Use Me / Cersei Lannister x OC Male

18. Pseudo Father

The wedding was fast approaching when sansa came to tate in tears. Blubbering like a baby big fat tears streamed down her face as she screamed out.

"I dont want to marry the imp!"

"Im her closest living kin. Im her pseudo father." Tate declared. "And i object."

"You dont have a say."

"Robb is still alive and well and kicking your ass." Tate challenged "what makes you think she is your key to the north?"

"Reassurance. Besides she will be safe-"

"Tyrion is so old." Tate countered

"No older than you."

"And im her uncle!" Tate agreed. "Its disgusting."

"Please." Tywin groaned. "We both know who holds the power here."

"Me? Is the answer me? It feels like it should be me." Tate decided.

"Me." Tywin countered. "Not you. Never you."

"I dont like that answer."

"Did you fix this uncle tate?"

"I can kill tyrion." Tate offered. Cersei stared back at him. "You would like that wouldnt you?" She didnt speak just stared. "Tyrion. Dead. I will do it. To protect you."

"Kill him." Sansa agreed desperately.

Tate couldnt kill tyrion. He couldnt do it. Tyrion was innocent in this but he could give tyrion a very stern talking to.

Tyrion tensed when his feet lifted off the ground. He flinched when his back was slammed against the wall. Despite the tapestry it did little to help with the blow.

"Tate. How pleasent. I am to be roughed up by three out of four of the tully siblings."

"My niece is not your plaything. My niece is not your whore. My niece will never be touched by you. My niece is sweet and innocent and very young. I dont want her corrupted by you." Tate demanded.

"Okay great. One question." Tyrion quipped his back was hurting and he knew he would regret this but he was a fool and his tongue was loose. "Which niece?" Tate slammed him down hard.

"I will do worse than kill you if you touch sansa at all. Harm her at all. If sansa tells me you looked at her the wrong way. I will destroy you."

"Noted. Digested. Understood completely." Tyrion agreed.

Tate nodded satisfied before marching off. Cersei didnt realize she was biting her lip as she watched him go. Tate spared her a glance and she looked away.

"You see all that?"

"I did." Cersei agreed.

"Good." Tate called back still walking off. "Tell your father the same. I know he was the brilliant mastermind behind this. Tell him i will hurt him. Tell him i will make him bleed and make him bend if sansa is harmed in any way shape or form." Tate shouted back.

"And me?" That got tate to stop.

"you?"

"You dont think im the mastermind?"

"I think you found out that sansa had a crush on loras tyrell and took things too far. If you want me to bend you over the table i can do that. I can call you a bad girl too." Cersei rolled her eyes "too far?"

"Too far." She confirmed.

"I had you thinking about it though." tate countered.

"Hardly."

"So a little bit. Hardly means scarcely."

" to an insignificant degree." Cersei added. " you are the insignificant part."

" but you still think about me. I bet you think about me in the bath when you're brushing your pretty hair when you touch yourself. I bet you think about me."

"Its amazing."

'Me? Thank you."

"Your ability to go from threatening to flirting." Cersei clarified.

"Flirting with you comes easy. Im sure i could make you come easy too."

"Your father is dead-" joffrey squeaked out like a cat that had its tail stomped on as he went flying to his ass. Tate brushed off his sleeves before giving his arm to sansa.

"Y-y-you cant!" Joffrey sputtered from the ground.

"Cant what?" Tate challenged. "Lets get this over with so you can have cake."

"Pie." Sansa countered

"Pie. All the pie." Tate agreed.

"She is lucky to have you." Cersei remarked when Tate took his spot. 

"I couldnt stop this." Tate countered under his breath. 

"She is lucky to have you fighting for her." Cersei clarified. "I have no one."

"You have the world." Tate corrected. 

"I dont." Cersei corrected. Tate held her gaze a moment longer. "I have no one."

"'So their son will be your nephew after you are wed to Joffrey of course,' Olena said 'and you'll be the kings stepfather and brother-in-law when you marry the King's mother. Joffrey will become his sister-in-law and your son will be Loras nephew? grandson... I'm not sure but your brother will become your father-in-law that much is beyond dispute.' Olenna informed them.

"You are to marry loras tyrell?" Tate questioned. 

"Not that is any of your business-" Cersei hissed. 

"Thats what you meant. You have no one, your father is selling you off again." Tate cut in. Cersei nodded. "I'm sorry." Cersei scoffed. "You dont believe me?"

"My awful family has forced your innocent niece to marry my awful brother. Why would you feel sorry for me?" Cersei agreed, tate took his seat beside her, cersei breathed him in relaxing against her will, he had a way of doing that. 

"Because sansa in some sort of stupid way looked up to you and I dont think you are all that bad underneath those expensive clothes you are just like me. A few too many scars than we like to admit." 

"Unclothe her!" Joffrey shouted marching forward. "Hurry take her clothes she wont-" the ground was coming fast at joffreys face at that. He cried out as he hit the ground hard. Sansa looked to tate who sat legs outstretched a smug stare on his face.

"Careful your grace. I hear Walking is a challenge for small bitter children." Tate offered lifting his wine glass. He took a long sip before heading to sansa and offering his arm.  "Ready sweetie?"

"Save me." She begged as tate led her away. Tywin scowled as cersei ran to joffrey.

"You will give that girl a child." Tywin warned.

"I was threatened by tatum otherwise." Tyrion countered. "Surprisingly... Im more scared of him."