Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Lions - Part 1 - Tywin x Jaime x Reader

For lannistersbridgerton

"He is looking at you again......" (Y/n) looking up as Tyrion nudged her.

"What......? Who............?" She countered, as she turned to her friend.

"My father. I swear that every time you are in the room.........."

"I should imagine that your father looks at a great many things, Tyrion........"

"Not like he looks at you........." The little man chuckling to himself, as (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

"If you think that your father makes a special effort to look at me, I would suggest that you have been filling that brain of yours with too many stories of courtly romance. Your father is the Hand of the King, and has far better things to do, than concern himself with a simple lady........."

"Who's a simple lady..........?" Another voice interjected. (Y/n) and Tyrion turning to see Jaime leaning against the jamb of the door. A smile making its way onto his lips, as (Y/n) looked at him.

"(Y/n)......." Tyrion replied, nudging (Y/n) again, as Jaime made his way further into the room. His eyes never leaving hers.

"You? A simple lady? I would never say that........."

"I was merely trying to make a point, as your brother was regaling me with his foolish, and fantastical notions about your father......"

"Father.......what about father........?" Jaime continued, as he joined the pair, and took a seat next to (Y/n). The lady speaking before Tyrion got the chance.

"Tyrion here, believes that your father cannot keep his eyes from me, whenever I am around. I suggested that he had been reading too many tales of courtly romance, as your father has better things to do than concern himself with me." (Y/n) explained, before she got to her feet and smoothed down her shirts.

"Now, if you two will excuse me, I myself have better things to do than listen to flights of fancy." She continued. Chuckling as Tyrion feigned a look of hurt, before she leant over and placed a kiss to his cheek, and then did the same to Jaime. The Kingsguard fighting the urge to turn his head so that her lips would find his. The lions watching as she left the room. Jaime turning to look at his brother, as Tyrion let out an amused snort. His amusement only growing, as Jaime's brows furrowed.

"What..........?"

"It would appear that our father is not the only that can't keep his eyes from the lovely lady........."

"Tyrion, I am a Kingsguard........."

"True, but that doesn't mean that you stopped being a man when you took the cloak. Well, not unless they chopped off your cock when they put your name in the book." Tyrion countered, chuckling again at his older sibling's expression.

"Just because you took the oath, Jaime, that does not mean that you can no longer appreciate women; and especially one that looks like (Y/n). Anyway, if you ask me, celibacy is not a good thing for a man; and how not having sex makes you more capable of protecting the king, I have no idea........Personally, if (Y/n) was interested in me, you wouldn't be able to keep me out of her bed, oath or not." The little man added, before taking a gulp of his wine. Smiling to himself, as his brother turned his eyes to the door through which the lady had left.

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(Y/n) made her way through the corridors, heading for the gardens. When she had told the lions that she had better things to do, that wasn't exactly the truth. What she had really wanted to do, was put some space between herself and Tyrion; to stop him making any more comments or worse, asking awkward questions.

She had known that sooner or later her old friend would notice something; whether it was the something between her and his father, or between her and his brother; Tyrion always too smart and observant for anyone else's good. So, all she could do now, was continue to pretend that she had no idea what the little man was talking about. To brush of his suggestions about Tywin, as foolishness.

"My lady..........." The sudden call causing (Y/n) to stop and turn, to see a Lannister bannerman making his way towards her.

"The Lord Hand wishes to see you........" He continued. (Y/n) nodding, before she followed after him.

This was not the first time that she had been called to the Tower of the Hand, and she doubted that it would be the last. The way that Tywin had looked at her as he had passed, had told her that she would be seeing him soon.

She couldn't quite remember when it had all started with the old lion; nor when it had with his oldest son. All she knew was that she was glad that it had; (Y/n) hating the idea of being without either of them. Both of them giving her something different that she needed. Both making her feel things that others couldn't. And then there was the thrill; the thrill of being the lover of not only the Hand, but also of the white cloak. No one knowing that the lions were her lovers, not even each other. Not that she had not thought about telling them; not that she had not imagined both of them with her at the same time. Of the father and son sharing her, using her. Of laying between them in perfect bliss, when they had finished fucking her. Though such things would have to wait. (Y/n) and the bannerman stopping as they got to the door of the Hand's room. Her stomach beginning to flutter as she heard Tywin's voice call out for them to enter. The lady nodding to the bannerman as he opened the door.

"My Lord Hand. You wished to see me........?" She said, as she made her way into the room. The old lion not even bothering to move his gaze from the parchments on his desk, as he gestured for the bannerman to leave. Tywin only looking up, once he heard the door close.

"You look tired, my lord. Perhaps there is something I could do to help. Something I can do to ease your mind a little.......?" She continued, as she slowly made her way to his desk. Tywin pushing back his large, old wooden chair, as she came to stand next to him. The old lion not having to say anything, as she dropped to her knees and pulled on the cords that held together his breeches. A heavy sigh leaving his lips as his fingers made their way into her hair, before she took him into her mouth.