I honestly have to thank you all expert bloggers on ASOIAF, if not for you, I'd go nuts anytime I go seeking something of interest on ASOIAF and get up to posts like "Hard but Fair" "Hard man for hard times" ""it's the time he lives in" "what did you want him/her to do" so much bootlicking of Tywin, Jaime, Randall, Cersei (when mysogynism is not involved, and it happens a lot) but they bash on Stannis (who makes the impossible... quite possible, defeating an army of giants and mammots anyone?)
Yeah, I hear variations of “hard but fair” for the likes of Tywin and Randyll a lot, and that strikes me as really, really off-base. Qhorin Halfhand was hard but fair. Tywin and Randyll are well beyond “hard” and nothing resembling fair.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Lady Stoneheart, Thoros of Myr Additional Tags: Speculation, Post - A Feast for Crows, Post - A Dance With Dragons, Explicit Language, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Wishful Thinking, BAMF Brienne, Woman on Top Summary: He has no idea why everyone in the Brotherhood thinks that Brienne is his whore out of everything, but it’s not what is making him feel dizzy. It’s what he said after.
He knows that people think he’s some kind of heartless monster; they don’t call him Kingslayer for nothing. The only part of himself he could see in Brienne, maybe, it’s something of his fifteen-year old self, but that’s the entirety of it. What if she looked like Cersei? , he thinks, and he feels sick when he realizes that maybe his sweet sister isn’t the only person who might be his mirror, after all.
requested by @xsvanjasx - I hope this okay i have never written for Tyrion before Warnings: Swearing
It all began at a party. Some grand ball the bastard king had held and insisted on yours and your families attendance. You often thin back on that night and how lucky you were that you managed to escape almost unnoticed for a few moments for if you hadn’t you wouldn’t have spoken to Lord Tyrion for the first time out of what would be many.
“Shouldn’t you be enjoying the festivities, milady?” You turned to see Lord Tyrion, his customary goblet of wine in his hand but he was far from drunk,
“I find the overwhelming amount of people rather suffocating, don’t you my lord?” you smiled softy and curtseyed a little,
“Someone of my stature always finds crowds a little much.” He laughed, “Now please call me Tyrion - there is no need for such formalities.” He may have been the ‘imp’ but he was still handsome and if the stories you had heard were right, he was funny and kind (and a good fuck but that was besides the point).
“Do you wish to keep me company, Tyrion?” you smiled at him and it made his heart melt a little,
“Of course lady…?” “(y/n)”
“(y/n). A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”
That was also the night you gave yourself to him, It wasn’t fucking like he did with his whores it was slow and sweet but hot. He had invited you to his chambers for more drink and you obliged, not caring for the morals behind it - you seemed to trust him. You sat talking for hours about your home lands and both of your families. You both laughed the night away,
You were laughing quietly together until you suddenly fell into a silence for the first time that night. It wasn’t uncomfortable as much but there was a tension between you. “You may leave for your chambers if you wish, it is getting late.” you could see it on his face that he didn’t really want you to say that, “And what would happen if I wanted to stay?” your voice was low and it surprised you a little before you both found yourself leaning into one another and your lips met.
That was the first time you were together and there were many times after that, especially after your marriage, each better than the last. You still remembered every time like it was the first and you even remembered every time your lord would start to wonder why you were with him…
He was laying with his head in your lap, you hands running through his hair comfortingly.
“Why are you with me, (y/n)? You could have any lord in the land yet you lie with me each night.” He would often get like this but it stopped after years together,
’“Because, my lord, you are the one my heart chose. You’re right, I could have any lord and that is why I chose you.” You continued to run your hands through his golden locks as he sighed. “You are funny and smart and incredibly talented.” You smirked and he opened his eyes to look at you his smirk matching your own.
You even remembered the first time he said the words I love you,
"Where have you been, my sweet?“ you hesitated a little knowing he wouldn’t like it,
"I was helping, in Fleabottom.”
“Fleabottom!” You knew he would hate it, “(y/n), do you have any idea how dangerous that is? You could have been attacked or, or worse!”
“Do not worry yourself so much, Tyrion. I took my guards with me - I was in safe hands.” Tyrion sighed before coming to hug you,
“Am I not allowed to worry about my lady?” He looked up at you and once again your hand found its way into his hair, pushing it away from his face, “you’re too kind for your own good, (y/n) but your personality is more intoxicating than any wine. I love you and I don’t want you taken away from me as well.” You stood shocked a moment but smiled,
“I love you too.”
Over the years he was still mischievous and could be a little devil sometimes meaning sure you would argue and scream bloody murder at one another but it was all worth it when you could lay by his side once more. Even after all these years you could hear him laugh in his sleep from time to time making you giggle and try and imagine what he was dreaming about. He would always say that he was dreaming of your future children.
“You mustn’t hurt your mother,” he chuckles, feeling the kick that you’d just let out a slightly annoyed breath at. “Time will come soon enough for you to meet the rest of us.”
“He’s just impatient, like his father,” you smirk down at him, making Tyrion’s smile only widen as he shakes his head.
“You will be shocked when I am proved right and it is a girl,” he hums, placing a kiss to your baby bump before he addresses it once more. “Isn’t that right?“
"Would you not be disappointed if it isn’t a boy?” you enquired, rubbing your bump lovingly,
“Of course not my dear.” Tyrion was still lying on his front kissing your bump and locking his fingers with yours, “This is our child! I never though a woman would ever love me enough for this to happen and yet it has. I will adore this child even more than I ever thought possible - possibly even more than I adore you.” You simply smiled. That was all you wanted.
You sat beside him now, your first grandchild sat on his lap as he bounced him carefully like he had done with your daughter (He had been right of course). If it wasn’t for that one night in the open air and a few daring words you would never have been here, with your husband, child and grandchild all happy and content.
Chapters: 9/? Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Lady Stoneheart, Thoros of Myr Additional Tags: still in the early stages of development, Canon Compliant, hopefully in-character LOL, lady stoneheart encounter, we’ll have to see what becomes of it, Drama, Angst, Romance, lots of emotional drama that may cause heartaches and tears Summary:
Jaime joins Brienne in her quest of finding Sansa, or so he thinks.
The wench is acting strange, that much he can tell, but beyond that, it’s all a huge mystery.
Some 5000 years later, Wacky manages an update. Hooray!
if you could punch any fictional character, who n why? n how hard wouldja punch em?
ROSS GELLER, for reasons that do not need explaining, i’m a weakling so it probably wouldn’t be too hard but i’d try to come up with a zinger to hurt his incredibly fragile masculinity to make up for what i lack in physical force.
For what it’s worth, I’ve been a cynic for as long as I can remember. Everyone is always asking me to believe in things: family, gods, kings, myself. It was often tempting until I saw where belief got people. So, I said ‘no thank you’ to belief. And yet, here I am. I believe in you.