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Tyrion's Twin- Tyrion x Reader

Warning: Angst, and implications and mentions of incest. No smut though.

It had never been easy being Tyrion's twin; true he was nice to everyone else, and got on especially well with Jamie, but to you he seemed to have always been vile. He hated the fact that he had been born an imp whereas you were born "normal", as he called it. He hated  that you were your father's favourite, whereas he was treated like nothing more than a common bastard.

He hated the fact that everyone viewed you as intelligent and beautiful, whereas he was treated like an ugly child. But most of all he hated that you were like the mother that neither of you had got the chance to know. You had been born first only by a few minutes, but it was enough for the Maester's to put the blame for your mother's death on him after he was born. You looked like your mother so much that your father protected you from anyone and anything, and had even turned down marriage proposals for you, to make sure you remained with him.

Tyrion seemed to believe that you had been given everything and he nothing, apart from scorn and hatred.

Despite how mean he had been to you as you had grown, deep down you loved him, you were both so much alike; always with your noses in books, sharp of wit and able to speak about any subject with knowledge and enthusiasm.

You would always come to his defence when others tried to tease or bully him, and much to your father's and older sister's annoyance you had even put yourself in danger on more than one occasion to protect him. He of course had never appreciated your efforts, saying that he didn't need your help and that you were in fact only making things worse as he would be punished by your father for allowing you to be exposed to danger.

One day as you walked through the gardens you had come across a number of guards pushing your twin around, having no respect for his title or the fact that he was a Lannister. You knew you should probably turn around and leave, let Tyrion sort things out for himself, but when you saw one of the guards hit him your blood began to boil.

A small cough alerted the guards to the fact that the old lions favourite cub was behind them, and despite your tender years they knew that the lioness could roar.

"How dare you touch my brother; who do you think you are to lay your hands on a Lannister?" You growled at the men.

The guards, as well as your brother looked at you in shock; you were not known to raise your voice often, usually you were sweet and kind, with a soft voice and a gentle demeanour. But as your brother lay on the floor nursing a bright red cheek and a busted lip you had seen blood.

"You can be sure that I will inform my father of what happened here, and you will all be punished for harming my brother."

One of the guards who had too much balls, or too few braincells let out a small chuckle.

"With all due respect milady, we all know of your father's contempt for the imp. I don't believe that lord Tywin will do anything."

A sweet smile came to your face as you walked up to the man; when you were only inches apart your knee came up and went straight into his crotch, causing him to fall to his knees, his hands cradling his probably bruised manhood.

"And if you know my father, you will know that he will do anything I ask him to do, and I am going to make sure that all of you receive the relevant punishment for what you have done. Now I suggest you all leave before I get really angry." You say to the men, as they quickly help their friend to his feet and rush off back into the keep.

You look down at Tyrion who was still on the floor, offering him your hand to help him up.

"I don't need your help (Y/n)." He said knocking your hand away and getting to his feet.