#tywin lannister x stark!reader

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

After marrying Tywin, to Stark!Readers utter humiliation, she’s near constantly pregnant. Continuously pushing out blonde haired, green eyed babies that look nothing like Starks. Within a few months of giving birth to one child, Tywin already has her legs over his shoulders and breeding another one into her warm cunt. She’s not safe when she’s pregnant either, with Tywin still commanding she mount and ride his cock even while in her third trimester.

You are always pregnant. That's how Tywin likes you. You are ashamed that not one child resembles any of the stark traits and only look like a Lannister but it brings Tywin great pleasure.

You have soon realized that Tywin likes to fuck you even more while you are pregnant. He makes you get on your knees and serve him, his cock in your mouth while you are pregnant and naked or after you gave birth. He just casually pulls you sensitive nipples while talking to you, making you feel like you are there for only one purpose. He makes you ride him while pregnant, telling you how you have disgraced house stark and is now his property. He will lovingly caress your swollen belly and feel his son while roughly pulling your hair.

[rax-writes]

↬ 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

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[ladydostoevsky]

Merhaba. Umarım seni rahatsız etmiyorumdur. Bazı Got ve HOTD karakterleri hakkında yazmayı düşünüyor musunuz? Aegon 1 Targaryen, Maegor 1 Targeryan ( Zalim), Rhaegar Targaryen, Aerys 2 Targaryen, Cregan Stark, Rickard Stark, Eddard Stark, Robb Stark, Stannis Baratheon, Tywin Lannister, Roose Bolton, Domeric Bolton.Are you thinking of writing how these characters will be yandere wives or girlfriends? Please

𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘼𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙧, 𝙈𝙖𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡, 𝘼𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙨 𝙄𝙄 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙚𝙣 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙙 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙗 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙏𝙮𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧

𝐴/𝑁: 𝐼 𝑐𝒉𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑚. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑇 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫

Aegon was a very loyal man, you knew that. So it surprised you when he told you that he wants to marry you, despite him having 2 wives already. But you were in no position to decline your conqueror’s wishes or rather, demands.

It wasn’t bad to be married to him. He was loving and sweet. Sometimes he would raise a hand but you looked past that.

His sisters were skeptical at first but later welcomed you with open arms.

Rhaenys wasn’t the friendliest at first. She feared that you would steal him and his love from her. Later when she met you she got why Aegon would want to marry you.

Visenya liked you the moment Aegon talked about you to her. She couldn’t wait to welcome you into the family.

You didn’t mind that he went from one bed to another, it just was how it was. And he didn’t mind when his sisters went into yours.

He kept you away from common people. He and his sisters were possessive and overprotective. One little rumor of you and Balerion was ready to dracarys them all.

He didn’t let you fight or ride a dragon. You had to be in the castle and always wait for him to return to you.

His biggest desire was you to give him strong and healthy children. Secretly he has always planned to put your son on the Iron Throne and make you THE Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. And no one could stop him, not even his own sisters.

𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥

Maegor as a husband is eternal torture. He is very cruel king, like his name tells. He killed anyone who displeased him, whether it was his own nephew, the builders of the Red Keep or his wives.

You have seen how he has slaughtered his other wives like flies, only because of his suspicions. Of course how could you not when he specifically orders you to watch. Watch what could happen if you disobey him.

Everybody knew you were his favorite, he knew, you knew, his other wives knew, everyone. Maybe it’s the fact that you are the only one who has given him children, and all sons. Maybe it’s the fact how good you feel in bed, after slaughtering some innocent citizens your body is all he desires.

He is abusive mentally, physically and sexually. You sometimes just pray that he would die because of the throne.

Everyone respects you very highly, no other wife of Maegor wouldn’t dare to cross their rank, one word from you and their heads are on spike for everyone to see.

You are known as THE Queen.

You know he loves you, in his own twisted and cruel way, but he cares for you and for your children. Right?

Even if sometimes late at night laying in bed he whispers softly how he would burn his sons alive in front of you if you ever would disobey him like his other whore he just killed a few hours ago.

Why would he care? He can always make new children with you.

𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐈𝐈 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠)

In his youth he was everything a woman could want from a husband. He was ambitious, charming, smart, gentle and so much more.

He was protective from the beginning, you were gonna be his queen, he always had to have eyes on you. Especially near his hand, Tywin Lannister, who always gave him some kind of paranoia.

But you were loyal to your king and now husband, just like he wanted.

With years and decades he turned more into madness. You didn’t know how to help. Was it because of his father’s death? Or because of his hand, Lord Lannister? Maybe just his paranoia overal?

He was afraid of traitors and the Targaryen dynasty collapsing. He bedded you more and more to have more children to protect the succession and dynasty.

He started to take your freedom and lock you up with your children. He was gone to full madness.

One bad talk about you in the city and he burned them alive with wildfire. You remember the screams, the smell of smoke and chemicals, the smell of burning corpses. You were afraid of him.

You even thought about going to talk with Tywin Lannister but you didn’t want to get yourself or your children in any more trouble.

You suffered in silence with his madness.

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤

Eddard Stark was the definition of gentleman. He did everything for you and he was never cruel to you.

He knew you needed freedom and gentle love, so he gave it to you. He was never mad at you, rather he blamed others. Whoever dared to disrespect you or your rank as his wife and Lady of Winterfell got their head chopped off. You never saw them again.

He never doubted your love and loyalty, he knew he had given you anything so there is no need.

He could see you in your children’s eyes, especially in Sansa’s.

But you knew he was ready to sacrifice anything for you. His titles, his house, his children, even himself.

He was protective and kinda like a puppy or even slave for you. So you could never imagine him as a mad man who could do horrible things just to keep you.

But of course you can’t read his thoughts in his head, you can’t see the dark glimmers behind his love stuck eyes.

𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤

Just like his father, Eddard, he is the definition of gentleman. He did anything to show off and impress you.

You two were like open lovers. Everyone knew you had something going on. The eye contacts, the touches, the sounds late at night in his room gave it all away.

Despite knowing you were loyal and loved him with all your heart he was a little delusional and paranoid. He always feared that one of the other younger lords would steal you away.

Sometimes he even suspected his own ‘half-brother’ Jon Snow. So he tried to hold you away from him as much as possible and always hinted that you were his lover and future wife.

He was never cruel towards you but his ‘enemies’ or competitions got to taste his steel blade.

He always fantasies about you. How you would get married, how you are gonna be as the Lady of Winterfell, you carrying his children and how he's gonna lock you up in the future, only for his eyes to see.

𝐓𝐲𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Tywin never thought he would marry again after his first wife died.

But love is love.

Tywin was very intelligent and very ambitious. He knew how to court a woman and so you fell into the lion’s claws.

He was harsh you have to say. But he never raised his hand against you.

You got along with his children well. Well except one. Jamie and Tyrion welcomed you warmly. They were happy their father found finally someone else to spend his old age with. It was good to see him happy again.

But his daughter Cercei was another matter. She didn’t like you at all. She thought you were just some whore who thinks that you can replace her mother. A slut only here for the money and title. Tywin was so angry that he slapped and threatened her for that. After that Cercei didn’t dare to make any talk about you near you or her father.

He was protective. He wouldn’t let anything harm you. He vowed not to lose another wife. So he kept you behind Casterly Rock walls most of the time.

Only his most trusted servants he let near you because he had many rivals.

He had taught many times about baby trapping so you couldn’t flee and then you would have something to do all day. Also he needs a new heir to the Rock. His eldest son is a knight, his daughter is queen and then twarf. He needed a new son anyway but remembering what happened with Joanna he promised he wouldn’t press the matter. Only if you wanted.

And besides why would you even flee when he gives you everything and anything? You couldn’t step out of the castle even if you wished. Everyone has their eyes on you 24/7.

[fandom-puff]

I'm constantly switching between thoughts about those three men whenever I'm thinking of Westeros. I just can't decide between being cuddled and protected by Sandor, him just treating you like a fragile little kitten he needs to take care of, or being Lady Lannister and having one of the most powerful and stoic men wrapped around my finger, being his Lady wife and royally pissing off Cersei. On the other hand though, riding Ned in front of a fire sounds great too. 👉👈

Omg 😵‍💫😵‍💫 I went a liiiiitle bit overboard. There’s some reference to smut but nothing too explicit.

Living a peaceful life in the country with Sandor, far far away from the political cess pit of the capital. Raising chicken, maybe a cow or goat, travelling for miles on Stranger to trade goods with other farmers. Perhaps raising a few children of your own, or a dog or two… or both. Peaceful and rustic, without having to worry about saying the wrong thing or making a misstep in court. Not being a Ser and a Lady… just being Sandor and YN

Entering an arranged marriage to a man old enough to be your father, or even grandfather. Stepping into Casterly Rock or the tower of the hand as a meek as a kitten, afraid of the power your new husband (and his adult children) wield. Your marriage beginning with dutiful formality; a hand tucked into the crook of his elbow during walks; murmurs of ‘Lord Husband’ and ‘Lady Wife’; occasional late night visits to your chambers, for the purpose of procreation. But a frightened little kitten has no place at court, or the Rock. So Tywin has handmaidens and squires present you with bolts of rich red velvet, regal gold brocade, delicate lace imported from the Free Cities. He sends tailors to fit you with gowns more befitting of a noble lady rather than a maiden, Smithies to fashion intricate metalwork like belts and pendants, jewellers to craft stunning pieces with the rubies and gold that represent House Lannister. He has you meet with the Castellan of the Rock, the Maester, the cooks, the blacksmiths- all to teach you how to run Casterly Rock in his absence. He hosts meetings with the vassal houses of the West to ensure they respect you. To disrespect the lady of Casterly Rock is to insult Lord Lannister himself. What starts as a formal, cordial arranged marriage soon turns into Tywin fashioning you into Lady Lannister- not a trophy wife to sit pretty and sew, but a political force to work in tandem with him, slowly earning the respect of the Old Lion of Lannister.

Marrying Eddard Stark (because his honour would not allow him to take a mistress) after the death of Catelyn Tully. Initially your role is to run winterfell while Ned runs the North, and to see to it that the five stark children have a maternal figure to aid them through their grief. He won’t even share your bed for the first few months of marriage, and even then, the consummation was brief, done out of necessity to the gods to legitimise the marriage. But as the frigid winter sets in and the farmers leave their fields for the warmth of their homes, you and Ned spend more and more time in one another’s company. In silence, but nonetheless together. As the months pass, Ned’s grief begins to fade as he watches you with his children. Robb turns to you for advice and reassurance, the burden of being the heir hanging over him; Sansa begins to follow your every move, learning the ways of being a noble lady as she matures; Arya likes you, because you let her run around with her brothers, and had promised to teach her about the dragons of Old Valeria; Bran is keen to show you how high he can climb, and he enjoys the stories you and Old Nan make up; young Rickon enjoys your company, nuzzling to your breast when he is tired. Even Jon Snow seems at ease around you, and the bastard of Winterfell is allowed to sit at the high table with the rest of the Starks. Seeing you with his children awakens something in Ned. He realises your commitment to House Stark, despite being closer to Robb’s age than his. He begins to invite you to his chambers at night, to share hot ale and talk in front of the fire, or to read in comfortable silence. Months of waiting and restraint comes to a head when a gentle, dutiful kiss Goodnight just outside his door descends into one of passion and longing, and passing squires and servants watch in knowing amusement as Ned gathers you in his arms, his cloak enveloping you and guides you back into his rooms, kicking the door shut. You make love that night, on the thick fur skins on the floor in front of the fire, and afterwards you lay, entwined with one another as the warm orange of the flames bathes your naked skin in its glow. As the dull ache of his passion begins to bloom in your muscles, he helps you up and guides you to bed. Within minutes he has you again, and as you nuzzle into his side, fast asleep, he sighs softly, rubbing your hip, his fingers tracing over your belly. Perhaps his seed will take root in your womb. He has five children already, but he would like some with you. You deserve children of your own, and with winter coming, survival of the young is not always guaranteed.

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Yay your requests are open again!! :) if you are still doing game of thrones requests. Could you possibly right about some of the characters defending you against any disrespect or question of your character?

I love this request! Thanks so much for sending it in! 

Jaime - Jaime would fight to defend your honor. Not necessarily to the death but he would make a huge show of fighting in your place to make sure that no one ever disrespects you again. He knows you’d be scared to defend yourself so he’s happy to do it for you.

Sandor - Sandor would kill any man that dares disrespect you. He wouldn’t bother to talk or negotiate with them. The moment that a disrespectful word about you comes out of their mouth he’s slicing their throat. He would make sure you’re never disrespected again. 

Petyr - Petyr would engage in a battle of wits with whoever is stupid enough to talk badly about his girl. He would always wins as his opponent is woefully underprepared in terms of intelligence. Petyr would end the fight with a grin, knowing he’s defended you well. 

Jon - Jon wouldn’t want to start a fight over it. He would know that it’s for the best to be the better people and walk away rather than fighting about it. Of course he’d want to fight for you but he thinks it’s best to leave the whole situation alone and be with you instead.

Robb - Robb would start a fight with anyone that disrespects you. He wouldn’t want to do permanent damage to your verbal assailant but he would definitely prove that he’ll come to your aid every time. He would be sure to give you lots of praise and love when he’s done.

Tywin - Tywin wouldn’t personally kill whoever it is but he’d make sure that they disappear for good. He’d never want you to have to face them ever again. Anything that brings you discomfort or unhappiness has no place in your world. So he makes them go away. 

Bronn - Bronn wouldn’t give a shit about the person that disrespects you. That’s not to say he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t care about their opinion. He’d much rather spend time making sure that you feel loved and taken care of than fighting someone he doesn’t care about.

Jorah - Jorah would immediately usher you away from whoever it was that disrespected you and shower you with love and affection. He would want you to completely forget about that person so that all you can remember is his undying adoration and love for you. 

Ramsay - Ramsay would happily torture the person that disrespected you. He would make you sit and watch as he tears them limb from limb so that you know that he’ll always defend and take care of you. It’s his sick twisted way of showing you that he adores you.

Stannis - Stannis is a king. No one disrespects his girl and gets away with it. However he is also a just king. He would throw them in a dungeon to spend the rest of their days rotting away, thinking about the way that they disrespected you and facing the consequences.

Oberyn - Oberyn would get so pissed. You’d have to hold him back to keep him from stabbing the person that disrespected you. However, he wouldn’t because he knows it would displease you. No matter what he wants to make sure that you’re happy and taken care of.

Dany - Dany would be completely enraged. She would bring the guilty party before her and she would have her dragons burn them to death. She would never want to have to look on that piece of garbage again and she wouldn’t want you to have to either. 

Brienne - Brienne wants to be the bigger person. She would end up giving the person one swift punch, knocking them out with a single hit. That would be the extent of her rage and then she would lead you away by the hand, giving you a kiss and telling you she loves you.

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Uuugghhh i misclicked and deleted a post i was working on......... I still remember the prompt but 💀😫 OG request was ASOIAF characters reacting to their s/o surviving an assassination attempt, another nonny wanted something similar, so I combined!

Obvs there will be mentions of blood, angst, and so on! We got: Cersei, Jaime, Tywin, Tyrion, Asha (Yara), Victarion, Brandon, Ned, Benjen, Brynden, Oberyn, Doran, Brienne

Cersei - Woe to the messenger who brings this news to her; the only thing worse about Cersei finding out is her finding out days after it happens. She's livid, and has no shortage of people to blame and suspect. The idea that this attempt is the consequence of her own machinations and manipulations does not to occur to her, or at least - she quickly shoves that thought aside.

She has her sick room moved closer to her own, and threatens the hell out of Pycelle to ensure a speedy recovery. The maids are threatened as well, though eventually Cersei's paranoia whittles them down to just one or two. She visits when you're awake, and either fusses over your comfort or doggedly acts as though everything is fine and you'll be up in no time - even if you're still sickly and wan. Yes, there's ... some denial there, and in rare moments, the facade and denial will melt, and Cersei will express genuine fear that you may have died.

Jaime - There's several minute of disbelief when he hears what happened. Then the anger rushes over him at once - who did it? And where was he to defend you? Then suspicion. Could his sister have found out about you two? Jaime ought to wait until it's safe to visit you, when he can't be seen - but he's never been good at fighting his whims.

Once at your side, he's clearly anxious and discomforted at how tired and sickly you look. His usual flippant, sarcastic front only lasts a few minutes. He gives in, his shoulders slump and you can see the clear anxiety and anger in his bright green eyes. He comes into your chambers every other day, but you aren't aware how often he hovers around the door and hall, eager for the assassin to come again so he might kill them with his own hands.

Tywin - Any attempt on your life was almost certainly meant to send a message to him. That's how he'll always see it, anyway, and Tywin will answer swiftly. He'll probably mutilate or execute your poor excuses for guards, and the maester understands your recovery will go well or he'll be next on the chopping block. Next, he draws up his mental lists of suspects and cuts through them. Tywin Lannister will find out who did this. There's no uncertainty of that.

That said, he doesn't visit the first few days of your recovery - both because of the investigating he's spending late hours on, and because he genuinely doesn't want to see you in such a weak, uneasy state. He isn't willing to admit this to himself, of course, but it brings back memories of Joanna. He'd be more affected if you were stabbed versus if you were poisoned; the blood, the bandages, your pale complexion and low energy all point to the very obvious fact you nearly died, and that would have affected the normally immovable, cruel Lannister patriarch. He doesn't like reminders that he's mortal.

Tyrion - Panic and dread starts bubbling up once he hears the news and really processes it. Tyrion wants to see you right away, even if you're in no state to see visitors for a while. He already has a shortlist of possible culprits, his sister being at the top. He makes sure it's a maester he trusts whose helping your recovery, one of your personal maids he knows whose caring for you, a few guards he pays personally and knows well ... It may seem like a bit much to you, but for Tyrion, it isn't enough. He's still riddled with anxiety and worry that whoever did it will send another assassin to finish the job.

He does his best to be reassuring and light-hearted when he visits, not wanting to trouble you with all the thoughts plaguing him. He likes to bring flowers and books and such, things to brighten your day and occupy you. Tyrion tries to float the idea of moving you to a private manor rather than the Red Keep.

Asha - She's alternating between a quiet fury and outright anger, snapping at this maester and that servant to handle you better. She might push them aside and just do it herself; she can certainly stitch a wound closed, though poison is beyond her. Oh, she has a good idea of who might have done this, but that's for later. First priority is getting your guts back in place and making sure there's some kind of medicine or disinfectant in these islands.

She investigates into who the culprit might be, but still takes time to visit you in the evening. She knows you'll pull through, you're strong - but what kind of lover would she be if she didn't check in and bother you? Asha alternates between a rare tenderness and her usual light heartened jokes, whichever works best on cheering you up.

Victarion - So. The good news is he didn't kill the messenger. The bad news is he's close to strangling the maester that was dragged in to treat you. Victarion has no way of figuring out who did this or how, so anyone is open to his wrath. He might eventually have suspicions, but it'll be his brothers and Asha who will do most of the investigating (if they bother). This rattles Victarion more than he's willing to admit.

It's difficult to visit when you're incoherent and pale, so he waits until you're more stable, even if all these negative emotions bite at him. There's anxiety, fear, powerlessness; all things he's worked to avoid and outrun. He probably doesn't even admit how badly he'd shaken. When you're finally awake and talking, that lessens some of the burden. Then he can pretend you're completely fine, and you'll recover quickly. He doesn't want to linger in the sickroom, so he just has you moved to your shared bedchambers. .... Probably for the best, since they get cleaned more often.

Brandon - He's beside himself with anger and worry. How did this happen? Weren't his best guards with you? Who was the culprit - was this a ploy to get to him? Intrigue is not his strong suit; he can't bruteforce his way through this, and it's beyond frustrating - it's just painful. He wants a culprit so he has someone to throttle.

Brandon makes sure you're as comfortable. He may not know much about treating wounds, but he knows you're in pain and wants to help in any way he can. This leads to him hovering too much, and the maester has had to kick him out so you can get rest. You're supposed to be recovering in the sickroom, but Brandon still wants to sleep next to you. It's half paranoia that something might happen again, and half he doesn't want you to be lonely. Yes, he's the actual lonely one ...

Ned - It takes a few hours, perhaps a day, for the reality of what happened to sink in ... and then the dread and anger follows. He keeps these emotions inside, of course, wanting to focus on who could have done this and why. Was it because of his own doing, or was this assassin after you specifically? He's never been one to uncover and follow schemes, and that shortcoming is especially obvious and frustrating now.

But when he visits your sickbed, Ned tries to push all that aside. He wants to make sure you're recovering and cared for, and while he follows the maester's instructions, he's also willing to go against them for your comfort, like if you want to be moved to back to your shared bedchambers. It's hard for Ned to deny you anything to begin with, he is absolutely going to let you curl up with him because it helps you feel better and safer, wounds be damned.

Benjen - The solemnity that comes over his long face startles his fellow Brothers. Of course this is no laughing matter, but the dark cloud that passes over his features and makes those grey eyes look so cold is startling. He wants to go beyond the Wall immediately and kill whoever did it, but he knows that's foolish. He has to grit his teeth and wait, because they'll surely send more.

He focuses on taking care of you. While they do have Maester Aemond, the old man's eyes make it tricky to do any kind of surgery. When you're awake and recovering, Benjen does his best to give you his soft smiles and usual jokes, though they're more muted than before. He hopes you don't notice how tired and anxious he's feeling. He tries to avoid assignments that'll send him away from Castle Black, and he sneaks into your sick room to sleep beside you whenever he can get away with it.

Brynden - The very cowardice of the act boils his blood. Whoever wanted to do this to you should have gone through him - he hates that he wasn't there when you needed him. Hasn't Brynden always said he'd protect you? If the attempt was done with poison, he's even more bitter. It's easy to get you the care you need, but he's still troubled, sitting at your bedside and wearing a troubled expression that doesn't go away until you wake up.

He tries to smile and comfort you, but his anger at the situation is obvious. When he's not out investigating what happened, he's at your side. He's keeping you company and playing "a poor nurse", so he says, but you know it's also to keep you protected. He comes in with full armor and his sword, after all. You sense he isn't sleeping well, either; he'd rather spend the late hours guarding you as you sleep.

Oberyn - It's not surprising that he reacts with anger. Oberyn would've been right there at your side, wanting to stop the bleeding himself, carrying you all the way to the maester while barking at guards to sweep the area. He'd go out on his own in a heartbeat, but assuring you're stable comes first. The minute you were, though - he's gone, spear in hand and wanting to find out what happened. Between himself and Doran, the assassin - or at least whoever hired them - can't stay anonymous for long.

While you're recovering, he does all he can for you. Do you want a dozen pillows, plenty of flowers, books, music? Company or none? Any food or drink - even if the maester cautions against specific ones - will be your's. Oberyn spares no expense, the guilt and anger he feels at "letting" this happen assuaged just slightly every time he grants a request. He prefers you be moved to your shared bedchambers rather than a sick room, both so he can protect you and so you don't feel so isolated.

Doran - His schooled, calm expression finally cracks when he hears the news. He wants to get up at once, to rush to the messenger and shake them, but he has to compose himself. Doran knows these things happen, and he already has clear suspicions of whose responsible, but that doesn't help his racing mind. He waits until the maester has done his job and you're stable before visiting you - for one, he has to calm himself, and two, he has to act fast if he hopes to retaliate.

Doran makes sure you have the utmost comfort while you recover, much like his brother, though he's not nearly as over-indulgent. He often spends time with you in your sickroom, reading you stories or just talking while holding your hand and petting your hair. He has a wonderful bedside manner helped by his steady presence and voice; it's near impossible to pick up the anger and injustice he's feeling. He doesn't want to subject his paramour to that. You should just focus on resting.

Brienne - She feels a terrible chill come over her, and then the adrenaline. She jumps to action. If the assassin is foolish enough to attempt it while Brienne is within shouting distance - they're dead, period, she will not let them escape after they did such a thing. But if it was poison, or a near-fatal wound - she may have to just to get you help. She gathers you up in her arms and easily carries you to help, shouting for a maester or healer, regardless of it was the middle of the night or day. She'll drag one out of a castle if need be.

Brienne wants to sit in while you're being treated, but she knows she shouldn't. She's stewing in anxiety and worry, wondering if she could've done something differently. Once you're awake and stable, it's like a weight has been lifted off. She still has plans for the assassin if they weren't caught - but first, she needs to focus on you. The adrenaline finally runs out once she hears your voice and has your hand to hold. She's so relieved she could just crash next to you, but no, you need her to be steady and strong.

[jason-is-a-real-mood]

One day we'll have to sit down and talk seriously about how the lannister!reader we all put in our writing is always the dream daughter that tywin lannister, the most strict and unforgiving father there is (being kind here) would want, listen to and respect.

And also why she always ends up with one of the characters of the got/hotd world who love to see her unhinged and ruthless.

[lovedandliving]

we need more arranged marriage fanfics in the got/hotd fandom. the potential!! the angst!! the enemies to lovers!! the hate sex!! someone get on this now please

[raspberryfingers]

A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 11)

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex

Word Count: 9.3k

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Cersei was rather conflicted when it came to the news she’d received. On one hand, she was glad to not be marrying Loras Tyrell anymore, but on the other, she was absolutely furious about the fact that her father had given Sansa Stark up. Tyrion was supposed to marry her, not the heir to Highgarden.

And when she considered why this was happening, her anger only grew. You. You were the reason this change had taken place. You were the reason that her brother had gotten off the hook. Well, he would remain unmarried. For now, at least. 

Still, she could not comprehend why in the seven hells her father had entirely changed his mind after a single conversation with you, and for that reason she was currently clutching her skirts as she went up the stairs in the Tower of the Hand. 

Cersei had considered that perhaps her father was fucking you, but she did not want to accept that as the truth. Tywin Lannister—in her mind, at least—did not fuck whores, so why would he bother with you? As far as she was concerned, he found you tolerable at best. That was what made this whole change in plans so much more confusing.

It was also how she had come back to one conclusion: the Tyrells were manipulating her family. You, in specific, were manipulating her father. And that was something she would not stand for. She simply had to make the Hand of the King understand it as she did.

Cersei approached the double doors to her father’s office, barely glancing at the guards stationed there. Normally she would’ve waited for them to knock and announce her, but not today. She reached for the handles herself, pushing open the doors despite the guards futile attempts to stop her. 

When she entered her father’s office, she did not find him at his desk as she had expected. Instead, he was sitting at the long table eating lunch, and you were standing behind him, kneading his shoulders. Cersei felt disgusted by it, for she could see the way her father was enjoying your touch. She’d seen plenty of men make the exact same face, but never her father. It was entirely disturbing.

When you noticed her standing there, you did not panic, you simply smiled at her and naturally removed your hands from Tywin. His closed eyes opened, and he raised an eyebrow at his daughter.

“Good afternoon, Lady (Y/N). I hope you will forgive me, there’s something I wish to discuss with my father,” Cersei said with a false grin, feeling the anger rising inside her as she noticed that there was a second plate on the table. Her father had invited you for lunch with him. Since when did Tywin Lannister dine with another?

“Of course, Lady Cersei. There is nothing to forgive,” you replied formally, looking down at Tywin and giving him a soft look before folding your hands together and walking toward the double doors. Cersei held her false smile until you left and she heard the wooden slamming behind her.

She turned to her father, who currently looked unbelievably annoyed.

“Having lunch with Lady (Y/N), Father?” Cersei asked, watching him rise from the table and clean up the two plates. He’d have a servant come and fetch them later. 

“Clearly. At least I was until you interrupted,” he replied pointedly, gazing over at his daughter with a slight anger. He had been rather enjoying the lunch until now.

“Forgive me for taking away your precious time with the sweet, beautiful, and intelligent Lady (Y/N). I’ve come to discuss something serious with you,” she said, receiving satisfaction from the upset look on her fathers face as she mocked you. Perhaps she’d found a weak spot, and it had only taken 40 years.

“Which is what?”

Tywin had moved to his desk now, decidedly ready to continue writing letters now that one of the only people who could truly hold his focus was gone. 

“Oh please, don’t play dumb. I want to discuss the Tyrells and you know that,” Cersei answered sharply, pulling out her chair and sitting down before her father. Tywin only sighed.

“And what is it about them that you’ve come to discuss?”

There was silence for a moment, causing Tywin to merely lift his eyes from the parchment he’d begun to write on. His daughter was only smiling. 

“The arrangement. I want to speak about why Loras Tyrell is marrying Sansa Stark again. She was to wed Tyrion—now she’s not.”

“Rather observant of you.”

The Lord Hand went on writing, and the Queen found herself wondering how she’d never had an advantage in a conversation with her father, not even a single time. She sat taller, though deep down she knew it did not make a difference.

“I’m simply curious as to how that change came to be.”

“As I noted to both you and Tyrion, Lady Tyrell and I had quite the discussion upon the subject; I compromised,” Tywin explained, finally raising his eyes from the parchment before him on the desk. Cersei found herself laughing.

“Since when does Tywin Lannister compromise?”

“When it makes sense to do so. I would also like to remind you that you’re getting out of a wedding because of her. You know I certainly had no qualms about it.”

“Ah, of course, I’m certain it was me she had in mind when asking you to call off the wedding.”

“Either way, you are no longer marrying Loras Tyrell. I fail to understand what you’re so upset about.”

Cersei grinded her teeth together, gripping the arms of her chair and leaning forward. “I am upset about the fact that you are willingly giving House Tyrell power. You said it yourself, they’re attempting to steal the key to the north. Suddenly that’s perfectly alright with you?” 

“Yes, it is. Their betrothal will sustain an important alliance for another generation through Tyrion’s children and will simultaneously give us access to the north. Not to mention, the match may become increasingly useful,” Tywin replied, much to his daughter’s confusion. 

“Useful?”

“To the war effort. It is not a concern of yours.”

Cersei felt anger bubbling inside of her. Her father always did this—he always spoke down to her. She was the King’s mother, did she not have a right to know what was going on? 

“I don’t trust Lady Tyrell. Nor should you.”

“And why is that?” Tywin questioned rather drolly, looking back down at his paper. He was in no mood for his daughter’s hysterics. 

“She’s manipulating you, just as her sister is manipulating Joffrey,” Cersei said, trying to hide how anxious she was. Her father’s judgment was harsh, and she could not let her argument crumble under his scrutiny.

“Is that so? And tell me, how is Lady Tyrell manipulating me?” Tywin asked, cocking an eyebrow at his daughter to suggest that what she had just said was utterly stupid. Cersei took a deep breath, attempting to control her frustration.

“That ring. She gave it to you, didn’t she? Had it made off of her sword,” she said, nodding toward his left hand. Tywin glanced down at the jewelry and hummed an affirmation.

“Yes, she did. I fail to see how that suggests she is manipulating me.”

“She’s giving you gifts to win you over, Father. She plants seeds in your head, watering them with pleasantries. You’re too distracted to watch them grow.”

“I have given her gifts as well. Not only that, but you’re acting as if I find material objects to be some precious thing. It is not as if I couldn’t buy myself whatever I wanted.”

That was a lie, for Tywin could not buy the love he had felt when you’d given him that ring. He could not buy the swell in his chest whenever he looked at it. He could not buy the friendship that had been suggested with the object.

Cersei only stared at her father, and suddenly the thought from earlier came back to her. She could not hold back the urge to mention it, because doing so might be all telling.

“You’re fucking her, aren’t you?”

Suddenly, and somewhat—very—frighteningly, Tywin’s posture straightened and fire filled his eyes. As he set his quill down, Cersei could see the clench in her father’s jaw.

“You said there was something serious to discuss, but if you’ve come here to make ridiculous and false accusations, then leave.”

“I didn’t come here to insinuate that, but I walked in and she had her pretty little hands all over you. I saw your face, Father, you were leaning into her touch, eyes closed in pure bliss. All the while, you don’t realize she’s digging her claws into you, manipulating you. Tyrion was supposed to marry Sansa Stark, and now he’s not, simply because that Highgarden bitch told you not to marry them and you listened,” Cersei hissed, watching her father rise from his chair with a distinct fire in his eyes. Her nails were digging into the wood of her seat. 

“Be careful, Cersei,” he warned, only intending to do so once. He did not intend to tolerate this disrespect toward both him and you. 

“Please tell me you’re only sleeping with her and that you don’t actually… no. That’s not possible…” she trailed off, looking up at Tywin with something close to bewilderment. It was not possible that he felt any real affection for you, was it? Surely Tywin Lannister would only ever have one love, and it was Cersei’s mother.

“I am not sleeping with her, nor do I feel any attraction toward her. I trust and respect Lady (Y/N), that is all. I won’t have you questioning me upon this absurd subject.”

“Oh yes, that’s it. You respect her. If anyone is being absurd, it is certainly not me. You respect Lady Olenna quite a lot, Father, and the way you look at her is nowhere near the same,” Cersei huffed out with disbelief, suddenly infuriated that her father could not provide any real excuse. She didn’t want to believe that he had feelings for you, and yet this conversation was making it abundantly obvious that he did.

“Lady Olenna is an alliance, her granddaughter is a friend. There’s a very large difference,” Tywin said sharply, wishing for the conversation to end more than anything else. This was not a subject he wished to discuss with anyone, and doing so with Cersei made it ten times worse.

“Since when does Tywin Lannister have friends? The last friend you had betrayed you in every way imaginable, I have a hard time believing you were so willing to accept Lady (Y/N). Either she’s an ally, or you’re fucking her, and clearly she’s more to you than just an alliance,” Cersei laughed to herself, feeling angry for various reasons that she couldn’t place. Your sister had power over her son and you had power over her father. How was that even possible?

“I am not bedding Lady (Y/N), and that’s the last time I’m going to say it, Cersei. This discussion is over.”

“Then why does she have so much power over you? She’s plotting against us and you’re too preoccupied to notice.” Cersei rose now too, planting her knuckles into the table and leaning toward her father as she continued to make her point. “You’re sacrificing the Lannister legacy and for what? For a nice pair of tits and ass that you could find on any common whore?”

Cersei felt her stomach drop when she saw her fathers eyes widen. She could not recall the last time she’d seen such an intense anger in his eyes, and before she could move back, a loud ‘thwack’ filled the room. 

Tywin smacked her across the face, using the back of his hand no less. Cersei stepped back in shock and raised a hand to her face, she could not even recall the last time her father had hit her. Even then, it most assuredly had not been so violent. His valyrian steel ring had cut her face, and she could feel the distinct burning there.

As Tywin looked at his daughter, he saw her for what she was : a hurt little girl. For a moment, guilt filled him. He shouldn’t have hit Cersei, he knew that. How could he hit a face that looked so much like Joanna’s?

“I apologize… I should not have hurt you, Cersei. But I did warn you. I will take your insults toward me with anger, but you will watch your tongue when you talk about Lady (Y/N). I’m tired of your foolishness and insecurity. She’s not plotting anything against us, in fact, she is plotting for us,” Tywin said with a low tone, and somewhat too calmly. There was something deadly about the way he was speaking, almost as though he was fighting back an explosive rage.

Cersei fell back into her chair and gazed up at her father with tears beginning to pool in her eyes. She recalled her mother smacking her for being particularly rude, and she simultaneously recalled how upset it had made her. She now regretted being so angry toward her mother.

“You may not want to believe me, Father, but Lady (Y/N) is plotting against us. Her, Margaery, and Olenna. They’re all plotting, and I know it,” Cersei said softly, looking up for just a few seconds before looking back down.

“Perhaps once you tell me what exactly it is that they’re plotting, I’ll believe you. Until then, I don’t want to hear anymore about the Tyrells from you,” Tywin responded, subtle fury dripping off of every word. His guilt had faded, for she had only brought this upon herself. In fact, when he looked at Cersei he couldn’t help but sneer. 

“You disgrace me. You disgrace House Lannister with all of your insecurities, not to mention your lack of willingness to be civil with the people around you. You’re not ruling all seven kingdoms, Cersei, I am. The only reason Westeros isn’t in complete ruin is because I know what needs to be done to keep it intact, which includes having allies, something you don’t seem to think you need. I’ve told you before, the reason I distrust you is not because you’re a woman, let Lady Tyrell be proof. You’re seeking to tear down a strong alliance because you’re afraid that your son will find comfort in another woman. Between your paranoid fantasies and the food, wealth, and men that the Tyrells are providing us with, I am going to pick the latter option every single time.”

The only sound in the room then was quiet breathing, and though Tywin was staring into Cersei’s skull, she did not have it in her to look up at her father. She only attempted to open her mouth after a minute or so, but was quickly stopped.

“No. I don’t want to hear your voice, or your opinions, right now. Get out and thank the gods you’re my daughter.”

“Father-“

“Out!”

The room seemed to shake with the intensity of Tywin’s voice, and Cersei cowardly stood before her father. He watched a single tear steam down her face with an annoyed silence. He wished her to leave, and that was all. 

And leave she did, keeping her head low as she approached the door. Cersei did not want anyone to see the scar or—even worse—the tears on her face; it would’ve been too embarrassing. 

As the door shut behind his daughter, Tywin took several deep breaths. Falling back into his chair, he sighed and leaned his head back. Cersei, in his mind, was clearly delusional, because how could you be plotting against him? All you had ever done was provide solid advice, and all that your family wanted was to make Margaery queen and give Loras a suitable bride.

But, besides that, he had this overwhelming guilt in knowing that Cersei was right about one thing: he was undeniably attracted to you. Even then, that was an understatement. Tywin waved away the thought frequently, but he knew deep down that he was in love with you. Your smile was his favorite sight, just as your voice was his favorite sound. He could not stand the thought of being away from you for any extended amount of time, and often while talking to you, he wanted to do nothing more than pull you close and press his lips to yours. 

And much to his embarrassment, that was not all he felt for you. When he allowed himself to think about it, he knew he wanted to kiss you, and then suck at your neck. Tywin wished to disrobe you and lay you across his bed, or even just push you down on his desk. Perhaps then he would bury his face between your thighs, gripping the flesh there as you arched into his mouth. And once he was finished with that, he would enjoy your warmth around him and listen to the sweet hum of his name falling from your lips. 

Those thoughts were the dangerous ones, and the ones that ate away at him frequently. How could he see you that way when surely the most you saw him as was a friend? How could he betray your trust that way?

If you had any inkling of the way he thought about you, he was certain that you would be disgusted, and he hated himself for it. Something that had happened to you years ago was still eating away at you, he could see it in your eyes, and surely his feelings for you were precisely what you feared because of that. 

Of course, Tywin would never act on such emotions, he was better than that. They had kept him awake in bed more than once, but that was all. He would never hurt you that way, for it was utterly unimaginable to do so. All he cared for was your safety and your happiness, and for that reason, he was perfectly content to remain your friend alone. To talk to you, to see you laugh. That was more than enough for the Great Lion of the Rock.

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“Loras?”

When I entered my brother's room, I found him sitting on the edge of his bed, staring out the window. He looked back at me when he heard his name.

“(Y/N),” he greeted softly, patting the space next to him for me to come sit down. I did so with nerves in my stomach, for I had not a single clue how to start this conversation. 

“Loras, I thought I should talk to you about the bedding ceremony. I know you said you were fine with it, but are you feeling alright now?” I asked slowly. It was my brother’s wedding day, which even I was having a hard time processing.

Loras stiffened beside me, and I felt horrible. A bedding was tradition, and yet I knew my brother was absolutely dreading it. I couldn’t say I blamed him, for I expected that my wedding would bring the same emotional turmoil.

“I know what’s expected of me, that’s all there is to it,” Loras whispered in reply. When I turned to look at him, there was a deep sadness in his eyes. I pulled him into my arms, and he buried his face into my neck. 

“It’s going to be hard, I’m not going to lie to you. And I know it doesn’t- doesn’t work that way, but if you find yourself overwhelmed, perhaps try closing your eyes,” I suggested, not sure what else would be helpful. He only nodded, and I sighed. 

“I love you so much, Loras. I know you’ve felt pressure as the heir to Highgarden, but I just want you to be safe and secure. I’m sorry that it means you need to be uncomfortable and unhappy,” I whispered, letting my hand come to his hair. I petted it gently, just as I had done when he was a child. 

“It’s not- it’s not even that. I’ve always known I’d need to marry and have children, I just- it would be so much easier if not for Renly,” he said softly, pulling away to face me. There were tears in his eyes, and I felt my heart breaking. 

“I know, Loras, I know. I’m so sorry, my dear boy.”

He began to cry, and I pulled him back into my shoulder. 

“I knew he’d have to have kids too, I just thought- I just thought perhaps we’d both be able to stay together through it all. I loved him, (Y/N)… I loved him so much,” he sobbed, pulling away again and shaking his head. 

“I know you loved him, Loras, and I’m so sorry.” I cupped his face and wiped his tears with my thumbs. He only looked down, not able to meet my eyes.

“At least my wedding will be grand, I’ve always looked forward to having a beautiful wedding,” he muttered with a gentle smile, finding a small joy to focus on. I kissed his forehead, holding his face as I did.

“Not to mention, you look extremely handsome,” I added, admiring his coat. It was a light green with golden roses sewed into the fabric, and I found that he looked every bit the Lord of Highgarden. It was a strange thought to consider.

“Thank you. You’re certainly going to catch Lord Tywin’s attention with that,” Loras grinned widely now, motioning to my dress. It was pastel pink and dipped down just below my breasts, pushing them together slightly. Of course, there were also the signature gold accents that no Tyrell was free of. 

“Oh please, enough of that. Have grandmother and Margaery also forced you into it?” I asked, scoffing and shaking my head with disapproval. It was utterly ridiculous that the entire family wished to embarrass me this way.

“Grandmother and Margaery have noticed it too? Who am I kidding, of course they have,” Loras thought out loud, beginning to laugh. I gaped at him, shocked that he’d come to this conclusion all on his own. Had they all gone utterly mad?

“Oh stop it! It is seriously not possible that you are also so delusional,” I sputtered, still bewildered at the fact even Loras seemed to believe I was in love with Tywin. 

“Oh please, sister, you mustn't lie. You can tell me, I promise not to tease you or tell Margaery,” he said, eyebrows lifting with a sweet excitement. I waved my hand with refusal as I stood up.

“There is nothing to discuss. Come, Loras, we ought to leave for the sept.”

My brother nodded, and he anxiously kneaded the inside of his palm as he took a deep breath. Today was entirely overwhelming for him, I had no doubt of that. 

I reached for my brother’s hand, taking it in mine and giving it a squeeze. He looked up at me and mustered the best smile that he could before rising from his seat. I took his arm and pressed my other hand to his cheek.

“I love you, Loras.”

“I love you more, sister.”

“Impossible.”

“Yes, just as you having feelings for Lord Tywin is.”

I smacked his arm, and we both laughed a bit as we left the room. We spent the rest of our journey to the sept chatting, and I was grateful for the fact that I’d been given a brother like Loras. He was occasionally somewhat hot tempered and stubborn, but then again, so was I.

When we arrived at the sept, Loras was immediately speechless. My grandmother had spared no expense with the decorations, and he seemed overjoyed. The rest of our family was already present, and so were a great deal of other nobles, including Tywin. 

When I’d set my eyes upon him, I had suddenly become just as speechless as Loras had been. Tywin was wearing a coat I’d never seen him in before. It was black leather, just as most of his were, but his shoulders had ornate, golden lions on them, surrounded by fine designs. Not to mention the gold clips down the front of his coat. He looked every bit ‘The Great Lion of the Rock.’

“Seems you’re both trying to impress each other,” Loras whispered suddenly, forcing me to pull my eyes away from the Lord Hand. I simply scoffed and hit my brother’s shoulder. He laughed and put his hands up defensively, clearly enjoying my annoyance. 

Though, as I looked back over at Tywin, I couldn’t help biting my lip. He was magnificent, and delightfully distracted in a conversation with Lord Varys, which allowed me to admire him shamelessly. He looked so tall, so strong in that coat. Surely noticing that wasn’t anything odd, it was merely an observation that any sane person would make. 

After a few minutes, Tywin seemingly bid Lord Varys goodbye and turned around. My eyes were somehow the first that he caught, and his face softened when he saw me. He came straight towards my brother and I, and as I took him in completely I was speechless. Not to mention, whatever scent he was wearing was especially nice.

“Ser Loras, Lady (Y/N),” Tywin greeted with a nod, striding up to us and stopping. Loras smiled and returned the gesture with a brief ‘Lord Tywin’.

“How are you feeling?” He clasped his hands together behind his back, standing even straighter than before. Gods, he was tall.

“Quite ecstatic, Lord Tywin. My grandmother spared no expense for the ceremony and I’m sure the same will be said of the feast. Not to mention, I’m certain Lady Sansa will look lovely,” he said, giving Tywin a somewhat cunning look. He knew exactly what to say, and it gave me a strange sense of pride. 

“Of course. You must be excited to marry such a beautiful woman,” Tywin noted, making me slightly irritated. His questioning was childish, and I had no doubt he wanted to watch Loras crack, simply to prove that he was right in not wanting my brother to marry Sansa Stark.

“I most definitely am. And, speaking of beautiful women, does not my sister look positively stunning today?” Loras said with a rather suggestive tone, simply grinning at Tywin as he gestured to me. The Great Lion looked me up and down and held my eyes for a few seconds, a curious look on his face as he did.

“Yes… she does. You look breathtaking, Lady (Y/N),” Tywin said softly, reaching out and taking my hand. He raised it to his lips, and my breath caught in my throat for some reason. My brother watching us with his accusing gaze didn’t make it any less awkward, I reasoned.

“Thank you, Lord Tywin. You look quite handsome in that coat. I’ve never seen you wear it before,” I replied genuinely, admiring the details more closely now that he was standing before me. 

“No, you certainly wouldn’t have. It’s new,” he explained, to which I nodded. He’d let go of my hand, and the air around it felt cold now.

“It suits you well,” I complimented, though somewhat anxiously. Tywin muttered a soft ‘thank you’ and then swallowed. There was silence for a moment, only interrupted by Loras coughing.

“I’m going to go socialize, sister, I will see you after the ceremony,” he said, placing his hand on my arm before grinning and leaving me with Tywin. When my brother was gone, I gave the Lord Hand a sharp look.

“You shouldn’t have prodded him like that.”

“I needed to make sure nothing had changed now that he is actually getting married,” he replied, to which I sighed and crossed my arms.

“I discussed the bedding ceremony with him beforehand, he’s nervous and uncomfortable but will be fine. Plus, even if he and Sansa struggle tonight, he is aware of his duties.”

“I meant it, you do look beautiful in that dress,” Tywin said, suddenly switching the topic as though it didn’t even matter to him to begin with. I instantly looked up at him, somewhat surprised. Where had that come from? There was heat rising in my face now.

“I meant what I said too. You look… tall… in this coat,” I replied quietly, looking him up and down rather bashfully. I noticed his cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink, and with the sun shining in from the sept windows, his eyes were the most gorgeous shade of turquoise and blue I’d ever seen. 

Tywin cleared his throat, glancing down at the ground before speaking. “It must be shocking to watch your younger siblings get married now.”

“It is. I’ve been many things, but being their older sister has always been the most important to me and in that role it is astonishing to think they’re going to have wives and husbands, not to mention children,” I reflected sentimentally, thinking about the fact that in my mind, Loras and Margaery were still children themselves. I could swear that just yesterday, Loras and I had been playing in the river near Highgarden, swimming and skipping stones. What had happened to that?

“I was the eldest among my siblings as well. I remember all their weddings, some more fondly than others. My sister, Genna, wed one of Walder Frey’s sons. I was furious with my father for allowing the match. Emmon Frey wasn’t even the heir, he was the second son. My sister deserved much more than that,” he grumbled bitterly, shaking his head as he contemplated it. 

“And yet you’re going to marry one of his daughters to Tyrion,” I pointed out, raising an eyebrow at the irony of it all.

“It matters much less who a man marries than who a woman does. It’s about time Tyrion married, anyway.” Tywin looked over his shoulder to find his son speaking with my grandmother. I smiled and made a small note to ask what they had discussed later on.

“Well, I suppose that’s true. It’s been pointed out to me many times. My father has been gracious in not forcing me to marry just yet, but I fear now that my younger siblings are doing so, it won’t be long until I meet the same fate,” I said with a sigh, wishing I could ignore the fact that my father only grew more frustrated with me each passing moment. My days as a free woman were numbered. 

“One of his daughters is marrying the king, and his son is marrying Sansa Stark. He ought to be content for now,” Tywin said, eyes falling upon my father. The Lord Hand almost looked upset, though I paid it little mind.

“He will never be satisfied until I am married. He fears people will worry that somehow I’m ruined, though the truth of it is I don’t think any men are brave enough to subject themselves to me,” I said, to which Tywin gave a gentle chuckle. He dared not to give his usual laugh, others would hear. 

“Am I the only one brave enough thus far?” He asked with a teasing grin. 

“The Great Lion ought to be. But no, I mean romantically, of course. Plenty of men have called themselves my friend, especially because I am the head of my army, but I don’t suppose any of them see me romantically. Even if they did, my father would never allow it for obvious reasons. Not only that but… well…” I trailed off, sighing and grabbing my arms for comfort. I found myself staring at the stone floor, only looking up when Tywin’s finger came to my chin and lifted it.

“But what?” he asked softly, a look of genuine concern on his face. I licked my lips anxiously, swallowing before taking a deep breath.

“But my last… involvement with a soldier did not- did not end very well for me,” I muttered, only able to hold his eye contact for a second or two a time. Tywin softened, suddenly realizing what I was insinuating. Slowly but surely, he was piecing together what had happened to me.

“Someday, (Y/N), I pray you find a husband that protects and cares for you. Someone who will make you forget that man’s existence altogether.”

“As hard as I try, Tywin, I will never forget his existence. Such is the burden of being a woman. That is why I’ve learned to protect myself—to the best of my abilities, anyway,” I said firmly, looking deep into his eyes to let him know I was serious. For even Tywin Lannister, with all his gold and all his men, could not prevent the harm men seemed to love inflicting upon women.

And in all honesty, he had been no better for most of his life. Though his protection of me was appreciated, it would never change the atrocities of his past. I could never forgive those, nor would I forget. It did hurt, I reflected, to know that a man who I cared for so deeply had been the cause of such pain. My affection for Tywin Lannister was as much a curse as it was a blessing.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

I stared at him for a moment before nodding and reaching for his hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze, for I did not know how to reply to him. This gesture was enough.

Just then, the High Septon walked in, signaling that we should all begin to take our places in the crowd. Tywin briefly raised my hand to his lips and then left, going to stand at the front with the rest of the Lannisters. I pitied him, having to stand next to Joffrey for the entire ceremony. 

And of course, it was a long, quite boring ceremony. But Loras looked so handsome, not to mention grown up. And naturally, Sansa looked beautiful as well, practically smiling the whole time. It seemed Loras couldn’t help but return it, and I got the general sense that even if he would not love her the way he’d loved Renly, they would be a relatively happy couple compared to most. 

As I thought about that, however, I couldn’t help but glance over at Tywin. He was watching the ceremony quite candidly, and certainly not with the malicious enthusiasm of his grandson. There was something quite nice about looking at him when he was unaware of my gaze.

Though, I didn’t stare for long, as I focused on the ceremony once again. The entire room applauded as Loras and Sansa kissed for the first time as husband and wife, and I was glad to see them smile afterwards.

Unlike me, however, Tywin had not even seen them kiss. Not because he was disinterested or bored, but because his attention was somewhere else entirely. In fact, had I looked over at that moment, I would’ve become aware that he’d missed their kiss because he was staring at me. 

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Tywin found himself quite miserable at the wedding feast, even despite how grand it was. It was not anything unusual for him, as he’d never been fond of large parties or tourneys. In all honesty, he considered them to be far too lavish and a waste of money. But this was different.

The Hand of the King had not spent a single coin on this wedding, and even still he was unusually upset. After all, how could he enjoy himself when the entire night you hadn’t even looked his way, let alone talked to him?

It was a childish complaint, he knew that, but he still couldn’t help it. Sitting at the table next to his daughter and grandson was no joyous task, and his only consolation was the good quality of the food being served.

Still, Tywin had been subtly watching you the entire evening. You’d made your rounds, greeted plenty of nobles, and seemingly discussed your brother at great length various times. You were extremely busy, and he noted that you seemed relieved upon sitting down at the table beside your sister, grandmother, and father. 

He watched you reach for your cup, taking a sip of wine as you conversed with Margaery. Reluctantly, Tywin looked down at his plate and pushed his fork into a piece of meat, hoping that perhaps food and drink would help soothe the headache that had suddenly developed. He just wished for the whole night to be done with already.

“Not hungry, Father?” Tyrion questioned, suddenly noticing just how much food was left on Tywin’s plate. His father gave him an annoyed look.

“No, not particularly.”

“Preoccupied with something?”

Father and son stared at each other for a few seconds, and Tyrion raised a brow. He had not missed the obnoxious amount of time his father had spent looking at you this evening, and he’d found it rather curious. He certainly couldn’t recall ever having a friend that he had stared at that much.

“I’m tired. I woke early this morning,” Tywin lied, not caring whatsoever about the fact that it was a horrible excuse. Tyrion would not prod about it, lest he make his father mad. He was in a bad enough mood already, it seemed. 

“Well, I apologize then. I know how much you adore weddings,” Tyrion jested, though there was no amusement from the Lord Hand. That was alright, usually his father did not laugh at his jokes. 

Though, Tyrion had to admit, the air was rather tense beside Tywin, and when he caught sight of Bronn across the room it seemed the perfect opportunity to get up and leave. Tywin was similarly glad to be left in peace.

His eyes were on you again, and he was glad to be seated at the table directly across from you. You looked even more beautiful than normal when you were happy, and you were ecstatic right now. Gods, if you would just look his way.

Tywin grabbed his cup, drinking a bit too much wine all at once. He was needy, he could admit that; he wasn’t embarrassed to do so when he thought about how much he wanted you all to himself. 

The sudden strumming of the band caught both his and your attention, along with practically everyone else’s in the courtyard. They’d begun to play the perfect music for dancing, and people began to cheer as Loras escorted Sansa into the middle of the space. Tywin truthfully had no desire to watch them dance, but it at least gave him an excuse to look at you a little bit less shamefully, for they were positioned right between the two of you.

You, of course, had fond eyes as you watched your brother, but Tywin could not care less. He found that his attraction to you had only been growing stronger as of late, and it was somewhat concerning. He supposed Cersei attempting to call him out for it had only made him ponder the subject even more.

For a moment or two, Tywin focused on the dancing couple. But even then, his mind only drifted to what it might be like to dance with you. He wondered if you were any good, and also if he still was. It had been years since he’d danced with anyone, admittedly. 

Cersei suddenly sighed beside him, and when he looked over she appeared to be drinking her annoyance away just as he had been a few minutes ago. He hadn’t a clue why she was upset, but then again she always was. Tywin noted that the scar on her cheek was almost entirely gone now, and he was glad. It had been a little more than a week since that conversation, and he’d felt horrible for hitting her after his anger had dissipated. 

His thoughts were interrupted by clapping, and he realized that the newlyweds had finished their dance. He joined in, though rather unenthusiastically. More people took to the floor now, and as Tywin glanced at his daughter again, a sudden urge gripped him.

“Cersei.”

She turned to look at her father, and found his hand extended out toward her. She suddenly realized that he was asking to dance with her, and she anxiously accepted. It had been quite some time since her father had asked her to dance.

Slowly, she took his hand, standing from her seat at the same time as him. Tywin escorted Cersei to the floor, and many were surprised to see them. You had not failed to notice either, and it made you smile. The Great Lion was never unsurprising. 

“I want you to know that I am sorry about last week. I was being unnecessarily harsh,” Tywin whispered to his daughter, forcing himself to be uncomfortable as he made eye contact with her. Cersei’s face softened, and she nodded.

“Well, I was being foolish, and I shouldn’t have- I shouldn’t have prodded or insulted you the way that I did. You were right to be angry,” she replied softly, looking down as she did. 

“Angry, perhaps, but not violent. You are my daughter, Cersei. You are Joanna’s daughter. I shouldn’t have laid a hand on you.”

Cersei finally met her father’s eyes, staring at him in silence for a moment until they circled around each other while dancing. When they came back to their previous position, she let herself speak.

“I may not trust the Tyrells, but I do trust you, Father. If you- if you feel that they are genuine allies, then I will not impose my own opinions. I simply wish for you to be cautious, is all. Lady (Y/N) may be more genuine than her sister, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t dangerous. Please remember that,” Cersei implored, noticing you over her father’s shoulder as you danced with Loras. She could not explain why she distrusted you so, but there was a feeling deep inside of her that nagged and would not go away.

Tywin blinked a few times, processing his daughter’s sentiment and then nodding. “I will. And if you ever have genuine reasons to distrust them, know that I’ll listen.”

The Lord Hand twirled his daughter, and found himself at least consoled by this dance. Not only that, but you had come into view now. You could not stop laughing as you danced with your brother, and the sound made Tywin soften. Gods, you looked utterly irresistible tonight. 

The song came to a finish, and Tywin gave his daughter a gentle smile as they went back to their table. She could not help returning it, and she realized it had been some time since she genuinely smiled about something. 

Suddenly, this wedding did not feel quite so solemn to Tywin. At least, it didn’t until he found you in conversation with Ser Elias and another man he recognized as his son’s sellsword. 

You were incredibly animated as you spoke to them, and simply unable to stop smiling. He watched you raise an eyebrow at the sellsword—Bronn, he believed it was—with an unparalleled jealousy. He hadn’t a clue what the two of you were discussing, and yet it looked entirely flirtatious. 

Tywin’s anger only increased when he saw Bronn motion up and down at you with a grin, to which you gave him a playful shove and then placed a hand on his shoulder. That was unmistakably a sign of flirtation, and it made the Lord Hand’s stomach drop. His heart was physically aching, and he detested it. 

To have this affection for you was heaven and hell all at once. You made him unbelievably happy, and yet to know that you would never be his was incredibly frustrating. Tywin was content as your friend, yes, but it became a thousand times harder when he considered you having romantic feelings for another. 

He continued to watch you converse with Bronn, though not without downing all the wine in his cup. He held it out for a servant to refill, suddenly grateful that Cersei was preoccupied trying to manage Joffrey, for she would have noticed her father drinking. Tywin only drank for leisure and for taste, never to become intoxicated. Well, given his current intentions, never was incorrect.

Gods, Tywin could not stand seeing the way that man was looking at you, for even if you did not know it, there was undeniably desire in his eyes. He wished that he could rip the eyes of every man in Westeros out, simply so that he might be the only one who could see you. Those men did not deserve to look at you, and deep down, Tywin felt that neither did he. You seemed a creature too perfect for this world.

The wine only seemed to keep coming, and the Lord Hand would not stop drinking. He would do anything to get rid of this intolerable ache that you had caused. He had forgotten what this jealousy felt like, and he had not missed it.

Eventually, the pain did start to fade, and Tywin felt incredibly relaxed and free. He had not been drunk in quite some time, and especially not to this degree. To be this ruined was something he might’ve expected from his son, and that was concerning enough. 

Thankfully, nobody had noticed how inebriated the Lord Hand was just yet, especially when Joffrey began calling out for the bedding ceremony. People were moving around him, but Tywin felt far too out of it to really do anything. Though, he did begin to feel like he needed to relieve himself, and so he stood up from his seat at the table. 

In his present state, however, he stumbled a bit and bumped directly into someone. Only when they turned around and faced him directly did he realize it was you. You said something, but he did not process it entirely, and so his reply came back as a series of incoherent mumbles. Luckily, you were smart enough to figure out exactly what was going on.

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“Tywin, are you drunk?”

I stared at the man before me, noting that he had an almost dizzy look about him. The smell of wine was more prevalent on his breath than usual, and he hadn’t even given me a coherent reply when I’d said his name the first time. 

“Drunk? O-Of course not,” he replied, words so slurred that it wouldn’t have convinced the dumbest fool alive. I sighed, looking around at the mass of people following Loras and Sansa. 

“Come, sit down for a moment. You need to eat something, or perhaps drink some water,” I suggested, gripping his arm and attempting to help him toward his seat. It was a rather fruitless attempt, however, because Tywin was instantly tripping over his feet. I was shocked to see him like this.

“I need… I need to use the privy,” he mumbled, looking around as if searching for one. I watched a great deal of the nobles dispersing and realized that this was the perfect opportunity to get him out of the feast, for nobody would wonder where he’d gone.

“You need to get to the Tower of the Hand and sleep. I’ll help you, just try your best to walk,” I told him, grabbing his arm a bit more firmly and helping him forward. It was a rather painful process, but people were so preoccupied with the bedding that nobody really noticed us slipping away.

As we went into a more quiet hall, I draped Tywin’s arm over my shoulder to make it easier for us to walk together. Even then, it wasn’t exactly easy.

“Where are we going?” Tywin asked, hiccuping and stumbling forward a bit. I glanced at him with absolute shock.

“Gods, Tywin, how much did you have to drink? Are you alright?”

“I had… quite a bit…”

I only sighed, continuing to help him through the Red Keep. The worst part was once we had reached the Tower of the Hand, because going up that many stairs with a 6’3” drunk man at your side is almost impossible. It took far too much patience, and I was relieved once we reached the top and went into his actual chambers. 

“You said you needed to use the privy?” I questioned, recalling that he had mentioned it at the feast. He only nodded, and I sighed before helping him over to it. Thankfully, he was coherent enough to go in on his own and not hurt himself.

Meanwhile, I stood awkwardly outside the door. I found myself wondering why he’d even gotten so drunk to begin with, because it was entirely unlike him. Tywin was no drunk, especially in public. Even if he’d gotten into some sort of argument with his children, I couldn’t imagine anything being so horrible that he would’ve chosen alcohol to soothe himself. Not to mention, it wasn’t just light inebriation either. He would most assuredly be miserable in the morning.

The door suddenly flung open beside me, and I turned my head to watch Tywin shuffle out of the privy. All his clothes were thankfully in place, and once I was sure of that I moved toward him and once again put his arm around me.

“Let’s get you to bed, Tywin,” I whispered, placing my hand on his back to help him forward. He mumbled something, and I gave a soft ‘hm?’ to signify that I hadn’t heard him.

“Will you… will you stay awhile?” he repeated, making his question audible now. I looked up at him and nodded, for I knew it would make him feel better. Plus, I would have to make sure he did not roll onto his back while sleeping.

We got to his bedroom, and I carefully pushed the door open and guided Tywin inside. I closed the door behind us and then led him to his bed, sitting him down there. He took a bit of initiative himself, and I watched as he began to undo his coat. I helped him pull it off once he was done, and then assisted him with his boots. 

“May I ask… Tywin, why you drank so much at the feast?” I questioned as I stood up from the floor, tossing his shoes aside. I went over to the table then, pouring water into a cup and bringing it over to him. He drank a small sip before setting it down on his nightstand.

“You did not speak to me the entire feast,” he said slowly, zoning out as he stared at the floor behind me. My eyebrows furrowed at his answer. 

“What do you mean?”

“You- You spoke to nearly every noble there… b-but did not look my way a single time.” He was continually interrupted by hiccups. I only sighed, stepping closer to him and taking his hand in mine. Tywin finally looked me in the eyes then.

“Weddings are for catching up with people, and I see you every day. And, I most certainly was looking your way. How could I not? You looked very handsome in that coat,” I explained, giving his palm a reassuring squeeze.

“You talked to Ser Elias… and Tyrion’s man,” he mumbled, blinking somewhat heavily. I realized he was referring to Bronn, and I was even more perplexed.

“Yes, I did. Why?”

There was no reply, and he looked away again. It clicked then that he’d been jealous. Was that why he’d gotten himself drunk? Simply because he was jealous of my other friendships?

“Tywin… listen to me. I may be friends with both Ser Elias and Bronn, but that in no way disregards how much I value you. You are my dearest friend, believe me when I say that. As I said, the only reason I did not converse with you at the feast was because I see you so often. It was not because I didn’t wish to,” I assured him, reaching for his other hand as well and looking straight into his eyes. He looked up from the floor then, scanning and carefully observing my face.

“You are beautiful, (Y/N)… v-very beautiful.”

Even despite his hiccup, the way he had said it took me by surprise. My breath suddenly caught in my throat, for Tywin’s expression was giving me a feeling that I had no explanation for. 

“Thank you, Tywin…”

We stared at each other for a moment longer, but I cleared my throat and looked around. I had to get him to sleep.

“You ought to lie down. Sleep on your left side, you’re less likely to vomit that way. I don’t- I don’t know what state your stomach is in right now, but I’ll leave this here just in case you think eating something might help,” I said to him, watching him swing his legs into bed and then lay back. I reached into the pockets of my dress, pulling out the cookie I had wrapped in my handkerchief and setting it on his nightstand. I was rather fond of sneaking sweets out of feasts, for I often woke in the night with a craving for them. Though, in the Lord Hand’s case, a cookie was probably not the best thing for him to eat, but I would let him be the judge of that.

Tywin shifted onto his left side then, just as I had recommended, and I was quick to position pillows around him so that he would not roll onto his stomach or onto his back. If the great Tywin Lannister should die after all these years choking on his own vomit, I feared it might be a rather disappointing conclusion. 

When I was done with that, I sat on the edge of his bed, holding one of his hands. He was slowly but surely drifting off to sleep, and eventually I could tell by his breathing that he was entirely out. Biting a lip, I decided to stay a little longer. I just wanted to make sure that he was alright. 

Though, I admittedly couldn’t help but admire him. He looked so peaceful like this, and it put an odd feeling into my chest. He and I had come so far since the Battle of Blackwater, and I was glad. It was hard to feel affection for Tywin sometimes, especially when I remembered all the atrocious things he’d done in the past, but he was so sweet with me. Few people had ever cared for me as he had.

I found myself thinking about how he’d called me beautiful, and heat came to my cheeks. Tywin had not said ‘you look beautiful’, he had said ‘you are beautiful’. There was a difference there, and it was making my heart pound. Why was that?

Suddenly my thoughts shifted to what both of my siblings and my grandmother seemed to believe my feelings for Tywin were. Surely they were wrong, for how could I have romantic feelings for this man? This horrible, awful man who’d ordered things done to women that I couldn’t even comprehend in my worst nightmares. This horrible, awful man who was 41 years older than me. This horrible, awful man who had saved my life, who had spent hours upon hours with me, who had come out in the pouring rain just to apologize to me. 

Staring at him now, I realized that Tywin had made me happier than any man or god, and that over the last few months I’d come to enjoy 30 minutes with him more than 30 minutes with a sword.

The realization hit me with an insane force, and I found myself trembling as I watched him sleep. My family was right; I was undeniably in love with Tywin Lannister.

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Tywin’s old enough to be her grandfather but Stark!Reader can’t help but shiver as he folds her into a mating press and whispers in her ear that he is going to breed her full of his heirs

Imagine you wearing a northern dress, with the stark color and Tywin just hate it. He is angry and lustful. He pulls you towards him, tells you how you are not allowed to wear those colors as he undress you. You should be fighting him but you can't. He touches you, feel you up, tells you how you belong to him now. You are beyond embarrassed that you are getting wet. How can your body betray you, especially for an enemy of house Stark. Imagine him pressing you down and fucking you as he whispers how he will fill you up with his seeds and make you breed Lannisters. I feel like he will also fuck you in front of a mirror and force you to watch, make you realize that he owns you. I also feel like if there is so much age gap he would definitely punish you if you do something wrong, maybe spank you till he believes you are truly sorry. And once you get pregnant everyone will know that you are no longer a stark, especially when you are wearing the red and gold dresses which

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Not all these men are dad's technically but they all either have Dilf vibes or look older than 25 and didn't fit into part one of this vote with Robb, jon, podrick etc which you can find here

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Reaction to their wife wearing their house colors for the first time

Daemon Targaryen

Tragic love Robert Baratheon

Tywin lannister

Ned Stark

Pre Robert Baratheon --- Dress The Targaryen Princess was known for her pride of her family; gold and red would adorn her every move. Her jewels would match and this stayed with her long after she married Robert..until one nameday. The Princess had all eyes on her as she entered the room. Robert’s already dark eyes darkened in desire as they roamed his pretty wife. His cock was already stirring in his pants.

Tywin Lannister --- Dress You were expected to wear your house colours as soon as the marriage was consummated; even before if you were honest with yourself. A new dress was there the morning you woke up. It was from either your husband or new good sister you were sure of it. Surely, it was Cersei with how it showed off your ample breasts. The design something Tywin couldn’t keep his eyes off as you wandered into his study.

Daemon Targaryen -- Dress It was more your decision than his but you knew his eyes always subtly roamed your body. It would not go unnoticed for long and so you had a new dress made. Just in time for his return from a dragon ride. Caraxes couldn’t even get his normal greeting onto you; his head nudging your sides quite gently before Daemon cupped your face. His lips passionately on your own in a moment’s notice.

Ned Stark -- Dress There was no pressure from Winterfell’s Lord about anything; least of all your wardrobe. Still, you wore your house colours just for practicality - the North was never as rich as the other lands but a gift for your nameday gave you the perfect opportunity to show your husband. Oh, how you shocked him as you wandered around the courtyard; fulfilling your duties. Ned couldn’t take his eyes off you; much to his brother and Lord’s amusement.  

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Under his mane //Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader Masterlist

Story:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Teasers:

Part 5 Teaser

Part 6 Teaser

Part 8 Teaser

To be continued...

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ahh im so excited your requests are open!! if you’re okay with it, could i please request something about how some of the game of thrones characters comfort their s/o when they find out she’s upset/had a bad day? thank you!!

Of course! I hope you enjoy lovely!

Jaime - When you’re having a bad day, Jaime would put on his most dashing smile and try to cheer you up with the cheesiest pick up lines. He would pretend like the two of you don’t know each other and he would lay it on thick with the schmoozing. It wouldn’t fail to make you laugh as he charms you just like he did the first time.

Sandor - When you’re having a bad day, Sandor would have no idea what to do. When you tell him that you’re upset he would freeze for a moment before patting you on the head and continuing about the day as usual. If you wanted something specific from him like cuddles or a bath, you’d have to be very clear about that with him. 

Petyr -  When you’re having a bad day, Petyr would take you out on a shopping spree. He’d take you to the nicest marketplace in King’s Landing and tell you to pick out anything that made you happy before gladly buying it for you. He would spoil you rotten and then take you home to enjoy whatever it was that he bought for you. 

Jon -  When you’re having a bad day, Jon would let you be in that state of mind as long as you needed. Sometimes it feels good to be sad and Jon knows this. He would simply sit with you and hold your hand for a while as you cry or vent or yell. Then once you’re good and spent he’d curl up in bed with you before falling asleep.

Robb -  When you’re having a bad day, Robb would do anything in his power to cheer you up. He’d tell stupid jokes and tickle you and share stories and kiss you from head to toe, all just to see you smile again. He’s incredibly cheesy but he just wants to see you happy at all times. It absolutely breaks his heart when you’re upset.

Tywin -  When you’re having a bad day, Tywin would clear his schedule to spend the day with you. He knows that with how little you get to see him that giving you quality time with him will cheer you up. He would take you for a walk around the grounds, simply occupying your mind with stimulating conversation for hours. 

Bronn -  When you’re having a bad day, Bronn would sit with you and point out all the things that are good about life. He would hold your hand and point out the trees and the sunshine and the birds chirping and the beautiful castle you two live in. He would want to show you that your life is beautiful in order to help cheer you up.

Jorah -  When you’re having a bad day, Jorah would absolutely shower you with love and affection. He would forget about all of his responsibilities, making you his top priority. He would cuddle you in bed for hours, tenderly kissing you and telling you how much he adores you. He would compliment you endlessly as he loves on you.

Ramsay -  When you’re having a bad day, Ramsay would ask you who hurt you, offering to kill them in order to cheer you up. When you tell him that it’s no one’s fault, you’re just having a bad day he would jump into caregiver mode. He’d warm up a bath for you, get you a glass of wine, and massage you as he takes care of you.

Stannis -  When you’re having a bad day, Stannis would be very attentive. He’d sit you down and ask what he could do to make you feel better. He would want to hear in your own words exactly what would cheer you up. And he’d give it to you. He’s a king, he can get things done. All you have to do is name it and it is yours. 

Oberyn -  When you’re having a bad day, Oberyn would make a gigantic spectacle of cheering you up. He’d throw a three day long party and invite all of your friends and family. He’d hold a huge feast in your honor and make you the special guest of the whole thing. He’d want you to feel like the most special princess ever because you are.

Dany -  When you’re having a bad day, Dany would take you for a ride on one of her dragons. She would want you to see the big wide beautiful world from a view that only you are deserving of. No one else would ever be able to say they’ve ridden a dragon but her and you. She’d want you to feel like the powerful queen you are. 

Brienne -  When you’re having a bad day, Brienne would do the simplest but most meaningful things for you. She would clean up the house because she knows you like it clean. She’d pick flowers for you on the way home. She would cook you dinner so you don’t have to do it yourself. Small acts of service like that to show she cares.