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levithestripper · 2 years

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can i request game of thrones hcs about jaime, bronn, and sandor's (and whoever else you'd want) sex habits? kinda like the sex habit post you made for attack on titan?

Sex Habits with Jaime Lannister, Bronn, Renly Baratheon, Loras Tyrell, and Sandor Clegane

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warnings: gender-neutral reader, mating press, hickeys, mention of bondage, power bottom! bronn, orgasm control, oral [m! receiving], dirty talk, overstimulation, hair pulling.

relationships: jaime/reader, bronn/reader, renly/loras, sandor/reader.

included characters: jaime, bronn, renly, loras, sandor.

length: 1.1k || read on ao3

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a/n: recently bought myself a hbomax subscription so my game of thrones hyperfixation came back with an aggression that’ll only get worse once house of the dragon comes out

Jaime is always the dominant one in the bedroom. He enjoys having that type of control over you; it’s different than the kind of control he has over his men. Being with someone who trusts him enough to let him restrain them to the point where they’re utterly defenseless fills him with an immeasurable amount of desire.

He loves to leave hickeys or a visible mark on you in places where it’s impossible to hide them. You belong to him, and he’s going to make sure everyone knows you’re off limits. He always ensures they’re a deep, vibrant shade of red or purple, ensuring that the men and women of the court would whisper to themselves about them.

Jaime’s favorite position to take you in is a tossup between cowgirl and missionary. After he loses his hand, cowgirl is easier for him, and he gets the added bonus of watching you bounce on top of him. Even after his hand is gone, missionary is still common with you two, but not as much so. Jaime enjoys folding you in half, pushing your knees to your ears, makin’ you squeal from it.

“Fuck, my love,” Jaime groans, “You’re so tight ’round my cock.” He has your legs resting atop his broad shoulders, effectively folding you in half. His hips slap against your ass, the sound of skin against skin echoing throughout the room. Your moans mix nicely with it, which only spurs Jaime on further. “Gods, I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

Bronn is more lenient when it comes to dominance in the bedroom. He’d never entertain the idea of being on the bottom, but he’s willing to hand over the reins of control every once in a while. He’s always in control, it’s almost therapeutic for him to let go. Bronn likes it when you take control, likes it when you straddle his waist and make him ask for permission to cum. But if you overuse your power, he’ll stop letting you do it.

Other than cowgirl, his favorite position is doggy. Seeing your pretty little back arch downwards and your ass wiggling in front of his face gets him harder quicker than anything else. His hands spread themselves down your spine, thumbs rubbing over the ridges he finds there.

“Mm, you’re very good at this, you know,” Bronn said, his voice somewhere between a chuckle and a groan. Your lips are wrapped nicely around the sellswords’ thick cock, sucking him off like you have all the time in the world. Bronn cards his fingers through your hair, tugging on it when he wants you to move faster. “Yeah, just like that, love. Just like that.”

Renly and Loras have found what works for them, and they stick to it. Renly likes to top, while Loras prefers to bottom, so it works out well. Loras is a pillow prince; enjoying being pampered and praised and fucked out of his mind. Renly is more than eager to give Loras whatever he wants, loving the sounds of his needy moans.

Loras knows exactly how to get his lover going, and he uses that to his advantage constantly. While Renly is away at his war council, Loras spreads himself out across their bed, back arched nicely, hips swaying as they hovered over the mattress.

The large oak door creaked as it shut behind him, blocking the noise of angry Lords arguing over tired battle plans. Renly ran a hand down his face and then through his hair, groaning softly. A whistle floats through the chamber, guiding Renly’s gaze to his bed. “My Prince,” he grins, the sight of him washing away any stress brought in from his council. “You surprise me.”

Loras chuckles coyly, wagging his hips enticingly. “Your war council was long today, my love. You left me alone for so long.” He fakes a sadness in his voice, enjoying teasing him. Renly walks to the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving the gift that was Loras’ ass. “You like what you see, Your Grace?”

Renly nods, hands gravitating towards the ass in front of him. “Apologies, my love. The war we wage is growing ever most complicated as of late.” He tugs Loras’ breeches down to his knees, hands spreading his cheeks apart to gaze at all his lover has to offer. “I’m sure I’ll be able to make it up to you, hm?” Loras twists his head back to look at him, a broad grin on his face. “Yes, I know just how to make it up to you, my love.” Renly leans down, licking a fat stripe up his lover’s taint.

“Oh, Gods, Renly,” he moans out in surprise, gripping the pillow in front of him, his knuckles turning white. “Just like that, please, keep going.” His hips press against Renly’s face, a silent beg for more, which his King granted. It wasn’t uncommon for Renly to go down on his lover. Loras melts every time. The feeling of his tongue tracing his rim, dipping slightly inside, making Loras moan even louder than before. Renly rarely needed to stop for air, content with the quick, shallow breaths he got between his own moans. “Renly, My King, please, please give me more!”

When you’re with Sandor, there’s no question of who’s in charge. Sandor is either inside the walls of the Red Keep or out on the road, so sex with him is usually quick, as that’s all he ever has time for. He’s not below pulling you into a closet or an empty chamber for a quickie or a sloppy blowjob.

But when he does find himself with an extended period of free time, he spends it catering to you and your pleasure. He pulls you to sit on his face, his nose buried deep in your sex. Sandor doesn’t stop until his chin is dripping with spit and slick and cum, the fluids rolling down his neck and getting stuck in his beard. His hands sit at your hips, forcing you to keep you still and preventing you from wiggling around.

“Sandor, Sandor, please!” you beg, tears streaming down your cheeks, your hands tangled in his unruly, knot-filled hair. His large, calloused hands envelop your waist, forcing you still. You’re positive there will be bruises blooming there later tonight. “Please, please, I can’t cum anymo—ore!” your voice cracks with arousal, pulling on Sandor’s hair harder.

Sandor came up for air, his lust-filled eyes meeting your own. “You’re done cummin’ when I say so, sweetheart.” He kisses the insides of your thighs before returning to the feast above him. Licking stripes up your sex, each one leaving you trembling and shaking with overstimulation. “Now that I’ve tasted you, how can you expect me to stop so soon?”

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gotpineapple · 2 years

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

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Part 5

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To be continued...

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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》 Lion and rose 《

They say a Lannister never goes into debt. It didn't take you long to realize how true that sentence was. You were thinking of never attending the party where you met your husband Tywin. You couldn't remember exactly how you got his attention. Is it because you are not afraid of him, because you are not interested, or because of your beauty and intelligence? To be honest, it didn't really matter anymore. Your children were Lannisters just like their fathers. They've had their fair share of your husband's pride, arrogance, and ego. You try to teach them the best aspects of your own personality as best you can. Even if your husband was proud, arrogant, and selfish, he would never mistreat you. But after your last child, Tyrion, was born, your life turned upside down.

》 Aslan ve gül 《

Bir Lannister asla borca batmaz derler. Bu cümlenin ne kadar doğru olduğunu anlamanız uzun sürmedi. Kocanız Tywin ile tanıştığınız partiye hiç katılmamayı düşünüyordunuz. Dikkatini nasıl çektiğini tam olarak hatırlayamıyordun. Ona çekinmediğin için mi, ilgilenmediğin için mi, yoksa güzelliğin ve zekan yüzünden mi dikkatini çekmiş olabilirsin? Dürüst olmak gerekirse, artık pek önemi yoktu. Çocuklarınız tıpkı babaları gibi Lannister'lardı. Kocanızın gururundan, kibirinden ve egosundan adil bir pay aldılar. Onlara elinizden geldiğince kendi kişiliğinizin iyi özelliklerini öğretmeye çalışırsınız. Kocanız gururlu, kibirli ve bencil olsa bile size asla kötü davranmazdı. Ama son çocuğunuz Tyrion doğduktan sonra hayatınız alt üst oldu.

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visenyaism · 3 months

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aren’t all of her children literally bastards born of incest

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oh so now you’re going to listen to stannis baratheon, known misogynist, kinslayer, fornicator, team green supporter, and homophobe, huh.

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should’ve stanned jaime #LORASFELLOFF

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one kill yourself jaime lannister is an honorless kingslaying turncloak two i heard loras tyrell was literally fine?

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phntmeii · 9 months

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year

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The Doe That Chases the Hound

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Baratheon!Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 5123

Summary: Normally in a hunt it was a hound’s duty to chase down deer. You went against the natural order of things. This time it was the doe who sought after the hound.

Consider this a continuation of A Good, Mean, Dog

Tommen rushed behind you, clinging to your back shaking like a leaf. It was no wonder he was hiding behind you, he was terrified of the Hound. Smiling gently at the sight of the enormous man your hand goes behind you to smooth Tommen’s golden hair soothingly. The Hound was completely unfazed by the youngest Baratheon’s cowering form and continues on his way only to stop and give you a nod.

“My lady.” His gruff voice rumbles as he addresses you. After the day he had saved you, the two of you shared simple words between one another but nothing more. It was like Sandor was somewhat afraid of getting close to you. It was like Sandor was somewhat afraid of getting close to you. You didn’t force any interactions knowing a man like Sandor needed to be eased in. From the way he always acted around you you guessed he wasn’t much used to a young maid like yourself willingly spending time with him.

Either way you always had a smile for him. He had yet to use the offer you had proposed and you found yourself actually longing for his kiss, even his touch. “Sandor. Where is that darling brother of mine? Surely you wouldn’t leave his side.” Tommen fidgets behind you wanting to leave. You continue to pet his hair lovingly with hopes pacify him.

“Lessons with the maester.” Sandor grunts, his eyes casually noticing Tommen behind you. He sees the fear in his green eyes. Bowing shortly he promptly leaves. You hear Tommen release a shuddering breath.

“Sweet lion.” you murmur and brush your fingers against his cheek. “The Hound isn’t as scary as he seems. Just be lucky that he’s on our side.”

“H-He never smiles though. . . . A-A-And his face. . .”

As elegantly as you could you kneel in front of him. “Ssh my sweet lion. No more of that. Does a lion fear a hound?” Even though he was Baratheon, him and your other siblings looked more so Lannister unlike you. You may have had Lannister eyes and your mother’s beauty, but you had your father’s dark mane of hair. The lion of Lannister better suited your younger siblings. They were golden all the way just like the Lannister sigil amongst red.

He shakes his head, mop of golden hair bouncing as he did so. You kiss the corner of his mouth and stand up, going back to holding his hand. “Let’s go. You have your lessons to attend to.”

“You speak out of line.”

You and Tommen pause outside of your father’s room. The both of you had been looking for your mother and was informed she had been heading toward the king’s chambers. His doors were closed with your Uncle Jaime standing guard. Normally when Jaime was outside you would hear moans and other obscene noises from the other side. Instead you heard your parents arguing yet again. You’re about to steer Tommen away until your mother speaks up.

“I will not have my eldest daughter going to the north. Period. Whether it be Starks or Boltons, I will not have it. Nor will she be marrying that dirty old man from the Twins.”

“Seven hells woman! Then who is she to marry?!” Robert Baratheon exclaims. It was clear that they had been talking about it for quite a while from the frustration biting in his voice.

“You can do better.” Cersei hisses. “She deserves better. She’s your first born.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you stare at the massive doors that blocked you from seeing the interaction. You catch your Uncle Jaime looking at you before he puts a finger to his lips; the same gesture he always did when you passed by your father’s room and heard something you weren’t supposed to. All you can manage to do is gawk and continue to not breathe.

“The Tyrells of High Garden have two unmarried sons. Their wealth would be beneficial to us. There are also some Lannister cousins of Casterly Rock and Lannisport that would also prove a good fit for (y/n). Any good house in the west.”

Huffing you hear a loud clinking noise, possibly caused by a flagon of wine bumping into the rim of your father’s goblet. “The Tyrells have one cripple son and the other is to be a knight. She will marry whoever I say. Maybe giving her to Oberyn Martell will get him off my ass about his sister.”

Your father really didn’t care what became of you. Jaw ticking you walk away hurriedly with Tommen in front of you. You didn’t want to hear anymore. There was only one man you dared to fantasize about being with. The only other male besides your Uncle Tyrion and your sweet Tommen who even showed you the slightest bit of warmth. A man everyone feared, a man who could protect you from any harm. Yet he was sworn to protect your rotten brother. You would only ever be a silly little princess to him. You had come to terms with your infatuation with the Hound after you offered him a kiss. It grew worse every day when you saw his towering frame following close behind the smaller one of your bratty brother. Something about the hardness of his face made you shiver in a good way. You remember how close you were to him when he saved you from your rampaging horse. How he picked you up so easily. You wanted his arms around you again. You wanted him to claim you as his and demand your father to allow a marriage. But those were just dreams. Silly, childish, dreams. You knew how this world worked. There was no way you could fool yourself. Sandor Clegane was a rough man and wouldn’t be into such romantic notions nor would he ever ask your king father for your hand in marriage. Robert would marry you off to the highest bidder. He required money to squander on whores and alcohol. Your happiness meant nothing to him, you had always known that. At least your mother cared about you. She would fight for your happiness. Cersei was still a woman though. In the end your father had the final say on all matters.

“(y/n), what were they talking about?” your brother asks innocently. You held onto his tiny hand, it was all you could do to prevent yourself from crying.

Forcing a smile you explain to him that they were choosing your future husband.

At that Tommen beams up at you. “You’re getting married?!”

You laugh at his excitement. “Some day.”

“You’ll be the most prettiest bride!”

Utterly endearing you bend over slightly and kiss his golden crown. “Will you be the one to give me away, sweet lion?”

Lush green eyes sparkle like the jewels your mother loved to wear. You wished a man could look at you with such adoration the same way your baby brother did. Instead you were met with lust filled gazes rather than adoration. Many wanted to fuck you but not love you. Men just wanted you for your body and title.

“Hopefully my husband will be as sweet as you.” You sadly muse knowing that it was very unlikely.

“And I want my wife to be just like you!”

You prayed that at least Tommen and Myrcella were set up with people who would treat them right. They were pure and good hearted, they deserved to be happy.

You saw him off to his lessons with his maester and planned to go see if your Uncle Tyrion was available. Just as you turn around though you come face to face with Ser Jaime Lannister. Apparent that he had followed you and Tommen you couldn’t think of why. He had always shown disdain for you despite you having done nothing to receive his irk.

You chew on your bottom lip before taking another step closer. “Ser Jaime, what can I do for you?”

Heavy gaze narrows toward you that has you clamming up under his scrutiny. Then he smiles. “I remember when Cersei was told she was to marry Robert Baratheon. The same age as you too. She had wanted to marry the Targaryen prince when she was younger but. . . well, we all know how that story ended.”

He had never spoken this much to you, not in all the years you had been alive. It made you nervous. “And? What did my mother do?”

“Not much she could do consider that Robert had just won the Iron Throne and declared king of all of Westeros. She would be his queen. Not really something to protest against.”

“I don’t have any hope of my father finding me a match like that.” Mumbling you knew hesitantly dart your eyes over to your uncle. What was that expression on his face? Remorse? Pity? You couldn’t tell.

Jaime shakes his head. “No. I don’t believe so.”

Sighing you nod. “That’s the way things are I suppose. . .”

“You’re a lot like your mother.” He suddenly says. “Both of you are stubborn, but strong as hell. Whatever happens, I believe you’ll get through it just as she has. You are her daughter.”

His words make you smile. “Thank you. I believe this is the first time we’ve had a heart to heart.”

The man known as the Kingslayer chuckled and playfully shook his head. “This is the first time we’ve really spoken.” Slowly he reaches out toward your dark hair and gingerly pats your head. “You’ll be fine. You’re every bit of your mother. Strong, stubborn, even scary as hell. But you’re also sweet with a kind heart. Any man would be lucky to have you as their wife. They’ll fall in love with you, I’m sure.”

Your chest clenched. “What if they don’t? What if it’s like my mother and father?”

Eyes hardening he holds onto your shoulders. “Then give him hell or your mother most likely will. You know how much she loves her children. And I’d be willing to break a few limbs if he proves to be ungallant.”

Grinning you actually feel a little better. “Thanks Uncle Jaime. Or. . . Ser Jaime I suppose.”

Gently smiling he chucks you underneath your chin and continues on his way, his cloak trailing behind him as he walks down the hall and out of view. Despite his kind and even comforting words though you couldn’t let go of the image of the man you really wanted. Jaime had claimed that any man would fall in love with you, could that possibly imply Sandor as well? Not that it mattered. It would just complicate things more if Sandor did happen to reciprocate your feelings. Which he most likely didn’t.

Chewing on your bottom lip you curl your fingers into your gown. You were your mother’s daughter. You were strong and clever just like Cersei Lannister. You would do what needed to be done despite your feelings. You were a Baratheon, princess of Westeros.

It wasn’t exactly what he had thought of doing when he was younger, but Sandor Clegane hadn’t been given many opportunities to do anything else with his life except serve the Lannister family. It was what the Cleganes had always done ever since his grandfather’s hounds saved Lord Tywin’s own father from a lion. Following around Joffrey Baratheon had it’s perks though; one being the pay was exceptional and he had a roof over his head. He did his job well too, everyone was terrified of him because of his face and his skill with a sword. He supposed he should thank Gregor for that at least if nothing else. He’d thank him someday by plunging his sword into Gregor’s throat.

Trailing behind the young prince like a looming shadow something caught his attention; or rather someone. Sandor peers over the stone balustrade into the courtyard that was lush with shrubbery and trees. It was a laugh that had drawn his attention. A musical laugh he had heard plenty times before, one that he held onto so that he could remember it before he slept.

The eldest Baratheon twirled around with her younger, blonde haired sister. Many times (y/n) Baratheon was all smiles, full of politeness that was taught to her at a very young age. There was a maturity in her emerald eyes though that was beyond her years. She genuinely smiled at Sandor which would always catch the large man off guard. He remembered how she looked at him when she offered him a kiss. She had suggested it so easily. For a minute there he swore that his heart had stopped functioning. She couldn’t have been serious. Someone as beautiful as (y/n) Baratheon wouldn’t want to kiss someone as hideous as Sandor Clegane. (y/n) could have any man she wanted; she was a bloody princess after all! Why would she bother with an old, mean, dog, like Sandor? He had done nothing good in his life to warrant any affection from any woman let alone a princess. Yet there she had stood, bathed in the gentle candle light of the corridor, as she asked him if he would like a kiss as a reward. She had looked almost surreal in that torch glow, a fleeting image with eyes as bright as wildfire. A part of him had urged him forward, to take her face in his large, rough, hands and kiss her like no other man ever has. Kiss her and never let her go. But he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Couldn’t bring himself to taint her. Hands that were covered in blood did not deserve to touch something as pure as her, no matter how much he wanted to. Much to his shame he had day dreamed about fucking her, as he supposed many men did. Undressing her and letting his hands roam her soft body and try to memorize every detail. Kiss those lips that she had so readily offered up to him. It wouldn’t be all about his pleasure though. He wanted to feel her squeeze around him, whether it be his cock or finger and hear her moan for him and him alone. Sandor wanted to bring her pleasure that she had never known.

That of course would never happen. King Robert would marry her off to some wealthy lord and Sandor would never see her again. So every time he managed to catch himself daydreaming he would stop immediately. Daydreaming would get him nowhere. A man like him didn’t daydream. Perhaps young maidens, but not a big, hard, man like Sandor. Daydreaming had stopped for him when his brother thrusted his head into the fire and permanently scarred him for life.

“Stupid things women are.” Joffrey muses. “Even those you’re related to. My mother and Myrcella, even (y/n). She thinks she has the authority of a man. She’ll see her wrong doings once I claim the throne. But she might not be my problem by that time. She should be married off by now. Don’t know what’s taking father so long to get rid of her.”

Like always he kept his mouth shut when Joffrey spoke about his sister like that despite it grating on his nerves. When he caused (y/n)’s horse to go out of control and nearly throw the young princess off, Sandor had half a mind to strangle him. He had always known that his charge was a cruel boy but to purposefully put one’s own sibling in danger was something else. Cruel and mean, just like Gregor. The king and queen did nothing to try and rid Joffrey of these detestable traits. They always turned a blind eye, the queen spoiling him even more. They would end up ruining him further.

Sandor was just a sworn sword though. There was nothing he could do except follow Joffrey around. He hated that more than anything else.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if I convinced father to marry her off to you?” Joffrey chuckled at the thought. “Imagine her face! No prince charming but a dog!”

He stopped paying attention to what was coming out of his wormy mouth and remembered (y/n)’s alluring, striking eyes, that fluttered prettily. The more he recalled her face, the more he was certain that she had been serious about the kiss.

“Not even a kiss from a maiden fair?”

Maybe he had been a fool not to accept it. Who knew if he would ever get the chance again. A moment after that he had thought himself gallant, chivalrous even. He had to remind himself that he was no knight. Just a dog. (y/n) had said a dog was better than a knight though. He couldn’t see how that was possible.

Before continuing on their way Sandor looked over the balustrade one last time and by chance (y/n) had looked up at the same exact moment. Coal black meeting the brilliant flames of wildfire. She smiled up at him and waved. Not for the first time, Sandor felt like she had stolen the breath right out of him. He couldn’t bare to look at her any longer lest he get burned.

Their heads had grown heavy against your shoulders after a while, indicating that they had fallen asleep. Gently you close the book you had been reading and bask in the love you felt for you two younger siblings. Why had Joffrey not turned out like them? Sweet and gentle. Sweet and gentle they may be, yet Myrcella was beginning to show signs of being smart and resilient as well. She would make a man very happy, you were sure.

You sighed and leaned against your bed frame. They didn’t offer you much room to move, keeping you trapped between them. Delicately you brush a stray strand of gold away from Myrcella’s face. What was she dreaming about? Maybe about the dragons you had been ready to them before they fell asleep. Tommen sometimes thought they were scary, but not Myrcella. She was fascinated with them just like you. Maybe you would bring her back a small skull from the cellar room that your uncle had shown you. A bit of Targaryen blood did run in the Baratheons after all.

You hadn’t realized that your mother had been present in your room for a while now. She was smiling at the sight of the three of you. You knew nothing made her happier than seeing her children together.

“Shall I get someone to bring them to their beds?” She whispers.

“No. Let them sleep. They’ll wake soon.”

Cersei quietly makes her way to the edge of your bed and carefully perches herself on the edge. No matter what she did, Cersei was the perfect lady and did everything elegantly. Even sitting seemed like an artform when Cersei did it. “When I look at you with them I start to imagine how wonderful a mother you’ll be.”

Your throat closes and you suddenly find your siblings closeness to be suffocating. “A bit too soon to be thinking about my children.”

“Not at all.” Her voice is sad, her eyes even more so. “(y/n)-”

“I know.” You close your eyes and focus on your breathing. “I know mother. I. . . overheard you and father today. I didn’t mean to, but when I heard that you were talking about my betrothal. . . can you blame me?”

“Of course not.” she sighs and reaches out to hold your hand. “I know this kind of thing isn’t easy. I myself struggled with being married off.”

“You ended up marrying a king though.”

Cersei laughs bitterly. “Yes and you see how our marriage is. You’re smart (y/n), you should know already that things don’t always turn out the way you want them to. No matter who you end up with though I want you to be strong. I know you’ll be strong.”

“Uncle Jaime told me the same thing. And here I thought he never liked me.”

“Why would you think that?”

You shrug. “He’s always been very cold toward me before. I don’t know. Maybe because I don’t look like a Lannister.”

Cersei squeezes your hand in a comforting manner. “My love, your uncle loves you as he does your brothers and sister. You are his blood. Blood means everything to us.”

“Mother. . . did you love anyone before you were to be married to Rob- I mean, father?”

Her eyes try to pry into your true meaning of your question. “Yes.”

You squirm a bit between your siblings. “What did you do when you found out you couldn’t be with them?”

She lets go of your hand and looks away. You had never asked your mother so much about her personal life. By the way she was acting you could only guess it was a sensitive topic. Maybe she still loved that person even now. “I did what I had to do for our family.” That was all she was going to tell you.

You let the subject go.

Something you wished you could do with your affections for the Hound. You tried be logical and list the reasons why you liked him so much. The list went on and on, even beyond the fact that he had saved you. You started thinking back before that had happened. Yes, there was always something there. Perhaps your budding womanhood and hormones played into it. He was the closest man to you that you weren’t related to. There were much younger guards and more attractive as well, but you felt nothing for them. They couldn’t compare to Sandor. Not to you at least. Even the most handsome knight couldn’t get your heart to flutter. They couldn’t arouse you the way Sandor did with just one look at you.

“What are you doing all by yourself?”

You tell your heart to shut up as it pounds frantically in response to Sandor’s voice. Briefly looking over your shoulder you find him standing a few feet away from you in the corridor. Turning your face back to the window you whisper “My father and mother have been discussing who I am to marry.” You don’t know why you’re telling him, he probably didn’t care one lick. “I mean I expected as much, it’s always been my fate, but hearing them barter over me like I’m some animal is a little disheartening.” You shrug. “Oh well.” You don’t know if he’s still there until you hear his feet thump against the ground as he advances. You scold yourself for spewing all that on him. “Sorry. Probably boring, huh?”

“And who would you marry? Some handsome knight or lord. Is that what you’re worried about? Them sending you off to marry someone hideous?”

Shocked to hear the slight annoyance in his voice you clam up slightly. You couldn’t admit to him that that was slightly what you were worried about. He probably already thought you were vain and spoiled like your mother.

“Someone could be beautiful and still be cruel.” You murmur and turn to look up at him. Many thought your brother Joffrey to be handsome but not all handsome men are kind. He had proved to be mean and vicious. “That’s not my main concern. It’s the thought of being sent to a complete stranger. He could be fat for all I care. Just as long as he’s nice. . . I don’t want to be in a marriage like my mother’s. I. . .”

Biting your lip you shake your head and start to walk away.

“You what?”

You turn with sullen eyes and a hint of redness to your cheeks that you didn’t want to admit. “I want love. I want to be loved. It’s ridiculous, I know, but I found myself wanting it. There’s a man here who I have found has total claim to my heart and I’ll never get to tell him nor will I ever get to kiss him despite me having offered my lips to him. I’ve come to terms with the fact that he doesn’t return my affections.” Carefully you steal a look of Sandor, not knowing if he had put two and two together. Your heart raced at the fact you had confessed about your feelings for him.

Wanting to hold your ground as he stared at you you couldn’t help but fidget a bit. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

She couldn’t have meant him. But he couldn’t deny it any longer unless she went around offering kisses to other guards which Sandor didn’t think she did. She wasn’t that kind of lady. (y/n) did have feelings for him. He was reeling at the sudden realization. His brain couldn’t even process it.

Sandor noticed the slight fear that washed over her face as he didn’t say anything. What could he say? He’d never been in such a situation before.

He turned on his heel and walked away.

You didn’t know what you had been expecting. He had probably grown tired of your complaining. No matter what you tried to tell yourself you couldn’t help the devastation that ripped you apart from the inside. It was hard to breathe as you turned away as well and took small steps, your hand clinging to your chest as you bite down on your lip and try not to cry. A foolish little girl you were.

You heard Sandor growl loudly from the other side of the hall “Fuck it.”

A strong hand twirled you around to face him and you could only stare wide eyed at him. Considering you were much smaller than him he had to lean down considerably to kiss you roughly. Exactly as you had imagined a kiss from him would be like you tilt your face ever so slowly to deepen it. Urgent and needing for all of you, something you had never felt from anyone. You had never felt so wanted by anyone. Sure you had seen the glances men gave you, but you never wanted them. You wanted Sandor though. And it so happened he wanted you too. Whether it was purely lust or he truly loved you, you didn’t care at the moment. You wanted more of him. Warmth licked at the walls of your belly as your hands roam up his chest and to his large shoulders. Once the two of you pulled away you were light headed and swimming with desire. Sandor looked at you with half lidded eyes. You had never seen such a gentle look on his face. Even when he had saved you his face had still been stern.

“Why do you want an old dog like me?” He suddenly asks with a rasping voice. “I’m nothing pretty to look at and I’ve killed people.”

Admitting, your hands gingerly move from his shoulders to cup his scruffy, burned, face. You gave him plenty of time to pull your hands away if he didn’t want to be touched. But he let you caress his face. “I’ve asked myself that question for quite a while.” You notice him shudder under your feather light touch. Had he ever experienced a gentle touch before? Surely his mother must’ve held and kissed him when he was younger. You realized you knew so little about him besides the fact that his brother had shoved his face into a fire at such a young age. Sandor’s gaze is unrelenting but you find it so comforting. “Even before you saved me from Blue Moon. I had always assumed it was a stupid little crush because you were the only kind man around me other than my Uncle Tyrion or Tommen.”

That makes him scoff. “Kind?”

You nod. “Yes, kind. All other men feign at being kind in hopes of me letting them under my skirt. My father doesn’t care for me and I know for certain Joffrey would rather have me dead. But you. . . You were different. True, you’re rough and a brute. Terrifying to everyone. That’s what your brother made you though. That’s what you have to do to survive in this world. I found myself admiring you too. Among other things. . .” Blushing you retrieve your hands from his face.

“You’re a weird one.” Sandor grumbles, averting his dark gaze from you. You note the hint of shyness that made his movement more coy.

Everything about him was endearing to you and the more you fell in love with him, the more you discovered about the towering man. He was insecure, self-conscious, and unknowingly craving a gentle human touch. Sandor was completely perplexed by your affections and you realized he might be even more so confused of his own feelings. The fact he had walked away at first revealed to you that he had been trying to restrain himself. Whatever he felt for you though was too much for him to maintain control over. You still feel pressure on your lips and you knew that you wanted more. Ever the greedy princess, you wanted all of Sandor Clegane. You didn’t know how to go about enticing him for more though. Getting him to kiss you had been like pulling teeth. You tried to think what any other woman would do. You tried thinking what your mother would do and the answer was simple: she would demand it. Could you be brazen enough to demand that Sandor join you in your bed? You were still so young and didn’t know much about that area of life. He would possibly think you still a child if you mucked things up.

You didn’t want him to think you loose though. Instead you balanced on your tippy toes to kiss him again. Sandor growled as he wrapped an arm around your waist. The only sound was the echoing of your kisses and the soft gasp that you let out when he pressed you against the wall. His coarse beard was rough against your face, but you took pleasure from it and in all the rough affection he delivered to you. Arousal made your legs weak as his large hands deftly roam over your body and slightly hikes up your leg to wrap around his waist. Sandor was fully supporting your body now as you were completely lifted off of the ground. Nose brushing against your’s, his lips ghost over your swollen ones as you pant slightly.

“You’re a troublesome girl.” He roughly tells you but the look in his eyes tells you something differently.

Normally in a hunt it was a hound’s duty to chase down deer. You went against the natural order of things. This time it was the doe who sought after the hound.

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Challenge - Jaime Lannister

Jaime x Fem!reader Tyrell

Warnings: GOT

Word count: 526

Summary: Jaime’s only showed Y/n what everyone says about him and his family. That's not going to win her over.

Authors Note: I read an imagine with a similar idea and I want to make something similar to it.

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“Are you following me, Ser Jaime?” Y/n asked having noticed her seemingly constant shadow.

“Now why would you think that?” He questioned back, deciding to join her since she had caught him. He had followed her wondering what she did all the time when she disappeared into the city.

“Because everywhere I seem to turn.” She answered glancing over to him for a second before turning her attention foreward again, handing a little wooden horse to the child infront of her with a smile. “You’re there.” Y/n finished watching the child run off smiling.

“Maybe we just so happen to have the same interests.” Jaime shrugged his shoulders, and started following her through the streets of Kings Landing.

Y/n scoffed at his words. “Taking care of the lower born people doesn’t sound like a Lannister thing to do. Defifently not an interest of yours, I’m sure.”

“What makes you say that?” he asked with furrowed brows. Jaime felt a little offended at her statement.

“Flashing your Lannister gold at all your problems may be the main reason.” Y/n said with an agitated tone, that’s all he had shown her since she’d been there to see if a marriage between them to unite their respective houses would work. And it made her mad.

Jaime nodded reluctantly. That is what he had shown her, that’s normally what other lady’s fawned over. But apparently Y/n Tyrell was different. “I will admit that is all I have shown you, yes.”

“If you want me to think differently about you then show me.” Her words made him stop in his tracks and look at her, with his mouth slightly open in his shock. Y/n took a deep breath softing the look in her eyes before she continued. “Show me who you truly are. She me what lie’s beneath what you show to the world. Show me the true Jaime Lannister.”

Y/n continued walking as Jaime stood in place thinking about her words. It didn’t take him long to make up his mind. He couldn’t deny that of what he’s seen he did really enjoy Y/n’s presence and being married to her could actually be an enjoyable existence. Maybe even more than just enjoyable.

“I accept.” He said after a moment of thought, stopping her in her tracks.

“Excuse me?” She turned around upon hearing him confused at his choice of words.

“I accept the challenge to show you who I truly am.” Jaime he smiled at her, confident in his decision.

Y/n laughed shaking her head in amusement. “It wasn’t meant to be a challenge.”

“Oh, but I’m taking it as one.” Jaime smirked as he walked over to her. He planned on proving to her that he wasn’t who he’s been showing her he is. Raising his arms out to the side smiling brightly. “I’ll prove to you I am more than what I’ve showed you.”

Y/n smiled at the blonde and nodded back excited to see the real him, and amused at what possible ways he will use to show her the real him. “I look forward to it.”

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atomic--peach · 10 months

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Her Grace's Handmaiden Pt 23

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

SMUT: male masturbation )

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

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

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

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

Speaking of dogs.

She shook her head.

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

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

You'd still be here, of course.

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

But that was nonsense, Cersei knew that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could have given them more, Cersei frowned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you must be so worried, Cersei realized.

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

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

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

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"You asked to see me, your grace?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lancel stared at the ceiling over his bed blankly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And in the end, they won, despite everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#cersei lannister x reader #her grace's handmaiden #game of thrones fanfiction #lancel lannister #game of thrones smut

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megsironthrone · 7 months

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I Hate That I Don't Hate You (Part 1 of 2)

Based on this request: Can I request a Jaime x reader. Maybe themed around 10 things I hate about you? Her as Kat and him as Patrick. She’s a Stark and maybe they can only pair off Sansa when reader is so they ask Jaime to charm her but they end up falling for each other?

Here you are, lovelies! *Familiar characters are NEVER mine!* Also, this was getting rather long, so I've split it into 2 parts.

Warnings: Modern/Movie based AU (10 Things I Hate About You), angst, a smidge of fluff.

Pairings/Characters: Jaime Lannister x fem!Stark reader, mentions of other Starks, Tyrion, and Podrick.

Jaime stared at the two men in front of him. "Perhaps I misheard. You want me to…what?"

"Ask Y/N Stark on a date." Jaime blinked in surprise before gazing around to see if he could spot you. This was not what he expected from today. At all. "Why?" he finally asked when he couldn't see you. The young man in front of him sighed. "A mutual acquaintance wants to go out with Sansa, but Sansa can't date until her older sister does. You're about the same age and seem like the kind of guy she'd go for."

"What's in it for me?" Jaime asked. "What do you want?" Jaime let his eyes wander again. This time, he did spot you in the crowd. "Hold that thought," he replied before getting up to approach you. You friend spotted Jaime before you did and gestured in his direction. Your head snapped over to him.

Jaime supposed, up close, you were rather attractive. For a Stark, anyway. As he drew nearer to you, you cocked a brow at him. "Is there a reason I'm being graced with all your glorious majesty this morning, Lannister, or am I just unlucky?" you snarked, earning a giggle from your friend who Jaime now recognized as Margaery Tyrell. Oh this was going to cost Tyrion and Podrick. Still, Jaime liked a challenge and you were certainly a challenge.

When Jaime didn't reply, you simply rolled your eyes and turned away. Jaime walked back to Tyrion. "I do this, the two of you owe me. Big time. Y/N Stark is not a woman easily tamed." Both Tyrion and Podrick agreed and Jaime smiled. Let the fun begin.

*time skip. Your POV*

"What the hells is Lannister's problem?" you grumbled, shoving the note into your locker before grabbing your books and slamming the door fiercely. You jumped at the sight of Jaime standing next to you yet again. You sighed loudly. Why wouldn't he just leave you alone? "My problem is that my charm seems to be failing me. I've been trying to get your attention for weeks now."

"What do you want? Seriously, three weeks ago, you didn't even know my name and now you won't leave me be," you told him, exasperated. You began to walk away when his next words froze you in place. "I want to date you." You slowly turned to face him as your mouth hung open in shock. "You what?"

"Just one date, Y/N. If you still hate me after, you'll never have to speak to me again." You narrowed your eyes at him. He was being suspiciously nice to you. Aside from Tyrion, most Lannisters avoided or hated your family. Still, you'd never had anyone else brave enough to ask you out. You thought about Sansa, who desperately wanted to date another boy in school but couldn't unless you dated first.

You let out another long sigh and nodded. "Fine, Lan-Jaime. One date." The smirk on Jaime's face grew. You held up a hand to stop him from speaking, "BUT! I reserve the right to leave at any time." Jaime nodded. "Great. Pick you up Friday at 7." He jogged away before you could argue. You shook your head wondering what you'd just gotten yourself into.

That Friday, you sighed as you waited for Jaime's car to pull into driveway. "Where are you going?" Sansa asked you. "Out, Sansa. On a…date." Sansa's face lit up with excitement. If you hit it off with your date, Sansa would be able to start dating. But when your date pulled up and she realized it was Jaime Lannister, her face fell. There was no way the two of you would get along well enough.

"Jaime Lannister?" she asked quietly, but not quietly enough for your father not to hear. "What about Jaime Lannister?"

"Y/N's got a date with him," Sansa announced and you rolled your eyes. "A date?" Another sigh. "Yes, a date. He asked…more like begged, and I said yes. That's it. Nothing more." Before anyone could argue, the bell rang and you raced to answer it before any of your siblings could. When the door was open, you froze a little.

Jaime Lannister was a good looking guy. There was absolutely no denying that. You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice before, but this was completely different. You couldn't tell what it was, but he exuded confidence and something else that you felt guilty thinking about with your younger siblings in the room.

It wasn't until Jaime cleared his throat that you realized you were staring. You glanced at his face to see that damned smirk of his gracing his lips yet again. "Let's go, Lannister. If this date's a bust, I'd like to be back home before my show comes on." Jaime laughed and offered his arm to you. You took it and let him lead you to his car as you mentally prepared yourself for a long night.

*Jaime's POV*

Jaime did his best to impress you, but nothing seemed to work. You just weren't a easy nut to crack. You didn't trust people at all, but Jaime was determined to change that. He wasn't about to fail. Not when Tyrion was counting on him. Plus, you were the first woman to not give a damn about his family's influence or wealth. It was nice.

As the night went on, however, you seemed to loosen up a bit. Jaime even got you to smile once. That was a win in his book considering how long it had taken just to get that. When Jaime pulled into your driveway after your date had come to an end, you shifted in your seat to face him as best you could.

"Alright, Jaime. I have to admit that wasn't the complete disaster I thought it would be." Jaime chuckled, his voice filling the car. "High praise indeed, Miss Stark." Your rolled your eyes, but smiled at him again anyway. Jaime continued, "Would you want to do it again?" Your brows rose a little and you asked if he was sure he wanted to go out with you again.

In that moment, Jaime swore you were one of the most adorable people he'd ever met. He had never seen you look so unsure. "Yeah. Why not? We had fun, I like your company. And your face isn't too bad either…when you're not scowling at me, that is." You playfully glared at him and sat in silence for a moment while you contemplated your answer. "I suppose one more date couldn't hurt. Just to make sure this was actually a good one." Jaime laughed again as you climbed out of the car.

Your and Jaime's relationship seemed to advance quickly after that first date. And day-by-day, Jaime became more and more enamored by you. You were so much more than the frosty woman people thought you were. Underneath that icy exterior was a warm, kind, and compassionate person. You loved fiercely and loyally. You were also so intelligent, even helping Jaime with his coursework from time to time. Your quick wit and sharp tongue could even put Tyrion to shame sometimes. Jaime found himself falling head over heels in love with you. There was only one problem. His agreement with Tyrion.

The guilt began to gnaw at Jaime the more time he spent with you. But it was only after your fifth date, when you let him kiss you, that Jaime decided enough was enough. To this very day, Jaime had no clue why he chose to confront Tyrion at school that day instead of at home. Maybe it was because Podrick was with him. But with just a few words, Jaime's world came crashing down.

"The deal's off," he told the two younger men, "I won't do it anymore. I should have never agreed to it in the first place." Tyrion arched a brow and smirked. "Could it be that my dear brother has developed feelings for a certain Stark sister?"

"Tyrion, this isn't a game. I don't care. You don't owe me anything. I was stupid to ask Y/N for a profit anyway." Tyrion didn't reply, his gaze somewhere behind Jaime. Jaime felt ice creep down his spine when, from behind him, he heard, "You asked me out…for a bribe?"

(a/n: I hope like it! The second part is almost finished and will hopefully be posted in a few days!)

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raspberryfingers · 1 year

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A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 16)

WARNING: Gore, Ellaria Sand post Oberyn's death

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I was walking in the garden with Tywin, and it was a beautiful day out. For once, it seemed rather quiet in the gardens, which I attributed to people being so busy with Tommen and Margaery’s wedding.

But, after what Tywin and I had done last night, I assumed he felt it was only the gentlemanly thing to spend some time with me this morning.

And, chatting with him while I held his arm was never something I got tired of. It made me proud to walk on his arm, especially knowing that there were so few people he’d ever let touch him that way.

“I’ve gotten word of some group, called the sparrows. A bunch of religious fanatics, followers of the seven,” he told me, irritation clear in his voice.

“Do you think it’ll amount to anything?” I questioned, not sure whether or not we ought to be worried about them.

“No, not so long as I’m alive. If it does, it won’t for long,” he scoffed, looking around the garden. I only smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder.

We walked a bit more, finding ourselves in a more secluded area. When we were, Tywin stopped and kissed me. It was rather random, but there was a sense of fun in kissing somewhere so open.

“You shouldn’t do that,” I said with a smile, pulling away after a few moments.

“No, I shouldn’t,” he muttered, arm still around my waist. He looked at me for a moment longer and then offered his arm again, continuing to walk with me.

“Lady (Y/N)!”

I turned my head, finding Jaime coming up to the two of us. I was surprised to hear him call for me and not his father.

“Ser Jaime, is everything alright?” I asked, still holding his father’s arm as I turned around to face him. He approached us, swallowing and then sighing.

“Yes, I uh- well, I’m afraid I have a favor to ask,” he said awkwardly. I watched Tywin raise an eyebrow in the corner of my eye.

“Which is?”

“Perhaps we could speak in private?” Jaime requested, and I knew it would not go over well. I had a feeling Jaime knew that too, but took his chances.

“What requires discussion that your own father can’t hear?” Tywin asked snidely, a sharp edge to his voice. Jaime opened his mouth and sighed.

“Cersei has received what she believes is a threat. Myrcella’s necklace in the jaw of a metal snake,” Jaime said, hands clasped behind his back. My eyebrows lifted a bit, wondering how I came into this.

“And this is Lady (Y/N)’s concern, why?” Tywin inquired, rather tense beside me.

“Cersei wants Myrcella home, and I’ve… I’ve told her I would do it. But I obviously cannot do it alone,” Jaime said, raising up his golden hand.

“And you’re asking me to accompany you?” I asked, wondering if that was his meaning. Tywin looked furious.

“I’m asking Tyrion’s sellsword, Bronn, to accompany me as well. He’s a bit of a character, but ultimately a skilled fighter,” Jaime explained.

“No. You will not take her with you. If you’re stupid enough to desire taking on this ‘mission’ yourself, you most certainly will not put Lady (Y/N) at risk,” Tywin said, fire in his eyes as he looked at his son.

“She’s the best fighter in King's Landing! I’m in more danger than she is, really,” Jaime tried to reason, making Tywin chuckle and look away, face finally twisting with annoyance.

“Good.”

Jaime looked at Tywin with wide eyes, and I could sense deep down he was hurt. I placed my hand on Tywin’s shoulder and stepped forward.

“Jaime, if I were to say yes, you do realize I’d have to miss my sister's wedding, don’t you?” I said, pointing out something that was quite a matter of interest to me. The only Tyrell present at my sister's wedding would be my father, and that was not ideal.

“I understand that, yes. It’s what I thought would be your biggest problem. I know it’s unfair of to ask, but-“

I shook my head, already decided.

“I’ll talk to my sister first, but with her consent, I will go with you, Jaime. I’ve met Bronn before, he’s quite good. I’m sure the two of us plus you will do just fine,” I said, making Jaime nod.

“Thank you, I-“

“No. You are not going, (Y/N),” Tywin scowled, grabbing my arm. I gave him a look, sighing.

“I’m not going to get myself killed, Tywin. I told you after the fight and I’m going to tell you again, I’m not a slave here,” I whispered, and Jaime awkwardly looked away. There was a bird chirping somewhere, and he seemed intent on figuring out where.

“And what if you did get yourself killed? What then?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed with frustration. There was a slight twitch in his eye, and I knew he was afraid.

“I’m not going to. Trust me, two men need a woman to help them think. We’ll be safe, Tywin. I promise. You know I never break my promises,” I assured him, taking his hands in mine. He looked me over, face tense and body language nervous. He turned to Jaime then.

“If anything should happen to her, you’d better pray I never see your face again, let alone hear your name,” Tywin threatened, staring his son down. Jaime swallowed and nodded. After a few moments, I cleared my throat.

“When do we leave?”

“Ideally, this afternoon,” Jaime said, clearly dreading annoyance or anger. I merely nodded. I would talk to Margaery and all would be well.

“I’ll see you at the docks, Jaime,” I said, dismissing him. He quickly left the two of us alone, and Tywin sighed.

“Are you going to listen if your sister tells you she wants you here?” He asked me, knowing me quite well. I smiled and looked down.

“No, probably not. I’ve already been to her other two weddings, I’m certain she’ll get through this one without me. But… Tywin, if anything should go wrong, can I trust you to look after her? My father is not… the most competent man, and Margaery’s safety and well-being is of vital importance to me,” I said, wishing to make certain we were on the same page about this.

Tywin nodded, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Despite his nerves and agitation, he would at the very least do what I’d asked of him.

And to me, that meant the world.

—————

Bronn had joined our group quite willingly, and I suspected a major factor—besides the money Jaime promised him—was me.

Normally that kind of flirtation would’ve bothered me, but Bronn was so damned funny I found I didn’t even mind it.

“Say, do you think your old man will cut my head off if I call ‘er pretty one too many times?” Bronn asked Jaime, looking over at me. I was leaning on the railing of the ship, and I suspected they didn’t realize the wind was blowing in my direction.

“I think you’d better hope he never finds out you’ve done it at all. You ought to be more careful flirting with ladies, you know,” Jaime warned, also taking the chance to reprimand him.

“I don’t think she minds, she’s been laughing at all my jokes. Your father might have all the money and all the brains a highborn girl requires, but I’ll bet you she doesn’t smile much with that sour prick.”

“Hey, he’s still my father. Watch your mouth.”

“Pardon me, my lord.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I listened to their banter. It reminded me of my own men, if I was honest. Banter like that was something I’d long been familiar with and quite enjoyed. Though, Bronn truly had no clue how much I did smile and laugh around Tywin. There was no harm done in letting him think he was special, though.

Currently, the three of us were taking passage on a ship. Once it got close enough to Dorne, we’d row to the shore from there and make our way in from the coast. We expected we’d reach that point any minute now, thankfully.

I was getting awfully bored of being on such a dull ship. Not to mention, I did miss Tywin. Of course, it had only been a week or so, but knowing that it would likely be several more before I saw him again was difficult for me to bear.

“Lady (Y/N), it’s time.”

I turned around, finding Jaime right behind me. I nodded, following him as a smaller boat was lowered into the water. Carefully, he went down, followed by me and then by Bronn.

“You know, my lady, I’ve been meaning to tell you that I watched your fight at the tourney. It was quite impressive, I must say,” Bronn revealed as we got settled into the boat. It seemed I was going to row with him, as Jaime couldn’t with one hand.

“I’m glad you thought so, Ser. It’s probably the best fight I’ve ever had. Though, most of it was no competition at all,” I said, grinning at him. He laughed and nodded.

“Never thought I’d live to see a girl as pretty as you be so good at fighting,” he flirted, making me raise a playful eyebrow.

“I’m afraid I’m not as good at rowing,” I remarked, waves quite rough beneath us. I couldn’t recall a single time in my life I’d ever had to row a boat before. There was always room for self betterment, though.

“Well, that’s alright. Give me your oar, I don’t mind,” Bronn said, reaching out. Jaime merely groaned, clearly tired of watching his friend flirt with me. I didn’t mind though, it was at least entertaining if nothing else.

“I’ll do no such thing. I ought to learn how, after all. I’m not always going to have men like you around to do it for me,” I shot back, making him chuckle. The light flirtation didn’t mean anything to me, as I was quite certain Bronn knew nothing would come of it. Nevertheless, he was certainly a charmer.

“The two of you ought to quit that, I’m going to regret bringing you,” Jaime interrupted, disgust visible on his face.

“We’re just joking around, Lannister. The lady here is Lord Tywin’s, I know that. I may be stupid but I’m not that stupid,” Bronn scoffed, making me smile into my lap. It certainly was something to be having secret—well, they weren’t really that secret—relations with the most formidable man in Westeros.

“I’m not having any relations with Lord Tywin, you know. They’re merely rumors, and quite ridiculous if you ask me,” I said after a moment, making Bronn laugh and shake his head.

“You’re not fucking Lord Tywin and I hate brothels and money,” he said simply, leaning back as he rowed. Jaime looked vastly uncomfortable, and I merely sighed. I could see my own breath, oddly enough. The Starks were right.

Winter was coming.

“If you’d like to believe it, Ser Bronn.”

“Well you haven’t lifted your skirts for me, and I think that says enough. Most ladies grow up all proper and boring, and the second they’re around a man like me-“

“It’s worth noting, Ser Bronn, that I personally do not believe myself to be proper, or boring for that matter,” I interrupted, making him smile.

“No, I suppose not.”

Our boat reached the shore, and Jaime helped me step out onto the sand before pulling in the boat with Bronn. I looked around, trying to see if there was anywhere that might be good for us to sleep.

I made my way up one of the dunes, finding a nice little dip for us to stay without being seen.

“Boys, over here,” I called to them, watching their heads perk up in response. They both looked at each other, and then made their way over to me. I smiled as they struggled to make it up the dune.

“I figure we can stay here tonight, it’s not obvious,” I said, to which Bronn nodded.

“Aye, good find m’lady.”

We carefully stepped down into the small valley and set ourselves up there. The top I was wearing cropped above my stomach, but was thankfully long sleeved and hooded. There were also two leather straps across the front, providing a bit of extra support. I was also wearing rather light, baggy pants that went just above my hips, supporting my belt well. And for shoes of course, I had a nice set of leather boots which were worn down enough to be quite comfortable.

As far as weapons, I’d brought both of my daggers, but I’d opted for my old sword, as I feared a giant Valyrian steel sword might be distracting. The daggers were tucked away, and therefore not much of an issue.

“Lady (Y/N), if you get cold in the night, feel free to cuddle up next to me. I won’t complain,” Bronn said, grinning as I undid my belt and let it drop in the sand. I was going to make some snarky comment, but Jaime beat me to it.

“You know, Bronn, if you keep that up, House Lannister will start singing a song about you for the next hundred years,” Jaime joked, obviously referencing what had happened to the Reyne’s.

“They make it as good as the rains of castamere, and maybe I won’t mind,” Bronn shot back.

We all laughed, settling into the sand and getting comfortable. I pulled my hood up, of course, knowing the sand would never get out of my hair if I didn’t.

I fell asleep before the two men did, but it still felt odd to sleep on my own this way. I’d been getting used to sleeping in Tywin’s bed, to sharing his warmth and hearing his soft breathing.

I missed him so much.

—————

When I woke up, the sun was barely rising over the sea, and Jaime was still asleep. I found Bronn sitting at the top of the dune, watching the pink and orange rays fill the sky.

I smiled to myself, quietly rising and brushing myself off before joining him. He was surprised to see me, both eyebrows raising as his head turned.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I remarked, taking a seat beside him and smiling.

“Aye, it is. My mother used to get up before the sun to go work. I’d always pretend to be asleep, but I remember what the sky looked like every morning when she kissed my forehead and left for the day,” he reminisced, sighing and letting his hands hang between his bent knees.

“I used to get up early to go and train. For as long as I can remember, I’d wanted to be in the history books. I still do, if I’m honest. To a little girl, how else can you do that besides winning battles?” I admitted, thinking about my childhood. Every minute I didn’t spend studying I spent learning to use my sword properly.

“Well, you’ve certainly learned to use your sword. And your daggers, it’s quite impressive really,” he complimented. The breeze out was nice, and I couldn’t help but watch the birds on the shore enjoy their breakfast as the waves moved in and out.

“Thank you. We ought to fight each other sometime. I’ve been practicing with Lord Tywin, but the way you fight is entirely different. It’s clever, and I’d like to refine my instincts that way,” I admitted, knowing that while my traditional swordsmanship was excellent, I could use some more practice with tricks and such.

“Sure, why not. Lannister down there’s paying me to help him train his other hand, but I’ll give it to you for free since you’re so pretty. Not to mention, it might actually be a decent fight,” he said, making me laugh softly as we both turned to look at Jaime, who was sound asleep. I was beginning to wonder why he’d come with us at all.

“We should go wake him up, it’s going to get unbearably hot if we wait too much longer,” I reasoned, watching Bronn get up and stretch. He extended his hand after a moment, and I took it, standing before slowly making my way down the dune.

I was about to reach for Jaime when I felt Bronn’s hand on my arm, and he quickly pulled me back.

“Careful there, don’t want to mess with that fucker,” he whispered, and I noticed a snake coming straight towards Jaime. Bronn pulled out his blade, and the noise seemed to wake Jaime.

His eyes went wide, quickly moving as Bronn threw the dagger right at the striped creature. I would’ve been terrified to wake up that way too, in all fairness.

“Breakfast,” Bronn said, plucking his knife from the ground.

After that, we sat around the small fire as Bronn cooked it, and I had to admit I’d never eaten a snake before. Perhaps I’d let it serve as a metaphor.

“That would’ve been a shit way to die,” Bronn remarked as he turned it over, sniffling a bit to clear his nose. I assumed the sand in the wind didn’t bode well for any of us.

“As far as I’ve seen, they’re all shit ways to die,” Jaime replied, pulling on his glove with a sigh. The two men continued to discuss the subject, pointing out that at least Jaime’s death would make a good song. And, additionally discussing how we’d all like to go.

“What about you, Lady (Y/N)? How would you like to die?” Jaime questioned. I finished my bite, trying to ignore the texture of the snake in favor of protein.

“Riding straight into a thousand men or more, fighting to protect either my family or the realm. A bit dramatic, yes, but it’s what I’ve always wanted. Most women die surrounded by their sons and daughters, perhaps even their grandchildren. That idea has never satisfied me, I suppose it’s why I’ve always been so afraid of marriage. I’m afraid that’s what it would reduce me to,” I admitted, thinking about what would’ve happened to me if Tywin hadn’t interfered with my betrothal to Walder Frey’s son. I merely shook my head.

“Well, Lord Tywin let you be stupid and come here, didn’t he?” Bronn pointed out, to which Jaime looked away awkwardly. I felt bad for him, as it must’ve been odd to hear about your father loving some woman so much when he’d never said a kind word to you.

“He did, but I’m obviously not going to marry Tywin Lannister,” I said, setting aside the snake, as I’d already eaten at least half.

“Can you be candid with me, (Y/N)? Does my father love you?” Jaime suddenly asked, fidgeting with the strings on his glove. I raised my eyebrows, not expecting him to ask such a question. I stayed quiet, not sure how to reply. Tywin and I had agreed not to tell anyone, after all.

“I won’t tell Cersei, I promise. If he does- and- and if you love him, well I guess I’d just like to know. I’d like to know if my father is capable of it. Because well, I know he loved my mother, but everyone said the best part of him died with her… and since then, well, I don’t know,” Jaime rambled, eyes moving around as he glanced at the sand beneath his feet. I felt it was right to tell him.

“I cannot speak for your father, Jaime, but he’s told me that he does—that he loves me—many times. And you know your father isn’t fond of telling lies,” I revealed, watching Bronn chuckle to himself and shake his head as Jaime processed it.

“And you love him back?” He asked softly, looking up but not raising his head.

“I do.”

“What did I fucking say? Enough of this shit, it’s time we get a move on,” Bronn interrupted, standing up and covering the fire in sand. Jaime and I both did the same, awkwardly glancing at each other before grabbing all our stuff and getting ready to set out.

Although Jaime had wanted to take a more secretive approach to bringing Myrcella home, I knew it most assuredly wouldn’t end well, and that we ought to just try and be diplomatic.

Of course, on our way to Sunspear, it was important to be secretive. If people discovered that we’d arrived, there was a very real chance the Sand Snakes would reach Myrcella before we could.

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Reaching Sunspear had not gone as we’d planned. In short, it had included killing four guards, taking their horses, and trying to blend in with a group headed for the capital of Dorne.

And of course, I could not forget the wonderful duet Bronn and I had done of ‘The Dornishman’s wife.’

Now that we’d gotten here, we intended to find Prince Doran. However, as we made our way through the Water Gardens, we found Myrcella kissing a young man quite passionately.

“Well she’s made herself right at home,” Bronn remarked, making me laugh softly. Jaime completely ignored him, however, and the three of us approached them.

“Myrcella,” Jaime said softly, catching her attention as she broke away from the boy and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Uncle Jaime? I don’t understand, what are you doing here?” She questioned, gathering her yellow skirts and approaching us.

“Come, Myrcella, let’s get inside, we need to-“

“I am Trystane Martell,” the boy introduced, stepping forward.

“Trystane is my intended,” Myrcella explained with a smile. Bronn and I grinned at each other as Jaime got all awkward.

“Ah, excellent,” Jaime replied, awkwardly shaking his outreached hand with his left.

“We weren’t expecting you, Lord Jaime, and..?” He questioned, looking at Bronn and I.

“(Y/N) Tyrell. This is Ser Bronn of the Blackwater,” I introduced, making Bronn bow his head.

“Your grace.”

Myrcella and Trystane looked at each other with clear confusion. It seemed things were becoming more suspicious to them, understandably so.

“Uncle Jaime, what’s going on?” Myrcella questioned warily, licking her lips and reaching for Trystane.

“I’ll explain but first let’s go inside, we need to go inside and-“

Just then, a whip was cast around Jaime’s hand and he was pulled back. In seemingly perfect timing, we were faced with the sand snakes.

Jaime managed to get free, and we all prepared to fight. There were three of them, and three of us. I felt an excitement somewhere deep down, but the two men beside me simply looked panicked and annoyed.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Bronn sighed as I looked back at the two kids. Well, not kids, but they were younger than me at least.

“Trystane, don’t let them near her!” I called, to which he nodded frantically and took out his own sword, getting closer to Myrcella and shielding her.

The fight began then, Jaime against the girl with a spear, Bronn against the one with a whip, and me against the girl with her daggers.

I left my sword sheathed, removing my own daggers instead. Yes, this would be a good fight.

The girl lunged toward me, blades like claws as she tried to jab at me. It was reassuring that I’d gotten quite good at dodging during my many years of fighting men whose strength I couldn’t match.

I advanced on her then, grinning as she snarled at me.

“There’s poison on your daggers, isn’t there?” I questioned, noticing the unusual gleam. Her eyes widened a bit, like she wouldn’t have expected me to know that.

“That’s alright, there’s some on mine as well,” I said, distracting her and motioning to slice at her stomach, causing her to try and block, just so I could cut her shoulder. She gritted her teeth, and I saw the fear enter her eyes for just a moment, then it was gone.

“I have the antidote, don’t worry. If you fight well enough to make me need the one in your necklace, perhaps we can trade,” I challenged, making her yell and charge at me. I smiled, managing to block her blows once more.

“Don’t fight with your anger, it makes you sloppy and weak. Take a deep breath and use your head, not just your limbs,” I suggested, pushing her back and watching as she regained her footing.

“You talk too much,” she scowled, standing me off. I knew she would charge first, though. Fighters like her always would.

“Do you think so? It often has this effect, it’s quite nice, really. And, I’m going to keep talking until I get tired of your failure and decide to kill you. So, come now, let’s see you try your hardest. Maybe if I’m intrigued enough I’ll let you live,” I said, watching the flame spark in her eyes. This girl had the potential to wound me, I knew that, but she was going to have to work a bit harder to do so.

She charged then, just like I knew she would, and I continued to block her. I saw her eyebrows furrow, like she was attempting to process my moves and what I would do next.

I watched the anger drain from her as she took a deep breath, and as I managed to add another cut to her shoulder, she only inhaled. Good, she was improving, slowly but surely.

Of course, I still managed to knock one of her blades away, and I thought she might get angry but, but no. I tricked her again, motioning somewhere else with my eyes so she would presume.

She raised up her only blade, and she was about to stab into my arm, so I decided to rely on a trick I’d only just recently begun to practice.

The gods were in my favor, though, because I managed to drop the blade in my left hand into my belt before grabbing her wrist, stopping her before she could touch me at all.

She struck at me then, though, dropping her blade into her other hand and stabbing into my right thigh. I hissed out, and quickly brought my right dagger into—or rather through—her forearm. I grabbed my left dagger from my belt again to press against her other wrist, which was still holding her own blade in my thigh.

She screamed out as I stabbed through her entire arm, and I presumed that I had just narrowly missed the bone. Her scream caused the other two snakes to look over, and Jaime and Bronn disarmed them rather quickly afterwards. All four of them watched us.

“Good girl, hm? You sank your fangs in, but at what cost?” I praised, though I slowly began to twist my knife inside her arm. Her screaming continued, and I smiled.

“I won’t kill you, dear girl. You earned the right to keep your life. Do you want me to stop doing that?” I asked after a moment, still letting my blade agitate the wound.

“Yes!” She screamed, tears rushing down her face.

“Do you know who I am?” I asked, ignoring her pleas for another moment or two. She nodded, shaking slightly.

“Ask me, go on,” I whispered.

“Who- who are you?” she cried, gritting her teeth as she asked it.

I leaned in, trying my best to ignore the pain in my own thigh. She thankfully couldn’t twist her blade due to my own being right there, ready to cut her entire hand off should she dare to try it.

“Have you heard the name (Y/N) Tyrell? If not, then perhaps the Nightshade of the Garden?” I questioned, watching her eyes go wide.

“Y-You’re the Nightshade of the Garden?” She gasped, tears still flowing as she shook. I gave her a nod and a smile.

Just then, several of the Martell guards arrived, demanding that we drop our weapons. The girl and I looked at each other, wondering how this would work. Her blood was beginning to drip onto the floor.

“Bronn, put your weapon down and rip off a piece of your sleeve. A big one, please,” I said, not facing him. Everyone else had already yielded to the guards, but naturally we were not exactly in a position to just ‘put our weapons down.’

I heard Bronn step over, and I heard the cloth tear.

“Don’t remove your knife from my thigh, I’ll do it myself. Lift up your free hand, first,” I said, knowing I was in a position of power. Slowly, she did as I said, and I relaxed a little, putting my other blade away.

“Do you want me to take my dagger out or would you rather do it yourself?” I asked her, watching her swallow.

“Y-You do it.”

I nodded, pulling it out as fast and clean as I could. She screamed out again, falling to the floor, and I motioned for Bronn to help her wrap it.

I put the bloodied dagger away, and looked down at my own thigh. It was certainly not going to be fun to remove.

“Hey, look at me. You’re a pretty crier, you know. Plus, not even the best men in Westeros can land a hit on that one, and you did,” Bronn whispered, wrapping the cloth tight around her forearm. I would’ve smiled if the blade in my leg didn’t hurt so damn bad, because leave it to Bronn to comfort and compliment a woman that gladly would’ve killed him a few moments ago.

One of her sisters came over, helping her up and glaring at us. The girl looked at me through her tears.

“Trade… we need to trade,” she said quietly, reaching for her necklace with her undamaged hand.

I nodded, taking out the antidote for the poison I’d used and holding out my hand.

We traded, just like I’d said, and I watched her down the liquid. We looked at each other with a general, mutual respect, and I knew she understood I was going to take the antidote after removing the knife from my leg, preferably not in front of everyone.

It was in my thigh, after all.

“Come on, let’s move it!”

Bronn looked at me, raising his eyebrows and extending his arms. I nodded, and he picked me up. I winced, but allowed it nonetheless. It reminded me of Tywin, and I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about what he was going to say when we all returned to King's Landing. I was certain both Jaime and I had quite the lecture coming.

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Jaime and I were being escorted into the parlor, though I had to lean on him to walk, which made us quite slow.

The knife had been removed from my leg, the antidote taken, and the wound cleaned. It was nothing serious, but I expected I would be walking with difficulty for the next month or two.

I was dressed in a dark blue Dornish style dress, just as Jaime was in a set of orange robes. I liked the look.

“Prince Doran,” I greeted, Jaime still helping me in.

“Forgive us, we started without you. Lady Tyrell, please sit. I asked for you to be given one of my spare wheelchairs, I do not know why it wasn’t done,” Prince Doran said, to which I shook my head as Jaime helped me sit.

“I thank you for that offer, your grace, but I’m unfortunately restless. I’d rather walk with a bit of pain,” I explained, adjusting my skirts. He nodded.

“I understand quite well, my lady. If not impossible for me, I would share the sentiment,” he said, a soft smile on his face. Ellaria Sand was sitting on the other side of the sofa, however, and did not seem amused by any of this.

“It’s much to her detriment, really. The last time she was injured, she insisted on getting up and walking about anyway. Her stitches split and she had to be carried back to her room,” Jaime said, leaning forward onto his knees. I raised an eyebrow at him in surprise. I hadn’t a clue how he knew that.

Doran and Trystane both laughed a bit, and Myrcella smiled. Though, Ellaria Sand did not let that last long.

“What are you doing in Dorne?”

We all looked at her, and Jaime swallowed.

“Looking after the safety of my niece, Princess Myrcella,” he replied. He wasn’t exactly wrong.

“And rather than send a raven or speak to me directly, you sneak into my country in secret?” Prince Doran questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

“We were intending to speak to you, your grace. We were looking for you when we stumbled upon the prince and princess. It was then that we were attacked,” I said pointedly, merely glancing at Ellaria but resisting the urge to scowl. Being hostile would help no one.

“And what was so crucial it had to be discussed so secretly?” He asked, trying to figure out the situation.

“We received a threatening message. Myrcella’s necklace in the jaws of a viper.”

I watched Myrcella’s face twist with realization, and she licked her lips before sitting up.

“That necklace was stolen from my room,” she said, making Doran look over at Ellaria. There was a tense atmosphere, despite the pleasant chirping of birds somewhere nearby.

A servant placed a plate before Jaime and I, and I gave the young man a nod. I certainly wished I’d eaten more of that snake now.

“There are many in Dorne who want war, but I’ve seen war. I’ve seen the bodies piled on the battlefield, and I don’t wish to lead my people into that hell,” Prince Doran remarked, watching Jaime and I eat as gracefully as starving people could.

“No, you want to break bread with the Lannisters,” Ellaria chided, venom lacing each word. I could tell she hated Doran just as much as she hated us.

“Yes, and that is precisely what we are doing. Let us drink to Tommen, first of his name, king of the andals and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms,” Doran toasted, raising his glass.

We all did, drinking and watching from over our cups as Ellaria Sand poured hers onto the floor. This was growing dull.

I set my glass down and planted my hands into the cushions beneath me, rising with significant difficulty and significant pain, but rising nonetheless. Jaime reached out to assist me, but I shook my head, standing and taking a step forward.

My teeth gritted, but I stood before Ellaria Sand despite that. Everyone watched us carefully.

“You grieve for Oberyn, I know that. You blame the Lannisters for his death, I know that too. But Oberyn was not innocent either. He poisoned the king, I saw him do it. He could’ve sat through a judged trial and asked for a trial by combat the second that things didn’t look good for him, but no,” I began, watching her process what I was saying with a distinct anger.

“He asked for a trial by combat before anyone could even speak, and you know why just as well as I do. He wanted to avenge his sister. Elia. He wanted to fight The Mountain. And I’m certain he wanted to win, too. But he didn’t, and that is his own fault,” I said, glaring down at her. It was not all Oberyn’s fault, and I felt guilt for that, but if he had truly wanted to win, he would’ve made less of a show out of it.

“You have no idea-“

“I wept for Oberyn! Do you think I enjoyed seeing how he died? Cersei may have smiled but no one else did! I wept for him, and I wept for you. I heard you scream, no woman should ever have to make such a noise for her lover. I understand the pain, I understand the anger. Revenge, it’s all we seem to want. Oberyn wanted it, and now you do too. Joffrey is dead, and the Mountain is dead too. Oberyn’s death was cruel but not in vain, so let things be,” I argued, watching tears well in her eyes. I doubted that she’d received much comfort after Oberyn’s death, and I understood that this anger was the only way she could let herself cope with it. Of course, while making those comments about the Mountain, I had not a clue that Qyburn was hard at work trying to undo that very state.

“It is not enough. Oberyn was slaughtered,” she said, shaking as she clenched her skirts. She was trying as hard as she could not to cry.

“And what is enough for you? Is it enough to harm and kill Cersei Lannister's daughter? Is that what would satisfy you? Myrcella is innocent, Oberyn’s children are innocent. Do not cause further conflict, it won’t solve anything. Because say what you will about Cersei, she would hunt you to the ends of the earth should you hurt a single hair on her children’s heads,” I said, leg throbbing as I made my point. I would not sit back down until she was convinced.

“And what do you propose I do? Go on living my life as if nothing happened? Go on smiling and enjoying the earth while Oberyn rots?” She questioned, a tear sliding down her face in her anger.

“Yes, that is exactly what I propose. You knew Oberyn, knew the way he lived. It is more than anything, what he would want. If you want to do him real justice, take care of the children that he can no longer care for himself. But if that is not enough, I will give you the Mountain’s head,” I offered, watching her eyes spark. Yes, she certainly did want that.

“You hurt my daughter, why would I trust you?”

“Because your daughter hurt me too. I could’ve taken her life with ease, and I didn’t. She earned her life, and she earned experience. It won’t kill her, and when she’s healed, it’ll make her even better,” I said, motioning to my thigh and watching Ellaria Sand retract. She contemplated for a moment, and then looked at me again.

“You’ll bring me the Mountain’s head? You swear it?”

“If you vow not to impede on the Crown’s relationship with Dorne, and don’t make any further efforts for ‘revenge,’ then yes, I will. But if you should do either of those things, our deal is broken,” I offered, extending my hand. She looked around before looking at me, another tear falling as she shook my hand.

As she did, I moved to sit back down, grateful it really hadn’t taken all that long to convince her. Prince Doran sighed. Meanwhile, we watched Ellaria leave the room. It seemed she was going to cry, and I felt a deep sympathy for her.

For the pain I had caused her.

“And King Tommen insists on his sister's return to King’s Landing?” He questioned, looking over at Jaime. Jaime nodded.

“I’m afraid he does.”

“I will not disobey my king's command. She will return with you, and my son Tyrstane will accompany you all. If our alliance is to continue, their marriage must stand,” Prince Doran noted. Jaime and I looked at each other and nodded. They were a suitable match, and quite obviously in love. There was no reason to deny that.

“I accept,” Jaime said.

Trystane and Myrcella gave each other an excited look, and after a moment Jaime opened his mouth again.

“May I inquire as to the fate of my man, Bronn?” Jaime questioned, and I raised an eyebrow at this too. I assumed Bronn had been put in a cell, but I also wasn’t certain.

“We will set him free, we merely wished to see what your intentions were first,” Prince Doran said, motioning to his guards.

I smiled, glad to hear nothing bad would happen to Bronn. I’d grown quite fond of the man, despite all his flirtation.

It seemed our return to King’s Landing would be peaceful, and rather successful at that. I knew Cersei would continue to hate me, but I was bringing her daughter home, and if that did not inspire a certain sense of gratitude, I did not know what else would.

And of course, knowing in merely a week or two I’d be able to return to Margaery and Tywin made me ecstatic. By then, it would have already been a month away, and I missed them very dearly. I prayed that in my absence, all had been well.

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MY DARKEST DESIRE (joffrey baratheon x dark! reader)

Joffrey Baratheon x yandere! Reader

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TW: mentions of death and unhealthy behaviors.

Sorry if there are wording errors, I have translated it to google because English is not my first language.

You growled in frustration in the solitude of your room. It had been nearly two months since your last talk with Loras Tyrell and the chances of a public alliance with them had disappeared. Apparently, a wily Cersei Lannister noticed your interactions thanks to a traitorous prostitute of your father's and commented on your after-meal outings to Tywin Lannister, foolishly believing it to be a point in her favor.

The idiot ended up with an engagement to marry the uninterested Loras, an anxious Margaery and the death of Ros.

You swallowed quickly when you found out how she had died.

His cold words still echo in your head.

"That happens if you despise the Baelish."

As if you hadn't seen firsthand the beautiful, tragic body of your former ally, her frozen tears and expression of eternal horror. Vaguely, you stroked one of her red locks as she was taken away to be buried in a mass grave without any ceremony or anyone to mourn her. No, that's weakness. That happens to the weak ones.

The cunning ones always win.

You walked vaguely to untie the fancy hairstyle you wore today; it was better to concentrate on something else when those useless thoughts started. Noticing the yellow blanket adorning the wall, you thought of another element of the big plan.

Joffrey Baratheon, the bastard.

Growing up at court, you were introduced to him on his fifth name day. He was a wee lad who enjoyed beating other children with lower positions to complain about, throwing pieces of cake at his sister while she cried, and killing animals like birds with broken wings and baby rabbits with twigs. You came forward and recited the words your father had taught you. Joffrey gave you a bored look as you spoke and dragged you into his playground with the other children. You knew the rules, but watching him tear out that little red-haired boy's hair was enough for you. You stood up and knocked him down with a kick, he looked at you in surprise because no one laid a hand on him until now. Obviously, that would have given serious reprisals for your father and you, however, you lied saying it was the redhead himself and that Joffrey was confused because he hit his head, you did so well that they believed you. You were relieved until your progenitor told you how the poor boy was whipped and how his family was quietly removed from the court. You felt so bad that you told him, to your surprise, he was proud and even happy, he gave you a talk to better convince people and explained what to do if something similar happened with Joffrey.

You reviewed the events of this morning. From Cersei's hurried journey with her betrothed to Highgarden, Tyrion Lannister's appointment as Hand of the King by the Lannister lion himself, and Jaime Lannister's hasty wedding to Rosemund of Lannisport, you could rarely have a peaceful time when King Joffrey was around. His mother was gone, his father also to Casterly Rock, he was often controlled by his grandfather, and his only release was to torment the maids and his uncle Tyrion who rarely let himself be seen. Margaery told you of her fear that he would do you any harm, you replied that, despite being a maid, you were thorn-proof. Your relationship with her was going quite well: Olenna asked you about Joffrey's activities in her granddaughter's absence after finally convincing her of your loyalty; both women mentioned cautiously about a possible marriage with Willas, more adult and powerful than your former betrothed, but of a boring character according to your father's words, and questioned you about the personality of the second son, Tommen.

Everything seemed to be going well, but it was not. You knew what they were plotting and that annoyed you greatly, an assassination that would shake the house of the lion and strengthen the Tyrell power over the crown. That didn't bother you because it was to your advantage, however, you didn't want to see Joffrey being finished off by the Tyrells.

You wanted to kill King Joffrey with your own hands.

You let out a groan as you found yourself almost naked on your bed. The thought of Joffrey paralyzed on the floor brought another moan and the conviction to masturbate; imagining him with an expression of fear was enough to caress your clitoris; and the thought of his tears of horror and submission was enough to touch you harder.

You closed your eyes. Your hands going to his neck with no one around to stop you, him trying to push you away with his clumsy efforts, watching his neck redden, seeing drops of blood from the pressure exerted, unspoken words dominating his lips and finally his lifeless expression.

A moan of pleasure flooded your lips. But from afar it was not enough for tonight.

After your ninth orgasm, you thought vaguely about how his presence would be wrenched from you and how it would influence Baelish destiny. No, there was nothing you could do but obey and see how he would die for the relatives of your lever. Tiredness dominated your head, tucking you in with your blankets, there was only one coherent thought: Not obeying.

You watched the Iron Throne along with the others as King Joffrey displayed his cruelty. The Tyrells were visiting some chamber of a vassal house, loathsome enough to stray away for a few hours, while you stood near your father with the nobles gathered like shivering chickens in a henhouse, and both shared the same vision, but with different goals. : he sitting comfortably as king of the seven kingdoms and you, taking Joffrey by his cloak causing him wounds by the edge of the swords and dragging him like a dog with the sole purpose of seeing him suffocate by the pressure of his own cloak.

Both thoughts were not compatible and you knew that well.

The screams of pain did not distract you, but Tommen's gaze did, the poor boy was holding back tears from the monstrosities committed by his brother. He's too innocent for Westeros, too whiny to get used to violence when he's lived with Joffrey his whole life, and not at all cunning. Too weak.

Being with the Tyrells would do him good. Even if it's just a piece of the game.

You pursed your lip. You were not a player, that place is for your beloved father, you were just a valuable piece. That was good right? He has been for years and years, for your entire life. Why change? Father can be an excellent king; he just needs the necessary push. But the order of the pushes can change, right?

"I'm done for today." The king's proud voice brought you back to reality.

“My king, please…”

Seeing how the citizens were beaten calmed you down. Everything was running its course.

"Let's go, dear daughter." Your father pushed you away with his classic paternal man role, you smiled following his ruse.

"Stop there! Your king commands you."

They turned around confused.

“Lady Baelish, I have received word that you have cured my brother, Prince Tommen, of yellow fever with your healing knowledge along with the maester.” Joffrey's annoying voice grew closer; you could feel your father's machinations in his head. "Therefore, I invite you to hang out in the king's personal dining room, if I'm feeling generous I could offer you a medicine box for your woman skills."

Feeling the perfect opportunity to make your fantasies come true, the satisfaction of knowing the answer was greater.

"My beloved daughter accepts your offer, your grace."

"Well, it's a unique opportunity, she couldn't turn it down."

The blush on your cheeks only increased as did King Joffrey's shit-eating grin.

“I will show you my gratitude for all the goodwill you have had with me all this time…, your highness.”

The sinister shine of your eyes was not noticed by anyone.

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