. Y/n watched the whole thing unfold with curiosity as he spoke, smiling like an excited child, "There's another way... If you'll have me."

~~~

The very next morning, Jaime stood in front of the Hand of the King, his father, with a proposition and the confidence of a lion, "In the eyes of the gods, I was no longer a Kingsguard the moment I struck down the Mad King. And now that I can't fight with my sword hand, I am no longer of any use as a knight. My place isn't in King's Landing anymore... my place is in Casterly Rock."

Despite the stoic expression on his face, Tywin could not help the slight incline of his head, giving away his contained interest. Jaime smiled on the inside, knowing he had his father trapped with his bait, "Have Joffrey dismiss me and I will be your son and heir... under one condition."

"Name it."

"Arrange a marriage for me. Wed Lady Y/n to me."

A few moments pass before Tywin leans back in his seat and straightens his posture, overshadowing his son even when one sat and the other stood, "Why her?"

"House Arryn has been strangers to our house as of late. Jon Arryn is gone, Lysa Arryn is unwell, and her sickly son is heir to the Eyrie. Any strong relationship we could possibly have with them now lies with Y/n," those were the words his lover had him recite nearly all night long. Despite how much she loved him, even Y/n knew that he wasn't the smartest Lannister. Years from now, Jaime would recite this tale to his brother, and Tyrion will laugh with pride. Y/n may be a quiet individual, but she always had a way with words that always magnetized Jaime to her. With her advice, Jaime found the right words to reel his father into his proposal. But now, he spoke with his heart, "I've known her for years. She's been a friend of our family ever since she became Cersei's lady-in-waiting. She shares our desire to strengthen the family name and she's learned about Casterly Rock from listening to Cersei."

Approval is one of the very few emotions Tywin cared to possess, but he only bore it through his eyes. However, despite his inner excitement, he was no fool either, "And why should I agree to this proposition?"

"Because if you don't... I will tell everyone the truth."

"The truth?"

It was Jaime's turn to tilt his head as if fascinated by this questioning, "You don't know, do you? You never believed it. How is that possible?" Watching his father keep a hard gaze, unflinching, Jaime's eyes visibly show the realization, "What am I saying, of course, it's possible! How can someone so consumed by the idea of his family have any conception of what his actual family was doing? We were right there in front of you and you didn't see us. One look in the past twenty years, one real look at your own children and you would've known."

"Known what?" Tywin mutters, although keeps his expression neutral.

Jaime couldn't help the smirk on his face as he splashed his father with the cold, hard truth, "Everything they say is true about Cersei and me. Your legacy is a lie... until the day Y/n and I have children, of course."

Tywin's fists tighten around the arms of his chair but otherwise say nothing. Beaming with confidence, Jaime finally sat down across from him, as equals, "Our first son will be named after your father. And our first daughter..." Jaime conjures a sobering expression, carefully watching his father's eyes, "Will be named after Mother."

Another tilt of the old lion's head told Jaime he had him intrigued. Mentioning his mother always worked with his father, after all. Tywin let out a long breath through his nose but doesn't visibly admit his defeat otherwise. He grits out the terms and conditions through his teeth, "Just so we are clear... you will revoke your rights and vows as a Kingsguard. You will take back my name and bear my father's house colors. You will take Lady Y/n Arryn as your wife and father for each and every one of her children, squandering any disgusting rumors that have spread about you and your sister."

Jaime entertains his father with a rise of his eyebrows, "Of course."

"You will become Lord of Casterly Rock after my passing and your firstborn son will be named your heir, as will your second son should anything happen to the first, and so on and so forth. Any daughters you have will be given to properly matched suitors so that the Lannister legacy also lives on through other houses."

Jaime's good hand tightens, inwardly disgusted by his father already trying to sell off any granddaughter he might have when they don't even exist. He speaks with a tight voice in response, "Y/n and I will find suitable men for our daughters. Men who will care for them as needed and love whatever children our daughters give them."

"Your first son will be named Tytos II and your first daughter will be named Joanna II."

"Yes, yes," Jaime agrees while standing up, but makes sure to look Tywin in the eye with a small smile and the last laugh, "And our second son will be named Tyrion II."

~~~

Tywin kept his word -begrudgingly- and convinced Joffrey to release Jaime from his vows the very next day. Everyone at court was there as Joffrey stood in front of his throne and decided to throw in a few mocking comments about Jaime's incompetent hand while he was at it, but Jaime took the insults in stride and bowed for good measure. It may have bothered him to hear the quiet laughter all around him, but at the moment, he didn't care. He got what he wanted out of the laughing stock. Once Joffrey dismissed him, Tywin named Jaime his heir and then announced the union between Lord Jaime Lannister and Lady Y/n Arryn. Small surprised gasps filled the throne room, but otherwise, it was a moment of celebration. Y/n had crossed the room to stand beside Jaime when she was announced and even bowed before the King and his Hand in gratitude.

To say Cersei was enraged was an understatement. She tried breaking into her former lady-in-waiting's chambers, only to find a couple of guards posted in front of Y/n's room. Cersei then tried to summon Jaime to her, only to find Tywin at her door moments later. Her father forbade her from interacting with her brother and his betrothed until they left for Casterly Rock and then proceeded to demand she marry Loras Tyrell sooner than later so that these disgusting rumors could be left behind them. She had gone strangely mute and compliant after that, only speaking when spoken to and pouting as if she was a punished child. But Lord Tywin was no fool. If Cersei ever obeyed him, it usually meant she was plotting behind everyone's back. The Hand of the King planned Jaime's wedding to take place in the Sept, but then made no plans to throw a feast or following party. A simple wedding with no room for error... or poisoned wine.

Jaime and Y/n were married within a fortnight, exchanging new vows between each other and sealing those vows with a kiss for all in attendance to see. When they regrettably parted and turned to face their guests, Y/n held Jaime's golden hand while waving to the crowd and a part of Jaime felt reassured by that smallest gesture, despite not being able to feel her hand in his. Tywin didn't hesitate to send them both on their way to Casterly Rock, barely waiting for them to pack and leave that very same day. Jaime didn't speak a word against it, knowing how paranoid his father had become now that his grandchildren weren't legitimate and his legacy was in shambles. Lord Tywin would do anything for the family, even if it meant saving it from a jealous queen.

For a wedding gift, Tyrion Lannister gave his brother and his new sister-in-law a large, extravagant wagon to travel in on their way to the Westerlands. Within the wagon were red and gold cloths nearly lining up all the walls and floor, even the curtains. Underneath a seat was a secret, dry compartment filled with many expensive wine bottles, and in one corner lay a pile of pillows, cushions, and blankets. The Imp winked at his brother when watching Jaime's reaction, "You have a long journey ahead of you. I wanted you and your bride to be... comfortable. After all, we can't have you wait to consummate your marriage until you make it Casterly Rock, now can we?"

Despite the crude joke, Jaime laughed and hugged his little brother, partially sad because he was going to miss him. Tyrion held onto Jaime for a long time and then kissed Y/n's hand, "Until next time... Lady Lannister."

Y/n positively beamed under her new title. With short goodbyes to the rest of the farewell party, Jaime and Y/n leave in their new wagon with several of Tywin's best personal guards riding on horses alongside them. Once King's Landing fully disappeared behind them, Jaime opened the first bottle of wine and poured out two glasses. The newlyweds drank quietly, just enjoying each other's company, the worst being far behind them. After a time, Jaime stood at his full height, the ceiling of the wagon being large enough to do so, and held out his good hand to Y/n, "Might I have a dance, my lady?"

"You may, my lord," she took his hand and stood up with a wide, fond smile. As they stumbled and danced inside the moving carriage, neither said a word apart from laughing if they lurched forward when the wagon hit a bump or they tripped over one another's foot. With Jaime holding Y/n's hand with his good one and pulling her body tight to him with his golden one, he had felt more at peace than he ever did before he killed the Mad King. However, he starts to feel the loss of his limb again when he couldn't feel the warmth of Y/n's back against his missing fingers and palm, and earlier at their wedding, when he couldn't feel her hand in his.

"I want to hold you..." He found himself whispering in her ear.

She laughs under her breath, not grasping the distress in his voice quite yet as she leaned her head against his chest, "You are holding me."

"No, I-- I want to be able to hold you with both hands. That's all I ever wanted."

Y/n pulled her head away to stare up at her husband, recognizing the shame and humiliation shadowing his usual proud and golden features. His eyes tried to look away, but she raised her hand to cup his cheek gently, forcing him to keep their gaze locked. After a moment, Y/n smiled, "We can make that hand good for other things, Jaime."

"Like what?"

A twinkle in her eye causes Jaime's entire body to stiffen, his eyes carefully watching the way her lips moved as she smirked, "Like... how about I take that golden hand of yours and you watch me get myself off with it."

Despite his appearance, Jaime is old enough to be the father of a teenage king, and at this moment he felt his age catch up to him with how fast his heart was beating. He damn near thought he was going to have a heart attack and whatever showed on his face brought his new wife to laugh at him in his last moments. The sound alone could've brought Jaime to his knees if he wasn't holding Y/n for support. After her laughter died down, she lifted her hand to cup the back of his neck and pulled him down, greedily kissing him like he was the very oxygen she needed to breathe. Jaime's brain finally caught up with him and he kissed her back with equally fervent heat, taking his good hand to gently hold her face. With his eyes closed, he could feel his wife's hand wandering, leaving trails of burning need in her wake. Eventually, her fingers meet at the clasp of Jaime's gold hand and stay there, waiting.

Jaime opened his eyes to meet hers, finally realizing what she was doing. For a moment, he looked as though he wanted to refuse, to step away from Y/n and exclaim that she deserved someone who could love her with both hands. Someone who could protect her with both hands, someone... who could hold any future children with both hands. Jaime wanted that for her, more than anything, but with the way she was looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, lashes kissing her skin when she slowly blinked, Jaime couldn't resist. He forces down all the negativity in his head and nods to her.

Y/n swiftly tilts up to kiss his mouth with reassurance before looking back down at her hands, carefully taking off the prosthetic hand. After some fiddling, the hand slides off and Y/n takes it, using both hands to hold it. Jaime watches with slight amazement, taking a moment to notice how large the prosthetic looked compared to Y/n's own. Horses outside trotting alongside the wagon draw Jaime back to reality, looking back up to inspect his wife's face. Her face was flushed and her breaths were irregular as she reached out to gently push Jaime back towards the pile of quilts and cushions.

"Lie back, husband," chills ran down Jaime's back from the way Y/n's voice lowered, "And watch me."

Jaime obeyed, only watching her facial features as she lay down beside him, her skirts lifted as she used the gold hand to circle and rub her clit. He watched her lips as soft moans and sighs left them, the way her eyes struggled to stay open when she hit a certain spot. He watched her chest rising and falling as she neared completion, her beautiful sounds rising in volume with her whole body beginning to shake in anticipation. When the last moan she released sounded like his name, Jaime felt his loss of control drain from his body. Without a care in the world, he grabbed his gold hand from her and tossed it aside, ravishing his wife's lips with his own as his one hand hurried to untie his breeches and prep his erection to full mass. He had forgotten why he felt ashamed in the first place as he slowly, finally, entered her, with her fingers finding perch in his hair, gasping up at the ceiling of the wagon. Y/n shamelessly moaned his name, begging him for more in between gasps and confessions.

Now, for the first time, in all the years they've loved one another, there was no need to keep that love quiet.

For hands of gold are always cold But a woman’s hands are warm

~~~

A/N: Wow, I... I really strayed off the path, didn’t I? The actual request didn’t even come in until the last part... I gotta stop doing that.

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Ooo! Game of Thrones smut promt #10 "think I like you better on your knees" for Petyr Baelish. Please and thank you!

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Virtue

Pairing: Petyr Baelish x fem!reader

Warnings: marital argument, reference to locker-room type banter, a spank, degradation, reference to prostitution, brief fingering

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You glared across the room at the Master of Coin, your body thrumming with absolute fury.

“Call me a whore again, Baelish, and you and Varys will have something in common,” you hissed.

But Baelish only continued to smirk, your threat of castration flying over his head. “My Lady,” he said smoothly, walking around to your side of the bed, his arms opening as though he expected you to swoon and fall into them. Many moons ago, you would have, and gladly. You would have simpered about how clever he was, how glad you were to call yourself Lady Baelish. But for now, your eyes flashed with rage and you stood stock still, stubbornly refusing to go to him. “It was a joke, nothing more,” he said gently.

You scoffed. “A joke?” You said sharply, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. You had overheard Baelish making bawdy remarks about your intimate life with Tyrion Lannister and Varys. “Dishonouring one’s wife, Baelish, is not a joke,”

At this, Baelish laughed at you. You huffed and rolled your eyes. “It is dishonouring to praise my lady wife?” He questioned, stepping closer, his smirk growing when you did not move to step away from him and his smooth talking.

“I-it… it calls into question my virtue,” you stammered, practically melting under his gaze as he stared you down. “Especially when I am compared to the… women you employ,”

Petyr cupped your cheek, his thumb swiping over your cheekbone. “Oh, sweetling,” he cooed, before his hand wound around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he yanked you close. He leant down, murmuring in your ear. “Even before I sullied your maidenhead, you were better than any of the whores in my employ,”

As his breath skittered over the shell of your ear you whimpered, your hands planting against his chest.

“There,” he said, whisper quiet. “Much better, wife,” his teeth grazed against your pulse point as he began to tug at your skirts, reaching between your thighs to your sopping heat. “As you should be… pliant and ready for your husband’s cock, eager to be his whore,” you groaned as he withdrew his hand and pulled away from you. “Look at you,” he said, an edge of condescension prickling his voice. “Panting and wet, just begging to be fucked, virtue be damned,” his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Undress and get on the bed, sweetling, I so love to see you spread out for me,”

He admired your figure as you stripped, unable to resist a sharp smack to your arse that had you gasping. “Although I must admit,” he mused aloud, undressing torturously slowly in comparison to your quick stripping. “I much prefer the sight of you on your knees…”

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The Queen's Bride (Part 2)

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

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You go back to your apartment and immediately see Jon just lounging around.

"You have your own apartment, you know?" You glare at him as you put down your bag.

"Where were you all day yesterday? I even called Oberyn and he told me you left your class fast."

"I was with Arya! Also, why are you looking for me??"

"Ygritte wanted a date." You raise an eyebrow at him.

"So?? The fuck are you telling me this for??" Jon rolls his eyes at you.

"Should I accept or not??"

"Jon. You are going to marry the girl. You'll become part of their family. Go on a date. It's not like you're busy, right?"

"Hey! I'm learning to be a kn-"

"A what? Knight? Do you think the Lannisters would allow it? Their head is part of the inner council." Jon scoffs at you.

"So is Uncle Ned!"

"Father doesn't have that much sway in that circle though, unlike Tywin." You sit besides him and sigh. "Tywin Lannister is scary as fuck. I think he has no conscience considering his treatment of his own youngest son."

"I still can't believe that you're friends with th-" You glare at him and pinch his hand before he could finish his sentence. "Tyrion! Ow!"

"He's smart. That's enough reason to be his friend." You grab his cost from the couch and toss it to his face. "Go on that date. Get to know your future wife."

"But-"

"No buts, Jon. You came here for advice. Get to know her." You smile at him. "You might actually like her."

"Fine. Fine. You win." Jon stands and puts on his coat. "See you next week?"

"We do have to study for history. So yes."

"Nice. Bye!" He dashes out of the apartment and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

'A date, huh?' You get your phone and look at your messages. Nothing new. You open your WestBook and search her name.

Daenerys Targaryen.

It seems that she's the youngest of all Targaryen kids right now. With Rhaegar being the heir right now.

You sigh at the picture. It was her with her family, all around the iron throne.

That's right. The Targaryen Family are the current ones sitting on the Iron Throne. Respected as the Family who is heading the Westeros Conglomerate and the only ones who has a connection with the dragons.

'If someone is really going to trial themselves with the dragons then it's my chance to see one.' You scroll and hum.

She's 18 Just like you. Also a freshman at Westeros University. It seems like she's studying Ruling and Taming Beasts. Both are official courses at the University.

You hum. Seems like Targaryen kids have more freedom unlike you.

'Fucking management.' You wanted to be a knight. Or maybe even a magician. But your Father pushed this course onto you and wanted no arguments. He said that this was the easiest course in the University and should be no problem for an omega like you. You shake your head of the memory.

"Fucking hells." You stand and get a glass of water for yourself.

When you say your last name, commoners either look at you with awe or disgust. Nobles usually look down on you. After all, The Starks were never on the top 3 Families in Westeros.

The Top 3 usually consists of the Targaryens, The Lannisters and the Baratheons. All three always vying for the Iron Throne.

You look at your phone again and click to message her.

You were about to send something when someone else messages you first.

Jaime Lannister has sent you a request.

You raise an eyebrow at the notification and immediately message Tyrion.

You : Is your brother on crack??? Why the fuck is he messaging me??

Tyrion replied immediately.

Tyrion : They found out that you were hanging out with me. Sorry.

You hum.

You : No worries about it, Ty. Tell him that I have no interest in him.

Tyrion : Oh. Got it. Have you got your fiancé yet?

You : Yes. Daenerys Targaryen.

Tyrion : OPPOSITE MOTTOS?????

You groan at the reminder. It felt like your father really took this arrangement out of his ass. It felt like he licked the current king's boots just for this.

And no way that it was to the Targaryen's benefits. Maybe they just wanted a new omega in their midst.

'Oh. Probably.' You realize. There have been too many beta results among the nobles. Omegas like you were basically like really rare among the nobles. Betas are like the last option when it comes to arranged marriages. After all, when it comes to pregnancy, omegas are more known to have greater pregnancy rates than betas.

You shudder at the thought then tears were on your eyes.

Did your Father arrange you to become a-

You sob as you fall to the ground.

You didn't want to think about it.

You didn't want to fall into that rabbit hole.

You didn't want to think about that way about your father.

But it's times like these that made you really want to kill yourself ever since you found that you were an omega. You sob as you hug your knees to yourself.

A breeder. What a term. It hasn't been used for five centuries but that was because people kept finding ways to disguise it.

But that was basically what you are. Easiest course. Grand apartment. The top Family in Westeros. It all fit like a perfect puzzle.

"I'm a fucking joke." You say to no one as you realize your predicament. It's why he found someone so fast. Maybe people even begun offering to him after your result was out. You didn't know. You don't want to know. You just wanted to be numb right now.

You text Oberyn.

You : I need to be numb.

His reply was surprisingly fast.

Oberyn : Numb how??

You : Like I can forget who I am.

Oberyn : I'll bring some to your apartment. Take it alone. I can't guarantee your safety if an Alpha is there with you.

You : What kind of- you know what. Fuck it. Bring it.

Oberyn : Gotcha. Will be there in a few minutes. Make sure to lock everything.

You change your clothes and wait for Oberyn. You didn't want to feel anything. Specially not this helplessness that persisted ever since you found out that you were an omega.

You hear a knock on the door and open it.

"Here. It'll last for the night. You'll feel numb af. Did you lock everything?" He asks and you nod. "Air vents? You don't want to let Alphas know you took this." You open up the air vents and Oberyn hums. "I like you, Y/N. Amongst all the nobles here in Westeros, you are one of the honorable ones." He holds out the small bag. "I get it. I have a sister who is an omega. But do not let this be a habit. I'm only helping just this once."

"I'm not going to be an addict. I just- I want to forget just for a night." Oberyn hugs you tightly and you sniff, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Good luck, Stark. Don't be a stranger." You smile slightly at him then lock your door. You double check everything then lock yourself in your room. You get the drug and quickly consume it. You didn't know what it was. You didn't want to know what it was.

After a few minutes, you started to feel the effect and was just staring in space.

That was the last thing you remember.

You wake up groggily and look at the clock. 8 am. What happened?

You look around and hum.

Right. Drugs. Forgetting.

"Fucking- my head hurts." You look at your phone and see the messages.

Oberyn : Remember to take the day off and rest. You'll need it.

Jon : The date is on Saturday. Will you help me choose clothes?

You groan as you stand and get to the bathroom. You get some medicine and drink it.

"Sleep. I need more sleep."

You get up four hours later and sigh in relief. Your headache is gone. You get your phone again and hum as you see no new messages. Thank god.

You drink a glass of water and sigh in relief. Your phone rings and you see that it was an unknown number. You answer it cautiously.

"Hello?"

"Hi there, Ms. Stark." You raise an eyebrow at the unfamiliar voice. You look at you phone in confusion before replying.

"Uh... Do I know who this is?" You hear the voice chuckle and hum.

"You probably should. After all, I am your fiancé."

"What?"

"I'm Daenerys Targaryen. Can we meet for coffee?"

You were in your favorite cafe, one that was run by two wives. You were drinking hot chocolate when Daenerys finally arrived. Almost everyone in the cafe stopped what they were doing and stared. You can't even blame them.

The Targaryens' signature silver hair flowed smoothly through her shoulders. You were drooling. At least you think you are. You quickly wipe off your mouth as Daenerys stops in front of the counter. She orders her drink then looks around. You were spotted so you quickly open your phone and pretend you haven't been staring and drooling at her since she walked inside. You hear her footsteps and your focus immediately shifted.

"Y/N Stark, right?" You put down your phone and Jesus. She is fucking ethereal.

"Yes. Uh- Daenerys?" She smiles and you blush.

"Yes. Daenerys Targaryen, nice to meet you." She says as she takes a seat in front of you.

"Oh, um. Nice to meet you too. I honestly didn't think I would see you before our well-"

"Wedding?" She confirms and you blush.

"Yep. Most fiancés never really meet each other before so. When you contacted me well-"

"Surprise." She smiles at you. You feel your heart racing as you look at her. Shit, were you really falling in just the first date. You gulp. Yes, you were.

"So, um, what did you want to talk to me about?" Daenerys was about to answer when her name was called. She stands and you quickly try to calm your heart down. "We need rules."

"What?"

"Rules. As you are now my fiancé, you are also a de facto member of the Targaryen House and so we need to establish rules that you have to follow."

"We're not even married-"

"Yet. Yes. But still."

"No one knows about our engagement. Only the elders and us-"

"I will let the public know."

"Why?"

"Because I'm proud to have an Omega as my fiancé." There it was. A stab in your heart. Your hands shake and you clench your fists.

"What rules then?"

You put the laminated paper on your kitchen counter and sigh. You didn't think that Daenerys was serious but here it was. On your kitchen counter.

"Fucking hell." You grab your emergency stash of bourbon and pour yourself a glass. Your phone rings and you look at it. You answer it.

"Y/N. Where are you?"

"I'm at my apartment, Father. Can I do anything to assist you?"

"I see. Will you be able to go home tonight?"

"Yes? Is there anything happening tonight?"

"Yes. The Lannisters are throwing a gala and I need you to attend."

"Oh. Me?"

"Yes. Rob will be coming along with you."

"Oh. But I don't have any-"

"A suit is already prepared for you in the house. Go wear it."

"Of course. I will be there shortly, then." You groan and put away the bourbon. "This day is driving me nuts."

A/N:

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Readers!

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Being a Lannister - Game of Thrones x plus size reader

Summary: Headcanons of being the youngest Lannister daughter and sibling. The reader is the daughter of Tywin's second wife though there is the rumour that the reader isn't Tywin's child (up to reader to decide because I'm not going to be one of those fuckers who write just for white people by making the reader a full sibling.)

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/n: Is this that good, meh. I'm I still trying to get used to writing for the GoT characters, yes. So sorry if this isn't the best dfghjkhgf.

. Tywin Lannister loved Joanna with all his heart but sooner or later people would have begun pressuring him to re-marry and that they did.

. Now Tywin wasn’t the type of man to get peer pressured to marry again by anyone, even by the king, he was never going to re-marry just for the sake of marrying and he knew he would never love anyone more than he loved Joanna.

. A proud man Tywin was, the type of man who shifted his focus on to marrying off his own children rather than finding himself a new bride.

. The sneaky noblemen who paraded there scarcely legal daughters around Tywin thought that he’d fall for their beauty but those men where shunned and judged just enough by the widower so that the women in pretty frocks sent by their money hungry fathers came less and less.

. But alas, Westeros is a place of ever changing kingdoms, Kings and Queens coming and going, wars waging on, people hungry for power through any means necessary.

. So when it came out that Tywin Lannister, the cold hearted leader of the house of Lannister, was re-marrying it came to a shock to some and long time coming for others.

. That’s where you come in.

. There are many rumours about you, some good, others bad but let me tell you dear reader your name will go down in history.

. Now whilst it isn’t good to dwell on rumours there is one that stands out, one that you’ll never escape no matter what you do.

. You see before you were even born, rumours of whether or not you’re a true Lannister ran ramped.

. Some say your mother was already with child when she married Tywin, others say that such noble woman couldn’t even have known about sex for she was so pure of heart so she wouldn’t have been pregnant.

. Regardless, your mother and Tywin where married and you were on your way.

. It was a small wedding but one that showed power to the few that attended, it was a warning to anyone who would try fuck the Lannisters over not to, for Tywin didn’t marry your mother for love or an heir, he married her for an upper hand, for political power, for people to see he could take whatever he wanted even if that was your mother who was a mere lady, the daughter of a small lord who just so happened to own a lot of land.

. Tywin knew of the pregnancy rumours straight away; he was never a fool about the chatters of the maids and cooks who commented on his new wife’s growing belly, he saw the looks of the guards and the other noblemen, he had heard of your mother’s past lover and his deadly death.

. None of the Lannisters where ever close to your mother, she was merely a pawn in a big game of chess, a trophy wife who only the poor found to be pretty and the noble found too plain - rather your mother was more like a trophy left on a shelf to gather dust, useless to most.

. You brother Tyrion had told you once when you were little and sad about having no mother, for your mother passed away when you were just a toddler, that you mother did not care for the Lannisters either.

. He told you in hushed tones that she spent most of her time alone embroidering mythical scenes onto cloaks and staring out into space, your brother had told you that she has a wondering mind filled with what he assumed were thoughts of what could have been.

. Her kindness only stretched out to her handmaid, sometimes to Tyrion himself if the weather was right and of course to yourself.

. Her distance was noted by Tywin, maybe that’s why he always tried to be in your life as much as he could.

. He may have been a cold man but somehow he had a soft spot for his youngest daughter and knowing that he tried with you, even if it was all for nothing in the end, always made you a bit of a daddy’s girl.

. As soon as you were born the old man protected you like a lion with his cub.

. Honestly, he never cared if you were his or not, it was blatantly obvious to everyone if you were or not.

. Tywin had your mother’s land, he held her in his iron grip, she was nothing but she gave him so much that only death could take her away.

. So when she died when you were just a toddler you, bastard or not, you were left to the nannies and handmaids.

. When you were little, old enough to walk but young enough that your legs got tired easily, you followed your father and you siblings around like a lost puppy because the maids and nannies did not care for you and you were too young to be sat in one room all day without fidgeting and having a tantrum.

. In those times if people saw Tywin all stern and stoic walking down the corridor there would always be a little chubby you plodding along behind him in your little frilly dresses with a slightly worried guard behind you.

. Now I might have over exaggerated how much Tywin was around, for yes you did stick to him like glue, however had meetings and other lordly stuff to do.

. So yes, you were with the nannies most days but sometime your father would whisk you away.

. I was quite easy for the head Lannister to pick you up and take you away from your lessons so boring and long.

. Sometimes he’d tell you grand stories of past Lannisters. He never left out details of war but he focused on strategies and political things rather than tales of decapitations and impaling.

. Sometimes these stories shaped like fairy tales filled with real world knowledge came when you followed behind your father other times, on the rare occasion, he’d tell you bedtime stories.

. Tywin would also show you the creatures he’d hunted and killed teaching you how to gut and skin the animals.

. Now you might think showing a child a dead animal and teaching them how to skin them would be scary, and yes you were scared of it as a child, but that’s the thing Tywin was never an idiot so he planned it accordingly.

. Days before his hunt he had told you, you only six at the time, about a creature lurking in the woods killing men travelling and stealing their little daughters. None of the story was true but he wanted to plant the thought that the bear he was going to hunt was the bad guy, he wanted to justify to his sunshine daughter that killing the bear was justified.

. Things like that were fairly common, stories and tasks that where shown to teach you a lesson, to mould your brain into something Tywin would be proud of because he hadn’t do the best with his first three children.

. Each one of your three older siblings treated you differently.

. Jaime Lannister was, dare I say, awkward around you. He was well into his young adulthood when you were born, the age gap between siblings was way too big so he never really talked to you, he was never around you.

. Now it’s not like he hated you (unlike a certain twin of his) but you both were too different for the conversations to lead beyond small talk.

. You were, and still are, a plus size woman with wit and brain, a woman who stands tall and proud but has differing opinions to the Lannisters before her. Jaime was a knight and a man stuck in the web of his sister-lover’s lies.

. Still there was a respect between you both, he protected you like older brothers should and you liked the person he became when he untangled himself out his twin’s grasp even if it didn’t last that long.

. Speaking of a certain twin let’s just say you’ve never like your older sister.

. Well let me rephrase it; she’s always hated you so over the years your distaste for her has grown.

. When you were little and wobbly on your feet you’d look up to her tumbling blonde hair and sharp face and think she was truly a princess but her destain towards you the ‘bastard’ child made her mean and harsh.

. She’d poke at you for being plus size, commenting on what you were eating or even taking food away. Stuff that like would make you angry so you’ve grown and learnt not to take her shit.

. “Take this away, she does not need more food.” Cersei would say when a plate of food was placed in front of you.

That day it was only you, her and some other high born ladies eating lunch and because of her being older (literally she was an adult by then and you still a child) she thought she had the power to take away you food.

Now being used to her you took the plate right in front of Cersei’s face her meal filled with rich foods and expensive produce easily gobbling it down with a smirk.

. She’s also do that thing old sisters do when they insist to do your hair.

. Now if you had the same long straight glossy blonde hair that she had then maybe just maybe you’d let her do your hair more often but considering you hair was much different to hers you had dreaded when she wanted to do your hair.

. She’d brush until you hair got fizzy and dry, pull on your roots until it was painful and she'd clip so may heavy hairpieces in that you felt like you head was going to tumble off onto the floor.

. Now when you were older you flat out refused to let her on step near your hair but as a small four or five year old you could never run away from it.

. She did it on purpose, she liked seeing you hurt but she knew that flat out hurting you with her fists of a knife would get her in trouble.

. All her anger and hatred towards you never made you as angry as her, actually you pitied your older sister so much so that you marvel in the fact that you’d never be as miserable as she was in her life.

. (I'm not going to get started on your relationship with her children.)

. The only sibling you really liked was, and still is, Tyrion.

. Where do I start with Tyrion?

. You see Tyrion was already grown when you were born so there was never any real jealously towards you that he might have felt if he was younger and more angry.

. Yes, it still hurt him that his father loved a so called bastard more than him but his wise mind knew that he must protect you, stop you from becoming like his older siblings.

. He taught you many things, often people would find you both reading together.

. If you followed you father around like a little shadow when you were younger than in your teenage years you followed Tyrion around like one too.

. Just imagine it, a taller plush young woman maybe fourteen or fifteen in a full golden gown following behind the shorter gruffer Tyrion like it was the most exciting thing in the world.

. A curious mind you are and Tyrion finds that endearing.

. You’re one of the first people to stand up for him, and without any consequences considering Tywin’s deep love for you.

. People know not to speak ill of Tyrion in you presents for if they did then hellfire would rain down on them.

. You’re a Lannister after all, you might be kind and wise but there are stories of lords with sword scars and ladies who hardly spoke because they crossed you by speaking badly of Tyrion.

. Often you’re sat next to him as dining tables and royal events, if the man turned up to these types of things.

. You’ve learnt may more things from Tyrion, important things that has helped you survive when other Lannisters have died, unlike the stuff you’ve learnt from your tutors boring and simple.

. There was the normal ‘lady like’ lessons taught to you by tutors like sewing, knitting, music and a number of manner lessons but you were also taught politics and writing, mathematics and the sciences, along with how to ride a horse and handle (and hide) a knife.

. There’s no denying that you are a true Lannister by the way you are; you’re a woman who stands proud but are still secretive, with long flowing dresses rich and almost Queen like that flattered you plush body. With the power to change things with just one pointed look and the wit to not die.

. You survived to see the crowning of Barn Stark, you survived and aren’t hated, actually quite the opposite you are loved.

. Though there are more tales to tell of you (Y/n) Lannister those are for another time.

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Can I request an Oberyn Martelle x plus!size reader I was thinking maybe Oberyn and the reader used to be married until he left the reader for Ellaria they were both a happy normal couple until he met Ellaria and fell in love with her and he cheated on the reader because she found them having sex in their shared home when he left the reader he told her that he was in love will Ellaria and he was going to marry her the reader just told him to be happy when he left the reader was pregnant she raised her son alone she named him Max so the reader had to attend that wedding that they where having and she ran into Oberyn and his wife Ellaria she ran into them when she was trying to talk to Tyrion Lannister about how it’s not good to give her son weapons so he could practice being a freaking hero max was only 5 he just ignored her Oberyn and Ellaria where making out in front of the reader so time passed and when the reader attended the festival max was running trying to chase his new pet that’s a little baby wolf but when he was chasing his pet he ran into the circle where Oberyn and Ellaria where talking max bumped into Oberyn the reader found him and said to be careful and not to run off Oberyn saw the resemblance to himself and max the reader told max his dad was dead to protect him from the ugly truth when max left to get some candy Oberyn held the reader back a asked if max was his son the reader told said yes he asked her why didn’t she tell him she didn’t tell him because he was going to marry Ellaria so what’s the point in telling him ( No happy ending here)

OBERYN<3

i love my fellow bisexual with all my heart.

Bad Omens | Oberyn Martell x Plus size!Reader

inspired by Bad Omens by 5 Seconds of Summer

warnings: allusion to smut, mention of pregnancy, infidelity, talk of body image

wc: 1K

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The beautiful prince of Dorne chose you to be his wife, his little wife is what would he say to you. You always rolled your eyes at the word 'little' because you weren't a frail girl from the brothel, you were plush in the hips, thighs, and stomach. But 'little' was for how much younger you are than Oberyn, the innocence you possess. He loved he could dominate your body and your mind.

You both worked because you were able to submit to him easily. He never wanted to take over your being but you wanted him to. He loved how you would always be there waiting for him with your open heart and legs.

Embarrassment was an understatement for what you felt when your prince was slamming his hips into another woman. Not just any woman but the breathtaking Ellaria who spent nights between your thick loins and your husbands. The nights spent together never separate until the day you found out you are carrying his child.

You wanted to run and hide from the world around you. This love was going to be the death of you and you knew that you promised to be his forever. "I found myself in another, my soul is bound to her," Oberyn's cut deep into you and he just watched you bleed. You didn't want to give the satisfaction of crying over him but you told him that you can not hold the prince back from being truly happy.

Giving up the person who was your air and water was change that made you not see the next day to come. You wanted the hurt to go away and would do anything to not still love Oberyn.

You would have dreams of you crying in his dark brown eyes. You watched yourself die the day he left you. Life was growing inside of you and pushed the dark days because you had to do for the love inside of you.

It was all a rumor that he had another child out there with the woman he once loved. You couldn't bring yourself to let the world tell him the truth and it was best that it was kept as a tale. You would tell people that the child on your hip was a foundling. That the lords gave you a mission to be a mother when you lost a chance of family to a child who needed a mother.

People believe anything they hear so when they believed the small fabrication it made life easy for you to move on from the past life you had ripped from your hands.

When you gave life to a boy your heart was welded back together, he was the spitting image of your old heart. The same dark brown hair, the nose, the pouting bottom lips. As Maxwell got older his curious mind grew with him, asking you to tell him about his father. "Your father, he...he would've loved you," You tried to find the words to explain to the young boy. It was easy to lie, "He's dead and there's nothing we can do change it."

You got word about the wedding of Oberyn and Ellaria from the people in Kings Landing, and you wanted to scream and plead for the news to not be true.

The truth hit you right in the face when you caught a glimpse of the display of affection, seeing his lips attached to hers. Your throat became tight since choking back the tears carried with memories of loving him and everything that was encased with him.

You wanted to rip him from her claws, but the vows were said and done. Your son, looked at you and could see the tears falling down your face. He pulled on the embellishments of your dress, you looked down at him and smiled to play off you were happy for the couple.

Another festival where people stuff their faces. You sat and watched Max follow around his new pet that you allow him to bring everywhere. You talked with a couple of people seated around you, Maxwell wanders out of your sight and knocks into the man who you wanted to keep him from. Your son looks up in horror as he didn't mean to run into anyone. Oberyn smiles at the small boy and looks at him.

He thinks he's looking into a mirror of the past, he sees him as a child. You could sense that your son was in trouble, you excuse yourself and start to look at the grounds for him. You walk upon your son and Oberyn mirroring each other, you wished that ground would swallow you up. Max looks at you and runs to your side, hiding himself behind you.

"Maxwell, go wait for mother at the table," You said as you stepped closer to Oberyn, you waited for the footsteps to sound out of reach. The energy between the two you was high, you wanted to fall in his arms and feel his warmth.

You wanted to be back with him, but he wasn't yours to keep. He searched in your eyes for the answer to his unasked question. You couldn't bare to look at him a second longer.

You turn yourself around and pulled back before you take the first step to walk away. "Is the child of my blood?" The tone of his voice seemed like he was begging. It seemed foreign as the question left his lips.

You kept silent because you couldn't trust yourself to be strong enough to not cry to him. "How did you not tell me this news?" another beg left his mouth, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. The heat from his skin seemed to blister your skin making you want to run away.

"The hidden secret would have not brought you back to me. To bare myself to you once more was a pain I would not put myself through again," You didn't want to be right but your words were the truth for the time. He looked at you like you committed a crime in front of him. "You bounded yourself to another and my love for you is greater than ruining your chance at having heaven on earth." you choked on your words.

He saw how selfless you still were, how willing you were to put him before yourself still after a divorce and bearing his child. "You don't owe me or him anything. All he knows is that his father is dead," Your words washed over him and Oberyn wanted to give you the life deserved. To be kept and cared for but it will never happen again.

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Lovers Quarrel

Tywin x Reader

Summary: The lovers are at odds about something that's put a large rift in the family - Tyrion's trial.

The looming presence of an unspoken topic hovered around the Red Keep at all hours of the day. In the morn when the sun had barely peeked over the horizon of the Narrow Sea, it remained. When she would sit at the table, full of lavish fruits and cheeses to dine with her beloved, it remained. As the court adjourned and people began to return to their mundane lives bustling about the many corridors and halls, it remained.

It wouldn’t leave. It was the ugly topic of uncomfortable family drama that everyone knew about, but nobody was willing to speak to. Tyrion was incarcerated.

While not her son by blood, he was made her stepson after she had been wed to his father, Tywin Lannister. The old lion of Casterly Rock had accepted a marriage request after her father had been more than generous with his grain reserves in the last winter. Shortly after the wedding and subsequent consummation, it was relayed to the aged man that his wife was unable to bear children. But by that point, she had won his heart and he decided to forego the idea of another heir in favor of keeping his young wife.

When he had won the Battle of Blackwater Bay, and then the War of Five Kings, she rejoiced. Her heart swelled at the parchment that had been sent informing her that she would be escorted to Kings Landing to live with her lord husband, the new Hand of the King. She felt everything in her world falling into place as she entered the Red Keep’s gates to be greeted by the magnificent audience of her love. But perfection never lasted.

His discontent for his son grew with each passing day as Tyrion inserted himself into political matters. He voiced these thoughts freely to her as the two of them would lie in the darkness of night. It had been many moons since the last time she attempted to squelch the fighting between father and son, but even with her soft words of reason, the man was insistent on his feelings. ‘He only lives because he is a Lannister.’ Tywin would continually repeat as he brushed a warm calloused hand down her shoulder to the small of her back. He hated the man, and in his heart of hearts he knew that the man likely hated him too.

“I already told you I do not think the trial is an appropriate use of your time.” The knife Tywin held in his hand scratched against the glass plate he ate from. A buffet for two of aged cheeses, fresh fruits, and crackling bread sat in front of the two of them.

“He is my step-son as much as he is your son.” She retaliated in a calmed tone, graciously accepting the portion of bread he had cut for her. “I feel as though my presence is necessary.”

Tywin had a hard time arguing with his wife. The two had rarely quarreled, but this was the one thing they refused to see eye to eye on. In public, it was pertinent that they present the perfect and ideal lifestyle. It was a display of the Lannister’s power; a display of how nothing could go wrong in their lives when they lived united.

“Tyrion will only assume your stance on the matter as siding with me.” He broke a piece of hard cheese from its block and held it out to her, pleased when she continued to eat as they usually did. “He will grow to resent you more than he already does.”

She crinkled her nose at the strong wine that was served, disliking the way it scorched her throat as the alcoholic beverage slid down her tongue. “Tyrion doesn’t resent me.”

Tywin responded with the curious raise of his brow, his elbow shifted to his forearm as he rested against the black-painted arm of the chair and looked to his wife. “Does he not?” He shook his head after a short sigh of exhaustion escaped his lips. “I’ve heard differently.”

“He dislikes you for taking a wife younger than he and for not casting me aside when you found out I could not give you any children. He knows it not my doing or my fault.”

He thought for a moment, narrowing his eyes as he swiped his tongue across the back of his teeth. She was right, but that did not make the sentiment any different. For, if Tyrion truly did not resent his stepmother, he would hold his tongue more often when speaking about her. “I could cast you aside and take another if that is what you wish.”

“Your jests are most unappreciated, lord husband.” She replied without a moment of contemplation, her quick wit being one of the things he favored in his wife.

The two were interrupted by the sudden appearance of footsteps echoing off the walls, someone heading in their direction. Drawn from their conversation, they watched as the unmistakable golden garb of the kingsguard attire strut from round the corner, followed swiftly by a cape of white that flowed freely in the wind his walk created. “Father.” Jaime called, stopping abruptly at the sight of his wife. “Stepmother.” He bowed, addressing the younger woman.

“Jaime.” She replied, always happy to have the company of her extended family.

“I hope that I’m not interrupting.” He started, coming to a halt at the edge of the circular table that the couple sat at. Tywin looked to his wife for confirmation that their discussion was over, finding it in her eyes as he gave a curt nod and directed his attention back to his son. “I wanted to discuss the trial.”

She could see the slight annoyance that danced across her husband’s face in that moment. He hid it well, continuing to hold the gaze of his equally confident son. His body remained pointed in her direction, though, unwilling to fully face him. “Go on.” He beckoned as Jaime’s eyes flickered to the woman at his side. “Anything said to me can be said in the presence of my wife.”

Jaime drew his bottom lip between his teeth, deciding this was his one chance to get his thoughts out on the table. “You’ve condemned your son to death.” He accused, forcing his father to give a slight roll of his eyes.

“I’ve condemned no one, the trial is not over.” Tywin argued, chest now in line with Jaime’s who stood tall as he disagreed with his father. She watched the two, choosing to remain silent as she spread a soft cheese fragranced with honey and thyme onto a piece of bread.

“It’s not a trail, it’s a farce. Cersei has manipulated everything, and you know it.” His tone grew in frustration, bothered by the way his father continued his meal as if nothing were wrong.

“I know nothing of the sort” Tywin dismissed.

“You’ve always hated Tyrion.”

“He killed his king.”

“As did I.” Jaime’s voice was strong, even in the storm that his father cast upon him. He stood tall and proud, unbending to the watchful glare of the man who sat before him. “Do you know the last order the Mad King gave me? To bring him your head. I saved your life so you could murder my brother.”

Tywin brushed another piece of torn bread through the crumbs of food that had landed upon his plate. His disdain for his other son was beginning to show in the way his jaw tensed, and his eyes remained downcast, out of Jaime’s radar. “It wont be murder, it’ll be justice.”

“Justice?”

“I’m performing my sworn duty as Hand of the King. If Tyrion is found guilty, he’ll be punished accordingly.” He handed a picked fruit to his wife, attempting to draw his focus to the woman who always managed to calm the simmering rage that built up in the pit of his stomach. She was the constant in his life. Others were willing to give him anything he wanted, and yet, while she could not bring him another heir, she brought him peace.

“He’ll be executed.” The dark cloud that was Jaime reappeared in his once shining day, reminding him of his presence as he tore his eyes from his wife.

“No,” he disagreed, “he’ll be punished accordingly.”

“Once you said family is what lives on – all that lives on.” Jaime took a few calculated steps closer to the table, but not enough to touch it or even graze it with the fabric that covered his thighs. “You told me about a dynasty that would last a thousand years. What happens to your dynasty when Tyrion dies? (Y/n) cannot give you the children you want.” He earned himself a shotty glare from the side of Tywin’s eyes as he placed a comforting hand on her leg. “I’m a Kingsguard, forbidden by oath to carry on the family line.”

“I’m well aware of your oath, and you needn’t remind us.” Tywin’s thumb swiped itself back and forth across her thigh in a metrical rhythm, much like that of an orchestra’s conductor.

Jaime cocked his head backward, knowing where he intended on going with the conversation. While hurting his stepmother’s feelings was not something he wished to do, it was an unfortunate product of their dialogue. “What happens to your name? Who carries the lion banner into future battles? Your nephews? Lancel Lannister? Others whose names I don’t even remember?”

“What happens to my dynasty if I spare the life of my grandsons’ killer?”

Tywin could feel the rift growing between himself and his children. The strong wills that he had instilled in them were only causing more and more disagreements between the bunch as they aged. Each had their own opinions on his actions and were never fearful to voice them. The biggest dispute came when he chose to marry (Y/n). All of them were avidly against him being with a younger woman, younger than all of them.

“It survives, through me.” Tywin’s melodic thumb stopped rubbing her thigh, instead he withdrew and propped his elbows on the table. His interest was piqued, displayed in the way he leaned forward to ensure he didn’t miss a word that fell from Jaime’s lips. “I’ll leave the Kingsguard and take my place as your son and heir if you let Tyrion live.”

“Done.” Tywin agreed, not needing a second to consider what his son had just proposed. It would give him everything he wanted and everything he assumed he would not have. “When the testimony is concluded and the guilty verdict rendered, Tyrion will be given the chance to speak. He’ll plead for mercy. I’ll allow him to join the Night’s Watch. In three days’ time, he’ll depart for Castle Black and live out his days at the wall. You’ll remove your white cloak immediately. You will leave Kings Landing to pursue your rightful place at Casterly Rock. You’ll marry a suitable woman and father children named Lannister. And you’ll never turn your back on the family again.”

Jaime seemed speechless at how quickly his father bowed to his request, but still replied. “You have my word.”

‘And you have mine.”

Jaime left immediately without any more dispute, leaving the couple to their meal.

She sat, watching the turmoil that battled on his face. The sun cast deep shadows across the curvature of his cheek, outlining the way he hollowed them from the hidden anguish he concealed. “I’m sorry.” She finally said in a meek tone, said so silently that he questioned if he heard her correctly.

“For what?”

“The family feels more divided than it ever has since I joined.” She recalled the day that the news of her chances of fertility was given to the two of them, the way his shoulders pushed downward, and his head tilted upward slightly. He was torn between two paths, and yet he chose the one that many advised against. Perhaps, Lord Lannister had a heart in his body after all.

The same look of surprise was painted across his features yet again as he eyed the woman sat at his side. He extended his hand in her direction, drawing a gentle touch to the edge of her jaw as he stroked a soft finger across the apple of her cheek. “For now, we must only worry for ourselves and what the coming days may bring, dear wife.”

Tyrion’s trial continued with one of combat, after he angrily demanded one. Everyone in the audience awaited, knowing who would be named for the other side. The Mountain was prepared for any man thrown in his direction, an unwavering and unmoving beast of a man. He instilled a deep-rooted fear in all those who were unfortunate enough to get on his bad side. While (Y/n) never enjoyed the unrestrained lustful gaze he gave, even in Tywin’s presence, she knew he would never dare to lay even a finger on her. He was fervently loyal to the Lannister name and continued to serve the family even as he committed progressively worse deeds.

“Jaime.” Lady Lannister called out to her stepson as he marched from the Tower of the Hand where he had surely just been speaking to his father regarding Tyrion.

He spotted her immediately, stilling in his step as she approached. He had never had an issue with the woman, he worried not of what his father chose to do the vast majority of the time. Though, he did find himself defending her when the other children aired their grievances to him about her. Cersei was vocal in her distaste for the woman, seeing no reason for a stepmother when she could not supply them any new siblings. Tyrion was annoyed with the woman as she was easily accepted by his father despite her malfunctions. “Lady (Y/n).”

“Why didn’t he take the deal?” Her voice waivered, the slight crackle of unease in her tone. “Tywin agreed, he could have lived.”

Jaime hated the way his family was falling apart. He had stuck out his neck for his younger brother, ready to renounce his place and leave what he had known since he was young. Yet, Tyrion let his anger get the best of him and threw it all away. “Pride, I suppose.”

“Are you going to speak to him?”

The nod of his head answered her question.

“Will you take him this?” She revealed a small clear bottle filled with crimson liquid. “I promise it’s just wine. I imagine he’s losing his mind without it.”

It was endearing, he thought. The way she tried desperately to dote on the children like any mother would despite her being younger. She had taken good care of those around her, often being criticized for her kindness. “I’ll see to it that he gets this.”

“Thank you.”

Her legs carried her past Jaime. Beginning up the staircase, he added, “and (Y/n), do try to talk some sense into my father.”

“I always do.” She disappeared behind the winding wall of stairs.

~~~*~~~

“Lord husband.” Tywin’s wife called as she entered their shared chamber. When she had first arrived in the Red Keep, an adjoining room had been prepared for her, but it fastly went unused as the two fell back into their routine of togetherness.

He sat behind his desk, a hand resting against his forehead as he looked over the growing stack of scrolls that piled as each day came and went. The workhorse he was did not allow the man a moments rest. It seemed he was always either working with no reprieve.

“You know there is no need for such titles when we are alone.” He leant back in his chair and let out a fitful sigh. “Come to lecture me on the fate of my dear son?”

She shook her head and crossed the room, the elegant hem of her rich velvet dress flounced behind her. “I did just see Jaime in the hall. Can I presume that is what he just did?”

“You can.” He replied, adjusting his jaw. “He tried… rather unsuccessfully. Go on, then.” Tywin allowed himself to slouch in his seat, his legs were kicked out comfortably in front of him. “Convince me.”

“There is no convincing what is up to the gods now… and as much as I would not like to see him dead, I fear that it is almost inevitable at this point.” She frowned. “Is there no room for him to revoke his request?”

“No.”

“None at all?”

“No.”

“Tywin, you must find it somewhere in your heart to spare him.”

“He is a fool for his outburst today, and he will be served his justice in due time.”

“He is one of your two sons; without him Jaime will remain a Kingsguard. You will have no heirs to Casterly Rock.”

“I’d have heirs if it weren’t for your malformation.” His voice rose the same way it did earlier when he grew angry with Jaime. “I should have cast you aside and taken another wife the moment the maester came through our doors.” The words shot through her body, leaving behind unmendable wounds. “I’m done speaking to this.”

The air in the room thickened as the fire’s fuel exploded, sending it into a full blaze. She felt her lungs crumble as a shiver ran up her spine. He had always acted like it was no problem to him, but there was no mistaking the words that escaped his lips. His eyes were hardened, remaining that way even as hers filled with salted tears. The small squeeze of her fingers in front of her body reminded her she was truly living through this moment. “Yes, my lord.” She drew her lip between her teeth in a veiled attempt at hiding the way it wobbled. “Goodnight, my lord.”

His gaze followed her as she fled from the room, heading off beyond the large wooden doors that kept them protected at night. He should have gone after her – apologized for his hurtful words, but instead he blew out the candles, extinguished the lanterns, and changed for bed.

He would deal with it in the morning.

~~~*~~~

Waking in the adjoining room felt odd. There was no burning fireplace in the corner of the room, no candles to illuminate the dark shadows, and no warmth from the opposite side of the large bed. It was cold, no sign of anyone else joining her late in the night. She had fallen into a fitful sleep, ruining the neat folding of the side of the bed she had slept on.

Everything she ate that day refused to stay down. Nothing could tame the aching storm that rumbled in her stomach. Her handmaiden was surprised to find her in the other room, but acted quickly as she called for the maester. An herbal tea of mint and woodworm was brewed for her stomach pains, another of coriander and lemon to dissuade her fever.

Another day of bed rest, and she was insistent that it was time to free her from the pillowy prison. Tywin had left her be as he cooled off from their argument and prepared for Tyrion’s trial. She was explicitly told to not attend, but having the Lannister’s steadfast approach to life, she decided to come anyway.

The crowds were in abundance for the battle, curious to see how Oberyn Martell would stand against Gregor Clegane. Rarely did a man make it out alive in a battle with him, in fact – she could not recall a time anyone ever came out victorious. Tywin’s frustration was obvious in the way he motioned tensely for another chair to be brought for his wife. He did not like her seeing such events.

Beneath the tented sheet of red, outlined with golden tassels and ornate embroidery, sat members of the small council along with the Lannister family. She was seated next to Jaime, much to the disdain of Cersei who was positioned in the middle next to Tywin. The battle between the two men was short in duration. Oberyn showed signs of winning, but let his gloating get the best of him as he restrained himself from giving Clegane a final blow. His arrogance was his downfall, his insistence on Clegane admitting to killing his sister overcame the real reason he was in the melee. With an easy swipe of his arm, Clegane had pinned the smaller man beneath him.

(Y/n) had not bore witness to such an event before, exemplified by the way her eyes widened as Clegane dug his fingers into Oberyn’s eyes. Her hand shot to the arm rest, gripping tightly as Jaime took notice. Quickly, he turned and held a shielding hand to her face, moving her line of vision to the side of his head as the guttural scream of Ellaria Sand echoed into Blackwater Bay. She was glad nothing stayed in her stomach, as she surely would have lost it in that moment.

“Don’t look.” Jaime instructed as Tywin stood and rendered a guilty verdict to Tyrion. “Look at me.” He continued, rising to stand as he kept his hand attacked to her cheekbone. “You don’t want to see that.”

Only when the two had made it to the staircase that led from the amphitheater did he allow his hand to drop. “Why did you come?” He wasn’t asking in an accusatory way, instead one that was filled with concern for his stepmother.

She took a calming breath, but was interrupted by Tywin who had started searching for them as soon as the crowd was dismissed. “I was just about to ask the same question.”

Tywin stood behind her, cloaked in a tunic of black leather with grey embellishments down the front, the golden hand of the king pin was attached to his collar. “If we are to be a family, how can we present ourselves as such if one member is absent?”

He cocked his head back for a moment, pleased with her response. “I suppose you make a point.” Dismissing Jaime, he took her arm in his and began to lead her back to the Tower of the Hand. “But that will be the last one you witness.”

“Why?”

“I heard you’ve had difficulty keeping your food in your stomach.” He patted a gloved hand to her arm. “I do not think that seeing a man’s insides aids in your struggles.”

Tyrion was set to be executed the following day, and Tywin – while unhappy about it – had insisted she attend, and then and only then would it be the final fit of violence she attended. ‘It is important that we stay together, now more than ever.’ He told his wife as they dined together.

“How will he die?” He placed a piece of bread in her hand and began cutting into the chunks of meat in the oxtail soup he had requested to be still her bubbling insides.

“Beheading.” Tywin dipped a spoon into the bowl, the brown liquid quickly filling it as he lifted it to his lips to cool the soup. “Here.”

The hearty broth was spiced with fresh parsley and sage, warmed by the peppery cinnamon and cloves that floated in the bowl. It was the first thing she had been able to keep down in days. The complex earthy flavor of saffron kissed the tender meat and vegetables that melted in her mouth.

“I’m sorry.” He cut the silence that fell over the lovers. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

It was a rare moment of vulnerability in the old lion. He lived without regrets, and words of apology were foreign to his assured lips. It took a lot for him to admit wrongdoing, and she knew that. With a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, the lovers quarrel was over. The two were whole again.

The night’s depth knew no boundaries as they danced among the sheets of their lush bed. Heated groans and whispered promises of tomorrow filled the air that was ten degrees cooler just beyond their bed. His hands roamed her body, suddenly finding the swell of her lower abdomen beneath the palm of his hand. He pulled away from her kiss, drawing confusion until he cupped his hand over the puff, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. He had won, he thought. In spite of losing an heir with Tyrion’s soon death, he was gaining one from a woman who was told she was infertile.

“You’re with child.” He lifted her to sit lazily over his lap as his back hit the darkened wooden headboard. “That explains your sickness.”

“That’s impossible.” She said, only believing once her hand grazed over her stomach.

“We will have to make preparations for the newest Lannister.”

He felt excitement course through his veins for the first time in forever. His beautiful young wife would bear another child for him, and they would continue on the family dynasty. Tywin had been at odds with the gods for many years, but for once he found himself thanking them. They had delivered him a gift: a wife who took him as he was, and a new chance at life.

The moon rose further into the obsidian night sky, hiding the twinkling stars as it moved in a predetermined waltz. She woke to the sound of the door creaking, light footsteps falling upon the floor. Blankets tossed as she rolled to her side, stretching an arm out to find her husband missing from his side of the bed.

“Tywin?” Her voice was scratchy and full of sleep.

The footsteps stopped, before quickly retreating with the slam of their door. Her body startled fully awake as she sat up and surveyed the empty room. Tywin was gone, and whoever had just entered their room was surely still lurking about in the hall. A thin silk nightgown was all that was easily available, as lacing up an entire day dress would take too long. She slipped it over her head and made for the door, the soft patter of her bare feet against the floor disappeared down the hall.

An uncomfortable grunt caught her attention as she turned a corner in the direction of his privy. Standing in the torch illuminated hall was Tyrion, a crossbow in his hand. He walked slowly back to a pile of clawed arrows that laid a few feet from where he once stood. Only then did his eye catch sight of the fearful woman who clutched desperately at the fabric of her clothing. She was indecent, he thought, but more so than when he had been in Tywin’s room minutes before.

“Tyrion?” Her voice was shaking, from the chilled night or from the crossbow and painted groaning he wasn’t sure.

“Quiet.” Tyrion racked another arrow into his bow, holding so that the tip of the arrow was aimed at her body. “Go back to bed.” His instructions came slowly.

“What are you doing?” She took a hesitant step forward, only for him to train his bow more precisely at her. “Tywin?”

The groaning continued from the privy, the sounds of her husband caused her to continue forward. Tyrion spun suddenly, aiming the bow back at his father who was attempting to get up. “(Y/n), run and alert the guards.” Tywin’s voice bounced from the curved wall.

“Tyrion, please. Let him go. You can still leave Kings Landing.”

“(Y/n), go.” Tyrion instructed.

“Tyrion, please! Let him live, he’s your father, you’re his son.” She was begging now, tears freely flowing down her cheeks. The wetness shone brightly in the torches light; her eyes were beginning to turn red with ache.

“(Y/n), go.” She could not see her husband, but she could hear the intense pain he was in. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to run to him, to hold him and tell him that all would be right. “Please, go.” The word ‘please’ took Tyrion by surprise. His father was heartless in his eyes and would never bow to anyone – especially a woman.

“Go.” Tyrion repeated his father’s words.

Without a second of faltering, she decided to direct her target to the crossbow that Tyrion still had trained on Tywin. He would kill him if she left, and she could not imagine a world without him. She would be remarried and would struggle to find someone to treat her as well as he given her health. He was the love of her life, not initially, but the two grew stronger with each passing day. She was the soft spot in Tywin’s stone-cold heart.

As she lunged for the crossbow, hoping Tyrion’s focus would remain on his father long enough for her to act, he spun and let the arrow fly.

A horrible thud to the floor caused Tywin to gain a sudden rush of adrenaline. He pushed himself from his seated position, feet giving out from beneath him as he caught sight of his wife on the frigid floor. An arrow protruded from her neck, a warm pool of blood surrounded her body, and the bright excitement she had in her eyes hours before was gone.

She was just a ghost now, unblinking and unmoving. He felt years of rage bursting from his chest as he tore his wild eyes from his dead lover. Tyrion had taken one from him before, and now he had taken the other. To Tywin, he was a curse sent to punish him for all his cruelty in the past. And punish him he did.

His fingers grazed over hers from her outstretched arm, the heat of life still present in her cooling body.

The last thing he felt was another arrow stabbing through his chest, further breaking an already broken heart.

The last thing he heard was the echoing of footsteps as Tyrion ran from the scene, deserting his father to die with his already dead lover.

The last thing he saw were the unfocused eyes of a woman who gave him everything he ever wanted.

The great Tywin Lannister was dead.

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Falling in Love with You

Tywin Lannister x Reader

Tears of Gold AU

A/N: bad medieval medicine, bruh I have no idea how advanced they are but I tried my best.

tw: birth, blood, gore!

“Stand your ground! I say stand your ground!” Tywin’s voice screamed over the hollers of men, plunging his sword deep into another man’s belly as his guts poured out right after. Each man he cut through, a severed arm, a leg, a head. He thought of you, he would not let his wife jump into a fire, with or without his children. “Die!” He cut through another man’s throat, his blood spilling all over the Lannister red armour. Tywin himself had coped a slash or two, but he paid no mind to it. His eyes were fixated further down the King’s road. He has stationed half is army 20 miles down, so that an attack from both ends would cripple the Baratheon army. As expected, it did. Yet another horde of Lannister banners charged towards the city gates, plunging through the backs of Stannis’s army. In that moment everyone knew, the war was over. Tywin took down the very last of men around him, while cutting through two more; he saw his son fall. Cruel yet Tywin kept fighting, his dwarf died a warrior, his hands were washed of Tyrion and he made no effort to try and save him. He needed to get back to his wife.

Ser Loras, Tywin and other senior officers found horses to mount and charge back towards the Red Keep. As their horse approached, people in the city realized the war was over. Scream of joys and hollers were chanted at the riding party as they made their way up to the castle. Tywin marched through the front gates and straight to the throne room. Upon arrival he found his daughter sitting on the throne with his grandson.

“The battle is over.” He said approaching her. “We have won!”

He knew exactly what his daughter was about to do, being prisoners of war holds a special kind of cruelty and he silently was proud that his daughter would protect her son from that. Tommen ran up to his grandfather, hugging him as Tywin easily whisked him up. “I knew we would win!” He smiled with his half teeth, few of which fell through in the last fortnight. He handed Tommen back to Cersei and began walking towards the rear grounds, as fast as his feet would take him.

His wife however was no where to be found, as ladies reunited with their husbands and fathers, he looked for his wife amidst the crowd, he caught one of her ladies to question them. “Where is Lady Y/N?” His heart was thumping loud enough for his ears to ring. Did his wife run away? With his children? Was this a rouse, and if so where was his son? He was trying not to overthink but he couldn’t help it

“She took Lady Sansa to your tower, my lord.” Tywin shut his eyes. The secret passage! His wife not only ran from him but took a political hostage along with her. He was nearly furious, and to think he almost cared for her. He nodded at his men to go to the entrance of the passageway. He had let you make a fool out of him. Just like his father.

You had been wailing in pain for god knows how long. You’d washed the blood of your hands and mouth after Jamie managed to get you to your chambers and sat you down at the edge of the bed. Sansa scurried behind him, looking mortified at the pain you were in. “Lady Sansa, check if there is any water left in the basins. Does not matter if it is cold.” Jamie nodded at the young lady as he undid the cloak from your body, taking your jewelry along with it. Sansa returned with the basin and a cloth, setting it next to the bed then turning to help Jamie undo the ties on the back of your dress. You were too huge to have a corset on, and simply had a long tunic in underneath. you buried your head in the sheets as you were hunched over the edge of the bed. Your feet in the cold floor and you screamed in pain, into the sheets.

“My lady, Y/N. please you have to lay down.” Jamie urged while rubbing your back.

You lifted your head, absolutely distraught and broken. “No…no, please I can’t do this.” You swallowed and continued to sob. “I need him, I need my husband.” You cried in pain and Jamie face scrunched up in sorrow too. “Please, please I need Tywin.” You screamed out his name as you buried your head back into the sheets. Both Sansa and Jamie were much larger than you, both attempting to lift you onto the bed, but your fierce protests made them stop, not wanting to hurt you any further.

“Lady Y/N…” Jamie tried to lift you head up “Please,” his hand held tighter onto your face but you would not let up. “Y/N!” He raised his voice making you look at him. “You said I was the best swordsmen, to teach my brothers. Who do you think I learned it from? It was my father. He will be fine, but if you do not lay down…” He paused not wanting to say it. “You and my siblings won’t be be. Please Lady Y/N.” You nodded sniffling at him, screaming out as you got up to reposition yourself against the pillows.

Sansa had already set the pillows up, to lift your back up a bit. Even then your crying didn’t let up, you were in unimaginable pain, you body ringing from the slow loss of blood. Sansa rubbed the cool cloth on your forehead, trying to calm you down and comfort you. Jamie left the room to try and figure out what was taking so long. “You could leave.” You said to Sansa in between sobs, you finger weekly pointing at the wall that held the passageway. She looked conflicted between the wall and you, she had a choice to make. Fredrick had comeback, and you could send him with her. You’d deal with the repercussions of it later but for now this was her choice

She looked to you and nodded no, her childish features coated in worry at you state. You held her hand tightly, squeezing it as way of showing your gratitude to her, for staying. Mentally swearing to yourself to protect the young Stark girl with everything you had. Your pains only grew worse, making you even more terrified then before, you heard the chants and screams outside the city. Maybe if you died and the babies did too, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, you sobbed out in fear. The war was lost, and here you were, hours away from giving birth. Your panicked eyes looked to your friend, his cool hand stroking your damp and hot forehead. Jamie soon returned, he too found no luck in finding help, he wasn’t a maester but he had been there as his sister birthed three babies. The pain soon turned to fatigue and exhaustion, making the corners of your eyes blur as the room got darker, you were tired, so very tired. You eyelashes fluttered close making as three of them panic.

“Y/N, you must stay awake!” Jamie patted your clammy cheek, Sansa tried her best to cool you off, which was most likely the reason of you fatigue. It was only a moment of unconsciousness before you jolted awake from pain stabbing directly on your lower spine. Sansa on the verge of tears at your state. With no maesters, there was no one to give you nightshade to help with the pain. All the raw aching of birth, clawed at your insides.

Jangles of metal where soon heard from the steps of the tower. You held Sansa closer to you, closing your eyes and accepting what was soon to be your fate. The pain making it almost impossible to not yelp out, you bit onto your knuckles to try and muffle yourself. Fredrick and Jamie drew their swords at the ready for whoever was going to burst the door. You felt yourself slipping again. Sansa crying and shaking you to stay awake as your hold on her loosened.

The first set of doors kicked open, Sansa held onto your hands tighter, the poor thing was far more terrified than you were, seeming to have not accepted what was about to happen. When your room door burst open, you were completely out again in pain, Sansa shielding herself from watching both men be killed. “Please don’t hurt us.” She chanted on the crook of your neck, covering your unconscious body with hers.

Instead of the Baratheon armour, she opened her eyes to red Lannister armour on a blond haired body. Your husband stood right in front of your still body huffing, eyes enraged but then turning to worry as he took in the mess on your bed. Blood stained the sheets in between you legs, your body clammy and sweaty, your eyes closed as your body laid completely limp against the Stark girl. His feet carried him to the side of the bed, his ears ringing as he took in the blood and your body. Your heart thudding against your chest was the only testament, you were alive. Sansa moved away so that Tywin could hold you, he pushed your hair away, that stuck to your face. Nearly rocking your body back and forth and tapping your cheek to wake you up.

“Do wake up, come one.” He could not do this again, he could not lose another woman he cared for to this.

“Go find help! Now!” Tywin yelled at all three of them, Jamie pulled Sansa out of the room with him as he left. There would be help this time for sure as the word of victory spread through the castle, people rejoiced and came out of hiding. Tywin was surely going to reprimand those cowards, for not showing up when they were called for the first time. His lip gently quivered.

“You are going to be okay, you must wake up!” He commanded your limp body. “I should have come sooner, fought harder. My love I’m so sorry.” He pressed kisses on your forehead, focusing on the beating of your heart. Strength began to find you again as you groaned awake, when you saw your husband’s face above you, you thought you were dead for sure.

“Tywin?” You groaned, and realized you were indeed not dead as pain coursed through your body again, shooting you awake. As your hands roamed your husband’s face, the reality set in that your husband was fine and you cried out in relief. “You came back.” You cried as your forehead was pressed to his, he simply nodded as a sad smile pulled on both of your faces, the intimate moment interrupted by another shooting pain, making your curl further into your husband’s chest.

“It hurts.” You sobbed, you weren’t sure if you could do this.

Tywin held your face in his hands. “You are stronger than I’d hoped for, you are my wife.” His voice, assertive yet comforting “You are going to survive this, as you have every adversity in life. Our children just want to meet us, my love.” You laughed at his last comment before groaning in pain again. “I wish I had said this sooner, I love you Lady Y/N, with all my heart. You cannot give up now, there is so much more I have intended for us.” He wiped the tears from your eyes, pushing your further up into the pillows as he heard people up the Tower steps.

“I love you too.” You whispered as his lips ghosted yours, he pressed a kiss to your lips and pulled away as the maesters arrived. He scowled at the lot of them but gave them room to work, he watched as they gave you night shade for the pain, nurses cleaning up your face as the other half rushed in with basins of hot water and towels. A few of the nurses tried to get Tywin to leave but he merely glared at them, which made them scurry away. Tywin held your hand as they positioned you for the birth, the pain easing up due to the medicine but your entire body was exhausted. Given how much stress and pain it had gone through for the past three hours.

The maesters were ready for you to push, you children surely were eager. You looked to your husband terrified as his hand stroked your head. He nodded at you and you took a deep breath in before letting out your first push. Yelping out by the end of it. With the constant change of nurses, the open doors of the Tower had made everyone aware that Lady Lannister was in labour. Your screams coated half of the Red Keep. Tywin urging you through most of it, paying no mind to the crushing grip you held on his hand. The sun was up in the sky as your first baby was almost out, your head fell back on pillow as exhaustion covered you, you just wanted to sleep. Tywin, the maesters and nurses all urged you on, you took a deep breath before letting out a curdling scream as your firstborn was pulled from you. The maester held the bundle up, smacking it on the back, resulting in the baby to cry. Tywin and you smiled at each other as he pressed a kiss to your temple

“A healthy baby boy, my lord.” You cried in relief but your perils weren’t over yet, the second child was easier to push out, took merely an hour as he came out in the world. However when the maester smacked the second baby it did not cry. The entire room fell silent as your smiles faded simultaneously. Tywin shuffled up to check the baby himself.

“T-Tywin? What is going on. Why isn’t he crying.” Your chest heaved from the strain earlier, your bottom lip wobbling as the nurses covered you view. They held your legs as they coaxed you through the afterbirth. You weakly fought against them. “Tywin!” You cried as you felt your body slipping back into the state of unconsciousness. You could see him standing next to the maesters but you couldn’t see your boy. Right as you slipped through, another light smack rang through the air, silence and then a shrill cry of a baby. The entire room huffed in relief as you passed out.

“What is wrong with her?” Tywin panicked as he saw your limp body. About to blow a blood vessel. He rushed to your side again

“She is just asleep, my lord.” The maester assured him. “Lady Lannister’s heart is strong.” Tywin held you as the cleaned your body up.

Tywin stood by the bassinet in his room, his wife out cold in his bed. She was moved after she was cleaned up, and here laid his children. Both sported the blond of house Lannister, yet they looked every bit like their mother. He hushed his oldest twin, Tyeon as he let out a small cry while waking up. Holding the baby to his chest as he looked down to the almost burned out pyre in the rear gardens. A haunting reminder of how horribly last night could have ended, he looked at the two little boys and then to their asleep mother, and vowed to himself. He would do everything in his power to ensure the safety of his family with whatever time he had left. He rocked Tyeon back and forth, trying to get the little one to sleep. The wet nurses had already fed the two of them, as their mother slept the day away. Though he grew a little weary of how long you were asleep for, the maesters reassured him of your health and merely to give you time to find your strength.

You weren’t sure how long you were out for, but when you woke up. An orange hue coated the room, you were settled in. By the canopy you knew you had been moved to your husband’s room, you groaned trying to look around and blinking to clear your eyes. You husband stood by the window with a baby cradled in his arm, your groan making his eyes snap to you. “Look who is awake.” He told the little baby as he walked over to sit next to you. Placing the boy in the bassinet with his brother before helping you sit up, a gentle amount of pain still causing you discomfort. He picked Tyeon up and handed him to you before picking the other boy up.

“Oh, hello. I’m your mother.” You introduced yourself to your boys in a baby voice. “Have you named him yet.” You asked, gesturing to your second born and Tywin nodded no.

“How about Jamie.” You suggested with a lazy smile on your face.

Tywin looked like he was thinking of something and then said “Two Jamies? Wouldn’t that be a little confusing to the court?” He had a point.

“Well, if I say Jamie threw up on me. It would be pretty obvious which Jamie I was speaking about.” You made your point that made Tywin chuckle.

“Thank you, my love.” You looked to him confused as he looked at the boys in both your arms lovingly. “Thank you for making me a father again.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. You settled further onto the bed, your back resting against Tywin’s chest. You’d endure the torture of last night a hundred times over. If it meant that you would have your children with you.

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Her Grace's Handmaiden Pt 23

(Cersei Lannister x Fem Reader, brief one sided Lancel Lannister x Fem Reader. Disclaimer: While Lancel's age is unstated in the show, in the books he is canonically 17. However, since the show ages everyone up by 2-3 years and we've been going by Show ages instead of Book ages so far , Lancel in this fic would be 19-20.

SMUT: male masturbation )

AO3 version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

Lannister Reign over the continent seemed to be solidifying with every passing day One Baratheon brother dead, the other cast back into the sea. Jaime was off fighting for control of the Riverlands against the Stark pup. Joffrey on the throne with his grandfather as Hand to the King, and Cersei looming over all shoulders, waiting for something to do.

She needed a distraction. Something to take her mind off the thoughts barreling through her brain.

There were the usual concerns, of course. Her dreadful little brother. The Stark Girl, who was more use to them alive but sulked around the keep like a kicked dog.

Speaking of dogs.

She shook her head.

Don't think on that, there's no point to it.

And yet she couldn't stop herself. She pictured you that night, standing in the darkness of your quarters with knowing eyes that looked almost eager for the Queen to get closer. Cersei couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if she had forced you into the Holdfast with the other ladies.

You'd still be here, of course.

But that look you gave Cersei. A look to chill the blood of even the most hardened of warriors. It was the look of a predator just waiting for its prey to move into the perfect position.

But that was nonsense, Cersei knew that.

You were devoted to her, even in anger. Each time Cersei sent you away, you had always come back. You never would have left her Queen's side if you hadn't been forced to.

This was the delusion Cersei labored under for weeks, even now despite the idea being brushed off by everyone else.

She brought her distress to her father and Joffrey, and both looked at her like she had grown a second head.

"Forgive me." Tywin squinted slowly as if he didn't understand. "But it is my understanding that upon marriage, a wife becomes as one with her husband both spiritually and legally. Lady Clegane is the man's wife, therefore there can be no issue of kidnapping."

"All the same" Cersei fumed, outraged that they would not see sense. "He should be found and hanged as a deserter. If we find him, we find Lady Clegane."

"We are at war" Joffrey scoffed, "We do not have the spare men to send after a stray dog and his bitch."

Cersei wanted to pull his ear for that. She had been unprepared for the harsh change in her dynamic with her son. He no longer listened to her and did not seek her advice or her counsel.

When he discovered the truth of Robert's many bastards, he sent the city watch to slaughter them all, grown and babes alike.

When Cersei heard of this, she was stunned. Yes, it solved the issue of the truth Jon Arryn discovered, but it also gave those who resented Lannister presence a rallying cry against Cersei and her family

"The Queen Slaughters Babies" Tyrion had said with a dark smirk.

Tywin insisted Cersei at least try to keep some kind of control over her son, but the boy king resisted with every attempt.

That made it sting all the more when Tywin himself succeeded where Cersei had failed with her child.

Tywin had him settled, more willing to thin before acting, and betrothed to Margery Tyrell, whom Cercei resented and watched carefully.

If you were here, Cersei thought, you would know what to say to cheer her. You would call Margery a snub-nosed little girl and laugh with Cersei at the very idea of such a welp replacing her.

"She could never hold a candle to you, Your Grace" you would say, cheeks rosy and eyes smiling. "Rose or not."

Why had you left? Cersei knew why, she wasn't stupid.

She did regret what had happened. You had wanted that baby so badly. I should have just had that dog put down, Cersei thought to herself, that would have been enough.

Yes, it would have hurt you, but you would have gotten over it. You would have had your baby to look after, and Cersei by your side.

Cersei allowed herself to linger on this alternative path, as it was so much more pleasant than her current reality.

Cersei would have moved you closer to the royal quarters, perhaps even into her rooms. The babe would be attended to by a nanny and wetnurse, as all highborn children were.

I could have given them more, Cersei frowned.

A head start for the boy, he would have been set to be someone's squire. Perhaps Jaime's. From there he could take on the role his father had taken, sworn sword to the King's children. Or, on the off chance the boy had been small, unfit for the battlefield, he could have even been sent to Oldtown to be educated.

Would she have loved him? Cersei wondered. Not as she loved her own children, surely. But, he would have been the apple of his mother's eye. I would have cared for him, Cersei decided firmly, not loved, but cared for.

And how well you would have thrived as a mother. You were so good with little Tommen and Myrcella, it would have come naturally.

After The Hound died, what would be done with you?

You could remain forever a widow, that would be the preferred route. You could not be trusted not to love, and in Cersei's view, it was only natural for everyone to fall in love with you eventually.

If the silly fool had been smart enough not to fall for her first husband, none of this would have happened.

If you did remarry though, it would have to be a weak man. One who did not ask questions and did not interfere.

She had thought the Hound good at not interfering. Perhaps Cersei had been blind to it, but he had never seemed resentful of your affections for your Queen. But why else would he have stolen you from the Keep in the Night like a common thief?

you must be so worried, Cersei realized.

Did you know they had won? That they were still alive?

The poor dear was snatched up and swept away like a maiden in a story, she thought fretfully, you must be so confused and frightened.

Enough of this. Cersei slapped her palm to the smooth table top she sat at, nursing a goblet of wine. If they would not do anything, she would.

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"You asked to see me, your grace?"

"Yes, come in." Cersei eyed the sell sword up and down. To consider this man a knight would be an affront to the very notion of chivalry, regardless of the "Ser" they put before his name.

"I find myself in need of some help." She began. "I have a problem, and the crown has made it clear they will not intervene, so I am seeking outside assistance."

Bronn nodded understandingly. "May I ask as to the nature of the problem?"

"My favorite, The Lady Clegane, do you know her?"

"Know of her, the uh…" He tried to find a word he could get away with in the present company, "the pretty one the Hound married. I saw her."

"She was kidnapped by her husband from the keep the night Stannis attacked the city. I want her brought back, and I want that barbarian's throat slit."

Bronn considered this. "That can be arranged. It'll take some asking around though, not many men would be willing to track down a man that big and that good with a sword. And they'll be asking for a pretty penny to do it."

"Money is of no object, I assure you," Cersei smirked. "I want her brought back alive and unharmed."

"I'll find the man for the job, your grace." Bronn smiled coyly, "Of course, there is a matter of a finder's fee…"

"Find me a man who can do the job. If he comes back alive with Lady Clegane unharmed, you will be rewarded handsomely." Cersei assured him.

Bronn's grin widened at this, "I will start straight away, Your Grace."

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Lancel stared at the ceiling over his bed blankly.

His wound still burned with infection, and his brow was damp with feverish sweat.

The Maester said he would have died if not for the quick dressing of his wound. He had you to thank for that, he thought fondly.

He made good his vow to Clegane and told his father to find him a wife that could get him out of King's Landing, and Kevin Lannister acted swiftly, glad to see that his son was finally taking adult responsibility seriously.

But while the Frey girl Kevin had betrothed him to was kind and plain-faced with noble intentions, Lancel's mind could not help but stray.

He hated himself for it. It was an affront to the gods, disrespectful to the man who had covered his crimes, and dishonored the very lady his affections yearned for.

His soul was still wracked with guilt, how he had been the one to summon you to Cersei's chambers that night. He had no way of knowing what would happen, he told himself, no way at all.

And even after what happened, when he confessed before you and your husband the Queen's crime and his unintentional part in it, though he might die, and if he did it would be well deserved.

But instead, you bore him no ill will, neither of you did. You had even taken valuable time to tend to his wounds when he was injured. "Come with us" you had urged him, and he wanted to follow so badly.

But his honor would not allow it, nor his pride.

And in the end, they won, despite everything.

When the battlefield cleared, Lancel found he could not judge Clegane for what he had done. Win or Lose, nothing would have changed for you. You would still be trapped, your son would still be dead, and you would have to look into the face of your child's killer every day.

He could still picture the beach, war raging only a few hundred yards from them as you held his hand in yours.

Even in plain wool, stripped of any court finery that might have disguised you for a snobbish highborn, you were still so beautiful.

Had Clegane not been there, had they been alone on that beach, would Lancel have dared to kiss you as he had so wanted to in that moment?

It was horrible to think, he knew that. You were a married woman, with a husband who not only loved but respected you. And you were his senior by ten years or more, what could you ever want with someone like him? Little more than a boy in tin armor with a toy sword when compared to The Hound.

As he pondered in the darkness, the arm on Lancel's good side began to move over his hip to rest on his lower stomach. Absentmindedly his long fingers played at the edge of his waistband.

He wished you were here. You had been so kind, so attentive when you nursed his wound as he sat on your bed. Even in the midst of the pain and the noise of the battle still ringing in his ears, the touch of your hands on his body was startlingly gentle.

He imagined how soft your touch had been on his face, all those times you had cupped his cheek gently, in the cellars by candlelight, in the garden surrounded by flowers. How those soft hands would feel against his bare chest, nursing him still with those sad eyes. How you'd press a cold cloth to his brow to soothe his fever.

"My poor Lion" he could hear you breathe, "Let me take care of you."

He gasped as your small hand gripped the length of his shaft and stroked him slowly but firmly. He did not protest, only whimpering with need as you leaned over him to plant a kiss on his brow. Your chest hovered just out of his reach until you drew him close and laid his head on your breast.

"Sweetling." You coaxed him gently, "You must rest, let me help you."

He nodded in agreement and very nearly cried out as you picked up the pace, lavishing tender attention on his sensitive tip each time your fingers pumped his cock.

"Please" he whined, face buried in the warm softness of your breasts as the sensation overwhelmed him. The beckoning smell of your hair, the musical tone of your sweet voice. "Please. I need you; I need you; I love you. Please."

You laughed lightly at his gasping chant, watching his hips buck against your hand.

"I know, darling, I know. Just breath. You're doing so well, so close."

His release came quickly, and just as soon as you were there, you were gone. Your warmth replaced by a cool pillow; your small soft hand replaced by his own nimble fingers.

Even as he traced the sensitive tip of his cock, drawing out more jerks and whines, Lancel felt a wave of shame wash over him.

But more powerful than shame was desire. The desire to sleep, the desire to dream. Perhaps you would visit him again tonight if he was lucky.

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Hi could you do a Tywin Lannister x Targaryen reader where the reader is the surviving daughter of Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen ( aegons twin) saved by Ned stark and raised by the starks she'll be know as Robb stark twin sister an arranged one shot where the two are married

twyin lannister x female!reader

pretty much the same as the ask :)

word count: 1024 words reading time: about 5 minutes warnings: mentions death. Very, very brief mention of what happened to Elia Martell

The Starks were a large, mismatched family with a bastard and a ward that they looked after amongst their own children. Amongst the various secrets in their family, the was a large looming secret that was kept with the utmost importance. That their oldest daughter, twin to Robb, was not truly their daughter. Instead, one of the last living Targaryens, living in the North and as a Stark. Her hair was dyed a deep black to help hide the otherwise snow-white hair. It was of the utmost importance it was regularly dyed to ensure it was she was safe. No one outside of the family knew of such a secret, many believing she was simply (Y/N) Stark.

You were married to Tywin Lannister after the man realised he needed a successor. Jamie nor Tyrion was fit to rule over Casterly Rock. They did not have the drive or power to rule House Lannister, thus he needed another. It was well known the Lord of Casterly Rock was obsessed with the betterment of his house. When the opportunity arose to marry a Stark, excelling his relations in the North and producing an heir, he took it.

Your wedding was extravagant, a large feast with many notable houses invited to wish the best to the pair. Many wishes and gifts were given, even before the wedding commenced. Though you seemed less than excited at the festivities, a fake smile sat on your face for most of the night. It was not that Tywin was a hideous man, much the opposite, you simply had no knowledge outside whispers and tales about the man. A dictator. A murderer. A widower. You had heard of what he planned to do to the Targaryens, what his son did to the King. To hear the murders of your family had always put you on edge, leaving a sour taste in your mouth. But you never had the misfortune to be close to the people who had murdered them. To marry someone who allowed the rape and murder of your mother and siblings. It was fear that fueled you, though he knew not of your true name, you feared if he ever did your fate would be the same as your mother.

During your relationship with the man, you dyed your hair more than usual. Doing it an almost unhealthy amount, that you feared what might happen if he saw even a strand of your natural hair. He was a smart man, easily reading people and putting two and two together. You knew even the slightest whiff of something he would be on it like a bloodhound.

Yet over the years, you both began to grow true feelings for one another. You began to become more relaxed around the man you had feared for some time. Going back to dying your hair less, being more open about your life instead of the shell of the person you were when they met. You both share quality time together, simply going through the steps to falling in love.

But with comfort came carelessness, as things began to slip. Truths were slowly coming to the surface. Tywin begins to take more notice of certain things. How you dye your hair. The fear and wariness when the Mountain was just mentioned. Whenever asking any question about it, you stirred away from such a thing, moving the focus to anything but the topic at hand. Tywin was not one to entertain secrets and lies within his family. Treating them like weeds in a garden, needing to be uprooted and taken out before they grew too much.

Deciding he had had enough of the games, trapping you in conversation before springing the questions and demanding the answers. "My Lady Wife, I have a question for you?" You had been chatting about what happened that day, how you talked through the garden, what you saw, and who you talked to. Simply thinking the question would be based on that, you nodded happily "Of course, ask me anything." You looked at him so innocently, a soft smile on your face. "I want to ask about your hair. Is black its natural colour?" You laugh slightly at his question, but there was an underlying worry. "Of course, my love. Why would you think it was not?"

He took notice of the worry in your voice, no matter how small or slight it was. His eyes bore into your own, his face void of emotion, you felt like a mouse going up against a cat. "It just seems to dull one day and then the next it is much deeper. Can you explain?" His words were chosen carefully, stringing them together, eyes burning you into your seat. You wanted nothing more to get away from this conversation, but you knew it would only bring more questions. You knew your husband was a tactical man, piecing things together in his mind, wanting to catch you in a lie.

"Perhaps it was simply the light that day? The weather had been strange as of late." It was a lie wrapped in truth, hoping it was enough to set him off his trail. But he did not falter eyes looking at you questioningly, as if he was asking if that truly was your final answer. But you attempt to stay stone face, mirroring your husband. "Do not lie to me. I do not take well to lies." It was meant to evoke fear within you, to use your fear to get the truth from you. But you would not crack so easily to be scared of the consequences of telling the truth than telling a lie.

"I do not speak lies. It is the truth, my love. Why would I lie to you?" Your voice was sweet as you lean in closer to him in the hopes it would ease the tension. But he was still like a stone, not giving her an inch. "But you do lie, you think you are a little minx. You think the sly old fox will not catch on. But it does. It always does, my sweet little dragon."

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The Hound and the Lioness

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader - Smut -

Part One!

Summary - Gianna Lannister is the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister from his second wife Lynnette Stark. When Gia rushes in to help Sansa Stark, after her nephew humiliates her, the king suddenly has a 'brilliant' idea... or so he says.

A/N - This is only the second time I've done something like this... so bare with me please.

WARNINGS - If you are UNDER 18 then DO NOT read! Forced marriage, loss of virginity, blow job, blood, PIV, maybe breeding kink and size kink, literally has no plot just doing this coz I had an idea! If I've missed anything that should be added as a warning then please let me know!

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Gianna watched from the crowd that had gathered in the throne room, as Joffrey terrorised poor Sansa Stark, again.

"You're here to answer for your brother's latest crimes. What do you have to say?" Joffrey aimed his armed crossbow at the Stark girl as she kneeled before him.

"Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part in it!" The poor girl began to sob, "You know this, Your Grace. I beg-" Joffrey had cut her off before she could finish, Ser Lancel, tell her what her brother has done!" Demanded Joffrey.

As Ser Lancel stepped forwards, so did Gianna. She always knew something wasn't right with her eldest nephew. He was evil, one of the evilest beings she's ever come across. Gia was appalled with his actions and about the fact that no one could make him stop, not even his mother.

"Using some vile sorcery your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves." Lancel announced. Gianna couldn't understand how people actually believe this stuff. So she rolled her eyes and mentally face palmed herself, ridiculous fools, she thought to herself.

"Thousands of good men were slaughtered, after the butchering, the Northmen feasted on the meat of the slain." This made the crowd surrounding them gasp and whisper in horror. War was a dreadful thing, Gianna knew that, but she really couldn't see that happening. At least not on Robb Stark's orders or his mothers. When she first met them, when she went with her older sister Cersei and her family to Winterfell, she'd gotten on well with the Starks.

"Killing you would, mayhaps, send your traitor brother a message." Gianna snapped out of her thoughts at that, surely he's not really contemplating that? The poor Stark girl began to weep, "But my mother insists on keeping you alive, unfortunately. Stand." Sansa stood at the king's orders, ever the obedient Lady Stark. Gianna's pity for the girl grew day by day. She didn't deserve this, no one did.

"So, we'll just have to send your brother a message some other way." Gianna took another step forward, just so she stood slightly out of the crowd, as if she might run towards young Lady Stark, she was family after all, distant but still family. "Meryn." The unspoken order was spoken and Joffrey's favoured Kingsguard stepped towards Sansa, "Leave her face, I like her pretty." And with that Sansa was punched to the stomach.

Gianna gasped and tried to step forwards, but before anyone could truly notice, her handmaid Dalia grabbed her arm, "No, my Lady. I do not think it wise to step in." Gia didn't take her eyes off Sansa. Meryn took out his sword and struck the backs of her legs, so she fell to the floor.

"Meryn, my dear lady's over-dressed. Unburden her." The Knight stood behind poor Sansa and ripped the back of her dress open, "If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we're going to have to speak louder!" Ser Meryn took out his sword again, swinging it over his head, "What is the meaning of this?"

The crowd split to allow Gianna's brother, Tyrion Lannister, to make his way through along with his man Bronn. "What kind of Knight beats a helpless girl!" Snaps Tyrion. "The kind who serves his king, Imp!" Meryn Snapped back. Gianna hated that man, he was just as vile and cruel as her nephew. "Careful now, we wouldn't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak." Bronn, even though he irritated Gia sometimes with his crude words, managed to shut the Knight up.

"Would someone get the girl something to cover herself with." Gianna and Sandor 'The Hound' stepped forward towards Sansa. "It's alright sweet girl, Tyrion will handle Joffrey." Whispered the young Lannister Lady as the Hound grabbed his White Cloak over her shoulders.

"She's to be your queen. Do you have no regard towards her honour?" Questioned Tyrion, "I'm punishing her!" Tyrion gaped, "For what crimes? She's not fighting her brother battles you half wit!" Gianna helped Sansa stand, wrapping the girl in her arms.

"Your behaviour is despicable, Nephew! She's done nothing wrong!" Gia shouted. The Stark girl shook in the Lannister Lady's arms. "Neither of you can speak to me like that! The king can do as he likes!" Again Lady Lannister rolled her eyes, "The Mad King did as he liked! Look where that got him! Killed by his own guard, his people rebelled against him. Is that what you want to be done to you? For people a hundred years from now to remember you as the king who beat helpless Ladies?" Snapped Gianna, turning to her brother, "Perhaps they'll title him 'The Half-wit King', brother?" The people in the room sniggered and gasped. Gia swore she heard The Hound huff amusingly behind her.

"No one threatens his Grace in the presence of the kingsguard!" Meryn rushed towards Gianna, threateningly. "I'm not threatening him, Ser. I'm merely giving my nephew some... advice." Gianna didn't bother to look at Ser Meryn. "Bronn the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him." Tyrion said in a bored manner, turing to Ser Meryn, "Now that was a threat... see the difference?!" Gia chuckled at her older brother, they'd always been close, even since she was a little girl.

Tyrion walked towards his little sister and Sansa, leading them away. "I apologise for my nephew's behaviour. Tell me the truth, do you want this wedding to happen?" Spoke Tyrion softly, "We could try to get the engagement broken, if you'd like?" Gia rubbed the girls shoulders and they walked, "I am loyal to king Joffrey-" Stated Sansa, pulling out of Gianna's arms, "He is my one true love." With that she walked ahead of them, her ladies maids following her.

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Gianna was summoned back to the throne room, a couple hours later. As she walked in she realised that the crowd had only gotten bigger. At the throne sat her nephew, on both sides of him were his mother, Gianna's only and older sister, and the hand, who was Gianna's father. At the bottom of the stairs to the throne stood the kingsguard.

"You summoned me, Your Grace." Gianna stood before her family. She had changed into a more comfortable dress, since she was planning to go horse riding after. "Yes, I did." Signed Joffrey. "Tell me, Dear Aunt. Do you think the way you spoke to me earlier was appropriate? Especially of a Lady." Questioned the king.

Gianna looked towards her father at that moment, his face was emotionless. So she looked towards her kingsguard brother, he looked nervous for her. "I said what I thought to be true, Your Grace." She wouldn't lie. He needed to be told. Cersei scoffed, "You're king deserves more respect from you." Gianna rolled her eyes, "DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!" Screeched Cersei. "My apologise, sister."

"You know, I'll have to punish you." Gia's heart began to race. Surely her father wouldn't allow that. She was his daughter, and she knew he favoured her out of all his children. Looking towards him again she saw that his face was still, emotionless.

"You see, I've had a few hours to... come up with your punishment. Mother helped me." They both chuckled. "You're young, unmarried, pretty. What better punishment is there than to marry you to a... hound." The crowd gasped at their king's words. Joffrey laughed hysterically. "Mother's always calling you a bitch, so it seems quite fitting! Don't you think?!" I glanced towards 'The Hound' . He stood tall, but you could tell he was angry.

"Your Grace I don't think that's-" Tywin tried to reason with his grandson, he didn't want to drag his house through the mud again. "Silence!'' shouted Joffrey. "Hound stand by your bride to be!" Sandor reluctantly moved to stand beside Gianna. "The Hound and his bitch. He's so massive I'm sure he'll split her open when he takes her maidenhead!" Gianna looked down in shame at being spoken about in such a way.

“Your wedding will be the day after tomorrow.” With that Joffrey excused everyone. Gianna quickly left the throne room, rushing to her chambers. Tears were dripping down her face as threw herself on her bed; her head buried in her arms.

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hiring! Can I request a fic where it is Game Of thrones x the originals? Like Reader is Tywin's daughter from his second marriage and she was set to marry some abuse lord. But she meets Elijah when he and Oberyn are in Kingslanding for Joffrey's wedding. Reader and Elijah fall for one another so Tywin changes his mind and allows Elijah to marry reader instead. Oh can it be where Joffrey never died? So Tyrion is never arrested please and thank you.

I know I rarely do cross over fics but this request just got me. Also I had just started watching 'House of the Dragon' and rereading the books.

Warnings: Fluff, Protective Lannister men, Oberyn scheming, Elijah just being the softest, hints of smut

Pairing: Elijah M. x Velaryon!Lannister!Reader

A/N: I am well aware of how Tywin treats his children in the show but soft!Tywin is my shit. Oh maybe I could a series of this. This will be a two parter

A/N/N: also we support Rhaenyra x Alicent in this household and believe Otto ruined everything

283 Winter, Casterly Rock

Vaesa let out her last scream as she pushed, then the sounds of a baby's cry filled the halls of Casterly Rock. Tywin Lannister, not caring that a Maester and mid-wives tried stopping him from entering the room.

There Vaesa sat rocking you in her arms, you were healthy with soft bronze skin. And a head of sliver blonde curls with jade colored. A girl of Velaryon and Lannister blood, Vaesa knew just what your life was going to be. Her bloodline could be traced back to Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys Velaryon.

"I apologize, my husband...I gave you a girl." Vaesa tells Tywin as he moved closer taking you into his arms. You held most of house Velaryon features due to Vaesa's pure Velaryon blood.

"It is fine wife. She is perfect." Tywin says kissing your forehead when you yawned. Vaesa smiled seeing her husband soften holding you. Little did you know you were going to be the most protected girl in the Seven Kingdoms.

287 Summer, Casterly Rock

Vaesa held your hand walking down to the waters where a huge dragon lay, Rovas, the last known dragon and your mother his rider. Rovas moved his head hearing your mother softly call out to him and you, ever so much the adventurer, tried to run up to the lazy dragon.

"Go on my little lion." Vaesa says knowing Tywin was watching closely on top of the stone steps. Tywin was at first against you meeting Rovas but your mother reassured your father that the old dragon would be gentle.

You giggled feeling Rovas press his snout against your little body, he let out a purr when you patted his snout. Vaesa turned to her husband with a smirk on her face when she heard you call for them both.

"Mama! Papa! Look!" You squealed getting your parents attention, seeing you on top of Rovas's head. The dragon just lay there not caring there was a five year old climbing on him.

"I only turned my back for a second." Vaesa said when Tywin moved standing next to her. Both watched Lannister guards nervously moved towards the dragon to get you down.

"It seems she is more Velaryon than Lannister." Tywin joked making Vaesa laugh. Your parents watched you climb down off of Rovas who tilted his head making easier for you.

"Soon Rovas would be hers." Vaesa tells her husband when you came running up. You begged your father to pick you up and you three went in for lunch.

301 Summer, Kingslanding

You had grown into a beautiful young woman which your mother joked that it must be your Velaryon blood. You stood by Rovas looking out at the waters feeling the old dragon shift his head to nuzzle your side.

The war was over and you being 18, Tywin was looking for a Lord to wed you. Rovas purred feeling your stress and the dragon wanted nothing more than to comfort you. You didn't want to marry knowing your husband wouldn't allow you to keep Rovas.

"I knew you would be out here." Tyrion says walking down to join you seeing how your guard stayed up on the steps. Tyrion shook his head knowing both Jamie and Tywin would be angry that the guard didn't stay close to you.

"Father says I'll be married soon." You tell your older brother still looking out at the sea.

"You wish to not marry sister? You won't have to, your mother will birth our sibling soon." Tyrion says watching you sigh and lay on Rovas's snout.

"If is a boy, I won't have to but if it is a girl." You mumbled before squeaking when Rovas raised his head making you stand.

"Lady Y/N, the Lord Hand wishes to speak to you." A handmaid tells you making you frown and nodded following after her. Tyrion sighed and patted Rovas who huffed wanting to fly you out of Kingslanding.

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The day of Joffrey's and Margaery's wedding was celebrated by all. Mean while you were stuck listening to your betrothed list your duties as his wife. Lord James Whitehill was suggested to your father by Cersei. While your brothers hated the Lord having done some digging.

"I hope you only birth me sons. Daughters will not be allowed also I don't want you to have your dragon." Lord Whitehill tells you well more like demanded.

"Exuse me, Lord Whitehill but I have others to greet." You tell the Lord leaving before you hit him. Vaesa was sitting Jamie and both was glaring at your betrothed.

"Princess." You brighten up hearing Oberyn and turned around smiling. You stopped see the Lord next to Oberyn, your heart skipped a beat.

"Prince Oberyn, I told you I am no Princess." You tell the Prince who just smirked at you putting an arm around you.

"Being the daughter of Velaryon Lady should make you one." Oberyn teased you noticing how you looked at the Lord.

"Who is your friend?" You asked Oberyn making the Prince smile.

"This is Lord Elijah Mikaelson, the Noble stag of the North. Lord Elijah, this is Lady Y/N." Oberyn says then moved away to leave you two to talk. Oberyn saw how Tywin watched you and Elijah right away.

"Lady Y/N, may I have this dance?" Elijah asked you noticing the flush that came on your face. You shyly nodded placing your smaller hand in Elijah's much larger hand.

"Who is that with our sister, Tyrion?" Jamie whispered to his younger brother not wanting Cersei to hear him.

"That would be the Lord Elijah of the North. If I remember right his family stayed out of the war." Tyrion says watching you giggle at Elijah's jokes as you both danced. Jamie was surprised before sitting next to Tyrion.

"What else do you know?" Jamie asked watching you and Elijah getting a smirk from his brother.

"They say the House of Mikaelson once rode with the House of Dragon. They are old blood and members of the family rarely leaves the North."

"So better than Lord Whitehill?" Jamie asked looking at your betrothed not liking the dark glare on his face. While Tywin sat rethinking your marriage proposal to Lord Whitehill.

"Very." Tyrion says noticing their sister's jealous glare.

"Shame you are betrothed Lady Y/N." Elijah says twirling you and you smiled up at the Lord.

"It is not set in stone my Lord. I just haven't gotten other offers." You tell Elijah getting a coy smile from him.

"Then may I add my proposal?" Elijah asked you kissing your hands making you flush nodding.

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"He is so attentive of her. Agree sister?" Tyrion says joining Cersei with Jamie seeing Elijah tucking a rose behind your ear.

Kingslanding was gossiping how you were set to marry Lord Elijah. Tywin finding him a better match for you since a marriage between you and Elijah would benefit the Lannisters. Cersei was seething watching you walking with Elijah in the gardens.

"Yes, shame father ended her proposal with Lord Whitehill." Cersei tells her brothers eyes darken when you shyly kissed Elijah's cheek.

"Well good thing he did. I heard some unfavorable things about the Lord." Jamie says seeing you lead Elijah down to the beach.

Elijah was surprised that you wanted him to meet your dragon. He still had to thank Oberyn for introducing you both and also talking the Lord up to the Lord Hand. Rovas raised his head seeing you.

"Rovas! Meet my beloved!" You tell the dragon as Elijah flet his heart burst at your words. You gently pulled Elijah closer and the dragon stared at the Lord then lay his head back down.

"He is quite the dragon." Elijah says placing a hand on Rovas while dragon watched you lean back against Elijah's chest.

"He trusts you. Rovas didn't allow Lord Whitehill near me when I had them meet." You tell Elijah smiling knowing Rovas was very protective of you.

"I should make sure he all he needs up North." Elijah tells you kissing your hand eyes twinkling seeing how you brighten.

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Vaesa stood next to her husband getting teary eyed as Elijah kissed you making you his wife. Vaesa was happy you were marrying an honorable man unlike Lord Whitehill.

Of course the Lord tried to say he took your maidenhead after a drunken night. Tywin nearly ran a sword though Lord Whitehill for the lie if Jamie and Tyrion hadn't stopped their father.

The feast was lovely and you were enjoying the attention Elijah was giving you that was until Joffrey ruined it. The boy King came walking up to your table with Lord Whitehill.

"Time for the bedding ceremony! Now dear Lady aunt, I hope y........" Joffrey was cut off when Elijah placed his sword on the table eyes dark.

"Touch my wife and men will lose their hands." Elijah said coldly and Tywin stood up.

"Maybe there is to be no bedding ceremony. We should allow the new couple to retire." Tywin says as you took Elijah's hand taking him to your wedding chambers.

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You woke feeling arms tighten around your waist and smiled remembering what happen. You had consummated your marriage to your new husband. Elijah hummed enjoying the feeling you kiss his face.

"Good morning my beloved wife." Elijah sounded sleepy and his voice sounding husky. Elijah pressed more kisses on your bare skin and touching what ever he could reach.

Morning beloved." You say rolling over kissing Elijah. You giggled when Elijah rolled you both over trapping you under him. Elijah nuzzle your neck pressing closer to you.

"Shall revist last night?" Elijah teased you making you flush wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Yes...my Lord husband." You said shyly pulling Elijah closer as you both indeed revist last night.

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