#tyrion x sansa

[tyrionsource]

Tyrion's Seasons of Love ❦ A Dream of Spring

Tyrion and Sansa decide to remain married when they reunite in the future. They have a daughter whose exuberance and love of flowers reminds Sansa of Arya.

[selkiewife]

A Heart Beneath a Stone

I loved a maid as red as autumn, with sunset in her hair

[ladysansalannister]

[xprettypoppyx]

Was trying to get a proper picture of Sansa and Tyrion from the ai art generator and it kept giving me pics like these so I got really annoyed

But I do think it opens up an interesting venue of conversation about ableism in shipping. Think about it If Tyrion hadn't been born with dwarfism, if he was just a normal wastrel second son, who was forcefully married to Sansa for his father's political motives. More people would be shipping Sanrion. If Tyrion as a abled bodied male, had shown Sansa the protection and respect he did in fact show her in GOT. People would be clamoring for them to make their marriage work. And it's sad that a lot of times, it really does seem like the reason people don't think Tyrion deserves a chance at love is exactly the same reason Tywin uses.

The guy deserves more respect than all the men in position of power that he's surounded by and he's treated like a glorified sidekick by most of the fandom. And I can't help but think that it's at least 50% influenced by ableism. But were not ready for that conversation yet

I agree with you 100%! I think it's very telling that even an AI image generator couldn't produce a picture of Tyrion as he really is. It says a lot about our society as a whole. It's both disheartening and disappointing.

If Tyrion didn't have dwarfism, I have no doubt that hordes of people would ship him with Sansa. He's one of the most beloved characters on the show, yet try to ship him with anyone--anyone at all--and people get all weird and squirmy about it. It is ableism at work, and it's a shame. As far as many in the fandom are concerned, Tyrion is allowed to be the cunning politician or the witty comic relief, but never the romantic lead.

[chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct]

The second of the two Sansa x Tyrion girls my friend requested

Princess Catelyn Stark-Lannister of Winterfell

Tried to make her match a bit with Tylla but idk

Should i make her and Tylla part of my main AU? Should Abigail get some half sisters???

[jackoshadows]

I am starting to understand the Sansa/Tyrion ship and seeing parallels for these two. For instance both Sansa and Tyrion pretending to be bastards after fleeing KL and Cersei. Tyrion takes on the alias of Hugor Hill and in Westerosi history, Hugor Hill was supposedly the first King of the Seven and his wife was a ‘girl supple as a willow with eyes like deep blue pools’

And get this, according to the WOIAF book, the Kings of Mountain and Vale from House Arryn claim to be descented from Hugor Hill!! And where is Sansa currently hiding as a bastard? The Vale!

The first half of AFfC and ADwD take place in the same timeline and so Sansa pretending to be Alayne Stone and Tyrion pretending to be Hugor Hill is happening concurrently in the story. (The main difference being in their attitudes. Tyrion is blasé about it because as he says ‘Every dwarf is a bastard in his father’s eyes.’ Sansa on the other hand is aghast at having to play a bastard and hurt by the cruelty)

Stone and Hill! And then there’s the entire story of Tyrion with the Hill tribes of the Vale where, in AGoT, he promises them the Vale in exchange for their fighting for House Lannister. He uses some of them to guard Sansa, including Timett and the burned men who have returned to the Vale.

It’s very likely that the Hill tribes will attack the Bloody gate in TWoW and Sansa may have an advantage in treating with them as Tyrion’s wife - a call back to Tyrion appreciating Sansa’s ability to charm the Lords and Ladies in KL.

Could a helpful soul point me in the direction of some good analysis/meta with respect to parallels, foreshadowing, narrative themes and story for any future Tyrion and Sansa relationship? Thanks!

[anukulee]

Improper (Loki Fanfic)

In Contribution with Smolvenger (Tumblr)

Note: This has mentions of GOT (Game of Thrones) characters, if you click on their name you should be able to pull up an image of them. These images will come in handy later trust me.

A/N: As a treat for you all this chapter will be my first ever contribution, this being with Smolvenger (Tumblr). She gave me the idea with Hal sneaking out with someone to a tavern and I expanded on it adding a betrothed, alongside Loki. So while our ideas might be the same, we are taking different approaches, and I as of now have yet to read hers. Meaning in no way will my work be excatly likes hers, but you will have it to look forward to. Now with that out of the way please enjoy my first-ever kinda of contribution....

Her face rumored to be beloved, and admired by all, was graced with a frown. A frown that always seemed to be held in regards to him. A very frown that Loki felt didn't suit her features, not that she would ever let him tell her that, for she was far to stubborn to listen to his reasoning. Far to uptight about the rulings, that had likely been drilled into her since birth just as they were with him. Her tone mirroring her, rigid point of view, as she spoke to him. "My prince, I would highly suggest against this," she said, just as she did every time Loki would attempt to get them into mischief. 

"Now what would be the fun in that, my dear," Loki responded, unaffected by his betrothed's words, for he had heard them far too many times.

"You call this fun?"

"Yes, what else might this be?"

"Inproper, of course."

"You always say that my dear," Loki said, another remark out of his silver tongue, far to use to their bickering.

"And yet you never seem to listen," she reasoned just as she always tried to do, yet as always Loki ceased to listen.

"What fun would it be if I were to listen?"

"Not everything has to be fun, my prince."

"Says the killjoy."

"I am no kill joy as you call it," Loki's betrothed proclaimed, as her arms folding across her chest, and right to her bosom, one that Loki remainded himself to not to close look upon.

"Aren't you my dear?"

"I am not."

"Prove it then."

"How?"

"Come with me to the Lion's tavern."

"The lions tavern," Loki's betrothed, asked confusing now masking her face.

"The one and only."

"You mean the one with all the," Loki's betrothed, started to say yet seemed to fail at finding the exact words, through Loki already what she was going to say.

"The lady company."

"Yes."

"Some go there for the women." In fact I can think of a few, Loki thought, but saw better as not to name.

"Figures."

"I never said I do."

"You don't?"

"Perhaps I go for the drinks."

"You know I am no innocent young maiden?"

"Aren't you," Loki said, giving a skeptical look towards his betrothed face.

"I am afraid not, my prince, for having many men in my family has immuned me to such flights."

"Have they?"

"Yes."

"Then if that is so, why do you act, so..."

"Uptight, was that you were going to use?"

"Clever aren't you? Trying to guess what I might say."

"I do try, my prince," she teased tone now far lighter then before.

"Enough with the prince talk, I am your betrothed, not some stuffy old lord."

"I would never call you stuffy."

"Then what would you call me?"

"I don't believe you might want to hear to what I would call you."

"Don't I, it wouldn't be anything I haven't heard before."

"And give you the satisfaction of being right?"

"You tease."

"Takes one to know one doesn't it?"

"Such a tongue you have on you little one," Loki interjected, now edging ever so closely towards the one who would one day become his wife. Rather then back away as Loki might've thought, his betrothed did no such thing and remained still.

"I am no little one."

"Aren't you for you are younger then I."

"I will have you know, I am not much younger then that shield maiden friend of yours."

"Sif?"

"Yes, I believe that was her name."

"You make little point my little dove."

"Again I am not little."

"Aren't you, considering I am a god?"

"And I shall be a goddess once we marry."

"If we marry."

"You doubt our parent's wishes," she asked, her eye brow now furrowing in a way that Loki's couldn't say wasn't alluring.

"I doubt your likelyness to kill me."

"As if I would waste such a task on the likes of you."

At this Loki made a fake stabbing motion with his hands, as if she had wounded him, when truly she hadn't, at least not further then anyone else had. "You wound me my dear."

"Do I? From what I hear you can just come back alive."

"So you have heard tales of me?"

"Of course, who hasn't heard of you?"

"Yet you will still marry me?"

"I do as my parents wish, just as you do."

"Ah yes, the wills of our gracious parents."

"Indeed, my prince."

"Loki," Loki interjected, causing his betrothed to pause for a moment. "Call me Loki."

"Loki?"

"Yes, if we are to be married, you might as well call me by my proper name, no more of this my prince nonsense."

"If that is what you wish."

"Now now, what happened to that fierce vixen who was just speaking to me?"

A look of confusion once again crossed Loki's betrothed face, one that he figured would happen. For ladies such as her have likely been taught that they must keep their mouths shut and obey their husband's wishes. A setiment that seemed to be voiced in his betrothed next words. "You like that?"

 "Why wouldn't I, for what is more alluring then a fierce woman?" Loki was far from the people that she has likely been told up, for he was one who prefered someone that would keep him on his toes. For what was life without a little danger or mischief? Perhaps this might be more fun then I intially thought, Loki's mind already slowly turning.

"You find it alluring?"

"Yes, for I have always liked my companion to be sharp of mind and tongue. I find it makes the sex far more sensual."

"Such crass words coming from you."

"What did I wound your ears," Loki asked, his tone while still teasing held just the smallest bit of concern. He had heard tales of woman not knowing such things until after they were married or at times broken into the wrong way.

"No, as I said before I have long since heard the things due to my family."

"I see, then shouldn't that make going to a tavern of no issue," Loki asked, finally getting back on subject.

"And if anyone were to see us, what might we do then?"

"We can say we are searching for someone."

"And who might that be," Loki's betrothed asked, her arms crossed against her chest once more.

"One of our advisors of course," Loki said, as if the very idea he was suggesting wasn't going against everything that his fiance had likely been taught.

"And which one might that be?"

"The one who always lingers at establishments such as those."

"And who in there right mind would do that," she asked, her brows furrowing once more, still very much skeptical about Loki's idea.

"If you come with me, you shall see. So how about it," Loki said offered his hand out to hers.

"I swear to all the gods above if we get caught, I am blaming you," she said, relenting likely not in the mood for another bickering spat with Loki. One he was pleased enough not to have.

"Whatever you wish, now let us go," Loki proclaimed.

"And how do you suggest we do that, we just going to waltz up wearing this," she said, gestering to the royal attire they were currently wearing.

"But of course not, I am far too clever for that," Loki said, and with a simple glow of his seidr, both he and his betrothed were adorned with clocks, hers being blue while his was black. 

"And this will help how," she asked?

"Patience my darling all in due time."

"Must you with the pet names?"

"Always," Loki remarked with a grin, as with another glow of his seidr, his form changed, his hair now longer black as raven, now turning a light brown color almost blond with the sun, his eyes no longer green, now becoming more a hazel eye color, his clothing turning more into what one might see on a commoner wear yet rather then it be green instead it was red.

"What no green," Loki's betrothed asked?

"While this color isn't to my taste, people prefer my brother's color to mine, and seeing as we don't wish to be seen I thought it might be best."

"I see, now what about me," she asked, gestering to her still dressed royal clothes.

"It's of no issue," Loki said, as with another grow of his seidr, her dress became something more similar to what a woman of Asgard would wear now beneath the blue cloak. "Now would you wish for your features to remain the same or shall I change them?"

"I would rather like to keep my features, through I suppose my hair could become a lighter color."

"If this is your wish, my lady," Loki said with a bow, as his fiance went from looking like what could best be described as Anne Bolelyn (from Tudors), to Margaery Tyrell (GOT), her hair no longer dark brown falting on black, to a lighter color that was more like Loki's, and her eyes now green. "Now shall we go," he asked offering his hand to hers. Rather then decline she took it.

"I suppose we shall."

With a final glow of Loki's green seidr the two vanished, but not before Loki left two illusions in their place, in case anyone were to wonder. The illusions already bantering just as Loki and his betrothed would do. 

The next time Loki and his betrothed reappeared, they were on a tunnel. "Must that be so dizzing?"

"Never teleported before?"

"Not without riding."

"Well it was either that or we walk, and I figured you would rather not be seen so this was the best I could do."

"We are in the dark," she protested.

"Not for long," Loki said, as soon the smallest bit of light began to admit from his palms. "Now will you let me lead the way?"

"If I must."

"There we go."

"Yes, now where are we," she asked, following the light that was coming from Loki's palm as he lead the way.

"Let us just say I have my ways of escaping the castle." With a single finger coming up to Loki's lips toward the end.

"I see without Heimdell knowing."

"We wouldn't be here if he knew."

"Point there." Step by step Loki lead the way with his betrothed following right behind him. "So who is this advisor we are searching for?"

"One that comes from Winterfell."

"You mean the realm of ice and snow without the frost giants?"

"Yes, his wife is the curent reigning queen of Winterfell."

"You mean Sansa Stark?"

"You have heard of her?"

"Yes, everyone has heard of Sansa and her lord husband Tyrion Stark. He is said to be one of the wisest men and from the Lannisters of Vanaheim."

"Have you heard of the other tales about him."

"What other tales," Loki's betrothed asked, a curious look upon her face once more.

"At the taverns he has earned the name of Small Drunk One, through he hasn't been there as much since getting married."

"If that is so, why is he here this night?"

"His wife lady Sansa, is said to have other matters to attend to, and I fear Tyrion might do something."

"So you are friends with this man, how unexpected coming from you."

"What can I say, I am always up for a surprise," Loki asked with a friendly shrug.

"If that is what you call it."

With that Loki and his betrothed finally began to talk, as they continued their way through Loki's tunnel, yet not without bickering along the way. Until finally they seemed to have arrived in the streets of Asgard, as Loki squashed the light out, and put a finger to his lips once more. "Remember no mention of whom we are."

"Who do you think I am?"

"I suppose you are right."

"Aren't I always?"

"Must you?"

"Always, after all if I give you an easy time, what shall you expect when we are married."

"Quite a tongue you have now?"

"There is nobody but you and I to know of this, and you won't tell."

"Won't I?"

"You won't, because it will all lead back to you."

"Will it," Loki asked his now light brown eyebrow raising just a bit.

"If not I shall make it."

"Fair game, I suppose, now what shall your name be if you are asked?"

"I was thinking Astrid Erikdottir, and yours?"

"I was thinking perhaps Thomas Williamson's."

"Perfect, now shall we go Thomas," Loki's betrothed asked now offering her hand to Loki.

"I suppose we shall lady Astrid," Loki said, as the two made their way to the tavern now above their head. 

As Loki stood in front of the wooden doors that had guarded the tavern, ones that Loki had never particularly noticed on previous visits. Through on previous visits Loki had been more preoccupied by other things, whether that be seeking pleasureable company, or looking for a way to drink the days away. To perhaps forget just for a moment that he was the asgardian prince, even if he was merely second.

Yet with his betrothed, watching her eyes flicker up to the words The Lion's Head engraved above them. Loki felt a new apperciation for having been here before, just so he could see this. Noticing more details that he never had thought of, such as the fact he could hear the muffled sounds of the tavern even merely standing outside the doors. The two standing in silence, for a few moments as the two took in the enviroment around them, Loki's heart beating with every passing moment, not that he would admit it. Nor would he admit that he was the first one to spoke, far tired of not hearing her voice. "So how long do you intend on standing out here my lady," he asked, already having a teasing comment on his mind.

"For however I wish to, considering you dragged me here," his betrothed asked, tongue as sharp as ever.

"You agreed to come, so isn't this on you?"

"You called me a killjoy, so I thought why not prove you wrong."

"And you certainly have, I am surprised you have made it this far princess."

"Yes, despite my desire to kill you, leaving me a widow," his betrothed said, using a tone far to causual for what she had suggested.

"We both know if you were to do that, you might have to marry someone worse."

"Yes, while you are a pain, I much rather take your company over another."

"Awww that almost sounds like a complainment," Loki said, his tone still teasing.

"Take it whatever you would like. Now are we to head in or shall we be married before we do?"

At this comment, Loki stepped out of the way, allowing the door to creek open, holding it for his betrothed. "After you my lady I insist," he offered.

"If you insist I suppose I must go in."

With these words, Loki's betrothed stepped into the doors of the tavern with the door creeking shut upon it's closing.

The moment they stepped into the tavern there was noise, and sights that no one would let someone such as Loki's betrothed or in this case Astrid to see. Through Loki had intially come to the tavern to show his betrothed some fun, it seemed as perhaps Tyrion might be worse of then he feared. As Loki's eyes began to search for where Lord Tyrion would be, through Loki's betrothed eyes were elsewhere. Eyes that Loki wouldn't say he yearned to see on him, not that he could say anything. 

Just as Loki swore he could see Tyrion, something blocked his way, as music filled the air. "What is this," Loki's betrothed asked, confused from what she was seeing.

"Music of course, what else might it be?"

"Yes, but what are we to do?"

"Dance of course."

"Dance."

"Yes."

"Here?"

"Why not?"

"Without wearing any proper attire, or doing the waltz?"

"Not every dance is the waltz my dear."

"I know, but I didn't expect it would be in a place such as this."

"So will you have this dance with me," Loki asked holding his hand out to her.

"I........," Loki's betrothed stuttered unsure of what to do.

"Come on, you said you weren't a killjoy, so why not try just this once?"

"Yes, but what? You afraid I will let go of you?"

"Perhaps."

"Doth the lady protest?"

"Always."

"If that is so we have no need to do this, I could always find some other way to get over to Tyrion," Loki said as his voice dropped just a bit. For while he would never admit, he had a desire to dance. Perhaps to see her eyes light up in a way he had never seen before, and would likely never see given how formal they must be.

"No, I can do this."

"Are you sure," Loki asked his face full of concern not wanting to pressure his betrothed into something she might not want to do.

"I am sure."

"If that is what you wish then follow me," Loki said, as once Loki's betrothed took his hand did the two begin to dance alongside everyone else. As with every turn they made they got closer and closer to someone. It was here where Loki began to dance closer to the smaller man.

As to the sky, a small man barely 4'5 in height, his almost as blond as Loki's current appearance, his eyes a bright blue, with a scar running down half of his face, yet rather then be dressed warmly he wore longer clothing, colored black, with boots at the bottom, in one hand through he had a glass full of mead aimed towards the sky. "There he is," Loki said, as he pointed to said small man.

"That's Tyrion?"

"Yes, you do recall he is short?"

"Of course, everyone knows of his stature, what I didn't expect is for someone, so small to be able to hold so much mead."

"You wouldn't yet here he does."

"I can see that, but what do we do now?"

"Now we go to him," Loki said as he soon let go of his betrothed hand much to his dismay. Making his way over to Tyrion, everything after that became a blur of people. Loki's only goal was to get towards Tyrion.

"Cheers to my lady wife, who couldn't make it," he said slurring every so often with his words.

 "Tyrion," he exclaimed, once he was close enough to the small man.

"And who might you be," Tyrion asked, his words still slurred.

"Someone you know."

"Are you sure for all I know you could be *hic* a stranger, or perhaps someone sent by my family *hic*."

"We can dicuss this later, why are you here," Loki asked, as slowly he went to one side of the table. Loki's betrothed seeing this took to the other side at least she tried to, until something happened, through Loki didn't see it at the time.

"For the company of course *hic* seeing as my lady wife isn't with me *hic*. How I miss her red hair, her bosoms, and very being *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed.

"You won't be able to see her, if you remain here."

"And why won't I?"

"Can't you come with us," Loki pleaded.

"Why now isn't the time to discuss such matters *hic*. Now is the time, for fun my friend prince Loki *hic* would know of this. Now have some fun young man *hic*, the night is young," a drunk Tyrion proclaimed.

"Yes, but," Loki said about to protest when something caught his eye. His betrothed in the arms of someone else, something that stirred Loki the wrong way. Almost as if there was a ping in his heart. Impossible, it can't be, it's too soon, he thought. Yet still the ping remainded, as rather then focus on the fun he could be having instead Loki's eyes were elsewhere. Watching as his betrothed was in the arm's of another, his gaze switching back and further between the drunk Tyrion, and his betrothed. Rather then thinking it through, he grabbed the still drunken Tyrion earning him protests from him.

"What is this for?"

"Your own good, friend."

"It isn't, if it were for my own good *hic* you would let me drink and know things *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed, this got Loki to recieve looks from the tavern paterons, including the one that held his betrothed.

At this Loki let out a too casual laugh. "It's nothing, I am afraid my uncle here has had far too much to drunk, so we should be off," Loki said, the lie coming out of his tongue quicker then one might expect. Taking this chance to motion his betrothed towards him, as soon Loki held a drunk Tyrion, exiting the establishment. Once in a corner that nobody could see Loki changed from Thomas Williamson's, back to Loki. 

"It's you Loki," Tyrion proclaimed.

"Yes, it is, what would Sansa say about this?"

"Well Sansa isn't here *hic*.

"Yes, but a lady was."

"Whom?"

"My betrothed."

"And who might that be? Perhaps it *hic* was the lady who was stolen away *hic*."

"You know?"

"Of course I know, beloved prince, you do *hic* recall I drink and I know things. Didn't you *hic* think I saw, your jealous glare my friend *hic*?"

"You have no which you speak of."

"Don't I, I am not your brother nor am I Jamie *hic*."

"And if you were right," Loki asked his arms now crossing against his chest.

"We both know I am, I would ask what her name might be *hic*?"

"You can call me Astrid Erikdottir," a voice injected as much to Loki's delight, his betrothed stood there once more, her hood off.

"I see, it is a pleasure to meet you *hic*, through I never expected it would be like this *hic*."

"Nor did I sire," Loki's betrothed said offering her hand to Tyrion.

"How much did you hear," Loki asked?

"Whose to say, now shall we go, I believe we have had enough fun," Loki's betrothed asked paying little mind to the question.

"Must I," Tyrion asked?

"I am afraid we have meeting tomorrow, and father may not like seeing you there."

"Ah yes, your father, how I wish *hic*, I could drink when dealing with him."

"Alas you can't Tyrion."

"I know dear prince, then let us go *hic*," Tyrion proclaimed before he began to mumble something about his other drunken adventures.

Through Loki paided little to no mind as he followed Tyrion, but not before redawning his Thomas Williamson's look. He looked towards his betrothed in an apologetic manner. "Was this fun enough for you," she teased.

"Must you," Loki asked?

"You were the one who claimed, to wanting to have fun."

"Yes, but perhaps next time it could be more fun."

"More fun then this?"

"Far more fun."

"Ooh and you expect me to go along with it?"

"Won't you?"

"Only if you admit something?"

"And what might that be?"

"You were jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Back at the tavern when I was dancing."

"And if I was, what might you say?"

"I would say he dragged me over there, and I had little desire to go."

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"My how improper of you, for wanting to refuse a dance," Loki teased.

"You were the one who wanted me to have more fun."

"That I did, and did this live up to it?"

"Perhaps but how could you imagine in topping it next time," she asked turning her gaze toward Loki.

"Next time?"

"Yes, for I am afraid I might still be what you might call a killjoy."

"Are you?"

"Perhaps, you might just have to see on how improper I can be," she said and before Loki could say anything she went closer to Tyrion with Loki following closely behind. Through just as she said that a thought crossed Loki's mind. A thought that perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. 

A thought that would remain in his mind even after Astrid Erikdottir, turned back into his betrothed, through that thought would remain clouded until later. For Loki and his betrothed had much more improper things to do, through those stories are for another time, through this story was just the start of their improper lives together, one that would be long and full of what would be deemed of improper things. All because of one improper visit to a tavern....

[iamnotathornbird]

looking for fic recs. happy, modern day AUs a plus, but only requirements are completed works (i know, i know, but my heart can't get attached to any WIPs right now) and HEA endings.

anything featuring:

-buffy × spike

-willow x spike

-katniss x peeta (x gale, okay, too)

-lexi x fezco

-arya x gendry

-sansa x tyrion

-missandei x grey worm

[crazysleepydreams]

REUNION

Ok I'm late for the party but I want to party too so I shall post the promps for the next week let's thank @albinokittens300 for the fantastic idea!

REUNION: part 1, The Lannisters.

When Tyrion Lannister the third was born his mother felt despair for him: what broke Joanna’s heart wasn’t her son's achondroplasia, it was his soulmark. Normally any mother would be happy to have birthed a child with a soulmark: they were destined for greatness by the seven, they were wise as this hadn’t been their first life and there was someone out there that would die for them. But not for her baby boy it was too small for her to make sense of, if he grew they might learn who he might have been once or who his soulmate was, but its smokey color told her all she had to know… It was unrequited love: his soulmate had rejected him in their last life. How could anyone grow up happy knowing that the one the gods had chosen for them had foregone them?

Tywin wasn’t sure how he felt about his youngest: his soulmark told him and the world that the babe was destined for greatness, but also that his life shall be marked by tragedy. He had never been an overtly religious man, but after the birth of Tyrion he cursed the gods both the seven, the old, the drowned one and R'hollor: if they wanted to punish him they could, but they should leave his sons out of it. After brooding for a while the Lord Paramount of the West returned to his wife's bedside and found her crying in despair.

“Please Joanna, don’t cry.” He begged his beloved. 

“Why Tywin? Why? Who could be so cruel as to disavow their other half?” The man knew that there was no answer to what she asked him so he pulled her close carefully as he looked at their son in the crib.

“Don’t despair my love: he shall be loved. He is ours, he is a Lannister and we will teach him that the mark on his skin doesn’t decide everything in his life. Yes he is destined to be great, yes by being marked he shall be the next Lord Lannister, yes there is someone that the gods believed to be his that wasn’t, but we weren’t marked by them do you think I love you any less because of it?” He asked his wife who shook her head.

“Of course not! I love you as you love me: I don’t need any mark to tell me it!” Joanna said passionately, causing her usual stoic husband to smile at her.

“Let us show him that a mark isn’t final.” Tywin whispered to his wife who nodded and he held her until she fell asleep.

He stood up and gently lifted his son from the crib where he laid asleep and took him into his arms. “You are my son: you shall be great, you are a lion, a Lannister: a mark won’t have the final say in your life. You will have it: let the world hear you roar.” He whispered to the baby as he caressed his sandy blond locks with some gold, silver and even black peppered through the tuft of hair, and then Tyrion yawned in his fathers arms before accommodating himself and signing contently. “We shall work on your roar little one.”

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Jamie at 11 knew that his baby brother would be special from the moment his parents told him he would be a big brother. He was surprised when his parents took him aside to give him the news, but he was happy he would protect the baby from anyone who would try to harm him! Just like the knights of old! He would even work extra hard with his teacher so that he could read the baby bedtime stories and when the baby was older Jamie would show them the best games and the best places to hide: they would be best friends!

He was very excited to share the news with his cousins and aunts and uncles! His parents allowed him to tell the rest of the family: while his parents congratulated his parents he went to his cousins to talk to them and tell them how happy he was. His cousins congratulated him well; those his age, Gerion, Tyrek, Cinthia and Tyrish didn’t really understand what was happening, only that there would be a new baby. He was happily speaking with Lancel, Tion and Martyn about becoming a big brother when Cersei, his favorite cousin, interrupted them.

“You can’t be seriously happy can you Jamie?” She asked him with a sneer.

“Why not? I’ll be the best big brother there is in all of Westeros! We’ll be the happiest family ever!” Exclaimed Jamie, confused at his favorite cousin's anger.

“You are really naive if you believe that for even one second Jamie, that or you are still a baby yourself!” Screamed the blonde.

“What? Why?” Asked the boy with tears in his green eyes.

“Because it’s obvious that the baby is an accident! I haven't heard the adults talk about Uncle Tywin and Aunt Joanna wanting another baby!”

“Cersei!” Exclaimed Kevan, embarrassed by the scene his daughter was causing. He saw his brother clenching his fists and jaw in anger, but he relaxed under Joanna’s touch.

“Kevan, Tygett, Genna I believe it’s best if you leave for now. I can see that some of the children are getting cranky due to lack of sleep. And Cersei: just because we never spoke about our desire for another child doesn’t mean we didn’t desire one. It’s very arrogant to assume you know what me and your aunt want and it's bad manners to listen to the conversations between your elders.” Declared Tywin with a voice colder than any winter in the true north. “Jamie, come with us son, you may choose our deserts.” he added in a gentle manner. Jamie just nodded while he cleaned any tears with his shirt before running towards his mothers arms.

After that dinner Cersei apologized, but Jamie felt it to be false and he never forgot what she said even if he forgave. Half a year after telling the family about the baby Jamie was 12 and he was staying with his aunt Genna because his parents were at the hospital waiting for his siblings birth. He was anxious, his parents had told him that they would stay at the hospital a few days with the baby after it was born and that he had to be good to his aunt Genna wile he stayed over and help her with Tion and Cinthia, his father would call him once the baby was born and the next day his father would come to take him to meet the baby. Jamie jumped up from where he was playing mario kart with Tion when his phone rang and the ID called said dad.

“Dad!” Exclaimed the boy happily.

“Hello son, how are you?” Asked his father, he sounded tired.

“I’m good! You? How are mom and my sibling? Do I have a baby brother or a baby sister?” Asked the 12 year old boy.

“Hold your horses son. I’m good, thank you. Your mother and Tyrion are healthy, you have a brother as you must know due to his name.” He heard his father’s answer before he started celebrating jumping up and down while his aunt looked amused at the scene and Tion jumped up and down with his older cousin.

“Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!” Came from the phone.

“Sorry dad…” Apologized Jamie feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t worry son, can you pass me your aunt? I need to talk about some things with her.”

“Sure! Bye dad, love you and mom and Tyrion.” Said Jamie before giving his mobile phone to his aunt who gave him a smile and a kiss on his forehead accepting the phone.

The next day Jamie saw his father, he looked tired but that didn’t bother the boy much his aunt had explained that babies were loud and needed much attention and Tion had complained about how Cinthia would keep him awake when she was little, he didn’t realize how the serious conversation his father and aunt where having stopped abruptly. Once Jamie was in the car with his father, his father started explaining him about Tyrion: how he would never be as tall as other children or adults, how he was born special he had a soulmark and all that came with it Tywin also explained how this meant that the next Lord Lannister would be his baby brother (which was fine by him he didn’t want the castle nor the responsibilities that came with being lord it was bad enough that dad wanted him to be the next head of LannisCorps) he was told the his brothers other half had rejected him in their last life and how it would probably happen again in this so he made Jamie promise to help his mother and him and show Tyrion that the mark didn’t show if he was worthy of love or not.

When Joanna showed little Tyrion to Jamie the older brother couldn’t understand how anyone could decide that he wasn’t worthy to be loved and he vowed by the seven that he would be Tyrion's best friend and protector and he’ll show him how worthy of love he was!

Jamie celebrated every single milestone of his brother even more so than his parents! He was Tyrion's first word: well the word had been Jay, but it's still counted. The rest of the family was very happy with his baby brother, except Cersei who told him that Tyrion was a monster and how couldn’t he see it? The baby had already usurped his place as lord of the rock: what did it matter to her that Jamie never wanted to be lord of the rock nor that Tyrion was the rightful heir by the laws of the seven… Trouble with Cersei aside, Jamie was proud of his baby brother: Tyrion was smart and clever and it seemed as if being smaller than normal didn’t bother him. Until his fifth birthday Tyrion was a happy boy ,even if when he was smaller he claimed to have dragon dreams, extremely smart for his age, but after his fifth birthday Tyrion changed not much, but Jamie noticed and their parents too. Jamie suspected what might be happening: Tyrion was dreaming of his last life and shortly his suspicions turned true… one sunday morning Tyrion came into the living room crying and asked him and their parents why they loved a monster like him. Once Tyrion was calmed by their mother he told them what was wrong, in his dreams his father and siblings hated him because he had killed his mother when he was born: their parents explained to him that his last (?) family were wrong, sometimes a mother dies giving birth and that it wasn’t the fault of the baby and whoever believed so was stupid.

As the years went by Jamie noticed slight changes in his brother: he slept only the necessary, he was smarter by the day, he knew things he shouldn’t at his age  and his manners were impeccable, but even if Tyrion would always smile and joke and be his happy self it looked as if something weighed him down. Their parents told him that it was normal: Tyrion could remember another life and from the things they had been told his last life had been long ago, before the north became part of the seven again!, and in those times children were not children for long, not even nobles.

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Tyrion had known his whole life he was different: he was cursed by a mark that showed the world, if he ever decided to leave his wristband off that is, that he wasn’t worthy of love or at least not true romantical love. His family, this one, had shown him nothing but love and they praised his work and efforts, even his father. 

But he knew better due to his dreams he knew what he was capable of and that scared him. The soulmark alone he could live with even if it taunted him, not even the one the seven had chosen for him was able to love him, but the dreams they haunted him. He knew that he wasn’t the same Tyrion as the one from his dreams yet he was ...and much of with they had done was due to external pressure and the social norms of that time: his parents made sure to sit him down and explain nature vs nurture to him in detail once they realized how much he struggled with his dreams.

When he was twelve name days no years old he decided that he would take the reins of his destiny: he would use what he learned from his dreams and use it in his favor. None told him what to do, except his parents and maybe Jaime. But even after he took that decision and swore that he would never look for his soulmate his mark wouldn’t stop burning: most of the time pleasantly and others it hurt… Even if he wanted to deny it he wouldn’t go looking for his soulmate because she would reject him or she had done so already in their last life, but because he loved her he could never make out what she looked like, but she was beautiful ethereal and deserved much more than a dwarf.

Next part are the Starks! This was supposed to be a one shot, but I got carried away and it shall become a triology, lol. No Beta.

[foxyhunter99]

Love looks not with the eyes Chapter 13 is up! What happens when our lovers finally meet in person?

[tyrionsource]

I loved a maid as white as winter with moonglow in her hair

An AU where Tyrion and Sansa fall in love when they reunite later in the series and have the opportunity grow old together.

TYRION'S SEASONS OF LOVE

[stansaaa]

my top GoT ships (yes i ship characters with multiple people I’m sorry):

1. jon x sansa

2. stannis x sansa

3. arya x jaqen

4. petyr x sansa

5. arya x gendry

6. tyrion x sansa

7. meera x benjen (don’t knock it until you try it trust me!)

8. tywin x sansa

[origamikungfuwrites]

Ch 71 - 80 are Up!

A Holiday by Decree - AO3 | FFN - Rated:  Mature   Romance / Slice of Life / Drabble Chapters / Pairing: Sansa x Tyrion Part of the Pax Westeros Series

From Ch. 77, Yours:  Where they stood beside the doors, drumming with rain and the roar of the crashing tide down below, Tyrion picked up where he left off. “Sansa, I really believe what I said. It's because of those close to me like Daenerys, Jon, Pod, and, even dare I admit it, Bronn - and now, you - that I can say, please don't lose hope.

“I have believed that I had lost it all, including my humanity, more times than I can count. But things miraculously, if slowly, actually do recover - even yourself.”

Told in connected drabble chapters mostly about two people reuniting and finding out what it means to have a nice time and enjoy a vacation together.

[ladysansalannister]

I loved a maid as fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair.

tyrion’s seasons of love | summer

[xprettypoppyx]

A few months ago, @korbuda reached out to me and asked if she could bind a few of many Sanrion stories into books, and this is the result!!!

I absolutely love them! The amount of work that went into making these is staggering, and I am truly humbled that she would take the time and effort to do something like this for me and my stories. I cannot even begin to express how grateful I am. These books are a wonderful gift, I will cherish them always.

[charliedawn]

"Marry me."

How I think marriage proposals would go for those characters.

Sandor Clegane:

"…Wanna get married ?" You asked as both you and Sandor were sleeping side by side in the forest. Sandor blinked—half asleep. He had back pain and a headache. He had hoped that the wine would help him to fall asleep quicker, as to not have to hear you say any other crazy thing or request for the day. But, of course. He was mistaken.

"Huh ?" When the information seemed to eventually settle in his brain, his whole face seemed a perfect depiction of confusion. He finally turned around and you could see in his eyes that he wasn’t exactly sober either. You decided this was the perfect moment to ask—since he would probably not even remember you asked the next morning. It gave you courage to ask again.

"Wanna get married ?" You repeated with a little more determination and this time, he answered.

"No."

"Ah."

"…"

"…"

"…You. Wanna get married ?" He asked this time—more because he was curious than awaiting an actual answer. But, you took your chance and answered truthfully.

"Sure."

He was momentarily surprised by your confidence before he huffed a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.

"…Fine. We’ll get married in the morning. Now, hush."

There was then a moment of silence before you both bursted out laughing. Just two drunks having the most normal conversation ever. You knew that by tomorrow, he would have surely forgotten all about tonight. But for now, you were satisfied with the knowledge that his subconscience hadn’t said no.

Oberyn Martell:

"Would you like to marry me ?" You asked Oberyn while he wad writing and whose lips curved slightly into a small smirk at the request. He was used to your rather straightforward nature. He liked it even. It made him laugh and enjoy your presence at parties. You were curious and completely unashamed or afraid of any consequences your requests or demands would bring. This is why he always caved. But, he could also be playful and this is why he answered with a small grin:

"No."

He was curious to see your reaction, but his smile slightly faltered when he saw the hurt in your eyes at his rejection. It was the first time he had seen you so upset and he immediately regretted his words.

"Oh. Okay then." You were embarrassed and turned around quickly to get back to your own private quarters. But he was by your side in an instant and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"I was only kidding. I would LOVE to marry you, sweet peach."

He then kissed the back of your neck lovingly. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned back against him.

"…Really ?"

He chuckled.

"Yes. Really."

He then kissed your temple and you stayed in his arms for a while before he started nuzzling the back of your neck.

"But what brought the subject, sweet peach ?"

You sighed before closing your eyes.

"…You’re the only one who truly enjoys my presence. You laugh and smile at me, even when my words are nonsense. So I thought…why not ask ?"

Oberyn seemed taken aback for a moment before his smile widened and he pressed your back further against him to kiss your shoulder and whisper in your ear.

"Let me tell you a little secret. I would marry you for your nonsense, my dear. Because your nonsense makes more sense to me than this whole world does…"

Tyrion Lannister:

"Do you want to marry me ?" You asked Tyrion one night and the man was so stunned that he spilled his cup of wine.

"What ?"

Tyrion was the most decent between all the Lannisters. He had helped you more than once and there was no doubt in your proposal. You would never find better husband.

"You heard me."

He stayed silent again and made you nervous. Would he refuse ? Would he tell you that he has already found someone ? Would he tell you that he has no interest in you ? But, he didn’t. He simply sighed.

"…Why ?"

Why ? You could tell him a thousand reasons why. Because he was one of the few good men you knew. Because you had no intention of marrying any other. Because you knew he could be gentle. Because he was funny. Because he could be brave. Because he had the heart of a true lion…but no. You wouldn’t tell him like that. Because even if you did, he wouldn’t believe you.

"Because I want to." You settled for instead and his eyes widened slightly in surprise before he smiled a little and shook his head.

"Why would you want to marry an imp ?"

"It is not an imp that I am marrying, but a prince." You retorted. You both stared at each other and his gaze softened as he started actually considering it for a moment.

"You would be miserable." You frowned in incomprehension at his words.

"Why ?" He glanced away for a second.

"Because I am not a good man."

You huffed a bitter laugh at his words.

"Haven’t you heard ? There are no good man left, my prince."

Tyrion seemed taken aback, but he couldn’t deny the truth behind your words and drank a little of his wine.

"Tell me, Tyrion. If I was to become your wife/husband. Would you hit me ? Would you abuse me ? Would you lie to me ?"

He shook his head with a small smile. No. He wouldn’t. You smiled back and Tyrion finally nodded understandingly. It wasn’t about love. It wasn’t about finding a good man. It was always about finding the one who wouldn’t hurt you…And hence, he understood and maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a wife/husband ?

Jaime Lannister:

"Jaime…" You sat down next to him at the feast prepared for the Lannisters and even though you could feel Cersei glaring daggers at you—you grabbed his hand. He didn’t react, but you could feel his fingers slightly curving to hold yours.

"Hello, buttercup." He finally greeted you in a whisper and you couldn’t help but smile weakly. You knew of his heart and his loyalty to his sister. It wasn’t really your business to interfere, but you didn’t like how Cersei was treating him. And, you also knew that his heart could maybe be won over.

So, you did the most nonsense ever and challenged him. You stood up and faced him—catching the attention of everyone in the room as you declared loudly.

"Jaime Lannister. I challenge you to an arm wrestling competition !"

That ought to have gained his attention as his eyes finally met yours and what he found in there made his eyes widen in surprise. You were determined and even though he was a knight—you didn’t seem scared of losing. He tried to laugh and wave it off as a mere joke—but you didn’t back down and even provoked him.

"Are you perhaps not a lion ? But a scared chicken ?"

That oughta do it. He was up before you could even pronounce another word and the fury in his eyes made you smile. He had taken the bait.

"If I win, you must agree to one single demand of my choice without knowing what it is !"

"And if I win ?" He quickly shot back and you bit back a laugh.

"Then I will give you whatever you want."

In a matter of minutes, everything was settled and you were both in position. Everyone assumed you were mad or had consumed too much wine to challenge Jaime Lannister—but it couldn’t be further from the truth. You had planned it carefully. You had trained and trained your body and your mind. You had worn big sleeves to hide the muscles hidden underneath. This could be the most important challenge of your life and you wanted to win. More than anything.

The moment Jaime gripped your hand, his eyes stared straight at you as he realised what you had done. This was not the strength of the Y/N he was accustomed to…but it was too late to stop and in a matter of seconds—Jaime Lannister was on the floor.

Everyone was stunned.

But, you only gracefully stood up from your seat and looked down at him before smirking.

"…I will be waiting for that marriage proposal." And with that, you were out of the room—leaving a very confused Jaime and a very angry Cersei behind. But, you knew that a lion never backed down from his word. And Jaime would be yours.

Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) :

"Marry me." Littlefinger didn’t even seem surprised by you sudden demand. Everyone knew that your father wished to marry you off to Ramsay Bolton. And even though Littlefinger wasn’t sure why you would come to him with such a request, he didn’t show it.

He didn’t even look up as he simply asked.

"Why ?"

You huffed a bitter laugh. The man would sell mother and father for a throne. And he dared to ask why ?

"Does it matter ?"

He licked his thumb to turn the page of the book he was reading nonchalantly, even though you knew that he was secretly weighing the pros and cons of such an alliance.

"Depends. What will it bring me ?"

You looked away.

"Don’t pretend not to realise how advantageous it would be for you to be a part of the Lannister family. You’d have an easy access to the iron throne."

He hummed and pretended to think about it. It was true marrying you would be a fast way to get access to all the nice advantages of being a part of the so-called prestigious Lannister family. But, it had its own set of disadvantages to consider. He would become more than just a little man in the shadows that no one would deem worthy of being a threat, he would become a lion. A black lion.

"…Tell me why you would lower yourself to such an alliance with me. Surely, there would be one handsome young man who would say yes to such a proposal without even blinking. Why go to me, princess/prince ?"

You hesitated before sighing in defeat.

"…Because if I am to marry a snake, better be one I know than one chosen by Tywin Lannister."

At that, Petyr finally dignified you with a glance. You held his gaze and after a few seconds, he smiled.

"Very well, my beauty. Lead the snake to the lion’s den then."

Sansa Stark:

You and Sansa had been longtime allies and friends. You were maybe the only friend she had ever had after the almost complete destruction of House Stark. You had developed feeling for her over time and knew that asking her for her hand wouldn’t be easy—but you were willing to try.

"Please, Sansa of House Stark." You knelt on one knee before her with a rose in your hand and the other hand on your heart. "Would you marry me ?"

Sansa was surprised by the proposal. She had married twice and both marriages weren’t a success. She had lived through nightmares and pain out of such a dream as marriage. She used to want to get married with someone she loved so badly, but not anymore.

"My heart is not so easily won by a rose and pretty words anymore." She replied instead—thinking that she would succeed in breaking your resolve. But, she was mistaken.

"I know. I know that I may never be worthy of even your eyes on me. But…I am a fool, and my heart beats for you. And if you want it ? Then it’s yours. And even if you don’t want it. Let me fight for you. And prove my loyalty to the most beautiful and strong lady the North has ever seen." You pleaded and Sansa was rendered speechless.

She looked into your eyes and saw only love and adoration. She then glanced down at the rose you offered her and after a moment of hesitation, she finally took it.

"…You may try to win my heart, Y/N. But, I cannot promise you success."

You smiled and shook your head.

"Just having you acknowledge my feelings is enough for hope to enter my heart."

Sansa smiled back.

Maybe…romance wasn’t utterly dead.

Jon Snow: (Before the tragedy 😭)

"Marry me." It was said with such confidence that Jon himself was stunned as he looked up at you with widened eyes.

"What ?"

"You heard me."

There was a moment of silence before Jon smiled and he suddenly pulled you into his arms. There was no yes or no. Just a moment of pure euphoria as he couldn’t stop laughing as he buried his face in your chest. He was so happy, he forgot to form words.

When he was finally calm once more, he kissed you passionately.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, I will."

You both started laughing together and Jon even fell back on the snow as you held him tightly.

Daenerys:

"Marry me." You demanded and Daenerys looked back at you. She didn’t seem surprised or even mildly confused by the demand. She knew of your feelings for her—and she was more than happy to reciprocate.

But, marriage ?

Marriage meant boundaries. Marriage meant attachment. Marriage meant she would have to think about you and a possible future where she wasn’t all powerful.

She sighed before stroking your cheek and offering you an apologetic smile.

"My dear Y/N…If only I could, do not believe for a second that I would say no. But, as the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms…I cannot."

You closed your eyes and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You had expected such an answer of course, but still…your heart ached.

"I…understand." You forced yourself to say and Daenerys nodded. She was a queen. A khaleesi. And you were just…human.

Ser Jorah:

"Please. Marry me." Ser Jorah was stunned at the unexpected request and turned towards you with widened eyes. He was about to answer when you quickly added.

"Love me. Hate me. I want you and you want her. But, I am not asking for your love. But for your protection, kind ser Jorah." He closes his mouth and seemed to think about it for a moment. He knew that you were a young lady/man who had left her/his family to join Daenerys. He had no idea you held such feelings for him…

"You can have my protection, but why go to such lengths to have it ?" He finally asked and you sighed before taking his hand in yours.

"Because it is not only physical protection I seek." You then laid his hand flat upon your heart and Ser Jorah seemed taken aback once more. He looked at you and you didn’t shy away from his gaze.

You knew Ser Jorah was honourable and even if he would never return your feelings, he would make a far greater husband than anyone you ever knew. He would respect you and your heart. And that was more than you could ever wish for…

Ser Jorah accepted.

After all, it was only his name that you were going to bear and his sword that would protect you. You would call him husband, but only in name.