Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Future - Part 5 - Tyrion x Reader

Tyrion tapped his finger against his half full glass, as he looked into the softly burning fire. Bronn was sat across from him.......well, he was more slumped across from him, and thankfully asleep. The Hand having had enough of the former sellsword asking about what had happened between he and the beautiful she-wolf, before he had so rudely interrupted. Tyrion wanting nothing more than to shout that nothing had happened because he had so rudely interrupted; but he had bitten his lip and offered the new Master of Coin a drink. Doing his best to steer the conversation to anything but what would most likely have been a kiss, shared between he and (Y/n).

Slowly, he let out a heavy sigh. His thoughts drifting, as they had done all evening, back to what (Y/n) had said about there being a reason that he was still alive; a reason that he was there in Kings Landing after everything that had happened. That perhaps he had a future.........a future; what did he want for his future? In the past, his life was a never-ending circle of whoring and drinking. Of doing his best to annoy his sister, and irritate, while still strangely trying to prove himself to his father. Of wanting nothing more than to die in his own bed, at the age of 80, with a belly full of wine and a girl's mouth around his cock. But now.......now he wanted something more; he wanted so much more. He wanted a wife; one that would stand with him, support him. He wanted to be happy; to wake up to a woman every morning that wanted to be with him because she loved him, not because of the coins he had in his purse. A woman that would not betray him; and every time he thought of who that woman might be, all he could see was (Y/n)'s face in his mind. All he could think about was her belly growing with child, with children, his children. Of watching with pride, as they grew big and strong, while he and (Y/n) grew old together. Yet could something like that actually happen to him? Did he deserve to have someone like the she-wolf, in his life........? Tyrion looking over as Bronn let out a snort; the little lord getting down from his seat, determining that the Lord of Highgarden was not the one that he wanted to be looking across at, in the peace of his rooms, for the rest of the days. But to prevent that, first he had to speak to (Y/n); and this time hope that his inebriated friend, nor anyone else, would interrupt.

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(Y/n) sat by the fireside; the book in her lap, long forgotten about, as her thoughts went back to Tyrion. She had done her best to brush the fact that she had almost kissed him, to the back of her mind; telling herself that if she had actually laid her lips on his, he would probably have pushed her away. He would have demanded to know what she thought she was doing. Telling herself that she should be glad that Bronn had interrupted, before she could embarrass herself, as she had bathed and then changed into her nightgown. Yet now, as she thought about it, she didn't think that he would have done. That he might, in fact, have wanted that kiss, as much as she did. That he might have wanted to kiss her, and so much more. A thousand butterflies suddenly beginning to flutter in her belly, as she thought about laying with him; of finally knowing what it was to be loved by the man that she did truly care for. But she knew that she could not go back to Tyrion's rooms to talk about this, not now, anyway; Bronn probably still there, having not only claimed the chair by the hearth, but also having gone through more than one bottle of wine. So, perhaps tomorrow.............suddenly a knock at the door distracted her from her thoughts. (Y/n) forgetting that she was in nothing but her night attire, as she got to her feet and called out for her late-night visitor, to enter.

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Tyrion stood outside the rather ornate door that led to the rooms of the Master of Whispers. He had determined, on the journey, to tell her how he felt; to tell her that he cared for her beyond words. That there were days when he could think of nothing more than her; and that the reason for him surviving, for him being in Kings Landing and his future, was all her; everything was her. The Hand taking a deep breath, before knocking. The sound of her voice calling out for him to come into the room, making his heart beat far quicker than it normally would. The lion slowly pushing open the door; his eyes growing wide as he saw the vision before him.

There she stood, the object of his desires, of his longing, and his hope for the future; her lightly covered form, illuminated by the fire behind her. Tyrion able to see every curve, dip and swell of her body, and he wanted it; wanted it, wanted her, more than he had ever wanted another woman, or anything else in his life. The diminutive lord closing the door behind him and quickly making his way over to her.

"My lord.........?" Tyrion raising his hand to stop her, before he took both of her hands in his, and gently pulled her to her knees.

"Tyr.............?" The rest of his name going unspoken as he crashed his lips into hers.