GoT One-Shots Book 3!

A Drink & a Kiss (Tyrion Lannister x fem!Stark reader)

Tyrion Lannister was the only good thing about being stuck in King's Landing. Since he'd arrived, you'd found a friend and companion. So when you found out that Tywin arranged a marriage for you to a Tyrell, Tyrion was the first person you went to. And when Tywin betrothed Tyrion to your sister Sansa, you were the first person Tyrion went to. You shared in each other's misery.

"She's still a child, Y/N," Tyrion said plainly the night before his wedding to Sansa. You nodded. "I know. She's not ready for this and I think it's shameful of your father to force you to marry her. I suspect he wants an heir as soon as possible?" you asked as you took another swallow of your wine, finishing off the goblet. Tyrion confirmed your suspicions.

It had been like this for a while, ever since you'd both found out about your arrangements. You would join each other in one of your chambers after everyone else was asleep, drink a goblet or two of wine, and complain about the marriages. "I don't want to marry her, Y/N. I'm sure she's a lovely girl, but I don't want a child-bride."

"How do you think I feel? It isn't like I want to marry the Tyrell. Your father arranged it in order to keep power over both Highgarden and Winterfell. I'd much rather be married to you." You waited for Tyrion to reply, but he never did. You glanced at him to find his mouth hanging open and him staring at you. "What?" you asked. "Do you mean that, or was it an insult?" Your brows furrowed. What had you said?

"Nevermind. Another drink?" You nodded and he filled your goblet again. The two of you sat drinking for a little while longer as you tried to come up with a solution as to what to do. "I don't think there's anything we can do. The wedding is tomorrow. My father is a stubborn man who always gets what he wants in the end." You let out a huff as you set your wine aside. Tyrion was right, of course. He usually was.

As the night wore on, you and Tyrion talked more. It was as if you were trying to fit a lifetime of conversation in one night. After all the next evening, Tyrion would be a married man and you were a betrothed woman. Nights like this would cease to exist. While you talked, you shifted around until somehow you ended up on the floor in front of the chaise Tyrion was perched on. You were just about eye level with the short man.

"You actually did that?" Tyrion asked you with wide eyes. You'd just finished telling him a story of a trick you'd pulled on Robb and Jon when you were younger. You nodded, laughing softly. You didn't want to attract attention to his chambers. Tyrion laughed with you, but was still chuckling after you stopped. You took that opportunity to really look at him. His face lit up when he laughed. He really was very attractive, at least in your eyes.

"What?" he asked when he noticed you staring. You didn't know what possessed you to do what you did next (probably the wine), but you leaned forward and captured his lips with yours. As if he had been expecting, or maybe hoping for it, Tyrion's hands instantly went to your cheeks to hold you close while yours managed to tangle in his blonde locks.

You were breathless when you pulled away. Tyrion was looking at you with an expression that you were certain matched your own. For several tense moments, the two of you simply stared at one another. You couldn't bring yourself to look away from him. The air in the room was thick with desire and also a bit of guilt. You were both promised to other people.

"I can't marry the Tyrell," you whispered when you finally caught your breath. Tyrion's hands were still on your face. "Why not? He's a good match. Rich, pretty, the son of a lord." You glared slightly. "I don't care about any of that!" you cried as you pulled away, "I only care about you. I can't marry someone else when the only person I want to be married to is you."

The look on Tyrion's face could only be described as loving as he took your face in his hands again. He pressed another kiss to your lips but pulled away when you tried to deepen it. His face lit up and you could tell he'd just gotten one of his brilliant ideas. "I think I know how we can both get what we want. Come on. No time to waste." He slid off the chaise and hurried from the room, leaving you to follow after him in confusion.

He lead you up to the Tower of the Hand and ordered the guards to summon his father. "What are you doing?" Tyrion quickly explained his idea, making you smile. If you played your cards right, Tywin would have no choice but to agree. You leaned down to kiss Tyrion once more before separating yourself from him so Tywin wouldn't suspect anything. If he thought Tyrion would be happy, there was no doubt in your mind that Tywin would refuse your request.

Tywin entered the room a moment later, a scowl on his face. "Well, what is so important?" Tyrion looked to you with what was supposed to be a melancholy glance. You cleared your throat, bringing Tywin's attention to you. "I have come to demand an end to my sister's arrangement with Lord Tyrion. I will take her place." Tywin's brows rose for a moment before he schooled his features.

"And why should I do this? Why would you want to take your sister's place when I have already arranged a marriage for you?" You gave Tyrion another quick glance asking him to play along. "Because I would save my sister's reputation. I would save her from the cruel taunting she would receive as Lord Tyrion's wife. She's a gentle soul."

"And are you prepared to weather the same taunts, Lady Y/N?" You nodded, trying not to seem too enthusiastic." Tywin sat in his chair and leaned back. He folded his hands in front of him as his eyes shifted between you and Tyrion while he contemplated your request.

Tyrion grew impatient first. "Truly, Father, what does it matter which Stark daughter I marry? Winterfell would still be under your, and subsequently, the king's power. And as the eldest, Lady Y/N has more claim to Winterfell than Lady Sansa." You fought back a smile. Tyrion knew exactly what to say to reach his father. Power.

"And what of the arrangement with the Tyrells?" he asked. You bit your lip. You hadn't thought about that. Lucky for you, it seemed Tyrion had. "I believe a new arrangement could be made between Loras Tyrell and Sansa Stark. Or perhaps even Cersei. Mace Tyrell would gladly betroth his son to the Queen Regent." Tywin sat quietly for a moment longer before nodding. "Very well. Lady Y/N, go an tell your sister the good news while my son and I finish making the arrangements for your wedding." Without waiting a beat, you left the room.

A wedding ceremony did take place that night, but it wasn't between Sansa and Tyrion. It was between you and Tyrion. You ignored the snickers when you had to kneel for Tyrion to wrap his cloak around you. You ignored them when Joffrey announced that it was time for the bedding, which thankfully Tywin agreed wasn't necessary. And you ignored them when you took Tyrion's hand in yours and walked out of the feast.

Once you were safely behind closed doors, you let yourself smile. You grinned at your new husband as you sank to the floor to kiss him deeply. Everything had happened so quickly, but you didn't care. You were married now to the only man you'd ever been able to see yourself being married to. As you kissed him, you pictured what married life would be like and you couldn't be more excited to start the new chapter in your life with Tyrion by your side.