Anoymous requested: Can you make a young!tywin lannister x reader where he they meet and fall in love and have sex before the wedding?
warning: brief smut
{I’m on good streak of writing, and since I publish when I finish editing, I’ve been going back to fulfill some of my older requests, and this one caught my interest. Enjoy this energy while it lasts! This is a little break from Robb, hope you guys enjoy!}
Tywin was a rational man. He thought out each step before he made it, each word before he said it, even a sideways glance was calculated and measured to an almost scientific degree. He’d been schooled in the importance of sound decision making, the importance of securing a suitable wife who’s name was as good as her looks. He’d assumed that the wives’ tales of love at first sight were only fables for girls who dreamed of being princesses, and that he would learn to love whoever his family picked for him.
He’d first seen you in the gardens at Casterly Rock, a few days before a tourney, cooing and extending a gentle hand to coax a dove onto your finger, your attention singularly focused on your task.
He smiled a little as he watched you tempt the bird with promises of seed from the kitchens, and laughed as the bird took flight, a string of muttered curses following it into the sky. “You’d do better with a net than your hand.”
{This is one of my favorite series to write at the moment, and since I’m flowing with inspiration at the moment, here’s part three.}
You could feel the tangle of his limbs with yours, and a slight nausea tickling the back of your throat as you rested in the shadow of your ‘reunion’.
Robb had proven a more than able lover, no different than the last time you’d laid together. His arms were snug around your waist as he kissed up your shoulder.
You felt unnerved at how easily he’d grown to trust you, forgetting weeks of torment and misery the moment you’d implied that you had any meaning behind your actions. It was easy being married to him, as easy as breathing, because he so badly wanted you to harmonize with him, he bent over backwards to achieve his intended bliss. In the afterglow, you had difficulty finding your words, but he was quicker to recover.
@future-ll-evans requested: “Rhaegar and Sister! Reader so he’s not stupid and doesn’t die”
Sibling Incest Warning!
{Sorry, this is a bit of a shorter one!}
In the five or so years since the two had been wed, Rhaegar had never seen his sister so fiercely angry. She’d turned her back on him, and was muttering quiet curses in their mother tongue, her cheeks flushed a deep red. Finally, she turned back to him.
“A Stark?” She demanded, shoving him harshly. “Honestly Rhaegar, what were you thinking?”
He was infuriatingly calm. “She’s beautiful, and I’m certain many men love her, the crown belonged to her.” He flashed a testy smile, keeping his tone pleasant.
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