Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Future - Part 1 - Tyrion x Reader

Tyrion and Bronn watched, as the two wolves talked quietly, before the latest meeting of the small council. Neither Stark seeming to notice that they were not alone.

(Y/n), the oldest surviving child of Ned and Catelyn Stark, had chosen to stay with her brother, Bran, in Kings Landing, after the war; allowing her sister Sansa to rule in the north, while she aided her brother in his rule over the rest of Westeros. (Y/n) knowing that, given her brother was the Three Eyed Raven, he probably didn't need her help; but as they had always been close, it had seemed the right choice for her to make. Bran assigning her as his Master of Whispers; and given the intelligence of the beautiful she-wolf, Tyrion couldn't help but think that it was a perfect situation for her. He and (Y/n) meeting often to discuss matters that related to the new kingdom.

"What do ya think they're talkin about?" Bronn asked. Hoping that it wasn't anything about his insistence that the brothels should be reopened. The new Lord Paramount of the Reach, knowing that the king's Master of Whispers, believed that there were more things that should be fixed and opened first, before he could go somewhere to get his dick wet.

"The mind of a Stark, let alone the king and his oldest sister, are a mystery, even to me.........."

"Ya were married ta one of em.........." Bronn countered. The Hand rolling his eyes at the comment.

"It was hardly a marriage, Bronn. The situation between Sansa and I was never consummated.........."

"Don't mean that ya didn't want ta fuck her, though.........." Bronn sniffed. Tyrion looking up to his smirking friend.

"I told you about putting thoughts into my head, then, and I will say it again now. The marriage between us was annulled. Both of free to do as we wished, after that............"

"Yeah, and look where that got ya........."

"We are not here to discuss my love life from the past, nor lack of one, now." Tyrion retorted, curtly. The little lord having no intention of lingering in the memories of Tysha, or Shea. All that seeming such a long time ago, now. And anyway, he had more important things to think about, to put his efforts into. Bran was a young king, still finding his feet. A king that had a lot of work in front of him, and he had sworn to help him.

"Aye, ya have been outta sorts recently. What ya need if some pretty little whore suckin on ya cock, ta take some of them worries from ya shoulders........." Bronn said, as he looked down at the little man, whose had turned his attention back to the siblings. A smile coming to the former sellsword's lips, as he saw the look on his friend's face.

"Or maybe ya more interested in somethin a little more noble, these days. Something a little more northern........" Bronn chuckled. Smiling as Tyrion turned his eyes back to him. Tyrion about to retort, until Bronn coughed and gestured with his head towards where the king and his sister sat; the siblings now looking at the two men.

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(Y/n) had made her way to the small council chambers. She knew that Bran would be waiting; her brother was always the first there. The she-wolf always enjoying the few quiet moments that she and her sibling would share, before the others joined them. And even though with others, Bran might appear detached; when it was just the two of them, things would be like old times. Times when he would want her help and advice; though now, sometimes their roles seemed to have been reversed, and today was one of those days.

"Robb was younger than I when he wed Talisa. Sansa has been wed twice, not that she wanted either of the marriages. Jon had had his lovers and even Arya has Gendry. And what do I have............?" (Y/n) sighed, as she sat there with Bran. The king knowing what was to come; but he had always promised that he would never tell her what he saw of her future. The pair agreeing that she would live her life as she saw fit, even if she made mistakes.

"I know that I always wanted to be like Robb, like Jon; to fight just like they did. And that is what I did, in the north and here. But now, now that you and I are settled in Kings Landing. Now that the kingdoms are at a peace; other things have come to my mind. The notion of knowing the joy and love that mother and father shared; of having a family and being able to watch them grow, in this new, better world, are filling my mind. And even though I am not sure that he shares my feelings; no matter how much I try to fight it, it his always him that fills my mind when I think about my future........." The she-wolf explained, her grip on her brother's hand getting a little tighter. (Y/n) knowing that Bran would probably know the outcome of this conversation; that he knew how her life would go. But she still needed to speak to someone about the emotions that were bombarding her. And given that their mother was dead, and Sansa was in the north, Bran was the only one she could turn to.

She had liked the little lion ever since he had first come to the north, with King Robert and his entourage. (Y/n) always intrigued by Tyrion. Always liking how he had been so nice to Jon; telling him to wear his bastard status, as an armour. How he had given Bran the design for the special saddle. The she-wolf shocked by how upset she had been when she had heard of the marriage between Tyrion and Sansa. (Y/n) putting it more down to the fact that her younger sister, had been forced to marry a Lannister then anything. The lions, all of them, the enemy of her family. The enemy of her brother, whom she was helping with the war. Yet after all that she had been through; after barely escaping the Twins where her mother and Robb had been murdered. After having to lie low, until she could get to Jon and be reunited with Sansa. After the war against the Night King, and then against the Mother of Dragons; she had realised that her feelings had been nothing to do with the thought of Sansa being forced to wed a lion. That in fact, it was more to do with the lion that she had wed. (Y/n) coming to see that she had far more feelings for Tyrion than she had ever thought. Bran about to tell her something, until they both heard a noise. The Stark siblings looking over to see Bronn and Tyrion; the latter appearing to be glaring up at the Master of Coin.