#tyrion lannister one shot
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It's absolutely fine if you are not comfortable with it, but could I please request happy, tipsy sex with Tyrion Lannister? Preferably with an established relationship? Again no pressure if that doesn't work, thank you! xx
Thank you for your request- hope you enjoy!!
Tipsy
Pairing: Tyrion Lannister x reader
Warning: drunk sex (both Tyrion and reader are at the same level of tipsiness; neither is blackout drunk), alcohol consumption
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“More wine, my lady?”
You nodded and with a grin held out your goblet for Tyrion to fill, not moving until he had filled it to the brim, making Bronn laugh.
It had been a pleasant evening; a new shipment from Dorne had come into King’s Landing, and Tyrion had a few bottles of the finest Dornish red brought up to his chamber. Between you, him, Bronn and Podrick, you had cleared off nearly all of the bottles and the effects were beginning to show. Podrick was slumped in his chair, dozing with a small smile on his face, the occasional snore sounding from him. Bronn had started to slur and put a ‘fuck’ or a ‘cunt’ in every other sentence.
And you and Tyrion had been eye-fucking each other for the best part of an hour.
Tyrion drained his cup before setting it down. “Bronn, Podrick, leave us,” he said suddenly, his eyes never leaving yours.
Bronn kicked Pod’s leg. “Come on, lad. Else you’ll end up watching your Lord fuck his lady,”
Any other time you would’ve shot the sellsword an indignant look… but right now you had eyes only for your Lion of Lannister, but when the door slammed shut, it was you who pounced, your lips pressing to his in a feverish kiss.
“My, my, sweet YN,” Tyrion groaned between kisses. “It seems the Dornish gets you hot,”
You tugged on his lower lip, your fingers knotting in his hair, one hand trailing down to the straining bulge at the front of his breeches. “Should say the same for you, Husband,” you murmured, voice low and sultry, your hand closing around his cock. Tyrion watched with amusement and longing as you fumbled with the strings of his breeches, releasing his pulsing cock and taking it (albeit clumsily) into your mouth.
“YN,” he rasped, tugging at your hair until you released him with a lewd, wet noise. “I won’t last long in your pretty mouth,” you pouted up at him, your lips slightly swollen. “I’d much rather spill my seed in your tight little cunt,”
He laughed at how quickly your face brightened, and he pulled you up from the floor. You grinned, pushing him back on the plush couch, squealing as he reached up and tore the bodice of your dress, admiring the swell of your breasts as he tugged at the strings of your corset. Soon you were stripped bare, straddling him on the couch. He grasped at your thighs as you lowered yourself to his cock, his fingers fluttering through your wetness briefly. He grunted as his tip slid between your folds, before your plunged him deep inside you with a throaty moan.
“Gods,” he groaned as you rode his cock. “Oh, Gods,”
“Now’s not the time for prayer, my Lord,” you reminded him. “Unless, of course, you want to fuck me in the Great Sept of Baelor,”
Your words spurred Tyrion on, and he met your movements with thrusts of his own, and he relished in the way your eyelids fluttered. “Such-ah- blasphemy, my sweet wife,” Tyrion groaned, “wine turns you into quite the little harlot it seems,”
“Tyrion,” you moaned out, gripping onto his shoulders for leverage, and he smiled as he felt your movements stutter. “Tyrion, please,”
“Too focused on my cock to listen to me, Hmm?” Tyrion teased, pinching your nipple. “Come for me then, YN, let me feel you,”
You would’ve came with or without his bidding, your cunt fluttering around his thick cock as you cried his name, your eyes rolling back into your head.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his orgasm quickly following yours as he filled your clenching pussy with his seed. “Fuck, YN, good girl,” he praised, and as you fell forward onto his chest, he smiled, kissing the top of your head.
Clumsily, you managed to make it to bed (tripping over an empty bottle along the way) and into your Lion’s arms. Your head would ache on the morrow, but the ache in your thighs would be worth it.
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Can you do a tyrion short where y/n and meet in winterfell after he found out he was to marry her and he talks to her about how he will be a good husband. And he finds out that she was the one that requested she marry him ?
You Were My Choice
Tyrion was stunned when he got the news from Lord Stark that he was to be wed off to one of his daughters. The eldest behind Robb and was more like her brothers and Arya then her middle sister Sansa. He eventually found her room after getting lost in some of the halls of the Northern castle where he softly knocked three times before someone opened the door making him at a loss for words for a few seconds. I paused in the doorway staring at the tiny dwarf standing before me. “Lord Tyrion, I didn’t expect you to come find me so quickly. I was just going to come down to the feast for the king.” He nodded gesturing his hand in between us clearly struggling to say what words next. Across the kingdom he was known for always knowing what to say. “My lady I - uh thought it would be better if we met first. Since we are to be wed and most don’t meet until that night. I didn’t want that…”
“I didn’t want that either Tyrion. But there’s something I want to tell you too.” I smiled taking his hand in mine leading him onto my bed pulling him to sit down beside me. The ends of my dress lifted up revealing the horse riding boots that I always wore rather than any tight dress shoes like my sister. Putting my hands together in my lap my eyes staring into his green ones. His curly blonde hair a mess on his head. “Well I have something to tell you first lady Y/n. I know that I couldn’t have been your first choice for a husband. But we will be married regardless. I want you to know as your husband I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, I will be an equal to you and not overstep my bonds. Even I am not the husband of your choice I’ll treat you with respect.” I giggled seeing him raise his brows not expecting to see me smiling at him this way.
The rumors that I heard were that he loved wine and girls. He was viewed as a little beast by most people because of his size except to me. I wasn’t into men that focused on their looks. A person’s mind can do much more damage and mean so much more. “Forgive me lady Y/n. But I don’t understand what is amusing about what I am saying.” Grabbing his hands in mine I tilted my head with a bright grin. “You said that you wouldn’t be someone’s first choice. You are wrong Tyrion. I asked my father if I could marry you. Because I don’t believe all the bad tales about you. I choose to lisen to the good ones.” Tyrion smiled squeezing my hands intertwined with his. “I’d choose you any day Y/n.”
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Restless Nights (Tyrion X Reader) Oneshot
Word count: 800 Yes, that's right.
Warnings: It's a little bit of angst for both Tyrion and the reader, but it's super soft at the end. Talk of nightmares.
A/N: So, um, I knocked this out in a few hours, which believe it or not, is some kind of record for me. So hopefully, it stacks up.
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It was such a timid knock upon the door of Tyrion’s chamber. If he was sleeping, he never would have heard it. The night had been a restless one. With the Northern Queen arriving in the capital tomorrow, there had been much to organise, his mind was a constant whirlwind of thoughts and preparations, leaving sleep hard to come by. He doubted if he’d collected more than four hours during the course of the week. And the fact that she was arriving to attend his very own nuptials, in just a few days, did not make sleep any easier. He was exhausted, but he wasn’t sleeping, so he might as well get up to see who it was. With a small sigh, he ran his hands across his face and made his way to the door, tying his robe around him in the process, and asked, “Who is it?”
Expecting to hear his guard answer, he was surprised and somewhat alarmed to hear your voice. Even through the door, without seeing your face, he could tell you were upset, “It’s Y/N, can I come in?”
Tyrion reached the door in his very next breath, grabbing the latch, he flung it open, “What is it? What’s wrong, Y/N?” Your shiny cheeks and red watery eyes, weighed him down like lead, he didn’t like seeing you this way. Placing a gentle hand to your back, he ushered you inside, giving his guard a small nod, before closing the door behind you. Leading you to the edge of his bed, he sat you down and poured you some wine. Passing it to you, he noticed your hands shaking, your silence and reluctance to speak doing nothing to ease his concern. “Y/N, tell me, what’s wrong? Are you hurt... has somebody hurt you?”
Shaking your head, you took a sip of wine, and he felt just a breath of relief; you weren’t hurt or injured. You inhaled sharply, it was ragged and inadequate, your voice struggling to stay even, “I’m sorry Tyrion... It’s silly and childish, but I... I didn’t want to be alone.”
Sitting down beside you, he reached across to move your tangled hair behind your ear; he wanted to see your beautiful face. Placing a gentle hand to your knee, he used his other to guide your chin towards him, and spoke softly, “Sorry? Believe me, I’ve never been one to complain about beautiful women knocking on my door in the middle of the night.” You indulged him with an amused smile, and so he used the moment to ask again, “Will you tell me what has you so upset?” Seeing your hesitation, he angled his body towards you and put aside your wine, taking your hands in his, “In a few days I will be your husband... I want you to feel comfortable... to be able to tell me anything.”
Tyrion waited patiently; he could see you were going to speak. And after a minute of contemplation, your breathing settled, your voice was much steadier now, “I told you, it’s silly... I can barely even remember what happened. It was only a nightmare... I just remember waking up screaming and terrified.” Looking to your knees, you wavered, as if you were embarrassed to continue. But giving your hands a gentle squeeze was enough encouragement for you to go on, “I... I just... can I stay here, with you?” Without realising, Tyrion shuffled a little in his spot, and your expression dropped; you thought he didn’t want you to stay. You couldn’t have been more wrong. Shaking your head, you apologised, “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have asked. I... I should go.”
You moved to stand, but Tyrion kept your hands tight within his, “Don’t leave... I want you to stay.” Reaching across, he grabbed his pillow, “You sleep on the bed... And I’ll sleep on-”
Stopping him with a hand to his forearm, you said, “No Tyrion... I want you to hold me... to sleep beside me.”
For once, Tyrion was quite speechless, only capable of three short words, “Are you sure?”
With a single nod of your head, you answered, “I am.” You were nervous, he could see that, and yet, your eyes told him this was something you wanted... needed even. You. You sought the comfort of his embrace. Tyrion couldn’t begin to understand the feeling of joy and contentment it brought him. It radiated like a wave from his very core, spilling from every surface. And as he laid down and took you in his arms, he was blissfully unaware that in just a few glorious minutes he would drift into the most peaceful and contented sleep of his life. But a sleep that would become a permanent fixture of his life, from the moment he married you.
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Game Of Thrones (Headcanon) - Crushing/Jealousy
Y'all I really hope this doesn't suck because the tumblr page literally refreshed as I was almost done writing so it saved NOTHING and I had to re-write every single word so. Ngl I might've shed a tear but we're not gonna talk about that :). I mixed the 'Them having a crush in you' and the 'Jealousy trope' for this one. Also. I don't know how many of these Headcanons I'll write but regardless even if I do switch up the characters or format for the posts every now and then, don't panic lmfao If I stopped I would tell you. Apologizing for any eventual errors! They'll be fixed.
Warnings: mentions of sex but nothing explicitly nsfw (okay maybe be aware for Oberyn idk), cursing, nothing much really
*I will try to keep the gender descriptions vague, just like the time periods and avoid subplots unlike the other two parts simply because I wouldn't want to make it seem like mini series or something that you kinda have to 'catch up on', I hope that makes sense.
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ROBB STARK
Robb is painfully smitten with you from the beginning. This in the very first times made him almost quite shy, but once he gained some confidence and some desire made its way along with the platonic feelings, well. He could be very sweet one second, and make you blush on purpose the moment after. With the whole Winterfell heir/oldest Stark kid thing he never lacked much in the confidence department and it was clear in more ways than one. He is the literal defintion of prince charming. Probably the embodiement of those brave and handsome heroes his sister Sansa liked to read so much about.
Depending on the time of his life in which he met you, he would be more or less careful of showing his feelings. If he were still in Winterfell, with his family and friends around, he would allow himself to be a little more carefree, especially if his father was still the lord of the castle. Catelyn would be a mixture of anxiety and excitement, Robb being her first born and having his first actual experience with love. Ned on the other hand would be just heart warmed by seeing his son being such a good and caring young man, like he raised him to be. Arya would probably either be quite uninterested or befriend you, depending on how much she could relate to you. The same thing is worth for Sansa, even though she would still be quite interested in how things played out between you two. Theon would be annoyingly teasing him about his crush, meanwhile Jon would be more of a listener and give his support to his half brother (cousin).
Depending on how things would've gone with the whole Robert thing, you would've been probably left alone without too much talk of a strategic wedding.
If, on the other hand, we were talking about a slighlty older and king in the North Robb, the situation would probably be more difficult. Regardless, you wouldn't have been the right choice for him to marry, not necessarily for your rank, but because your family wouldn't be strategically strong enough to have important advantages in the war of the five kings. Which is what he needed, but not wanted. Catelyn knew it, he knew it and you knew it.
This Robb would've flirted in the same way more or less, just probably more on the intense and desire filled side than the 'sweet boy' one. And definetly more subtle, for war reasons but mainly because he wanted to keep you safe. Speaking of keeping you safe, he wasn't an overly jealous man by nature, especially if he knew that he was in no position to give you something better than endless pining. But if a man, or another person, were to offend you, or make you feel unsafe, he would definetly pay a little visit in a more appropriate time to the fool in question with his werewolf. He knew better than to not take precautions with the people that he cared about. And after a little scare, he would go to see you and make sure you were alright.
JON SNOW
If Jon has one issue, is how stupidly stubborn he is. Especially when he's younger. This man would rather pin over you for the rest of his life than be honest about his feelings. And you kinda hate him for it sometimes. Regardless of him being in Winterfell as the lord's bastard or a memeber of the Night's Watch, his brooding never changes. Obviously the bigger issue in the second case would be that he literally swore to not take wife or father no children, which made the whole 'being hopelessly in love with you' thing a tad more difficult. In any scenario, he would have that one person close to him to whom he just couldn't lie to. Wheter it was Robb or Sam, he knew that every time you came up in the conversation he could either blush and get out of the topic, or just blurt out his feelings.
Younger Jon would definetly be more awkward and less obvious than Robb, especially because he was nowhere near having the same confidence. He would still be very caring and sweet, just in a more subtle way. If Robb was the kind of guy that would ask you to dance with him or bring you flowers openly, Jon would offer you his fur coat if you were cold or help you get up and down a horse.
He also really enjoys people who kind of understand him as he is and don't try to pressure him that much into acting in a way that it's not himself, and this is honestly one of the things that makes him go crazy for you. He loves how interesting and funny and genuinely caring about him you are. He thinks about you all the time. But gods forbid if he was caught actually having feelings that weren't angsty. He didn't like people that much, but he liked you. Very much so.
You could see through him though, so while you didn't want to pressure him to say more than he wanted, you could get irritated about how stubborn he was sometimes. It happened more than once that other people flirted with you or apparently so, and Jon was never thrilled about that, at all. If you looked around hard enough you could probably spot him in a corner of the room, watching you from afar, brooding as usual. That made you quite sad at times, because you didn't fully understand why he just wouldn't let himself go completely with you. You sometimes played a bit into it, just a tiny bit, to get him riled up. But in the end, you were always going back to him, making sure that you would actually never betray him. He knew that, deep down.
But again, he didn't trust people much, and could get quite protective if he sensed that something wasn't quite right with someone. Before doing anything though, he would often keep an eye on them, and after that if his worries actually were proven somehow to be true, it wouldn't take him much to use a few tricks up his sleeve to scare people off.
Older Jon would be more straightforward, both in personal relationships and with the whole confronting thing. Young Jon liked the shadows, older Jon wasn't afraid to put himself on the spot if he had to.
OBERYN MARTELL
Oberyn having actual romantic feelings was news to him. Many times, especially when he was younger he had questioned himself, 'Am I just horny, or do I care?' and no, the answer is no. He thinks that he got really close at times, but mostly he ended up having great fuck-buddies and occasional dinner companions. Most times he wasn't even interested in actual non-married people, so it's not that it could've gone that far anyway unless he was ready to start an affair. But he didn't care enough for it, way too many problems.
With you though, it was new. You weren't much younger and definetly not completely inexperienced, so it's not long after that you met that you actually had sex. You seemed fine with just having this type of 'fun' relationship, so it was really just him finding himself wanting to spend time with you in other ways. Your relationships had blurred lines for a while to be honest. He was the rich spoiled prince with whom you had occasional sex with, and you were one of the lucky people to get into the prince of Dorne's graces.
Knowing his reputation and generally his personality, it took you a while to actually start to believe that he could be in love with you. Riding horses, dining and drinking together, having sex, spending time together and even painting for fun, to you only seemed the behaviour of a rich prince that had a new 'favorite' of the season. Things started to get a different tone when you noticed how possessive he could be. Not in a properly toxic way, but he did like to get you absolutely flustered in the most inappropriate places, to not so secretly show you off while dressing you with the most beautiful and expensive garments in the realm, putting you at his side at important events and even saying that he wanted you to be just his. Not that you were in the position nor desire to actually sleep around, but that statement definetly put a more defined label on your relationship.
Oberyn usually wouldn't get jealous, but he would be even more confident and showy when he wanted to warn someone off. And then usually get you in a dark spot of the palace and fuck you while he told you you were his. And if someone had some snarky things to say about you, he made sure they didn't do it ever again.
JAIME LANNISTER
Confused, insecure, protective, closed off, romantic, intense, quite jealous, vulnerable
Jaime is complicated. He just is. There's also very little chance that he could've managed to look at someone other than Cersei in his younger years, because their separation was very brief, and the immediate failure of her and Robert's marriage gave them the perfect opportunity to keep going with their toxic relationship. As soon as he gets away from her, and loses his hand in the process, he also starts to struggle with his own thoughts about who he is and who he wants to be.
When he meets you, he didn't even thought about your meeting twice. He observed you, as he always does with people, but thought nothing more of you except your beauty probably. The first time you actually talked though, he did think about it a little harder. It was news to him that someone would actually address him in a normal and respectful way, without being fake that is. He had roughed up during the years, especially since people had started to call him Kingslayer, traitor, backstabber. Any kind of degrading name. No one actually even bothered to make their own opinions or listen to his side. Robert and Ned and the whole lot of other people of the court chose a biased version and went with it.
You didn't. Wiredly enough it left him feeling quite wired, and definetly interested in you. If anything, he was curious to see if you were going to ever speak to him again, and you did. You made sure to acknowledge him every time that you saw him, even at the cost of getting the stink eye from whoever was accompanying you. Jaime started to get more interested, and wanting to know you better. Either of you had any malice in this whole thing. You were both genuinely curious to listen to what the other had to say. And slowly, Jaime started to get more and more distanced from his sister. It's like he was blind, or willingly chose not to see, what she really was. The difference was obvious when he interacted with you.
You did create a genuinely nice connections, and you didn't miss to stop and talk or even walk together when you had the chance. The real turning point for him was when he started to actually think about you. He felt confused and quite scared, to be honest. He was afraid of many things; of the fact that he could actually feel something that wasn't so wrong like what he felt for Cersei, of how worthy someone like him could be of you. These thoughts remained quite abstract, even in his own mind, until he actually felt like he was punched in the gut when you started to get courted by another person.
Now, that, was quite the wake up call. Before you actually became a thing, his general reaction to his own jealousy was sadness and self loathing. So when you got together, knowing that he could actually allow himself to be close to you, his love language definetly became touch. He just loved to touch you, whether it was in an innocnt way or not. It's like he needed it. He would also be quite affectionate and funny, definetly the cockly Lannister in him. Fortunately enough there weren't many times in which he became jealous, but when he did, he usually just fucked it right out of you both, to put it lightly. On the other way, if any type of harm should come your way, now in that case his Tywin genes would definetly come through.
TYRION LANNISTER
Insecure, not overly jealous but anxious about your well being, trusting, sweet, funny, has your back
Tyrion has trauma. He really fucking does. Love? Trust? not his forte, either of them. So was he scared when he realized that he could be falling for you? Shitless. Just the mere fact that he met you in King's Landing made him think the craziest possible scenarios of how either his father or sister could've just come to you and say 'Trick that stupid little monster again, he deserves it'. He lowkey knew that it would've been insane, and he was being paranoid but at the same time you never know with those people.
You definetly made fun of people at court together. You also liked to actually argue about some topics, too. You weren't particularly fond of sewing when you were little, so your father made sure that you were at least well spoken, and honestly you didn't mind reading at all. On that you two would relate a lot.
You actually spent so much time together, and he loved how similiar you were. Mentally, that is. He would never even imagine to compare himself with something that he considered as beautiful as you. And even after making sure that you gained his trust, that remained a big issue for him. When he did actually get a grip and you got exclusive, or at least with each other, your relationship didn't change that much, except the sex and the teasing obviously. Tyrion's version of jealousy was more similiar to Jaime's. He wasn't actually jealous, per se, but he doubted himself and what he could give you more than anything.
You never, ever, gave him reason to, though. In that sense, you probably took more care of him than he did, and he really really appreciated you for that. He would've gladly ran away with you, but you both knew better than be reckless in a place full of backstabbers like King's Landing. You kind of had each other's back, and this understanding between you two allowed you to actually live your relationship peacefully.
Now, if Tyrion did feel that someone on his reach could actually try to do any harm to your or your relationship, Bronn would've taken care of it pretty quickly for him.
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Why do you love him? // Tywin Lannister & Masc! Reader
Little note : This is platonic as for this one, Tywin is more seen as a father figure :] Also sorry in advance for any mistakes, English isn't my mother tongue haha. Hoping this will do better than on w*ttpad 0-0 I always use they/them pronouns for (Y/N) regardless of their gender.
Also I only read the first book and watched the show some time ago, therefore I apologise for any innacuracies.
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Tyrion was jealous of (Y/N). The young wanderer was sitting next to Tywin Lannister, joyfully talking while eating. The father Lannister was listening to him, amused by the witty remarks of the young boy.
Tyrion refocused his attention on his food. Yes he was jealous. Since his lord father openly showed the world that he considered the young wanderer as his child and took them under his wing, Tyrion couldn't help but feel contempt towards the boy. Contempt he felt ashamed about since (Y/N) has actually been the only one treating him with respect and friendliness.
Tyrion's gaze went towards (Y/N) again. The news of them being taken under Tywin's wing has been so easily accepted. And who could blame them? The 18 years old boy was everything like a Lannister. Often they did relevant remarks that helped Tyrion's lord father during battle strategy, showing great knowledge about the battlefield and politics. The crimson colour of the Lannisters fits them perfectly and even with their small height, they had a certain charisma that made people respect them. Their sword skills were unmatched, truly impressive for their age and they had green eyes where little shades of gold could be seen when the sun shined through.
There was just one thing that screamed that (Y/N) would never be a true Lannister outside of their blood. It was their hair. Dark charming brown hair that looked as an oak's bark.
When Tyrion saw his lord father trying to repress a smile to (Y/N)'s observations, he left the table, not feeling hungry at all.
It was cold outside the tent, wind howling greatly. Tyrion walked, letting his little legs lead him where they wanted, unsure himself where to go.
He found an oak - what a coincidence - and decided to sit nearby. Nobody must have notice that he left except (Y/N) perhaps if they weren't too busy entertaining everyone in the tent with their japes.
As if to answer his question, Tyrion heard light footsteps coming towards him. "I saw you leaving and thought you might want this" said a friendly voice that could only belong to the wanderer. They were holding a loaf of bread, a gentle smile on their face. "No thank you. I am not hungry" replied Tyrion but his stomach growled, betraying him.
"Reflex". (Y/N) threw the bread and Tyrion barely managed to catch it. No more words were exchanged but after a long eye contact, Tyrion decided to take a bite, reliving the hunger that was starting inside him. There was something behind (Y/N)'s green golden eyes that commanded Tyrion to eat.
After a moment where both men stared at each other, Tyrion decided to break the silence. "So what do you want?"
"Can't I just come because I wanted to provide you something to eat?"
"Yes you could but I can see that you want to ask me something. When it comes to hiding your excitement, you're not very good at it."
Indeed, (Y/N)'s legs were slightly trembling, betraying their intent as Tyrion pointed out.
"I was wondering if you have been able to guess what for." The boy sat down.
"No so please tell so we can be done with it."
"I want you to ask Tywin why he decided to take care of me"
Tyrion swallowed a piece of bread the wrong way and started couching.
"You want to do what? Do you seriously think that he will accept to tell me this?"
"He clearly won't but you're the only one who is intelligent enough to make Tywin admit something."
Tyrion could see a kind of desperation behind the wanderer's eyes. Yet pride was still seen throughout their expression.
"Well what do you want me to make him admit?" asked Tyrion
"I want to know if Tywin is taking care of me because he likes me or because he wants to use me."
This took Tyrion off-guard. He never thought of Tywin using the young boy for his own good yet it made much more sense than his lord father growing a heart. He realised how much his jealousy made him blind and felt even more stupid for it.
"I guess I could try to find out." He said slowly.
"Thank you Tyrion!" (Y/N) said joyfully. "Obviously this must have a price so tell me. What do you want to receive for such awful task?-"
"Actually... nothing."
"Naturally. Naturally... Wait what?" The boy looked at him in disbelief. Tyrion couldn't help but feel amused. It is not everyday that one can see (Y/N) taken off-guard.
"Nothing I said. I am actually curious as well." This was the truth. He wondered what the wanderer had that none of his siblings and him had to make his lord father grow so called affection.
"Should we do it now?" Tyrion asked
"Do it whenever you want. I can wait." They replied. They stood up and slightly bowed their head, a gesture that Tyrion had learned to understand over the months. It was their way to say thank you. The boy left and Tyrion took his time to finish his bread, not that excited to meet his lord father.
Once the bread finished, to what Tyrion made sure to eat slowly, he decided that what must be done must be done. He stood up and went towards Tywin's tent.
Inside, he realised how cold it has become outside. His father was standing there, watching a map set on the table. From the corner of his eye, he saw his son but acted as if no one came in. "Good evening father."
Tywin just nodded his head as a response.
"Everyone seem to keep talking about this wanderer. After all he is charismatic-"
"Witty and interesting." Tywin cut."Skip the compliments and go directly to your point."
"Aren't you worried that people may starts to ask questions?"
"Why would I? It's not like their opinions matter at all."
"One may wonder if you have soften over the years."
Tywin finally stopped looking at his map to directly stare at his son.
"One may wonder if Tywin Lannister softened so much to the extent that he should no longer be consider a danger to the others... Since, after all, he decided to show affection to a nobody."
His lord father straightened up, irritated. "Don't you dare-"
"Have you soften?"
"Shut up-"
"Have you gotten so soft that you started getting weak?!"
"Tyrion I told you to!-"
"Did the great Tywin Lannister had gotten so weak that he decided to take care of a random sheep-"
"It's because they remind me of your mother!"
Tyrion stopped, taken aback. He did expect many answers but that was not one of them. Tywin sat down, tired. Even when he looked like a tired old man, he still had this terrifying aura that commanded respect.
"They what?" Tyrion only managed to say.
"They remind me of your mother." Tywin repeated softer, done, as if admitting it have taken all his energy away. Tyrion sat down on a chair nearby, still not fully recovered from the shock. He still managed to crack a "That is disgusting".
"You know this is not what I meant" replied his lord father, irritated. He sighed before continuing "They have these little sparkles in their eyes that reminds me so much of her."
Tyrion listen attentively. He didn't know much about his mother and it wasn't every day that his lord father decided to talk about her.
He dared to ask "What do you mean by little sparkles?"
"They have this innocence and joyfulness. Exactly like her. They have this power to bring warmth to one just by speaking to them. Don't you dare say that this wrong because you know it damn well."
And indeed, Tyrion knew to what his father was referring to. (Y/N) was always able to make one feel loved. And this is why his lord father meant by the little sparkles. Because (Y/N) loves unconditionally. Unless you hurt them or the ones they care about, they will always treat you with respect and friendliness. A quality that usually means death but for some reasons, the boy has survived that long. This innocence to always see the best in others, even after seeing the worst of this world.
"I know it yes. Truly something rare."
Tywin didn't answer but his silence showed that he agreed.
"I like to believe that if she had been alive to be with you all...You would perhaps have the same view on this world than she did."
This was the second time that his father surprised him. This was a rare if not unique instance where his lord father seemed to have open his so called heart. It felt strange.
Tyrion decided that it was time to leave. He stood up and went towards the exit before stopping just in front of it. He then turned to face his father once again and said "I never, not even for one second, connected loving someone with being weak" before leaving the tent.
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Hope you guys liked it and that Tywin and Tyrion weren't too ooc
#game of thrones#tywin lannister#tyrion lannister#one shot#asoiaf#my daddy issues made me love tywin for some reason#platonic#Father and son dynamic#x reader#tywin x reader#Putting x reader for more reach#When in fact it's platonic#house lannister#masc reader
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It’s almost 2024 and Lannister posts are still like:
Cersei is a drunk, stupid, lazy, crazy, fat, ugly bitch who is exactly like her rapist and abuser 😡 (but did Bobby B really raped and abused that whore ??)
Poor Jaime everyone is so mean to him cause he killed Aerys and saved everyone and his bitch sister won’t break her back to accommodate his every whim 😥 But I know brienne will 😁
There are no Lannister stans, only male centered Jaime stans.
Misogyny is so crazy cause Cersei is one of the best-written characters in the books and genuinely has the complexity + nuance that Jaime stans (*cough*dick-riders*cough*) swear he has but since she's a female character, she gets reduced to a prop in his story. Minimally satisfying is the fact that even when they demonize her to hell and back, they can't find any way to make him seem interesting without bringing her up. His "redemption arc" is just his stans going "Doesn't he look so much better in comparison to Cersei?" and pretending that being in Brienne's proximity will magically purify him. The irony of people (i.e. his misogynistic stans) largely reducing him to his relationships with two female characters isn't lost on me. If they didn't hate women so much they could just enjoy Cersei's character, but I guess they like settling for crumbs of character development.
#ask#anon#anti jaime stans#pro cersei lannister#if that wasn't a tag before then it is one now#Dany Arya Cat Cersei and Brienne being the quintet of well developed female characters that fandom loves to ignore#but will gladly project their development onto other more /palatable/ characters...my villain origin story fr#Cersei's writing is a feast and Jaime's is the table scraps that dropped onto the floor afterwards#like how can George have such issues with misogyny but still give his best writing to his female characters?? I need a study done#George gave context to his decision to kill Aerys and went /that's enough development ✨/#he doesn't even decided to help Brienne for the right reasons and his main motivation for leaving Cersei was mostly spite#since he was possessive and couldn't handle her sleeping with other men (and not him realizing Cersei is evil like people pretend)#if you took a shot every time he thought about Tyrion telling him that you'd be blackout drunk but apparently everyone misses that...hmmm#but no his misogyny is actually him being teenage girl coded don't you know? 🙄#unfortunately if there's one area where I doubt George it's for the conclusions of Cersei and Jaime's stories but god willing#he follows through on his explorations of Cersei's character and doesn't give Jaime any unearned development
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Hi could you do a one shot story about a male dark daenerys targaryen and his future wife reader?
Male! Daenerys Targaryen x Baratheon Reader
Daeron Stormborn of House Targaryen, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the father of Dragons, the Khal of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains.
Hearing those titles was enough for you to predicate what will happen to King's Landing if your mother, Cersei Lannister, didn't bend the knee.
And your prediction turned out to be a reality when the Targaryen burned down King's Landing.
You weren't with your mother and uncle Jaime in the Red Keep when that happened, no, you were with your uncle Tyrion.
Little do you know, that Daeron has done it all for you, for you to be his and only his.
He saw you one time at the meeting that was held to plan the end of the night King, that's where he decided you would become his woman.
Right now, you can't help but weep in distress, as you are forced on your knees in front of the iron throne, as its new king sits on it.
"None of that would have happened if your father hadn't started a rebellion against my brother, Rhaeger"
Daeron states as if that is solely Robert's fault.
"None of that would have happened if Rhaeger didn't kidnap my father's betrothed"
Instead of telling you the truth about Lyanna's and Rhaeger's love story, he only smirks, before uttering the next words.
"I have got a solution to fix all the past mistakes"
Daeron doesn't move from his place as he stares at you with his violet eyes.
"We marry, and reunite the realms together"
You shook your head in fear and disgust at the thought of marrying a madman like Daeron Targeryen.
"Oh, did I forget that you have no choice? " his eyes narrow as he continues
"That's an order and you shall obey it"
#tw: toxic relationships#yandere game of thrones#Yandere Daenerys Targaryen x Reader#daenerys x reader#Male Daenerys Targaryen
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Playing With Fire
Cersei Lannister x Baratheon Knight Fem!Reader
Summary: Cersei Lannister is married off to Robert Baratheon but her sworn protector/the King's younger sister, happens to be the person that truly holds her heart.
Wordcount: 2.5k
Warnings: g!p reader, breeding kink (?), cersei and y/n are so morally bankrupt, cheating, size kink, unprotected sex, power play
Note: i have been in a real writing slump lately but for some reason i have no problems writing smutty one shots lol i wonder why that is...
anyway enjoy!
"You sent for me, Your Grace?" You step inside Cersei's chambers to see her seated by her settee, a goblet of wine in hand.
"Yes, y/n I wish to speak with you. Close the door." The Queen says without looking at you and quickly do as you're told.
You folded your arms over your chest, patiently waiting for the Queen to speak.
"Was she worth it?" Cersei finally blurts out, reaching for the flagon on the small table.
Your brows furrow in genuine confusion, unable to meet her halfway.
"Begging your pardon, Your Grace?" You pause for her to elaborate, stepping closer.
"The whore you bedded." The woman hisses, and you are left even more perplexed.
Your expression betrays how you are feeling but the Queen remains silent, providing you with no further explanation to her apparent outrage.
"Cersei I have no idea what you are insinuating, but I can assure you, I have not laid with anyone." You state, slightly agitated.
"Do not lie to me. Tyrion told me everything." Cersei retaliates as she slams the goblet onto the table before rising from her seat.
You scowl instinctively before the realization hits you. Your expression merely contorts into an amused one.
You try but fail to suppress the laugh that falls out of your lips, Cersei's admittance only sounding funnier to you the longer you pondered upon it.
The Queen grimaces at your reaction. She extends her arm to strike you, but you stop her with a firm hand on her wrist.
A flicker of regret flashes across her face as she feels your harsh grip on her arm; although she restores her composure as you release it.
"This is amusing to you?" She taunts.
Not in the slightest.
"Yes, Tyrion and I went to a tavern together. Yes, I may have drunk more than I could stomach. But, I did not touch anyone." You explain and your conviction seems to translate as Cersei's heavy stare visibly softens.
"Really?" The Queen's voice shakes.
There she is, the woman you fell in love with.
"You know that I would never." You say, reaching up to place both hands on either side of the Queen's face.
You let out the breath you were holding as you felt her relax underneath your touch.
"Cersei– it's me and you. Until the end of my days." You whisper, resting your forehead against hers.
"Prove it." The Queen orders, her eyes flitting down to your mouth.
You finally lean in, capturing her lips with your own. Cersei kisses you back fervently, hungrily, almost like she aims to devour you whole.
You are both forced to pull away as you run out of air, you feel Cersei's breath against your skin as she continues to hold you close.
"Is that proof enough for you?" You ask, a smirk playing on your lips, one Cersei reciprocates.
"Not quite." The Queen responds, surprising you by shoving you backwards with some force. You land on her bed as a result.
Cersei lifts her skirts slightly so she may climb onto the bed, she places a hand on your shoulder to support herself as she straddles you.
She kisses you again, this time it is all aggression, teeth and tongue. It snatches the air right out your lungs.
The Queen begins grinding her hips mid kiss and you feel your member stirring at the sensation. Your cock continues to harden everytime Cersei's clothed center rubbed up against it, making it difficult for you to think clearly.
The Queen pulls away and you find yourself chasing her lips before she tugs on your hair, forcing your head back so you may look at her.
"How can I express my apology?" Cersei says and you are too far in a daze to properly comprehend her words.
"What?" You ask, incredulous.
"I acted rashly, I almost condemned you for something you didn't do." Cersei explains and for the second time that evening, you are amused.
"and what– you feel guilty?" Your tone, almost mocking and the Queen rolls her eyes.
She sighs.
"Forget I said anything." Cersei attempts to climb off you but you keep your hands firmly on her hips.
"I have a few ideas.." You finally respond, pulling her back onto your lap.
When she rests her weight on you again your cock is fully erect, and it doesn't go unnoticed.
You soon feel her hands reaching down to undo the laces of your breeches.
"Do you want my mouth?" The Queen asks with a darkened gaze.
Your breath catches in your throat as you watch her languidly gather her saliva in her palm before slipping her hand into your slacks. The Queen wraps her fingers around your girth, steadily pumping your length.
"Hm?" Cersei waits for a response but you don't give her anything beyond a groan in pleasure.
"Or is it my cunt that you want? It's warm and wet, all ready for you." She whispers, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks.
Again you don't respond, merely focusing your energy on not releasing your load into Cersei's hand just yet.
You reach around, fumbling with the laces of the Queen's dress and Cersei quickly takes the hint. She removes her hand before climbing off you to remove her own dress and you decide to do the same with your breeches along with your doublet, tossing them on the ground somewhere.
Cersei swiftly re joins you in bed and you immediately flip your positions, guiding her head to the pillow so you may situate yourself on top of her.
The Queen merely spreads her legs wider as you neared, your face now hovering over hers.
She leans up to capture her lips with your own, Cersei's moans into the kiss and another rush of arousal settles in your groin.
Your cock was now rock hard, nearly painful. You decide to move quickly.
You disconnect your lips before tilting your head, trailing wet kisses from the Queen's jaw down her neck. You begin sucking on the exposed skin but Cersei tugs at your hair warningly.
"Don't leave a mark." She warns, understanding your intentions.
So instead you move further down, her collarbones, her chest; you begin kneading one of her breasts with one hand while your mouth did all the work on the other.
An unrestrained moan leaves Cersei as you shamelessly took her nipple into your mouth, biting and sucking like your life depended on it.
The Queen arches her back and you harshly pin her down with your other hand, earning a dissatisfied groan from your lover that makes you grin.
Cersei runs her fingers through your hair again just to grab a fistful of it, forcefully guiding your head back up. You wince at the pain but the Queen connects your lips eagerly, her tongue enters your mouth and soon you don't feel anything else.
Her hand slides down your stomach, when she gets to your shaft, she grips it at the base and you choke out a moan, shocked at just how sensitive you were, making you end the kiss prematurely.
Cersei pulls you closer by the neck forcing you to kiss her again, and you comply, although her hand stroking your cock made it near impossible for you to focus.
The Queen wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you even closer and you understood what she was asking of you, but the next words that fall from her lips nearly makes you lose all composure.
"I need you to fuck me." Cersei breathes out against your lips, her tone dripping with need.
You decide to not deny her any longer; lining up the tip of your cock to the Queen's entrance. With one large thrust your length is fully sheathed inside of her, Cersei's arousal allowing you to do so with little resistance.
The noise she lets out is one of pain but mostly overwhelming pleasure; she will never get used to how big you feel inside of her.
You move your hips again, skillful and deliberate, your aim was to make her feel good; based on the nearly deafening sounds of pleasure emitting from the Queen, it would suggest that you are succeeding.
Cersei's nails are clawing at your back as you plunge your cock deep inside, hitting all the right spots within her. The sounds of her broken gasps and moans every time you move only heightens your own pleasure.
You feel her hands against your chest mid thrust pushing you back, you nearly mistake it as an ask to climb off her but she pulls you in for a deep kiss as she lifts herself up with her forearm and you quickly understand what she wanted.
You soon sit up without pulling out, guiding Cersei with a hand on the small of her back. Soon she is on your lap again, the new angle makes her gasp, your cock hitting her even deeper this way.
She begins to move her hips with abandon, and you can only watch in awe as you allow her to ride your cock, taking her pleasure for herself.
The Queen throws her head back as her fingers threaded through your hair once again. A way to tether herself as she explores the depths of pleasure your cock is currently allowing her.
"Do you love me?" You ask in the midst of it, biting back a grunt and Cersei finally looks at you.
Open-mouthed, face contorted as she chases her release, she has never looked so beautiful.
"I do." Your lover responds, she doesn't halt her movements only moving quicker, Cersei mantains her eye contact with you as she deliberately clenches around your length, watching your reaction.
"Do you love me?" Cersei retaliates, she is barely able to get the words out, her peak closely approaching.
"My love for you is the only true thing I feel." You reply earnestly, reaching up to wrap your fingers around her throat, and this works to tip her over the edge.
The Queen comes undone around your girth, she screams out as the orgasm rips through her, clawing at your neck and shoulder. The feeling of her walls squeezing your cock painfully makes you reach your own peak immediately after, releasing your load deep inside of her.
Cersei is still trembling as she rests her head against your shoulder, trying to regain her strength.
You trail gentle kisses on her shoulder, now slick with sweat, allowing her the time to come down from her high as you recover from your own.
–
Cersei laid with her back towards you, your arm wrapped around her torso. You were content as she ran her hand up and down your forearm absentmindedly, both of you merely basking in the afterglow.
It was several minutes until the Queen decides to break the silence.
"You can't blame me for worrying about all the women who fawn over you.. you are too good with your cock." Cersei states and you can't help but let out a huff in amusement.
"You could have any woman you desire." The Queen adds, and you recognised the tone, although uncharacteristic.
It was forlorn and defeated.
"That may be but I desire you." You counter, moving Cersei's hair away from her neck, you plant a kiss against it before moving your arm further up, cupping one of her breasts.
You feel the sensitive bud harden underneath your touch as the Queen lets out a sigh of approval.
"Besides I took an oath of chastity, as far as anyone else is concerned, I must remain abstinent until the day I die." You admit, your breath against her neck.
Cersei hums in response, pushing her rear closer to your front, soon your erection is poking at the flesh of her ass.
"How lucky am I that you are a woman without honour." The Queen quips, extending her arm backwards to place a hand on the back of your neck.
Your teeth grazes her neck before biting down, earning a mewl from the other woman.
"Stop talking." You warn, tightening your grip on her waist before harshly pulling her even closer.
Your shaft, now rubbing against her already weeping cunt.
"Do you surrender yourself to me, completely?" You growl but Cersei doesn't respond, you watch her bite her lip as she lifts her leg slightly, an invitation for you to enter her.
But you were not satisfied.
"Answer me." You order through gritted teeth, the tip of your cock pokes at her entrance and she gasps.
Her grip on the back of your neck now firm.
"Yes.." Cersei finally gives you a response, breathy and submissive.
A triumphant smirk tugs on your lips before you move your hips forward, plunging yourself deep inside the Queen's wanting cunt.
The loud moan of evident pleasure from Cersei urges you on.
You begin thrusting at a relentless pace, your mouth finds her neck once again and you feel the other woman clench desperately around your length as your teeth made contact with her skin.
There is nothing tender about the way you are handling her, and you were both drunk on it.
"My brother was allowed to marry the most beautiful woman in all of the seven kingdoms and I am dealt scraps–" You punctuate your words with each thrust.
Cersei can only afford to gasp and moan in response, the occasional whine from the Queen makes you move even harder, your balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.
"Anything he doesn't want gets passed down to me. Where is his honour?" You groan, your grip on Cersei's hip sure to leave bruises come the morrow.
"You are mine." Your mouth directly above the Queen's ear as you shifted the angle of your cock, hitting a different part of her, the pleasure Cersei feels is almost too much, her eyes roll to the back of her head.
"I am yours." She manages to choke out.
"Please– I am so close–" The Queen adds immediately after, not a beat passes until you feel her cunt convulsing against your cock.
She reaches her peak, intense and forceful and yours washes over you the same. Your vision blurs for a moment as you empty yourself inside of her, Cersei's walls remain clenched around your length as she milks you of every last drop.
Both of your chests are heaving as you carefully pull out of her.
Cersei turns around, guiding your face down to kiss her, and you do, it is adoring and light, a stark contrast to how you were with her just moments ago.
"I am with child." The Queen mutters as your lips part and you are taken aback.
"I don't think it happens that quickly, my love." You jest and Cersei leans back to stare at you, deadpan.
She quickly guides your hand, placing it atop her belly.
"The Maester confirmed it yesterday– we are having another child." The Queen reiterates and you can help the real smile that tugs on your lips, your chest brimming with pride and love for the other woman.
You lean down to plant several kisses all over her belly, Cersei smiles down at you fondly as her fingers got lost in your hair.
You finally lift your head to look at her, your face hovering over hers once again.
"I love you so much." You admit, and Cersei's smile grows as she moves a strand of hair out of your face.
"I know."
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Rewatching 8x05 for writing reasons, which is just a brilliant episode, despite any reasons some might have to hate it, valid or invalid. Miguel Sapochnik is directing and you see his talent and epicness in every shot (that man deserves a freaking Emmy already, I said what I said) but also there are so many things being shown here that if you muted the episode after Daenerys makes her decision, during the battle scene, you would be able to tell exactly what each character is thinking and what's really going on in the story besides the surface action.
Which brings me to that one scene that a lot of people said the woman being attacked as a stand-in for Sansa in the episode for Jon. They are correct and here's how.
Jon is walking through the melee, only coming to life to defend himself when Lannister soldiers are trying to attack him. The Northerners aren't listening to him, they're attacking innocent civilians, Grey Worm is on a killing spree, Davos is trying to help people get away from the bloodshed, Dany is burning the city, Tyrion is off somewhere horrified, Cersei is watching in terror from the Red Keep... But during this scene, the sound is muted to a point where the sounds of battle happening all around Jon sound very far away. We're now seeing what Jon sees, we're in his shock fugue with him. We see on his left civilians, namely women, being brutalized by soldiers -> he keeps walking. We on his right a woman being knocked down to the ground while a child is watching in horror, blood spatter and bodies all around her (and obviously traumatized & also in danger herself since no one is left to protect her) -> he keeps walking. He then sees a Lanniser soldier telling people to run, something his soldiers should be doing (and something he himself should be doing like Davos) but he's not. While the sounds are still muted, Jon notices another Lannister soldier about to rush him and he goes into autopilot & fights the soldier off. He then looks around in horror.
This is not what he signed up for and he almost looks lost, like he doesn't know what to do. Then the sound comes back fully and he hears a scream. In all of the melee, chaos, and death around him, he hears this one woman above the rest and turns to see her being dragged into an alley to presumably be assaulted by one of his own men.
Sure enough, she's about to be and she is trying to crawl away when the man catches her again. Jon ends up saving her, threatening to run his sword through the man. When the latter tries to fight him off to go back to assault this woman, Jon kills him and tells the woman to hide.
So how is this woman standing in for Sansa besides the obvious?
Two ways.
1) Ramsay was the former Warden of the North, the former bastard of Roose Bolton who was a Northerner who "served" Robb Stark, the first King in the North, before betraying him to the Lannisters. The soldier Jon faces off with is a Northerner and is supposed to be under Jon's command as Warden of the North and the former second King in the North.
2) Sansa is who stirs Jon into action when he feels lost.
Every.
Time.
And the parallels between the gif above with Dany and the dagger to the Northern soldier that had Jon's sword run through him, and Jon's staring almost sadly at the man, realizing he had to kill one of his own are far from being coincidental.
Not only was this a precursor to what would occur in 8x06 (and why Jon would make the decision he did) but it also is symbolic of the dynamic between Jon and Sansa as a whole. She's the one who stirs him into action, no matter how terrified or traumatized or angry he might be in that moment (like the shock fugue). No matter how lost he might feel. She gives him direction and dare I say a purpose when he has none (after his death; after the WW are defeated & Dany has gone into tyrant mode).
No wonder we weren't allowed to see Sansa's (or Arya's) reaction to the news of his being a Targaryen.
No wonder Jon told Melisandre not to bring him back if he lost the Battle of the Bastards (after Sansa told him if he lost, she wouldn't be going back to Ramsay alive).
No wonder Jon was not happy with Sansa on the dock in 8x06.
She's always stirred him into action when he doesn't want to be or know how to do it himself (after his death).
He passed a woman he could have saved.
He passed a child he could have helped.
He saw someone on the other side helping and doing the right thing.
The only time he steps in to help someone else is the woman about to be assaulted.
(x) "You are the shield that guards the realms of men. You've always tried to do the right thing. No matter the cost. You've tried to protect people. Who's the greatest threat to the people now?" (no reaction)
"Do you think I'm the last man she'll execute? Who is more dangerous than the rightful heir to the Iron Throne?" (no reaction)
"And your sisters? Do you see them bending the knee?" (a little bit of a reaction)
"Why do you think Sansa told me the truth about you? Because she doesn't want Dany to be queen." (more of a reaction)
"No, but you do. And you have to choose now." (he hesitatingly goes to confront Dany and then 🗡️)
It's not just about her being his "sister" or because she's Lady Stark or family or because they were the last two Starks once upon a time. She literally stirs him into action and gives him purpose. Her pushing to go back to Winterfell led to him caring about the WW invasion again. Her being the one he chooses to protect ended a tyrant and changed history, leading for her to become the first Queen in the North and regain Northern Independence, where she can be forever safe.
It was always Sansa for him, starting in 6x04.
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Remember me… (Oberyn Martellxreader) ANGST - one shot
Warnings: ANGST, really angst, suffering, canon character death, mourning, suicide...
I don't know why I did this to myself...😭🥺🤧
Remember me
The first thing you remember is screaming. But not yours, although apparently you screamed too. That's what Varys told you. Supposedly it was the mournful, piercing cry of a broken heart, but you can't confirm that. Instead of your own screaming, all you heard was ringing in your ears.
But not before Oberyn's scream was drilled into your head. A scream full of unimaginable pain and suffering. A scream that haunts you almost every night.
You don't remember much after that. You fainted and everything else became an incoherent blur.
You remember clinging to Oberyn's cold, stiff chest and sobbing. His face was covered with a red cloth and you were tempted to reveal it, even though you knew it was the worst thing you could do to yourself.
Your hand involuntarily grabbed the edge of the fabric and suddenly someone grabbed your wrist. You looked up to see Varys' sad face as he shook his head.
"No…" he said gently. "You don't want to see this."
He was right, so you moved your hand back and grabbed Oberyn's stiff hand. The hand that held the weapon. The hand that gave you pleasure. The hand that wiped your tears, combed your hair… The hand that firmly held the reins of the restless horse you were riding. The hand that could have killed you, but instead gave you life.
"Can I do something for you?"
You heard Varys' gentle voice again and shook your head. There was nothing in this world he could do for you.
"Can you turn back time? Bring the dead back to life?"
Varys just sighed. There was no need to answer your questions.
After a few moments of silence, you spoke again.
"What about Tyrion?"
Varys tilted his head to the side, surprised by your concern for Lannister. But you couldn't help but like this dwarf.
"He waiting in a cell to die…"
You sighed heavily.
"I hope he escapes."
There was a strange gleam in Varys's eyes as he replied:
"Maybe his fate is not yet decided."
You didn't have the strength to ask for details, but you were counting on it. Not only because you liked Tyrion, but you didn't want that bitch Cersei to win. You had pure hatred for her and believed that she was partly responsible for the death of your loved one.
*
The journey back to Dorne seemed like a never-ending torture. You saw the same places where you two stayed.
You remembered how Oberyn cared about your comfort all the time. Those evenings by the fire when you sat between his legs and he pulled you to his chest.
"My queen." He whispered into your hair and kissed your neck. "You should sit on the iron throne. You are more beautiful and intelligent than all the women in King's Landing."
You started giggling and shook your head and he started nibbling your neck.
"Don't laugh. I'm telling the truth."
*
You didn't remember much about Oberyn's funeral. You heard the others sobbing, but you weren't crying anymore. You had no more tears.
After the funeral, you heard Oberyn's eldest daughters planning revenge, but you didn't care anymore. You were like Doran in that thing, although you had different reasons. The prince wanted to keep the peace at all costs, and you… You simply lost all will to fight.
*
Three months after Oberyn's funeral, you decided to leave Dorne and return to your homeland.
You loved Dorne. You loved the warmth, fountains, palm trees, deserts… You loved the freedom that this land gave women.
You remembered Oberyn bringing you to Dorne and laughing merrily at your enthusiasm.
"My desert flower, you look like a child at a toy stand."
The prince grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him. He kissed you passionately and looked at you with shining eyes.
"Are you really that impressed with my home?"
You nodded eagerly and smiled happily.
"Oh yes… I love Dorne!"
Oberyn smiled and kissed your forehead.
"You haven't even seen the half of it yet. Wait until I take you to the royal gardens and…" He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "I will show you my favorite place, where no one eyes can see what I'm doing to you."
His hand went under your dress and he started stroking your thigh. You moaned softly and nodded.
"I never want to leave Dorne."
Oberyn's hand grabbed your buttock.
"Then you have nothing to worry about because I will never let you leave Dorne. It's your home now."
*
"I am leaving Dorne… I am returning to my homeland."
The prince shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair. He had a fondness for you that was surprising even Oberyn in the past.
"You can stay in Dorne."
"Dorne is not my home."
Doran looked at you surprised, even hurt.
"Is anyone here treating you badly?"
"You don't understand me, prince. Dorne is no longer my home, nor any other place in the world. Oberyn was my home. Without him… I have no home."
Doran sighed heavily and looked at you sadly.
"I'm sorry I can't heal your heart."
You gave him a soft smile.
"It's not your fault, prince. There are just too many memories here."
Doran nodded.
"Remember that despite everything, Dorne will always welcome you with open arms."
*
Your homeland was nothing like Dorne. Cold sea, steep cliffs, common trees, barren land, and a constantly cloudy sky.
And that was what gave you the slightest bit of relief. Because that's what your soul looked like, cold and inaccessible.
And in this unpleasant place, you found the perfect place to bury your memories of Oberyn. You created your own grave. You dug a hole and into it, you threw Oberyn's robe, which still smelled of him, the scarf he wrapped around you, his necklace, and the ring he gave you. And you planted forget-me-nots on the grave.
They didn't sprout the first year, and neither did the second year. In the third year, leaves appeared but there were no flowers. And you centered your entire life around them. Every day you looked after them and talked to them, asking them to bloom. You didn't care what was happening in Westeros. War, dragons, Stark's bastard… You accepted this information without blinking an eye. Only the news of Doran's death caused some reaction in you.
Besides, nothing could break you out of your melancholy…
And finally! You looked at the small blue flowers with emotion. You stroked the green leaves with motherly tenderness. Your friend was surprised at your obsession.
"What's so special about them?"
"They are for Oberyn so that I will always remember him."
Your friend looked at the small flowers skeptically.
"But why forget-me-nots? Wouldn't sunflowers, tulips, or yellow roses go better with Oberyn?"
You shook your head and sat down on the ground.
"No. I know they are small flowers, but if you look closely at them, you will see that their yellow center resembles the sun and the blue petals are like water." You sighed and touched the flowers with your finger. "Like the sun dying in the sea."
Your friend looked at you with concern.
"I'm worried about you. You seem happier lately… since you saw those flowers, but…"
"Everything will be fine." You interrupted her statement. "Everything will be better now."
You looked fondly at the forget-me-nots, your friend just nodded.
*
Like the sun dying in the sea.
With this thought in mind, you went to the cliff, holding a bouquet of forget-me-nots in your hands. You stood on the edge, remembering your last conversation.
"I'm begging you, Oberyn… This is not a human, this is some kind of monster… A giant!"
Oberyn smiled at you and brushed the hair away from your worried face.
"He is a very clumsy and slow giant and I will kill him."
His calmness didn't soothe you at all. You were terrified and placed your hands on his chest.
"If you die, I swear I will end my life by jumping off a cliff!"
Oberyn put down his wine glass and looked at you gently. He cupped your face in his hands.
"If I die, plant forget-me-nots for me in the barren land to remember me. If they bloom, then you can jump off a cliff." He rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs. "But that will never happen, because today is not the day I die."
*
"But you died…" you whispered, standing over the edge and clutching the forget-me-nots to your chest.
Tears began to flow down your cheeks and you felt a warmth on your back, as if his spirit was hugging you. The wind from the sea blew warm air over your face, drying your tears and brushing your hair away from your face, and you heard a whisper: "I'm sorry…"
Then you took a step forward into the open and waiting arms of your loved one…
*
"I'm with you
Whenever you tell, my story
For I am all I've done
Remember, I will still be here
As long as you hold me, in your memory
Remember me"
Josh Groban - Remember
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Sansa being insecure about people's perception of her wits:
"Joffrey laughed. “He’s my mother’s dog, in truth. She has set him to guard me, and so he does.”
“You mean the Hound,” she said. She wanted to hit herself for being so slow. Her prince would never love her if she seemed stupid.[…] (Sansa I, AGOT)
…...
“Your Grace,” he said sharply. “You truly are a stupid girl, aren’t you? My mother says so.”
“She does?” After all that had happened, his words should have lost their power to hurt her, yet somehow they had not. The queen had always been so kind to her. (Sansa VI, AGOT)
......
[…]I killed a man last night who was bigger than your father. They came to the gate shouting my name and calling for bread like I was some baker, but I taught them better. I shot the loudest one right through the throat.”
“And he died?” With the ugly iron head of the quarrel staring her in the face, it was hard to think what else to say. (Sansa III, ACOK)
…...
“[…]The Queen of Thorns, she’s called. Isn’t that right?”
“It is.” Ser Loras laughed. He has the warmest laugh, she thought as he went on, “You’d best not use that name in her presence, though, or you’re like to get pricked.”
Sansa reddened. Any fool would have realized that no woman would be happy about being called “the Queen of Thorns.” Maybe I truly am as stupid as Cersei Lannister says. Desperately she tried to think of something clever and charming to say to him, but her wits had deserted her." (Sansa I, ASOS)
…...
"[…] Oh, why did I have to mention Ser Robar? Sansa thought. I’ve ruined everything. [Ser Loras] is angry with me now. She tried to think of something she might say to make amends, but all the words that came to her were lame and weak. Be quiet, or you will only make it worse, she told herself. (Sansa I, ASOS)
…...
“You are very beautiful, Sansa,” [Tyrion] told her.
“It is good of you to say so, my lord.” She did not know what else to say. Should I tell him he is handsome? He’ll think me a fool or a liar. She lowered her gaze and held her tongue. (Sansa III, ASOS)
…...
“Harry the Heir?”
“Lady Waynwood’s ward. Harrold Hardyng. I suppose we must call him Ser Harry now. Bronze Yohn knighted him.”
“Oh.” Alayne was confused. Why should Lady Waynwood’s ward be her heir? She had sons of her own blood. One was the Knight of the Bloody Gate, Ser Donnel. She did not want to look stupid, though, so all she said was, “I pray he proves a worthy knight.” (Alayne III, AFFC)
there's a general consensus that Sansa is a charming girl with great social skills. and that is true to some extent like she's not shy and she's capable of striking up a conversation with anyone. but we can see here that she's not very confident of herself when interacting with people, that she's often overthinking her words in fear of being perceived as stupid or callous. because she wants to be a graceful lady but one cannot be graceful if they're seen as non-clever. i dare say that Sansa's fervent adherence to courtesies is a way for her to deal with her social insecurities through the use of formulaic conversational phrases that she thinks will provide her with positive social interactions.
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Hi could you do a Tywin Lannister x Targaryen reader where the reader is the surviving daughter of Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen ( aegons twin) saved by Ned stark and raised by the starks she'll be know as Robb stark twin sister an arranged one shot where the two are married
twyin lannister x female!reader
pretty much the same as the ask :)
word count: 1024 words
reading time: about 5 minutes
warnings: mentions death. Very, very brief mention of what happened to Elia Martell
The Starks were a large, mismatched family with a bastard and a ward that they looked after amongst their own children. Amongst the various secrets in their family, the was a large looming secret that was kept with the utmost importance. That their oldest daughter, twin to Robb, was not truly their daughter. Instead, one of the last living Targaryens, living in the North and as a Stark. Her hair was dyed a deep black to help hide the otherwise snow-white hair. It was of the utmost importance it was regularly dyed to ensure it was she was safe. No one outside of the family knew of such a secret, many believing she was simply (Y/N) Stark.
You were married to Tywin Lannister after the man realised he needed a successor. Jamie nor Tyrion was fit to rule over Casterly Rock. They did not have the drive or power to rule House Lannister, thus he needed another. It was well known the Lord of Casterly Rock was obsessed with the betterment of his house. When the opportunity arose to marry a Stark, excelling his relations in the North and producing an heir, he took it.
Your wedding was extravagant, a large feast with many notable houses invited to wish the best to the pair. Many wishes and gifts were given, even before the wedding commenced. Though you seemed less than excited at the festivities, a fake smile sat on your face for most of the night. It was not that Tywin was a hideous man, much the opposite, you simply had no knowledge outside whispers and tales about the man. A dictator. A murderer. A widower. You had heard of what he planned to do to the Targaryens, what his son did to the King. To hear the murders of your family had always put you on edge, leaving a sour taste in your mouth. But you never had the misfortune to be close to the people who had murdered them. To marry someone who allowed the rape and murder of your mother and siblings. It was fear that fueled you, though he knew not of your true name, you feared if he ever did your fate would be the same as your mother.
During your relationship with the man, you dyed your hair more than usual. Doing it an almost unhealthy amount, that you feared what might happen if he saw even a strand of your natural hair. He was a smart man, easily reading people and putting two and two together. You knew even the slightest whiff of something he would be on it like a bloodhound.
Yet over the years, you both began to grow true feelings for one another. You began to become more relaxed around the man you had feared for some time. Going back to dying your hair less, being more open about your life instead of the shell of the person you were when they met. You both share quality time together, simply going through the steps to falling in love.
But with comfort came carelessness, as things began to slip. Truths were slowly coming to the surface. Tywin begins to take more notice of certain things. How you dye your hair. The fear and wariness when the Mountain was just mentioned. Whenever asking any question about it, you stirred away from such a thing, moving the focus to anything but the topic at hand. Tywin was not one to entertain secrets and lies within his family. Treating them like weeds in a garden, needing to be uprooted and taken out before they grew too much.
Deciding he had had enough of the games, trapping you in conversation before springing the questions and demanding the answers. "My Lady Wife, I have a question for you?" You had been chatting about what happened that day, how you talked through the garden, what you saw, and who you talked to. Simply thinking the question would be based on that, you nodded happily "Of course, ask me anything." You looked at him so innocently, a soft smile on your face. "I want to ask about your hair. Is black its natural colour?" You laugh slightly at his question, but there was an underlying worry. "Of course, my love. Why would you think it was not?"
He took notice of the worry in your voice, no matter how small or slight it was. His eyes bore into your own, his face void of emotion, you felt like a mouse going up against a cat. "It just seems to dull one day and then the next it is much deeper. Can you explain?" His words were chosen carefully, stringing them together, eyes burning you into your seat. You wanted nothing more to get away from this conversation, but you knew it would only bring more questions. You knew your husband was a tactical man, piecing things together in his mind, wanting to catch you in a lie.
"Perhaps it was simply the light that day? The weather had been strange as of late." It was a lie wrapped in truth, hoping it was enough to set him off his trail. But he did not falter eyes looking at you questioningly, as if he was asking if that truly was your final answer. But you attempt to stay stone face, mirroring your husband. "Do not lie to me. I do not take well to lies." It was meant to evoke fear within you, to use your fear to get the truth from you. But you would not crack so easily to be scared of the consequences of telling the truth than telling a lie.
"I do not speak lies. It is the truth, my love. Why would I lie to you?" Your voice was sweet as you lean in closer to him in the hopes it would ease the tension. But he was still like a stone, not giving her an inch. "But you do lie, you think you are a little minx. You think the sly old fox will not catch on. But it does. It always does, my sweet little dragon."
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I was woundering if could do a tyrion lannister short were there just newly wed and y/n bother is makeing a Speech about how his y/n is a trader to the family for agreeing to marry Tyrion
Could you also use this gif
Traitor to the Stark’s
Staring at myself in the mirror I brushed my hands over my dress I was so nervous. I was even more nervous than I was the day of my arranged marriage a few months ago. The chamber door opened and my husband Tyrion came in seeing that I hadn’t moved when he came to check on me once he was ready. “Y/n, my darling wife is everything okay?”
“I’m more nervous than I ever been in my whole life. Tyrion, I know I shouldn’t be since we are back in my childhood home. But…everything feels different now.” Running my hands through my straight hair I sighed heavily.
Tyrion moved away from the door taking my hands in his meeting my gaze when I was looking down at him. “You have absolutely nothing to fear dear wife. For it is I who should be more worried than you. Since this is the first time I shall be presented as your husband.”
“Tyrion, you have only ever been so kind and gentle to me. If my parents can’t see past the Lannister name then they are fools. I’ll be there for you.” Squeezing his hand in mine he let me lead him through the hallway since I knew the castle better than he did even though I hadn’t been there in a few months. We entered the great hall seeing my mother and father Lord and Lady Stark waiting with my twin brother Robb watching to,learn the duties if a Lord one day.
My father got to his feet bowing to greet us both with a smile on his face seeing me again. “Lord Tyrion, Lady Y/n, it’s so good to have you in our home as honorable guests.”
“As you it is you father - uh I mean Lord Stark.” I corrected myself blushing at the mistake I had made calling him something other than the Lord of Winterfell.
Tyrion nodded towards my mother even though she wasn’t quite as warmed up to him after what happened to Bran. “It is a pleasure to see you again, Lady Stark. I know my darling wife has missed you both dearly.”
“I’m shocked she even remembers who we are. Considering she’s been transformed into a Lannister in the short mouths away from her former family. You can’t even recognize that she used to be a Stark with the way she dresses and she doesn’t even carry her dagger on her hip like she used to. I’d say she’s a traitor to the Stark name!” My twin brother got his feet snapping sharply at me.
Sucking in a breath I felt some tears falling down my face at his words thinking that he might be right. “Robb, I…I’m still your sister.”
“You may share my blood but you’re not even acting like your old self. You weren’t always proper and here you are in a dress rather than trousers and a tunic. I know my sister and you’re not acting like her right now!” He raised his voice stepping in from of me growling through his teeth.
Our mother finally came forward yanking him away for our father to talk alone with him. “Robb that’s quite enough. I’m so sorry Lord Tyrion. We will continue this visit later.” She walked out of the room to find my father and brother leaving us alone where it was just me and Tyrion.
“Y/n, Y/n, look at me. Please look at me.” Tyrion pulled me from my trance of tears and just watching the door that had already shut in my face. Seeing that I was crying through some tears and clutching my hands into fists at my side.
Shaking my head I cleared my throat yanking my head down to stare at him in those soft green eyes. “Yes Tyrion, what were you saying?”
“I said it’s not your fault that you’re brother looks at you differently. You were forced into a marriage with me but I thought I was doing a good job and letting you remain to be the girl I met that day I said our vows to the gods.” He dropped his gaze to the floor with a weak smile feeling like he had failed somehow.
Dropping to my knees so I could be eye level with him I didn’t care what happened to the now stained red Lannister dress. “Tyrion, don’t think for a moment that you have been a bad husband to me. I have heard the horror stories of girls my age marrying brutal men who are rough, who are old men like Walter Frey or who only spend time with their wives to put a heir in their belly. But you are none of these things.” Placing my hands on his shoulders he finally looks me in the eye.
“Thank you, Y/n my dear wolf. Even if your brother won’t see it. You will always be a Stark first and foremost before you were a Lannister.” Tyrion sent me a smile resting his hands on my face leaning down giving me a gentle kiss.
Kissing him back I squeezed his shoulders smiling into our soft kiss. “You will always be the best husband that I could have asked for, Tyrion.” We would be there for each other even if our families weren’t friends.
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Remember the series that was supposed to be about the era of Bran the Builder? I'm not sure if it was officially called "Blood Moon" but that's the name a lot of people are using to refer to it.
In any case, it was scrapped after millions of dollars were spent on it. That seems like an terrible waste, they should have at least tried to salvage a one-off TV movie out of it.
So Flora Moody is a hair and makeup artist who worked on the project. She posted a clip which seems to feature several images from the defunct series at Instagram.
Dan Selcke at Winter Is Coming writes...
While House of the Dragon is set over one hundred years before the events of Game of Thrones, Blood Moon would have taken place thousands of years before the likes of Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen and Tyrion Lannister were born. To this day, we don't know exactly what it was about, although we have clues. We know it had a large ensemble cast, though, including Miranda Richardson, Denise Gough, Jamie Campbell Bower (who went on to play Vecna on Stranger Things), Shiela Atim, Toby Regbo, and Naomi Watts, who would have played “a charismatic socialite with a dark secret.”
Details remain elusive, but reports have it that Watts may have played a member of the Casterly family, the people who occupied Casterly Rock before the Lannisters tricked them out of it, and that the pilot would have revolved around a marriage between a Castlery girl and a Stark boy. What exactly would have happened after that, we'll never know.
Still, a whole pilot was shot and scrapped; there are still pictures of Watts and company in full costume on set floating around the internet. In fact, a bunch of new ones just got uploaded. Hair and makeup designer Flora Moody posted a video of images from the set to her Instagram page.
The House Casterly was said to have been tricked out of their holdings by Lann the Clever – progenitor of House Lannister.
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OPERATION ICEBERG: THE TIER LIST
THEORY:
Oberyn poisoned Tywin
TIER:
Low Probability: While not impossible, these theories are unlikely based on the current evidence.
[Tier list overview]
EVIDENCE:
First, what you need to know ->
Tywin Lannister was fatally shot by Tyrion Lannister with a crossbow bolt above the groin while in the privy.
Some believe Oberyn Martell poisoned Tywin before he was killed.
Second, the proof ->
Oberyn arrives in King's Landing with a single goal: to seek justice for Elia Martell and her children.
I came for justice for Elia and her children, and I will have it. Starting with this lummox Gregor Clegane... but not, I think, ending there. Before he dies, the Enormity That Rides will tell me whence came his orders, please assure your lord father of that. - Tyrion V, ASOS
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He wants the head that spoke the words, not just the hand that swung the sword. - Tyrion IX, ASOS
Oberyn Martell was somewhat of an expert in the field of poison.
"To be sure, I have much to thank your sister for. If not for her accusation at the feast, it might well be you judging me instead of me judging you." The prince's eyes were dark with amusement. "Who knows more of poison than the Red Viper of Dorne, after all? [...]" - Tyrion IX, ASOS
Before the trial, Jaime learns his father is meeting with Oberyn and Mace Tyrell.
Oberyn's proximity to Tywin offers him a chance to possibly poison him.
"I fight with my left now. It makes for more of a contest. Where will I find my lord father?"
"In the solar with Lord Tyrell and Prince Oberyn."
Mace Tyrell and the Red Viper breaking bread together? Strange and stranger. - Jaime VII, ASOS
Oberyn shares foreboding remarks about Tywin with Tyrion.
"Your father," said Prince Oberyn, "may not live forever."
Something about the way he said it made the hairs on the back of Tyrion's neck bristle. Suddenly he was mindful of Elia again, and all that Oberyn had said as they crossed the field of ashes. - Tyrion IX, ASOS
During Tyrion's trial, Pycelle mentions a poison that might be of relevance.
"Widow's blood, this one is called, for the color. A cruel potion. It shuts down a man's bladder and bowels, until he drowns in his own poisons." - Tyrion IX, ASOS
Tyrion thinks Tywin looks like he might have also consumed some poison.
"Let the gods judge. Ser Gregor Clegane will stand for Joffrey. He returned to the city the night before last, to put his sword at my service."
Lord Tywin's face was so dark that for half a heartbeat Tyrion wondered if he'd drunk some poisoned wine as well. - Tyrion X, ASOS
Tywin was killed while on the privy.
He found his father where he knew he’d find him, seated in the dimness of the privy tower, bedrobe hiked up around his hips.
[...]
For once, his father did what Tyrion asked him. The proof was the sudden stench, as his bowels loosened in the moment of death. Well, he was in the right place for it, Tyrion thought. But the stink that filled the privy gave ample evidence that the oft-repeated jape about his father was just another lie.
Lord Tywin Lannister did not, in the end, shit gold. - Tyrion XI, ASOS
Tywin's corpse was notably foul-smelling and decayed.
The King's Hand was rotting visibly. His face had taken on a greenish tinge, and his eyes were deeply sunken, two black pits. Fissures had opened in his cheeks, and a foul white fluid was seeping through the joints of his splendid gold-and-crimson armor to pool beneath his body.
[...]
"I wasn't scared," the boy insisted. "The smell made me sick. Didn't it make you sick? How could you bear it, Uncle, ser?" - Jaime I, AFFC
In A Feast for Crows, we discover that Oberyn managed to poison Gregor before his own demise.
"He is so kind . . . but a headsman's sword is no fit end for brave Ser Gregor. We have prayed so long for his death, it is only fair that he pray for it as well. I know the poison that my father used, and there is none slower or more agonizing. Soon we may hear the Mountain screaming, even here in Sunspear." - The Captain of the Guards, AFFC
COUNTER-EVIDENCE:
For starters, all the "proof" above is flimsy as hell.
Next, this was not Oberyn or Doran's plan whatsoever.
"You mistake patience for forbearance. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children. It was my hope to strip him of all that he held most dear before I killed him, but it would seem his dwarf son has robbed me of that pleasure. I take some small solace in knowing that he died a cruel death at the hands of the monster that he himself begot. [...]" - The Princess in the Tower, AFFC
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"I am not blind, nor deaf. I know that you all believe me weak, frightened, feeble. Your father knew me better. Oberyn was ever the viper. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him. I was the grass. Pleasant, complaisant, sweet-smelling, swaying with every breeze. Who fears to walk upon the grass? But it is the grass that hides the viper from his enemies and shelters him until he strikes. Your father and I worked more closely than you know … [...]" - The Watcher, ADWD
If the argument is that Oberyn went rogue, then he's not even sticking to his own plan.
His intention was for Gregor to confess that Tywin gave the orders, kill Gregor, and then move on to the next target. Why would Oberyn hastily poison Tywin before that happened?
I came for justice for Elia and her children, and I will have it. Starting with this lummox Gregor Clegane... but not, I think, ending there. Before he dies, the Enormity That Rides will tell me whence came his orders, please assure your lord father of that. - Tyrion V, ASOS
When it comes to Elia, this is not Oberyn's style.
Oberyn needed Gregor to publicly admit his role in Elia's rape and murder, as well as the killing of her children. He wanted the crimes exposed to everyone, while openly disgracing and humiliating Gregor in the process.
I doubt Oberyn would find satisfaction in quietly poisoning Tywin without a public acknowledgment of his crimes.
He tossed aside the splintered spear and claimed his foe's greatsword. "If you die before you say her name, ser, I will hunt you through all seven hells," he promised. - Tyrion X, ASOS
Oberyn knows he'd be the prime suspect if Tywin were poisoned.
"To be sure, I have much to thank your sister for. If not for her accusation at the feast, it might well be you judging me instead of me judging you." The prince's eyes were dark with amusement. "Who knows more of poison than the Red Viper of Dorne, after all? [...]" - Tyrion IX, ASOS
During a Podcast of Ice and Fire, Elio M. García and Linda Antonsson dismissed the theory as "total nonsense."
I'm not about to listen to Elio and Linda's podcast, so here's a summary of what they said.
As an ASoIaF fan, you haven't known heartache until a chuckling Elio Garcia refers to your pet theory as "total nonsense," let me just tell you. Anyway, Linda does the bulk of the debunking, asserting that there's nothing about either death or even getting shot in the bowels that would magically undo the work of a poison that completely shuts down the excretory system -- since Tywin does shit as he dies, we can therefore deduce that the fatal constipation induced by Widow's Blood wasn't in effect. - boiledleather
(Out of all the things to say, that's her counter-argument, lol.)
Other things to consider:
This is utterly inconsequential; the story gains nothing if this is true.
I think it's critical that Tyrion was the one to kill Tywin and that Tywin wasn't already dying.
Doesn't him being on the privy suggest his bowels are functioning normally and not shut down?
Tywin's decaying corpse and foul smell are symbolic of his internal corruption and moral rot, not indicators of poisoning.
STUMPY'S THOUGHTS:
No smoking gun, no hard evidence, no definitive proof. George is much more explicit than this.
It's not a crazy idea, but it's unlikely.
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Warrior of the Mind
TITLE: Warrior of the Mind
PAIRING: Oberyn/Goddess!OC
RATING: T
CHAPTER: One-shot
SUMMARY: Facing off with the Mountain, Oberyn has more than just luck on his side.
[A/N - Inspired by "Warrior of the Mind" from Epic: The Musical.]
Oberyn stepped into the arena. Today was the day he would face off against the man who had raped and murdered his beloved sister Elia and her children.
You must be careful, my Viper, her voice whispered in his mind. He glanced up at the sky.
Guide my spear, my Goddess.
Follow my instructions and you shall have your vengeance. I have guided you to this moment. You will be able to sleep at night and you will no longer require me.
I shall always require you, my Goddess. He heard her laugh.
You’ve no need to flatter me, my Viper.
Through the years, she had become more than a mentor. He saw her as a friend, as foolish as that sounded.
I want to see you again.
Win for me. Take down the man who took the one you loved the most. Then we shall meet again face to face.
Oberyn had only seen her face-to-face once in his life when he was much younger.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In Dorne, there were legends of a mighty boar in the Wilds. Whoever went searching for it never returned or if they did, they soon died of injuries.
So Oberyn took his spear and went searching for the boar, despite Doran and Elia trying to talk him out of it. When he came upon a clearing, he felt like he was being watched.
“I know you’re there. Come out,” he called. He looked around, pretending to be searching for the boar until he stopped. “There you are.”
A woman manifested out of the shadows. She was dressed in a flowing white gown with hair the color of dragon fire and cool blue eyes.
“How could you see me?” Oberyn smiled.
“I couldn’t.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You must be very clever or very foolish to try and trick me.”
“I’d like to think I’m a little of both.”
“What is your name?”
“Tell me yours and I will tell you mine.”
Finally, the woman sighed. “I admire your wit. For that I will give you my name. I am Maean.”
Oberyn’s eyes went wide. “An Old God?”
“We still live among you. Despite what the mortal rulers of this world would have you believe.” Her eyes zeroed in on his spear. “You are a warrior.”
Oberyn expertly twirled the spear in his hands. “I don’t like to boast…”
“Dedicate your life to me and I will make you the most skilled warrior in this world.”
“Dedicate my life to you?”
“You will best every opponent if only you pledge your life and your spear to me.”
Oberyn considered it for a moment, before finally kneeling. “I pledge my life and my spear to you, my Goddess.”
“I vow to serve as your mentor until the time comes where you no longer need me.” She placed a hand on his head. “Rise, my Viper.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Oberyn was shaken out of his recollection by the thumping footsteps of the Mountain.
The trial by combat began.
Oberyn danced around his opponent, like a viper toying with his next meal. Maean talked him through it the whole time, pointing out weak spots in armor. Oberyn struck the killing blow and the Mountain fell back dead.
The arena was silent for a moment.
Oberyn threw his spear aside as Ellaria ran to him. She kissed him passionately.
Tywin Lannister stood up. “Prince Oberyn of Dorne is the winner.”
“And Tyrion is free to go?” Oberyn asked.
Tywin’s smile was tense. “Of course. You’ve won the trial by combat.”
“He’s lying,” a female voice said.
It was a voice Oberyn frequently heard in his mind. He turned and saw her there.
She had appeared out of thin air, dressed in a flowing white gown. Her neck, wrists, and ankles were draped in gold.
“And who might you be?” Tywin asked.
“I am Maean, Goddess of Conquest.” She came to stand in front of Oberyn. “You will let Tyrion of House Lannister go with peace.”
“Or what?”
A flaming sword appeared in her hand. “Or you will lose your head. Along with anyone else who stands in my way.”
Tywin and the Goddess stared at each other for a few moments before he sat down.
Maean led Oberyn, Tyrion, and Ellaria out of the arena, flaming sword in hand. Once they were safely away from any that would harm them, Maean let the flaming sword disappear.
She turned to Oberyn. “You have done well, my Viper. You no longer require my services.”
Oberyn shook his head. He knelt down before her. “I pledge my life and my spear to you, my Goddess.”
“You have fulfilled your oath.”
Oberyn took her hand in his. “I will continue to serve you in whatever way you need me. You are not just my mentor, but my friend.”
Maean cocked her head to the side, making her seem a lot younger than she was. “Friend? Gods do not have friends.”
Oberyn smiled. “You have made one of this mere mortal.”
“Friends.”
Oberyn nodded. “I hope to have the blessing of your company every now and then.”
“Very well. I shall visit you, but my obligation to you has ended. I will no longer be able to ensure your protection.”
“I think I shall manage.”
Maean smiled. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Goodbye, my Viper.”
“Farewell, my Goddess.”
Maean faded with the wind.
Oberyn stood up and turned to Ellaria, who had a smirk on her face. “A Goddess? Oberyn, you have left me out of all the fun.”
Oberyn looked at the sky.
Even though she would no longer be a voice in his head, he knew Meaen would not leave him.
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