Game of Thrones Oneshots

Tywin Lannister x Tyrell reader- Equal

Most men displeased you. They did most of their thinking with what was between their legs rather than actually having genuine intellect. In your younger days, your mother would try to set you up with many foolish men. All wanting to have a piece of your families wealth. All with good prospects and noble birth. All lack witted curs who couldn't even hold a proper conversation with you without falling back to small talk and shallow complements.

You had almost given up on men, until the day you met the young Tywin Lannister. He was quick witted. Intelligent. Not afraid to be blunt and never sugar coated his words. Once his visit to Highgarden was over, you were certain that he was the one you wished to marry. Two of the richest families joined in a union. No one would dare turn down such an alliance. That was until news of his engagement to Joanna, a close friend of yours and cousin of Tywin, had reached Highgarden and it left you heart broken.

Many years had passed. You never married whilst Tywin had a family, only broken when Joanna died bringing Tyrion into the world. You sent him a letter of condolence but that was all. Because you knew of their happy union and did not want to over step your bounds in respect to Joanna. So time went on and your beauty began to fade as your age caught up. Less and less suitors were lined up until there were none left. All married, dead or much too young.

You had accompanied your older sister Olenna and her grandchildren to King's Landing. Wishing to see the city once more in all its glory. But you were left disappointed with how everything had gone to shit. A brat for a king. Backstabbing taken further than just nasty gossip. But one thing remained the same. All the men were utterly stupid.

Olenna and yourself sat in the gardens. Eating sweet treats and picking out everything wrong with everyone as they passed by. A favourite past time these days.

"Now look at that nose, my dear. He could win a joust with that." Olenna quipped and you laughed with her, sipping at your wine.

You spotted another victim and leaned towards your sister, "see that fellow over there? Head in the clouds. Dimwitted look. He is going to trip over that low wall in three two..."

He did just that. Scrambling back up to his feet and checking with a red face to see if anyone saw. Of course Olenna made sure to laugh loud enough for him to hear. Scaring him away in an embarrassed mess. You both returned to your search until a familiar face headed your way. Olenna chuckled to herself as you straightened in your seat, trying to look more graceful and yet hold an uncaring air about you. With all the years of practise, it came easy to you.

Tywin stood under the scrutinising gaze of two of the harshest women in Westeros and did not crumble. In fact he stood taller. Chin held higher. His overwhelming presence growing tenfold. With a deep grumbling voice he said, "I see you are enjoying the gardens."

"We love to watch people go by with all their faults, but we most certainly do not enjoy conversing with fools." Olenna gave him a pointed look. She never liked him since the day you ran to her bed chambers crying with a broken heart and Tyrell women can hold a grudge till the end of their days.

It still did not shake the man you still felt a small echo of longing for. "Lucky for you, I am no fool and I wish to ask (y/n) here for a moment of her time."

"So you can bore her to death with monotonous droning?"

"It's fine, Olenna." You cut in and placed a hand on her shoulder before standing from you cushioned perch. With a simple nod, Tywin spun on his heel and walked along the gravel path with you by his side. Stuck in a silence only interrupted by the sounds of nature. Neither one of you made an effort to break it. Whilst most would hate it, you found it to be quite nostalgic. The first few times you accompanied Tywin for a walk, you'd both refuse to give in and break the silence. Too stubborn and strong to break under pressure. The memories brought a smile to your lips, which Tywin spotted straight away. A single corner of his own quirking ever so slightly upwards.

Once the pair of you reached the outskirts of the gardens, stopping at an intricate railing that overlooked the bay, you finally gave in. "What are you after?"

"Can't I have just missed the pleasure of your fine company?"

"It would certainly make me feel better." You turned to fully face him. Each wrinkled line on his face deep from years of frowning and yet he still held that handsome spark from when he was younger. "I know you, Tywin. Always planning and thinking ahead. Needless dancing of words does not suit you."

Tywin kept his eyes out to the bay. The sea breeze ruffling his white hair. "Very well. I will keep this simple. When we were young, I knew of your feelings for me. In fact I wanted to marry you but I was to be wed with Joanna. We did end up happy but there was always a part of me that has waited for you."

"Now that I am in King's Landing, you thought it was the perfect time to tell me this."

"Yes. Many things can get misconstrued when not said face to face." He clasped his hands behind his back and turned to you. The ever serious man that you just couldn't forget. An equal in all ways. "Join me tonight for dinner. If you do not attend then I will know that you have understandably moved on after all these years."

Quick and efficient. Just like everything Tywin did. He bowed to you and left with no other words. Not saying goodbye as you noticed he seemed to be confidant he'd be seeing you again. Oh how you hated how he was always right.

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You sat at the end of the table, gracefully eating your food as Tywin watched you intently from the other end. His food barely touched.

"Do you remember the celebration of your sister's twenty second name day?" This time he broke the silence. Taking you by surprise and yet you hid it by taking a sip of wine.

Swallowing down the sweet drink, you cast your eyes upwards as if you were trying to recall. In reality, you could remember that day vividly. As it was the happiest day of your life. The day you and Tywin sneaked off and shared a kiss. Returning to the festivities with a blank expression and not a single suspicious glance your way.

Feigning ignorance, you sighed, "I'm afraid I don't. Age tends to do that to you."

"I hardly believe age has dulled that brilliant mind of yours." The complement and call out of your lie brought a race to your heart you had not experienced for quite some time. "That kiss made the young boy I once was incredibly foolish for a time. Forming plans to propose to you and elope. A fanciful idea."

"Fanciful indeed." You pushed your plate of food away and servants swooped in to clear the table. In the short moment, where they left the room and the pair of you alone, Tywin raised from his seat and approached you with powerful steps. His presence filling the room entirely as he placed a hand on the back of your chair and leaned in.

"I think of what would have happened if I had gone through with it." Before you could reply, he placed a harsh kiss on your lips and left before you were even satisfied. "Marry me."

A glint of mischief flashed in your eyes, "and if I refuse?"

"You won't." The glint mirrored back from his own and you both stared each other down. A knowing smirk rising to your lips.

When the servants returned, you both were sat in your chairs. Waiting with stony faces that terrified them to no end. You scared them so much that they didn't notice your hair slightly out of place. Nor did they see Tywin's shirt collar sticking up. And they certainly didn't catch the knowing look you both shared.

Tywin raised his glass of wine, "to a new marriage."

"May it last beyond death itself." You raised your own and drank in unison.