So my account has been broken for quite some time. Thinking of moving my posts over to a new account. Repost my stories and then start posting new ones.
Can you please do a part two for time? Maybe where anthony and reader get married? thanks!!
Broken Time
Anthony Bridgerton X reader
Part 2 to Time
Note: I love this! So glad people have been enjoying Time, so let's go!
5 years later and that Christmas was always so special to you both. Now you shared the story with your son, 3 year old Edmund. He loved hearing stories about how you both fell in love. Your wedding. Anything about you two before him.
"And that's how I knew I was going to have you" you finished the bedtime story. Anthony on one side of the bed and you on the other.
"Now the one about how you told papa!" he declared. Teddy in hand, sleepy grin on his face. "Tomorrow Eddie" Anthony promised. "You are tired now. And you need all your energy for Christmas shopping tomorrow" the promise of that had Edmund flat on his back and eyes closed in a split second. Causing you both to laugh as you kissed him goodnight and left the room.
"What will he do when he finds out he is about to be a big brother" you asked your husband as you both entered your shared room together. Hand on your stomach, still small as you were only a few months along but you planned to tell the family before you were huge.
Christmas day seemed like the ideal time. All the family together, the excitement.
"He'll explode" Anthony laughed as he helped you undress. "We better sleep. We'll need all our energy for shopping tomorrow" you both agreed with that. Having a three year old was not for the faint of heart.
The next morning while he was waiting for you both to be ready. Edmund sat in his father's study. Playing as he usually did. His father allowed him a box of toys in the room. To play with whenever he wished, once he tidied them up. As he was playing he could hear a faint ticking sound.
Standing and coming to the desk, he sat in the big chair. Which made him feel so grown up but to you and Anthony it was adorable as he was so small. The chair made him look even smaller as he sat their so proudly.
He found his father's watch on the table. His treasured gift from his darling wife. Edmund had heard the story plently of times to know its importance. He was even promised it when he became Viscount in the future.
His little fingers traced over the detail on it. Following the little hands ticking away each second. Until they found a knob at the side of it. Slowly twisting the knob but nothing happened. So he tried it again. And again. And again. Until finally he heard a snap and the front of the watch popped out.
Along with the gears and everything. His eyes widened with shock and fear. He broke it! "Edmund!" you called out, ready to leave now for the market to shop for Christmas.
He had just managed to hide the watch and put it away in his pocket when you entered. Finding him pale with puffy eyes. "Oh Eddie. Are you alright!" you rushed over. Feeling his forehead to see if he was coming down with something. "I want to go to bed. I don't want to go out!" he cried. Rushing off to his bedroom.
Nearly crashing into Anthony as he ran up the stairs as fast as his little legs could carry him. You followed him quickly leaving your husband confused as he went to get his coat and things to go out.
"I just want to be left alone" your son cried as you tried to find out what the matter was. You sighed as he pushed you away. Thinking that maybe to give him so alone time and then come back with Anthony may help.
Agreeing to leave him, you called out to your husband from the upstairs hall. Looking over the bannisters down at your husband. "We may go later. He is not feeling well. Hiding in his room" you told him.
"That's alright. Give him a few minutes and we'll speak to him" Anthony agreed as he looked through his pockets. "What is wrong?" you asked him.
"I cannot find my watch" he replied in a bit of frustration. Upon hearing this, you heard the door close of Edmunds room and front steps rushing away from the door.
Making you wonder what really happened before you entered the study.
You left Edmund alone as promised. Giving him time to try and fix the watch. Trying to piece it together slowly. But each time only failing worse then the last time. He spent at least an hour trying to fix it.
He heard a knock at the door then, "Luncheon is ready, my love" you told him. "Do you feel well enough to have some?" While you worried about him, you knew he had eaten his breakfast, he was feeling well this morning. So you knew he could not be too unwell.
He opened the door and nodded slowly. “What are we having?” he wondered as he took your hand. In his other hand was his piggy bank. You smiled. thinking perhaps he was feeling better and wanted to go out with the bit of money he had saved.
At the table, you all sat together. Between his younger aunts and uncle, his grandmother and his parents. It made Edmund very nervous. He got up to his seat and walked over to his father and tugged on his shirt. Anthony smiled and looked to his son. While he had not found his watch, he knew it must be in the house somewhere and everyone was looking for it.
“I’m sorry, I did not mean to do it...” he continued to ramble on and on. No one really understood as tears came to his eyes. His voice breaking as he put the piggy back on the table and pushing it to his father.
Anthony was a bit freaked by the sudden outburst. Looking to you for help but he was greeted with an equally confused face. “What are you talking about?” Anthony asked his son. Picking him up and hugging him against his chest. Letting his son cry and wondering what was wrong. You moved down on your knees beside the boys, rubbing your sons back slowly.
Soon enough he stopped crying and wiped his eyes. Taking out of his pocket a cloth wrapped up. Putting it on the table and unwrapping it slowly to show the broken watch and all the pieces with it.
The table was silent as they looked at the scene. Edmund reached for the piggy bank and opened it. Producing two buttons, a few pennies and one pound. “Will this be enough to fix it?” he asked, wiping his nose with his sleeve. Looking between his parents hopefully.
Anthony looked over the watch, for once you could not decide what he was going to do. He had a temper on him, that was for sure but he loved his son. His son that was named after his father.
Anthony looked back to his son then, his big eyes staring up at him. He smiled slowly, kissing his sons forehead. “Thank you for telling me the truth. It was very brave” he told his boy. “I know it must of been hard”
“And scary!” Edmund said, wiping his nose again so Anthony got him a tissue and got him to blow his nose. “Well know you told us and we can do something about it” Anthony promised. “This is more then enough, we even have change from all this” he picked up a button and gave it back to his son. Who smiled and put it back in the piggy.
“Now how about you go get your shoes and we will finish luncheon, before going to the shops” Edmund nodded at the suggestion and ran to get his shoes. Once he was gone and out of ear shot, Anthony turned to you and asked “we can fix it, right?” in a worried tone.
“Yes” you laughed a bit and kissed his cheek. Loving the worry that was now only showing. “Proud of you” you whispered into his hair as Edmund came back in. All happy now to eat his food.
Sitting down, you could not be happier with your choices in life. Edmund told the truth, a hard thing to do but he knew he had to. And Anthony kept his cool and made such his son felt loved and protected. You smiled as you watched them, rubbing your stomach slightly as now you could not wait even more to meet your new little one.
"And when I win. What shall you give me?" Benedict teased you, his darling wife as he prepared for his fencing match against Anthony.
"A kiss with my love and admiration" you replied with an eye roll. "Do I get that too if I win?" Anthony commented before making kissy faces. "Of course" you smiled. Benedict making a face then. "Win if you don't want him to get the kiss" Colin laughed at the married couple.
"Just be careful" Kate called from the porch with her sister. Well the men had trained in fencing and practiced weekly for years. They were still playing with sharp swords. Anything could happen.
"Kate, do I get a kiss from you if I win?" Benedict asked his sister in law. Before she could answer, she was cut off by her husband.
"Leave my wife out of this!" Anthony challenged. "But you brought my wife into it" his younger brother replied. The pair beginning to argue as they took out the swords.
You returned to your conversation with Colin. Discussing his travels and where he enjoyed most. Both heavily engrossed in the conversation that you didn't see the older two going for it with their duel.
Neither going easy on the other. Swinging back and forth, pushing each other. Out of the two, Anthony was usually the jealous one. But Anthony brought a side out in Benedict. Especially when it came to his wife.
Your attention was drawn to the pair when you heard your husband gasp before groaning. Standing immediately you came to his aid. His arm cut through his sleeve straight down through the skin. Blood gushing out over the white shirt sleeve.
It stinging with air getting at it. "Blast" Anthony dropped his sword. Kneeling down to his brother as you looked over the wound. Soon Kate, her sister and Colin were with you all too.
"I told you to be careful" Kate kneeled down to aid you. Colin rushing off to get some bandages. "I'm so sorry brother" Anthony felt guilty now. He didn't mean to hurt his brother. He never would.
Benedict sat up a bit as he looked at the arm. He was never really a fan of blood, especially when it was coming from him.
"Idiots the pair of you" you mumbled as you took what Colin returned with. Cleaning the wound as best you could. Earning a hiss from your husband.
"I think I should win due to unsportsmen like conduct" he saod in a low tone as you worked. Making you stop and look at him. "And I think I definitely deserve a kiss from all parties involved" he added with a sheepish grin.
"Do you want another cut" Anthony shot back. Unhappy he was still aiming for a kiss from his wife. "I'll give you two kisses. Now be quiet" you laughed. "Just let me wrap this first."
He seemed satisfied with that. Sitting happily as you nursed him.
It took a while for him to understand aftercare and what it was. But he tries his hardest for you.
He had only ever been with whores before you. So it was new to him. So he sought after advice and then he would slowly introduce things. From a rag to clean you, water or wine to drink.
Then he'd hold you. Kissing you slowly and softly. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Aegon doesn't have one on himself. I wouldn't think he is all that confident. Especially when he is compared to Aemond, who is taller, boarder. But that doesn't mean you feel the same way. You adore him.
On you, he adores everything. Every inch of you. From your tits and cunt, to your smile and eyes. But if he really had to pick. He'd say his favourite part is your hands. And not just for the handjobs.
No, his favourite thing is when you run your fingers through his hair. You do it all the time, during meals, when you two are sitting in the gardens, when you are travelling with him on dragon back. In bed, at night when you talk together. He loves it.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Aegon loves cum, and while he doesn't necessarily want children. I think he cannot help himself with loving a good creampie. When it comes to you and your marriage, I think he doesn't mind finishing in you as much.
It means legitimate children, should you get pregnant. But it also means he gets to look at his work and adore it.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He'd love the idea of fucking you on the Iron Throne. He doesn't want the throne but he'd gladly have you on it.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
This is Aegon. He had plently. A fact he was ashamed of when it came to you. Here you were, this goddess and he felt so low. Knowing he didn't deserve you. But he pormised himself on your wedding day, as he kissed you for the first time. That he will be as faithful as he can be to you and only you.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Aegon likes to switch. Either he is on top or you are. Slowly grinding down on the other person. Foreheads on one another as you both groan. Eyes connecting in that intense love kind of way.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
More humorous, I should think. He isn't that serious of a person. So it's a time for the walls he has built to come down. So you laugh together, loving the time alone.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I think he'd be well kept with his white hair. Not too hairy but not bald either. It's the fashion to have hair.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Romance was something he struggled with in the beginning of your betrothal. But it started small, some flowers, your favourite cake at lunch. Bringing you to meet Sunfyre. Soon you'd ask him to go for a walk together, wanting to genuinely spend more time with him.
By the time you were both married, I think the romance is there. Genuine feelings and love. And he was so nervous but that was good. It meant he cared.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
When he started to develop feelings for you. Very early on in your betrothal, he stopped sleeping around. Wanting to wait for the wedding night. So he started to masturbate a lot more. Letting his frustrations out that way.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Hair pulling - he loves having his hair pulled. Especially during sex. It's one of the reasons he loves your fingers.
Creampies - watching his cum spill out from you is one of his favourite things.
Public sex - not really a kink, but he loves having you outside your chambers when you'll allow it. Wanting you everywhere and anywhere.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
He would do it anywhere and everywhere. But you prefer to keep it into the privacy of your chambers. It is big enough to have sex anywhere. From the bathing area, the bed, the living area and of course the balcony.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
This is Aegon! Anything is a turn on. Your laugh, when you squeeze his arm, you pecking his cheek. Nothing gets him more than when some stupid lord tries to flirt with you.
You end up with some new marks on your neck the day. Aegon marking his territory as it were. Sometimes you cover them, sometimes you don't. When you don't, Aegon loves it.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He won't do anything to hurt you and he certainly won't share you with anyone!
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Before you, he wouldn't do anything but receiving. But with you, he gives more and more. Wanting to please you.
Sure he'd let you give him a blow job. Especially when he needs a release.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends on his mood. If his family have been at him all day, he'll usually take his frustrations out in bed.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He would prefer a blow job to a Quickie. If he was going to have sex, then he wants to do it properly. A blowjob isn't as good but it will do.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He is willing to try everything once it doesn't hurt you.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Absolutely at least 2 decent rounds and a third after he gets you off from his mouth.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I think he prefers if it is just you two in bed. No toys, no nothing. Just you and him.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
I think he is terrified of losing you. That he will slip up and cheat, or something like that. And you will hate him forever.
So this leads to you always reassuring him. Yes, it's a fear you have too but you both love each other and that is what is important.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
I think you are more a tease to him then he is to you. He would have you then tease and draw things out. But you don't mind teasing him.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He is so loud that it is embarrassing at some points. The amount of times someone has cone in to tell you both to shut up.
Every single sound comes out of his mouth. Moans, groans, grunts, your name. Everything.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He is thick in size but of average length. Stretching you out around him as he fucks you.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
His drive is very high, sometimes so high that it is possible that it is too much for you.
He'll pull you from events just to have you. Not that you mind.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Once you are both settled. He'll fall asleep quickly. Once he is with you, he can sleep easily.
Surprisingly, Venom is very on point with this. He is so much bigger than you, so he is terrified of hurting you. So he'll check you are ok, while Eddie gets water for you all or a wet cloth. Then its time for cuddles.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Venom loves everything. He can't pick. Sometimes he'll pay more attention to different aspects than others. But overall, it's you he loves.
Eddie is an ass man, try and correct me if you can. But he loves nothing more than having one hand on that ass at all times. Letting you go first up stairs, slipping his hand into your jeans pocket.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Eddie prefers to finish in you. Whether its in you, or in you while using a condom. Nice and simple.
Venom, however, will paint you white. He loves seeing you covered in himself.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I think the big dirty secret was Venom wanting to be involved. And how Eddie was going to approach the subject with you. Cause while you knew about Venom, you didn't know how involved in the relationship he wanted to be.
Now it just seems so normal. And once you get past an alien being involved in sex. Nothing can really seem weird again.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Eddie is the biggest man whore you've ever met. Sure you've tied him down. But he knows what he is doing and isn't afraid to share stories of his past conquests.
Venom is still learning from you both.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Venom would usually be very confused as to where humor comes into the bedroom. You and Eddie usually getting a fit of giggles together.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Think a triangle, one man on either side of you. One taking you from behind, the other from the front. Thrusting in and out at the same time or alternating thrusts.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Well Venom is obviously hairless.
With Eddie, it depends on how he is. If he is busy working, he'll be all over the place. If he is relaxed, not too busy. He'll take extra care to keep himself trimmed.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Kinks
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Eddie tries his best to be romantic, he'll bring home flowers, make your favourite dinner. Venom will want chocolates, while he doesn't really understand the whole romance aspect to your relationship. He tries to follow Eddie's lead.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Not really jacking off alone. Venom will usually help Eddie do it.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Anywhere. Everywhere. Does not bother Venom. Eddie prefers keeping it indoors but he does not mind the location in your apartment.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Venom does not need much to get him going at all. He mainly reacts from Eddie.
Eddie is also easily turned out. He loves dancing with you, grinding up against you. Or you touching him, running you fingers across his shoulders. Little touches.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that will hurt you. Both boys love you, so why would they purposely put you in harms way.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Eddie has a preference for receiving. He always feels guilty about it but he just loves it.
Venom on the other hand would stay between your legs all day if he could. 24/7 would be no problem to him. Chocolate and your sweet taste is enough to keep him going.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the mood the boys are going for. Usually slow and rough is enough for them.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
All the time. Sex is sex - while they do prefer having time on there side, they will take what they can get
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Being with Venom is risk enough. Between his sharp teeth, rough movements - there is no need to add anything else. Sure everyone is open to learning and growing but nothing too wild.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Who needs toys when you have Venom. This dude can change his body as he pleases for you both.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Eddie can last a good two rounds, three at a push with foreplay.
Venom can last longer, sometimes he holds off on cumming just to keep going because he is enjoying himself. Sex on his planet is not something for pleasure so now he just enjoys himself with you both.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Eddie is the loudest. Groaning and moaning to beat the band. While Venom is more a grunter.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
I’d say Venom is the biggest tease. Sometimes to the point of being cruel. Keeping you both denied and horny as long as possible.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Venom really wants to try adding food into the bedroom. Like having melted chocolate dripped over you so he can lick it up. Eddie promised him it’s something you will all try for Valentines.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Eddie is average, nothing wrong with that. Good length and girth to please anyone.
Venom is ever changing. He can make himself longer, shorter, thicker, wider. Anything he wants to please both you and Eddie.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
These boys love sex far too much. It is so hard to keep up with not just one but two lovers. They cannot get enough of you. Some days are much busier then others so they have to keep it in their pants, but at the weekend or a day off. You are naked all day for endless sex.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Eddie looks after you of course but he loves to sleep. so once everyone is ok, he loved nothing more then a cuddle and to slip off. Venom is usually the last to sleep. Wanting to keep you both safe as you both rest.
Days turned to months and they then passed to years. You married Marvin Martell in a small ceremony with both your families present.
Marvin listened to your wishes for the wedding and you listened to his. He was a second born son so no expectations were on either of you for a huge wedding and celebrations.
Daemon kept his distance since that day in the cave. Even during the wedding, he didn't dance with you, didn't toast you, he ate the opposite end of the table.
He had considered coming to you before the wedding. To beg you, to plead with you to take him instead. But he chickened out. He looked at the Martell man. He saw your smile with him and thought about it. You were happy and that was more important.
After a few weeks, you moved down to Dorne. Being happy with your new husband. Love growing slowly. He was a good man.
And while you knew he would never compare to Daemon. The love you had for him was too great. Your husband knew it too. But neither if you acknowledged it. You pushed your love for your twin down and kept it buried deep.
Instead focusing on the man in front of you.
Soon after your wedding, Daemon married Laene Velaryon and then left for the East. He couldn't face seeing you around the Red Keep after your wedding. So this was his answer.
Thats when time went so quickly. 10 years passing. You being blessed with two sons, both with their fathers features and your white hair. A beautiful mixture and you loved them.
In those 10 years, you truely fell for your husband. You loved him, you loved your family.
After your second sons 6th name day, Marvin became sick. Slowly losing the battle to the sickness and passing away after the fight. It broke your heart to bury him. It broke your sons too.
After a few months you moved back to the Red keep with your boys. Not long after that came the news of Laenas death. The return of your brother and his daughters to Driftmark for the funeral.
You admired him during the funeral, his features still as gorgeous. The years being kind to him.
He made eye contact then, your eyes meeting for the first time in a decade. The stare lasted forever, you being drawn to one another. Brought to your own world together.
All the pain from the previous years disappearing. That connection sparking again. He wasn't just your brother, he was your twin. Your other half.
The day went on, the grief became too much after you put your sons to bed. Distancing yourself from the crowd. Taking time with your own thoughts as you were still consumed with grief for your own husband. Finding the quietest part of the Driftmark Castle you could and sitting.
"At least you have the good drink" your brothers voice called out from behind you as he joined you on the balcony. Stopping as he reached the other chair beside you. "May I?" he wondered, a sense of nervousness coming into his voice. Something you rarely heard from him.
"Yes" you replied, pouring a second glass of wine and passing it to him. He smelt it slowly, the Dornish really did know how to make good wine.
"I'm sorry for your loss" you looked to him. "And I yours" he replied. Taking another moment before looking at you. "We have so much to catch up on" a statement you both agreed on. You both sank into your cups for a bit. Letting the silence wash over you both as you listened to the waves.
"Did you love him?" he wondered after a while. "Did you love her?" you shot back, the bitterness coming back after all this time.
Daemon looked over you, taking you in. Your hair, your eyes, your body. He thought to himself for a bit. Honesty was going to be needed for you both. So he sat up a bit straighter.
"I loved her. She was the mother of my daughters. She was a good kind woman" he whispered, almost afraid of what he was saying. "So yes, I loved her. But I was not in love with her" he sighed.
You nodded, understanding what he meant. "Shame you didn't fight for someone else then" you told him. "Someone you could fall in love with" you added.
"I know" he agreed, not fighting you on a point that was certainly correct. "But I was too late to the person I am in love with. And it broke my heart" his cup out down, body turned to you.
"But I didn't know what to do. You made it clear when I returned you had no interest in me. If I was too stop your wedding, you would of hated me. More then you already dk" he tried to explain everything. "I never hated you" you whispered.
"He made you happy, any fool could see that. I feared that I could never do that so I let you go" his thinking was sound.
"He did make me happy" you agreed. "He was good and kind, he was an excellent father. He learned High Valyrian just to help me teach the boys. Even Daydream liked him" a smile crept on your face as you recalled your memories.
"Laene was the same. Good and kind" he nodded. You looked to him then finally making that eye contact. "I was so furious with you" you drank the last of your wine for comfort. Some liquid courage.
"You just left. You put your life in danger and never once in three years did you contact me" the pain in your voice was clear and he tried to reach for your hand. "I'm sorry, Ñuha idaña, Ñuha jorrāelagon" he whispered. Those words, my twin, my love. Something you always used to say.
"But then I found Marvin and he was so patient, loving. Everything I wanted from you, he gave to me in buckets" you smiled at the memories. "And I would never take back these last 10 years. Through everything, he was a brilliant husband. A fantastic father and I loved him" Daemon squeezed your hand. Understanding the feelings as he pulled back.
You didn't let go however, as you looked at him. "But I was never in love with him" you told him. Something so simple. Being loved and being in love.
"Ñuha idaña, Ñuha jorrāelagon" you said back in turn. My twin, my love. "Iksan isse jorrāelagon lēda ao" you whispered, I'm in love with you. "Va moriot emagon" you told him, always have.
"Va moriot kessa" Daemon smiled. Finishing the sentence, always will. That love always being there. Daemon moved down slowly to his knees in front of you.
"Dīnagon nyke ñuha jorrāelagon" his proposal was heart felt. Marry me. "Gaoman daor jaelagon naejot emagon mēre tolī tubis mijegon ao" I do not wish to have one more day without you.
"On one promise" you whispered, squeezing his hands. "Anything" he nodded. "You'll be the father my boys deserve to have. And in turn, when we have children you'll treat all of them the exact same. With love, kindness, adoration" a simple condition.
"When we have children?" his eyebrow cocked up. An intriguing thought, one he had had plently of times. You under him. Moaning his name. But the thought of you carrying his child. Now that was new.
"Focus" you snapped a finger in front of his face. Bringing him back to you. "Absolutely" he agreed. "My children will be yours and yours will be mine and we will bring new children into this world. Our family will grow in love and numbers. You and I, our children" he promised. Kissing your hands as he saw you smile.
"Then let's wake our family with the news and wed in our ancestral way of Old Valyria" you told your brother. Before being swept into a kissed filled with fire and love. His body holding yours as the kissed comsumed you both.
Your love for each other, kindling once again. Back again together.
Summary: a promise is made before the war, but how will things change when the men return and the promise is forgotten.
Note: Might do a part two, will see how it goes, let me know what you think!
You were never one for fawning over men, getting all dolled up - heels, makeup, hair. But the buzz about the women in town, waiting all together for the men to come home. To finally come home - that was something you joined in on. From the announcement of the war being over to today, you were a ball of nerves.
It had been years since you last saw your love. Your Tommy.
But you were still connected through letters. Of course, yours were longer than his ones. You never expected him to tell you all the details of war. To share the gore. But yours had details of home. About his nieces and nephews, his little brother, his aunt, his horses. as much detail as you could put in to keep him going.
Sometimes you even made up a funny story just for him. In hopes he would laugh, that he may find some comfort in knowing that everyone is ok. Or at least as ok as everyone could be while the rest of the family were away.
Arthur came back first. Still as gruff and scary as ever. He kept to himself but you looked after him, tried to keep him from the drink and help him to eat. He was home about two weeks when a letter came from the war office to say John and Tommy were due home next. About to board a boat and come home together.
Polly was over the moon, all three were safe and sound. It a matter of days they’d all be home. You shared her joy, however nerves were mixed in. Time changes things, you didn’t know if Tommy would still feel the same.
The last time you saw him was the night before he shipped out. It was an emotional one. Walking together in silence but hand in hand. You both knew you should not be out together alone, especially this late at night. But did that all matter. he was about to leave. Maybe forever and never return.
“You don’t have to leave” you whispered finally. He sighed and squeezed your hand. Stopping to lean against the wall and light up a cigarette. “I do, we all do” he replied, bitterness in his voice. Not toward you but the situation. His brothers were going, he couldn’t let them go alone.
"It will be over by Christmas" he promised, a story being said everywhere at this point. the war would last less than four months. It was a fact, which of course turned into the biggest lie. Nearly four years later and it was only just over. Some areas still fighting but the main war over. Which meant the majority of the men could come home. But that was now. Then you had to go with the hope of Christmas.
“Look, I need you to promise me something” he stood up straight, cigarette still between his lips. You nodded slowly taking the cigarette from him and having a drag, “to wait for you” you joked a little after the pull. Knowing there was no one else for you. He knew that too so he was able to laugh a little too. Make some light of this dark situation. “Anything Tom, just name it.”
“Mind Finn and Ada, the kids, Polly” he began. “I know you can do it. Be there for them. Keep them going and stay strong for them as best you can” he whispered. He knew it was going to be tough, on everyone. but knowing you were here, looking after things. It gave him comfort. His brothers too. You were just as much a Shelby as the rest of them. He knew you could do it.
“Of course, I will. I would always do that, no matter what” you smiled. Pulling him into a hug. Keeping the cigarette away so not to burn either of you. Although it was quickly forgotten about as he turned in. Kissing you slowly and softly. Hands on either side of your face. Holding you close as if he was scared to let go.
Breaking eye contact as one of his hands reached into his coat pocket. Pulling out a little box. Opening it to reveal his mother’s ring. Ada had shown you once, said there was one for each boy as an engagement ring for the girl they were to fall in love with. She joked about how you would be getting one sooner or later. At the time, you didn't believe her. You were children at the time. A crush on her older brother. Unaware that within two years, you'd be dating Tommy.
And he was. You both were.
“I know this isn’t something we planned. It is breaking my heart just as much as it is breaking yours. But I promise to come back” he whispered as he broke the kiss slowly. And he meant it.
That was four years ago. Such a long time which went by in the blink of an eye. You kept your promise. Everyone was safe, alive and well. He was now about to keep his. Returning back to you, hopefully all in one piece or as close as. No matter what. Like he promised.
Tommy took hand, he slipped the ring on your finger. “Are you not supposed to ask?” You whispered, smiling all the while. “You are going to say yes, so what is the point” he rubbed your noses together. “This is my promise to you. When I come back. We’ll get married and start our lives together. The one we both want and deserve. I’ll give you the world. You just have to wait till I am back” he kissed you again with that. Sealing the promise.
Life was about to get better. You had so many plans, from having a simple wedding to what house you wanted to live in. How many kids you wanted, names. Everything. It kept you going over the last four years, especially on the hard days.
You heard your name then, looking up to see John. You took you in his arms, hugging you tightly and thanking you for minding his kids. Who he then turned his attention to and hugged them. Kissing each of them as they all cried.
“Where’s Tom?” you asked softly as John finally stood with his youngest in his arms. John looked around, before nodding toward the middle carriage. “There.”
You looked back, over your shoulder and to that direction. Heart beating in your ears as you searched for him. Then you found him, a smile breaking out across your face. you scanned his body. Four limps, not visible injuries.
Then your eyes met his. Ice cold blue, colder then before. Not warmth creeping into them as he walked over slowly. No hug, no smile, no cry for joy that you were here. His girlfriend, his fiancé.
In that one look, you knew everything had changed. You weren’t sure anymore if he was going to keep his promise.
Requested: Reader is Daemons twin and they are really close. When he leaves for the stepstones he doesn't tell her. 3 years later he returns as King. But they won't speak to him. Viserys tried to have her marry while he was gone
Note: bit of angst. Part 2?
A gasp could be heard in court as Daemon walked in. A crown on his head. Hair now short. Still as cocky as ever. You watched from beside your brother as the two greeted each other.
Three years, not a word from him and here he was. Back in your lives. Three years since he left at night and started a war. No consideration for you. His twin.
"My crown is yours" he whispered turning to you. Holding it out for you to take. Viserys smiled. Happy to have both his siblings back with him. Together again as a family. You scoffed as he looked at you with pleading eyes.
Three years was a long time to reflect on your relationship with your brother. You gave him everything. You stuck up for him, fought for him. Loved him. You hated how he could not see this love. Instead choosing whores and sluts. Even agreeing to marry outside the family, although he never bothered with his wife. It didn't matter. He always came running back to you.
You could feel yourself falling for it again. Wanting nothing more then to hug him and never let go. But you made a promise to yourself. "No" you simply said. Stepping out of his way and walking out of the courtroom.
You could hear people talking but you didn't care it was more important that you stuck up for yourself. Changing in your chambers you left for the dragon pit. Wishing to spend time with civilised creatures.
"She is understandable angry" Viserys told his brother in the private of his chambers. The pair drinking wine. "I don't know why" Daemon groaned. "I left to protect us all. I wanted to keep her safe" his reasoning was sound to him.
Viserys couldn't help but agree. Their sister was a strange one. But then again, they felt the same for all women. While Daemon was away. He saw this as an opportunity to try and open your mind to other men. Daemon was always so protective over you. Guarding you from the opportunity of marriage.
Now you had no interest in marriage. Viserys did suggest a nice enough Martell Lord. He was kind, handsome, funny and caring. You had similar interests so you didn't mind getting to know him. But you heart was elsewhere and you told the Lord this.
He still asked for a chance so you agreed. Being friends was not so bad. It kept you busy while you thought over your feelings for Daemon. On what you should do.
Viserys explained about this recent development. Daemons blood boiled. He couldn't believe it, he thought you would wait for him. But then he thought about the fact he had a wife. Although he never slept with her. And now she was dead but that didn't matter.
You were moving on. And that scared him.
You flew for hours in the sky with Daydream. It calmed you, up the clouds, the wind flowing past you. The high sky right down to the waves on the sea. You loved flying.
Returning to the dragon caves near the pit you were greeted with a high pitched scream. Something which would terrify most men. But for you, it was a wonderful sound. "Hello boy" you greeted the red demon Caraxes.
Daydream did the same. Greeting her old friend with joy as you walked over. Hugging the dragons snout as you whispered to him in High Valyrian. Your mother tongue rolling beautifully off your lips.
"He missed you" his riders voice called out from the distance. "We both did" he added. Not wanting him to think it was just the dragon who missed your sweetness.
"Could of fouled me" you whispered. The echos in the cave picking them up to bring it to his ears. "I don't think I've ever seen you so angry" Daemon tried to joke. Hoping it would crack those walls you had put up.
"You had never left me so suddenly amd for so long before. So I guess I had time to grow angry and stay that way" you replied. Stepping away from the dragons as they moved to eat. Turning to leave, but not getting far as Daemon grabbed your elbow.
"Do not touch me" you snapped, pulling yourself away and facing him in anger. Brows knotted together, teeth grinding together. He had never seen you like this, at least not with the anger toward him.
"I did what I thought was best. So that when I returned I could finally show Viserys I am worthy. Worthy of you. Your hand, your love" he whispered after a moment of silence.
"Leaving in the dead of night without a goodbye and staying away fighting a stupid war for three years was the only way to do that?" you questioned. It was laughable. Men, how fucking stupid they could be.
"You were always worthy, Daemon. You already had me, you were just to blind to see it" you stepped away. He tried to follow, wanting to be close but yours hands went up to create space. Needing space.
"For years I watched as you slept around with every whore. I stood at your stupid wedding to the girl from the Vale. All while hoping you'd realise that I was waiting" your ehispers turned angry as tears threatened to come out.
"I did realise. That's why..." he began but you cut him off. "No, you didn't. So please don't treat me like a fool. I've been played for for long enough" you snapped again. This started to get a rise out of Daemon.
"So what, you will just marry the Martell man?" he snapped back. "Maybe I will!" you countered. "Good, maybe you should. Then I won't have to deal with you whining and hanging around me all the god damn time! Like some stupid babe!" he shouted. Hands flying up in the air. "The Gods know that I have waited for you to be shipped off and married just for some peace."
"At least he treats me with the respect I deserve" you whispered. A bit taken back by his sudden out brust. The tears coming to thw surface now. "I guess you aren't worthy" your voice dropped lower.
Daemon still stood there angry, not realising the effects of what he had just said. Not until you turned and walked away and he saw tears on the ground in the dust.
He had never made you cry before. He was always the one to stop your tears. To protect you from them.
"Are you sure about this?" Rhaenyra asked later as you sat together at the feast. "No but I'm going to do it either way" you replied. Kissing her cheek softly to calm her nerves.
Lord Marvin Martell stood then and the room silenced. "I would like to make an announcement that the Princess. My Princess has accepted my marriage proposal!" he cheered. Earning claps as you stood beside him and he kissed your cheek. A small smile on both your faces.
He didn't question when you had accepted earlier. He only asked if you were sure and you agreed. Viserys did question it before the feast but you told him not to worry.
Standing at the back of the room, out of your eye line. You missed your twins reaction. The shock, anger and pain mixed into his face as he gripped his wine cup. Knuckles white. It was too late.
Summary: Everyone expected you to end up with one of two men. But when you picked a man who wasn't even an option. It shocked everyone. Especially the man you loved.
Part 1, Part 2
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It was unusual for your entire family to sit together for lunch. But here you were. Your mother on one side surrounded by her close family and the Queen in the other. Not a happy family to even someone just looking in the room.
Stood in the middle by the King was the new Hand of the King. Or rather, returning. Otto Hightower was an unusual man. You didn't know what to make of him. He ignored you and your siblings most of the time. Unless it was to give out.
Even today he only spoke up when Joffrey was brought into the room. Insisting that to babe be taken away as he was far to young fir a family gathering. Yet the babe was more family then he was.
Rhaenyra stood then, slowly looking around the room before taking a breath. A small smile coming to her face as she spoke. "Looking to the future is a scary thing but it can also be joyful. A thought came to myself and Laenor about our darling daughter. The next Queen after myself"
Her comment catching the attention of both Hightowers in the room. Their gazes drifting to you. "Coming of age can be a scary thing. I remember all the letters and endless search of suitors" she looked to her father who nodded. Remembering the whole ordeal well.
"So I thought why not use this as an opportunity to unite our families. To stop any unnecessary fighting or issues" your mother paused amd looked to Alicent. "Let us marry our eldest children. Unite our families" the request appeared to come from left field as it stunned the Queen.
Clearly the King had not shared his idea with his wife. The Queen was not the only one shocked. Aemond was slightly a gasp with the news, as was Jace.
Who did regain herself quickly as she stood, "an idea indeed. We shall discuss it carefully" she looked to her lord husband who nodded. "No need for that, daughter" Otto Hightower finally spoke up. Stepping forward and only address his daughter amd King. Ignoring your mother who was also in the conversation.
"It is as good of time as any to announce the betrothal of Aegon and Helena. A match already made and therefore the..." he paused to look at you. Up and down but continuing. "Princess may look elsewhere" he finished.
"News to me" Aegon muttered from beside you in High Valyrian. A language his mother and grandfather had never learnt. Giving you all the information you needed to know this was not planned.
"Are you sure?" you asked, knowing it was probably out of place to speak but you may as well try. You loved your aunt but knew she did not want marriage. You also needed to mind your own future. "I should think there are more positives to a match made between us" you gestured between yourself and Aegon. "Why so quick to dismiss it?"
Otto scoffed a bit and shook his head. "Never you mind that. It has been decided so do not argue back" a hint of venom in his voice. You glanced to your mother who nodded. Seeing no point in pushing back.
Your grandfather also seemed confused by the situation. Having some knowledge of the idea. Otto had mentioned it but not realising it had been agreed too.
That was the day you decided you did not like this man. Otto Hightower. Likewise he also decided he did not like you.
The lunch was spent divided then. Conversations made politely with one another. "Fucking stupid" Aegon mumbled to you. "He shows up and ruins everything." the conversation in High Valyrian so the man in question could not understand the hushed tones.
Although he made note of your closeness to his grandson. Noting it needed to stop.
"You don't even want to be King" you replied. "I wouldn't be King. I'd be the King Consort and you'd have all the responsibility" he countered. "Plus, I'd make sure you were looked after and safe" he sighed.
"Do that for Helena then" you told him. Looking to your sweet friend. "I don't want to marry her" he sighed. He didn't want to marry anyone. But the thoughts of being woth you was better then other ideas.
Later in your families private quarters. Jace made his opinion known. "When was that marriage proposal discussed mother?" he asked. Rhaenyra looked to her eldest son, a bit confused for his sudden interest. "Some weeks ago. Why?" she questioned.
"Well if marriage is being discussed. I'd like to involve myself" he declared. His father placed his hand on his shoulder then and squeezed. "Seen a young maiden?" he asked.
"No, a princess!" Jace nodded. "Why can we not marry?" he looked to you. "We would be a perfect match!" he almost had this cocky grin about him.
The proposal shocked your parents. Clearly neither had noticed his little crush on you. It was silent for a few moments before you shook your head. "No, Jace. We need other matches" you did not wish to crush your brother but you wanted this subject dismissed.
"Other matches? So you would be more happy with that swine Aegon then me. You'd happily allow him to marry you, kiss you, feel you, fuc-" his outburst was quickly cut off then my your mother. "Enough!" she snapped. Demanded even. Seeing where this was going.
Despite his age. Jace acted very immature at times. One if the reasons you could not see him as a potential match. But you didn't voice those concerns as you moved on with your day.
The coming weeks were tough, Otto made life that little harder for you and your siblings. Stopping you seeing your uncles and aunt whenever he could. But he could not stop you as the news of Laena Targaryens death hit the castle.
Though you had not met your aunt, your father spoke of her often. Stories and memories always being shared. She even sent you letters about her adventures in the east.
This death was the beginning of the divide for your family. The true beginning. As you stood at the funeral, dressed in black. A sadness swept over you.
"You can always cry on my shoulder if you need to" Jace spoke softly to you as you all stood there waiting. You glanced to him and gave a small smile but otherwise nothing else.
Aegon made some kissy faces from across the way. Having told him of Jace's declaration of love, he found this hilarious.
Your eye was caught by Daemon, uncle through marriage. Great uncle through blood. A handsome man with stunning features. Looking at him you could not help but compare yourself. A question in your mind as to if you needed to add him into question as to if he was your father too.
Thinking back to meeting him a few days earlier.
Begging your mother was not something you often did. But with the chance to meet the famous red dragon and the oldest dragon in Westros arose. You did not care if it was for a sad time. You wanted to meet them.
"Mother, every dragon loves me. Please. I'll only be an hour!" you begged. Following her around the room. "Ornx will be there. He'll protect me!" you pointed out. Eventually she agreed, if only to shut you up.
So off you ran to the dragons. Vaghar was off to the distance, asleep in the sand. You knew never to wake a sleeping dragon so admiring her from a far was not a bad deal. Looking to Caraxes was a different story.
His eyes trailed you as you came closer. A scream leaving his lips as a warning. You shhed him slowly and reached a hand out. Beginning to sing a Valyrian song. You didn't know but Daemon had been watching. Impressed eith your efforts to calm the beast.
Being allowed to pet him and touch him was certainly a victory.
"You look just like your mother" he called to you as you left the dragons. His accent with High Valyrian was beautiful. "Thank you" you replied, smiling at him. "I hear you are just as skilled with dragons" he commented and you nodded. Speaking with him the whole way back to the castle about your love for the beasts.
Daemon instantly grew a soft spot for you in that time. You reminded him so much of his niece. A fact that both delighted him and scared him. Another story.
The rest of the day continued as normal, well as normal as one could expect during a funeral. It was that night when thinga changed. A simple request from your nephew was how it began.
"Please" he begged. Hands together, shaking them in front of you. "I don't understand why you need me, little uncle" you replied. Arms folded as you used his nickname. "Because you can help. You can help me speak to her!" he explained. Wanting to try claim Vhagar.
"I trust you, you will help. You will be there as I claim her and share the moment with me" he reached out then and found your hands. Squeezing them slightly as he looked up at you. It didn't take much more for you to give in to him. Nodding slowly before you both grabbed your cloaks and snuck outside.
Summary: Everyone expected you to end up with one of two men. But when you picked a man who wasn't even an option. It shocked everyone. Especially the man you loved.
Taglist: @neenieweenie @dangerousbluebirdpoetry
Notes: so glad you are enjoying it!!! Please remember my requests are open if you have any ♥ and let me know if you want to me on the tag list!
Life continued as normal, as normal as it could with two families feuding. Tensions were high but your grandfather thought he could sort that. Marriage was the answer and it would calm everyone down.
You had first heard the idea when he spoke with your mother. Some luncheon together alone. "I'll take him, mother" you promised. Picking Joffrey up in your arms and holding him close. The babe was only two weeks old, still so tiny.
"We'll go for a walk in the gardens and I'll bring him right back" you promised, seeing her face tighten a bit. Biting her lip as she considered it. It wasn't you she was worried about. But the Queen. "You will be able to see me from the balcony and everything" you pointed out.
"Alright, my dear" she whispered. Agreeing slowly with a nod. So you left them both, walking with your youngest brother to the gardens. This gave your grandfather opportunity to propose that you were old enough to be betrothed. Not married but at least to get a suitor.
"Well, father, you tell her that. If you thought I was stubborn. Meet my daughter" you heard laughter then from the balcony. So you knew that it was going somewhat well. It wasn't often, your mother got to be with Viserys alone.
Sitting by one of the pools filled with fish, you took a moment to admire Joffrey. His striking dark hair would always cause rumours about the keep. That was for sure.
"It looks good on you" you heard a voice call. Looking up you were greeted with your uncles smile. "What does?" you asked, matching his smile. "Motherhood" Aemond replied with a shrug. Sitting on the same ledge with a bit of distance. "Well unfortunately, I shall not be having any children for a good while" you replied.
"I just mean you are good to mind him" he tried to take back his words. Over thinking as usual. "Most would hand him off to the maids or nurses. But you look so peaceful with him" he rushed out without taking any air in.
"No need to worry Aemond, I know what you meant" you whispered, Joffrey waking in your arms with a stretch. "Babies terrify me" He whispered, looking down at the sweet boy. "But don't tell Aegon. He'll just have another reason to tease me" his voice turned bitter.
"Well, I am sure that they terrify him too. I think all men are scared of these little things" you countered. Trying to make him feel better. "What happened this time" you wondered. Having not spent the morning with the boys.
Aemond shared the story. The dragon pit, the pink dread, him getting lost in the caves before Dreamfyre scaring him. His mother and sister after.
"Well, Dreamfyre is a tough nut to crack" you agreed. Trying not to laugh at the pink dread aspect of the story. It was quite funny. But that wouldn't help him now.
"I haven't quite gotten through to her yet" you tried to explain. "Yes, but you have a dragon and not to mention you are the Zaldrīzes Perzys" his High Valyrian rolling off the tongue. Your nickname made you cringe a bit. The Dragon's Flame as you were called. Earning the name so young due to your talents as not only a dragon rider but dragon whisperer.
Every beast you met connected with you, almost spoke to you. Whether they were claimed, unclaimed, free riding or just babies.
"Would you like to hold him?" you asked changing the subject. Knowing he was the youngest with Luke. So he would never of had the opportunity. Aemond considered it slowly. "It will mean you aren't terrified anymore and therefore have one up on your brother?" you suggested. Holding Joffrey up to him.
Aemond flashed you a grin and moved closer to you. Until your shoulders were touching and you slipped Joffrey into his arms. Helping him support the babies head. "I promise to speak to your brother. And my own" you told him as he took the babe.
He nodded slowly. Knowing you would. All three would probably end up with bruises from you speaking to them. That was good enough for him. Right now anyway.
"Not so scary now?" you asked and he nodded. Taking the baby in.
Wondering for a brief moment if this is what his mother and father did when he was born. Share this experience. Or perhaps one day he might share with his own child. And you.
Viserys looked down from the balcony as he got ready to leave for another meeting. Luncheon finished now. Seeing you with the babe and next to his son, he smiled. "They would make a great match" was all he said to his daughter before kissing her cheek and leaving.
Of course, he mistook Aemond for Aegon. His eyesight not what it used to be. But the point was there.
Later, after you came back up with Joffrey and started to get ready for dinner. Your mother took the opportunity to speak to you about her own fathers proposal. "Have you thought about marriage?" she started.
Not wanting to force you into something. You would be the next Queen after her. She wanted you happy more then anything. "No really" you replied as you twisted your hair. "Have you?" you asked, meeting her eyes through the mirror. "I have not but your grandser has" she replied with honestly.
Explaining the match that could be made between you and Aegon. Her eldest daughter and her eldest brother. In a normal family that would seem so strange, almost law breaking but your family was different.
"What do you think?" you wondered, letting her express her thoughts. Of which she had many. Many involving paranoia towards the Queen. Concern for you, her only daughter.
"Look mother" you turned to her. Taking a deep breath before continuing. "Alicent has never been anything but kind to me. I like her, and I like Aegon. We are good friends" you paused for her reaction. Of which there was little. "Father and you always told us that friendship was a good beginning in any marriage. Its so important" you countered and she nodded a bit.
Knowing that was how herself and Leanors marriage worked. Through friendship.
"So if you think a marriage between us could work. For political reasons. To stop the family fighting. Then yes, I'll happily marry him. And know I do so open hearted. We laugh together all the time, to me - he is kind and caring. I know it is our duty to marry even without love so please don't be afraid" at this point you were beside her. Squeezing her hands.
"I'll propose it at the next council meeting to the Queen" she nodded. "But I make no promises" you smiled and she joined you.
Your next mission was to scold your brothers ans Aegon.
Luke was easily led by the older two. So he was immediately sorry. Not wanting to hurt his uncle, who he did see as a friend. "You!" you pointed to Jace, who held little remorse. "It was funny sister!" he defended. "But you hurt him. You should count yourself lucky you have a dragon" you couldn't believe he was being so bold.
"You need to learn to listen and take a joke" he mumbled. This resulted in him earning a punch to the arm and a final warning.
Your uncle was much the same but he did not require a punch. "My brother should stop running to you" Aegon mumbled as you both sat together. "Even still" you replied. Aegon looked to you then and nodded. He did still think it was funny but he knew it hurt his brother. "I'll apologise for you" he mumbled. A victory in your book.
At least he listened to you. That would be something important should the marriage proposal get accepted.
"My princess, prince" you heard a familiar voice then. Looking to see Harwin, not in his usual uniform for the city watch. Instead he looked as if he was going travelling. "I was hoping to speak with you if that was alright" he looked to you. "I should go apologise. So I'll go" Aegon stood, earning a smile from you. "But I expect your dessert for the next week" he warned and you agreed as he left.
Allowing you to stand and look up at your father. "Is everything ok?" you wondered. He sighed slowly and sat, making you sit down with him. "My father is bringing me home to be the next Lord Strong. We are to leave at once" his words were filled with regret.
His new son just born, his elder sons learning all these new skills and growing so quickly. His daughter maturing and almost ready to be married. He was going to miss it all.
"Do you have to go?" you whispered. Out of all your siblings you were the only one who knew the truth of his relationship with your mother. Having caught them in the act before she became with child with Joffrey. Forcing them to come clean.
"Unfortunately so. I've said goodbye to the rest. You were last on my list. But I hoped you might do my a favour while I am gone?" you nodded in agreement as he produced some parchment letters.
"One for each of you. I hoped you may give then to your brothers when they are older. Whenever you may think they are ready. You, I know are ready for yours. There letters are similar. Just more towards what a father should say to his sons" he explained.
Handing them to you slowly. "Read it when you wish. And I know even though I am away. I am always here for you!" he promised, bringing you in then for a tight hug. Almost bone crushing as he took his last few moments with his daughter. A sweet kiss to the forehead and he was gone.
That was the last time you saw him. You didn't open his letter then. You wanted to save it. So you kept all four safe.
When the news came of the fire in Harrenhal. The death of the two Strong men. Your heart broke. It was then you opened the letter. Wanting a piece of your father to stay with you.
It was no secret of the fatherhood of your brothers. But your feelings towards the situation showed that maybe you were of similar parenthood.
Jace was still upset at the thought of being a bastard. Luke was slightly clueless and Joffrey was a baby. Your mother cried privately and Leanor comforted her as hmbest he could.
You wished you could of spent your grief with your brothers. But Jace was so angry that he seemed to not care for your sadness.
So you found yourself with Aemond. Who despite whatever he heard from his family, he held you as you cried. Hating seeing such a bright happy person so upset. But none the less, he was there for you. Which you were so grateful for.
Summary: Everyone expected you to end up with one of two men. But when you picked a man who wasn't even an option. It shocked everyone. Especially the man you loved.
Note: the title is meant to be like apple of my eye. But it's jewel cause you know 👀 ❌💎 Did people actually get that? I may change the name 😂
This is a set up chapter. To give context to everything and everyone. Give the story a world. Most details are the same but some ages have been changed.
You had always wondered how things would have been different if events had of played out differently. Would things be less hostile between family members? If you were to have a book written about your life. It would certainly be long, with multiple plot lines but to you, it was life.
Returning now to kings landing for the first time in some 10 years. Memories played on your mind. Sitting at the edge of ship. Leg over the side, watching the water splash as the ship pushed through the waves.
So many things had changed. Everyone was grown up now, new children were in the family. And none of you had seen each other in years.
Looking up from the waves, you took out a letter from your uncle. Reading over it before hearing your name being called. Looking over to your step father. "Your mother says to be careful" he called. Rolling his eyes to show he was just delivering a message. "With where I am sitting or in Kingslanding, Daemon?" you asked with a grin.
You loved your step father. He made your mother happy and he treated you and your brothers like his own. He wasn't the best man in the world but he was a good man to you.
"Both I suppose" he shrugged and went back to your mother. Leaving you to return to your letter. Thinking back to the events recalled within the writings of your uncle. Thinking back all those years ago.
"Would you hurry up!" you called to your youngest brother. Almost grabbing his sleeve to pull him along. "It's just a training session. Please calm down. You aren't even allowed to go!" Luke replied. Huffing as his arm was pulled.
"I'm allowed to do as I please. My lessons are all complete, my chores are complete, so if I wish to join your sword practice" you stopped and looked at him. "I will" Luke nodded slowly. Pulling his arm away slowly.
"You just want to see our uncles" he teased as you walked together. Resulting in him having a hit to his ribs. Not a hard hit but enough to make him laugh and shut up.
His comment was untrue. You loved being around the boys. You were a year younger then your aunt Helena. In the middle of all the children of your generation. Jace and Luke came quickly along after you.
Jace and Aemond being born the same year as one another. 2 years younger than you.
Now, of course, you had a new sibling on the way. The baby on the way, only a mere few days and it would be here.
You stopped to tie your boots as the boys warmed up. Taking a moment to take in the mood for the day. Sometimes it was good, others not so much.
Most would think you were the Queen's daughter. Your long white hair was a give away to your difference to your siblings. You did look like your mother though. So that was a blessing. It also meant you escaped the whispers and rumors of being a bastard. Despite the fact you knew you had the same father as your siblings. Well, maybe.
Your mother had been very honest with you one night. So you didn't know which man was your father. But Leanor claimed you as his own and he loved you. Publicly he was your father. You shared his last name, although most called you Targaryen. As you were the future heir to the kingdom.
You also had Ser Harwin Strong. A background character in your life. But even if he wasn't your blood father, he also claimed you as his. Privately. He taught you to ride horses, read you legends and stories.
Now, you were faced with your other possible father. Ser Criston Cole. His hatred for you and your siblings was clear enough. Through his comments, actions, looks. He didn't hide it. And he most definitely hated that you came along to training.
"So what are we up to. Best 16 out of 30?" Aegon asked. Twirling his sword around. "I do believe today I shall be the victor and you shall have to tidy out Sunfyre for a month" he flicked his brows up as a tease.
"Or I shall win and you will be cleaning out Ornx for a month" you pushed his chest with the handle of your wooden sword for training. "Aemond, are you going to be the referee" you called to your younger uncle then. Who nodded eagerly.
When you were around, everyone was nicely to one another. You brought out a nicer side to everyone. Well almost. "Get to work, my princes. Don't allow a lady to distract you!" Cole snapped.
"A princess" you corrected him. Stepping up to him. He scoffed but you pushed again. "Correct yourself or else."
"The princess" he muttered. A small victory in your books. You heard a clap from your grandfather then. Looking over it seemed he was settling in to watch the training.
You had no need to complete the drills the boys had to. You trained with Harwin, so this was extra to you. Instead you choice to sit with your grandfather. Joining him in supporting your brothers and uncles.
"Are you forfeiting then, sweet niece" Aegon jeered. Ready for your little sparring match. A game that had been taking place over the last few weeks. "Oh is this the deciding match?" your grandfather sat a little straighter. Excited for the outcome.
As you jumped down on the mud in the training yard, Harwin came in on horse back with his father. At this moment, the hand of the king. You grinned at him, as he smiled back. Greeting his king, princes and you. Viserys called for the two to join him in sitting down to watch the spar.
With the results currently a draw. You both knew you needed a win. Aemond eagerly stood in the middle. Ready to judge the fight. And for a time everything was going well.
Until Aemond made a judgement that Aegon fouled in the fight. Striking your thigh in an unfair manner. This sparked a fight. The brothers fighting. Aegon accusing his brother of favouring you to win.
"Stop fighting" you insisted. Knocking the sword from Aegons hand before he could hit the younger boy. Hands placed on his chest to push him back. "It does not matter who wins. We'll just clean our own dragon shit" you told him.
While this happened, Viserys noted the closeness of his son and granddaughter. Happy to see they were getting along and now coming to an age where marriage proposals could be spoken about. He hoped this might be fruitful.
A few days later. Excitement filled the castle. "Another brother!" you called out as you went to find Harwin. Your mother had called for you as soon as. Before she left to show her father and step mother the baby.
"And your mother is well?" Harwin asked. Taking your hands in his. "Of course, she is a dragon!" you replied in a playful tone. "I'm glad for that. I'll come by later to see them both" he promised.
That left time for you to be alone later. The boys enjoyed being around Harwin Strong, so you left them altogether. Your mother didn't mind you slipping off. You couldn't be happier. Time to find your dear friend and aunt. Although you knew where she would be.
Sitting by her plants in the main family room for her mother and fathers side of the family. Coming in, you smiled to your family. "I hope you don't mind if I join" you said. "Of course, my dear" Alicent smiled. While tensuons may be high with your mither and Alicent, they never were with you. She liked you, she liked the calm you brought. You sat with Helena by the plants, as she showed you a new beetle she had found.
Alicent read in the corner as Viserys painted one of his figures. Aegon and Aemond were shining their armour. As they mumbled together about something.
"I had a dream last night" Helena spoke softly. Causing you to smile, you enjoyed hearing of her dragon dreams. It was something you shared. A link to dragons. Hers through her dreams, you through your bond with them. An understanding you both had with one another.
As she nodded slowly, you heard a knock to the door. Jace coming in, looking for you for dinner.
"Two dragons, boy and girl. Despite all around them they make a connection" you listened intensely as did the others in the room. "Sharing love and passion for one another" she looked up to you. "The girl dragon reminded me of you" she smiled. Clearly in her own world. Not realising how others looked at you both. Each taking a different meaning from the dream.
Viserys smiled, clearly what he had seen was not untrue. His son would marry you. Alicent taught the same.
Your brother smirked a bit. Seeing himself as the male dragon. Puffing his chest out a bit. Taking a pride in it. Aegon smiled a bit. You were both friends. You had a great relationship and you both knew that it was likely to happen. You both knew marriage would happen at some point. Might as well be with someone you liked.
The only person in the room, who didn't assume anything. Was Aemond. Too busy cleaning his armour. He wanted to impress everyone, especially you. But he took nothing for granted.
Hello my favorite writer! ♡ could you please write to Tywin Lannister x first wife reader, something like if the reader were the mother of Jaime, Cersei and Tyrion basically Joanna Lannister (I really want to see my lions with their mother :( ) that Tywin feels for readee everything I felt for Joanna (obviously she did not exist in this story) and that she is pregnant with her fourth child :)
I apologize in advance if I bothered you or something like that :( I swear that was not my intention, if this is not to your liking you are free to ignore it 😌💞
Number 4
Tywin Lannister x reader
Note: Never a bother my dear. Don't ever be afraid to ask anything!! I'm delighted you sent in a request and what a marvellous one it is!!
The only thing I'll be changing is the fact that they won't be cousins 😂 cause nay.
Finding love in Weatros wasn't easy. Especially for highborns. But it was something you were lucky enough to find. Something you told your children to never be afriad to find.
You met Tywin as a young woman at a ball. Women flocking to him as the young lion, rebuilding house Lannister to all its glory. Everyone wanted to be apart of this, for the money, for the fame, for the strength it would bring to the house. After all they ruled the West.
At the age of twenty and one, he stood tall and proud. Giving the occasional eye roll as the women laughed at whatever unnecessary comment or joke was made.
You were slightly younger, a year or so. Not too interested in fawning after some Lord in the crowd. So instead you danced, drank and laughed. After all, that is what it is to be young.
Little did you know, you had caught Tywin's attention. And as the music slowed for a more slow dance, you felt a presence behind you. Looking to see Tywin, eyes meeting as you stared up at him. "May I have this dance?" he asked. Holding his hand out for you to take.
You smiled, glancing to the crowd of upset women behind him. You nodded and took his hand. Allowing him to expertly lead you through the dance. Neither of you broke the eye contact as you danced. Gliding effortlessly around the floor before moving off to sit and talk.
Conversation never dried up as you shared some wine. For once, he didn't roll his eyes. Instead he was intrigued by the conversation. The band began to play an upbeat song. The perfect song to dance and laugh to. "I adore this song" you smiled. Standing and offering your hand to him.
An unusual action that stunned him for a moment. You had no fear in your eyes, they shined as you smiled. And while he didn't normally dance to fast music, let alone most music. He found himself taking your hand.
The rest was history.
A wedding fit for royalty took place. Moving to Casterly Rock and becoming the Lady of the Rock. Lady Lannister, the lioness. Life was busy but at night. When it was just the two of you, things slowed down. You were able to just be yourselves in your shared quarters.
Tyein had insisted on sharing the same quarters. No separate bedrooms. Just you and him.
Your first pregnancy came along quickly after your wedding night. Not to the surprise of anyone. The only surprise came after you had your first. Cersei you called her. As Tywin sat on the edge of the bed beside you. He held her, both of you smiling at her. A sharp pain drew your attention away from the special moment. "Twins" the maester muttered. "My Lord, you and your daughter may take your leave. I'm sure this one will be along shortly."
He wasn't wrong. Jaime joined your little family and now you were a family of four. House Lannister had it's next heir and two new lions to add to the pride.
Fours years later, Tyrion came along. This time in Kingslanding. Tywin beibg the hand of the king meant your little family was moved to the capital.
Another surprise came with him. Not another child but he was born small. Many would simply leave the baby to the wild, throw it to the sea or sell it. But you smiled at your little one.
Tywin was stunned at first, feeling similar to that first night he met you. When you asked him to dance. So he again allowed you to lead him. Your attention was only drawn off your new son as you heard Jaime and Cersei at the door.
The nurse began to send them away. "No, no. Let them in" you called. Pushing some hair out face as you smiled to them. Slowly your twins came in, hiding behind their father's legs. "Come meet your brother" Tywin whispered to them. Pushing then by their backs towards you.
One sat on either side of you. Peering down at the little babe in your arms. "Is he not very small?" Jaime asked. "And why another boy. I want a sister!" Cersei complained.
"Well this is how the Gods made him" you told Jaime. "And prehaps the next one will be a girl" Tywin answered for Cersei. "Next one?" you asked. "Tywin, if you think I'm doing this for a third time. You are made" you informed your love.
Although you both knew within a moon or so. Once you were healed, you'd be back at it like rabbits.
"Jaime slow down!" you called out from the carriage. "Tyrion is still only young" you reminded him. While Jaime was 7, Tyrion was still only 3. And while you never allowed his disability to slow him down or be a disadvantage he was still a baby.
"Mother, may I ride with for a while with father?" Cersei asked, a grin across her face in pure hope for a positive answer. She always tried to be a boy. If it wasn't for her hair, her and Jaime would look dead alike.
"And leave me all alone in the carriage?" you asked her. Pouting a bit as you pulled on her heartstrings. Tyrion ran over then. Hugging your leg and tugging on your dress. "I'll ride with you" he promised. Holding his hand up for you and grinning as you took it.
"Are you alright with this?" you looked to your husband. "I see no reason why she cannot ride until we are out of the city. Then perhaps a bit in the country. But once they are bith tired, it will be the carriage for you both" he replied. Both twins nodding in agreement.
They knew they were getting a good deal, it wasn't often they got to ride such long distances. But this was a special journey. With Tywin handing his post off to the King's brother. It meant you all could return home. To your proper home. It would be Tyrions first real time seeing the west in all its glory. And hopefully you'd be able to return before your next arrival would come.
"You feeling ok for the journey today?" he asked as the children moved off for a final play. His hand moved down to your stomach. A feeling he would never get used to and yet never get enough of.
"We are both fine" you reassured. You were only three months into the pregnancy and with another four to go, you'd be back in Casterly Rock in plently of time. "Let's go home" you whispered, leaning up and kissing him. This was quickly followed by your children making yucky noises. You both laughed as you looked at them.
"Does anyone else require kisses before we leave?" you asked. Three hands quickly shot up, running over for forehead kisses.
"What's that one, papa?" Tyrion pointed to the green sails moving across the bay. "That's a trader ship" Tywin replied. The pair were sitting on the window seat overlooking the bay. Watching the ships come and go while reading a book. Tyrion sat in his father's lap, leaning against his chest in comfort.
Tyrion had fallen in love with the rock. As you knew he would. Tywin had more time now for his children. Helping Jaime to read and write. Teaching Cersei how to plan a feast and give speeches. And now, reading with his youngest and watching ships.
A peaceful afternoon all in all.
"And here you both are" you called out as you finally found the two. "Mama, I saw a new sigil today! It was a bird with a fish in its talons!" Tyrion exclaimed as he saw you. "Brilliant!" you cheered. Kissing his forehead, before moving to Tywin's lips.
"Cersei and Jaime have prepared us a picnic. A treat" you informed the pair. "Oh, I hope cook made biscuits" Tyrion pulled up himself up. Tywin helped him before taking his sons hand. You took the other and walked together. Swinging Tyrion occasionally as he laughed.
As you all sat outside it the orchard, you thought how it wouldn't be long before you became a family of 6. Four beautiful children, an amazing husband. Through it all, you felt incredibly lucky to have found him.
It made you excited for the future. What it would bring to your children, to your marriage. You slowly took your children's hands. Placing them on your belly, letting them feel the baby kick away. Hearing them giggle and laugh. It was the best sound ever.
Life used to be simple. The summer months would come and your family would send you to Aubrey Hall to spend time with your friends. All your siblings were older, less interested in running around laughing and playing.
You were the same age as Benedict, slightly younger by a few months but still friends none the less. Sure you enjoyed reading and playing music with Daphne and Eloise. But like wise, you loved to run with the boys too. The eldest three made great friends.
Climbing trees, fighting animals in the woods, learning about the trees and flowers. They never minded bringing you along, laughing with you as your dress would be covered in mud or torn by the adventures.
You had many happy memories down in Aubrey Hall. Even that last summer, the one before everything changed and you were all forced to become adults. Thinking back, it wasn't everyone. Just Anthony. His mother too heartbroken to help him. Dealing with the lose of her husband and then the birth of her youngest child.
So Anthony grew up, now dealing with estates, accounts, rents and wages. His face now filled with pressure. A line creasing his once care free face. So yes, Anthony was forced to grow up and in turn. You forced yourself to as well.
The day it happened, you rushed to the garden as Anthony screamed for help. Ordering Benedict to bring the others inside, they didn't need to see any of this. You tried to give his heart palpitations, doing as you had been taught by the man himself who life you were trying to save.
There was nothing anyone could do. No one was to know what was to happen. No one had the medicine needed to save him. That didn't stop Anthony from blaming himself. He wanted to go out to the woods, he wanted to improve his shooting. It was his fault.
That night, after the doctor had given Violet a sedative to sleep. To calm her and the baby. You put the younger ones to bed, listening to their sorrows before checking on Colin and Benedict. The girls let out their feelings. The boys not so much. But Colin was minding Gregory, sleeping in the same bed. So Colin was ok for now.
Benedict was held up in his room, drawing and muttering to himself. It was a new hidden talent. Something he had discovered and his father had encouraged. So here he was. Drawing.
You hugged him but that was all you needed to do. But now you had to tackle Anthony.
He sat alone in Edmunds office. The light on low, a glass filled with scotch in front of him and the bottle beside the glass.
You didn't knock, there was no need. Coming in, he didn't even look up. Face blank, eyes glazed over. You came over and kneeled by him. Slipping your hand up to his, squeezing it slightly to get his reaction. Any reaction.
His eyes moved from the light to you. Red and puffy, empty now after hours of silent crying. "What can I do?" you whispered. Saying sorry, asking how he was feeling. They were all irrelevant right now.
Anthony didn't know what to say. He wanted his father to back but that was impossible. No, he was gone. And now he was responsible for everything. "I can't do this" he whispered, reality hitting in hard.
"Yes you can. I know you can, your father prepared you for this. And yes, this has come sooner then anyone wanted. But you aren't alone!" you held his hands with both of yours. Squeezing harder and nodding. "Then stay. Please, help. I can't do this without you" he squeezed your hands back.
As the next few days went on, you tried not to over think what Anthony had said. Needing you, wanting you to stay. So you helped plan the funeral, you wrote letters to friends and family, helped with the accounts and rents.
Your parents came to the funeral and after they wanted you to come home. This was a family issue to be dealt with. They were thinking of your future, wanting you to be presented to society soon. Therefore you had to be perfect.
As you looked over at Anthony straightening Colin's tie, you sighed. Looking back to your parents you informed them that you were there family and you couldn't leave them in your time of need.
Soon the summer came to an end and you would indeed had to leave. "Everything is set for the rents and wages. You just need to balance the books for the new year. So don't worry. Just keep your head up and before you know it. It will be over" he nodded to your instructions.
"Over for now" he sniffed a bit. You had been his rock these last few months. Your parents hadn't been happy you had stated. He knew that. They'd be even angrier if they knew the late nights you'd spent together.
Even though many of them were spent together on the floor of his office. Going through accounts. You helping him understand his responsibility, the maths, the power he now held as a Viscount.
The other few nights were spent nursing him as he cried. Helping him stay strong. Or you pacing back and front with an upset Gregory who needed his mother but she couldn't help. Or helping the newly born Hyacinth as you stayed with Violet.
You had become a pillar in the Bridgerton household. You held the family together in the time of need. But now you were turning 17, and your parents expected you great things from you.
And running in the woods, climbing and laughing was over. And while these last few weeks, turning into months. Of course you had grown up, no longer a young women but someone who was running a household.
You were helping educate the young children, you were running meetings and hosting lunches. Your parents called it good experience.
"I'm just a letter away. You know this" you whispered. Knowing he couldn't come to your birthday. The mourning period was logn for the family. But that was ok.
Or was it? It only took a few hours after you went with your parents for him to miss you. Sitting in the drawing-room with his siblings. He wanted to know what you were doing. Were you thinking of him, did you miss him too?
"Maybe, instead of going to the ball. We could visit for lunch?" Eloise suggested. She missed you, someone to read with. You encouraged her in so many ways. Not just in the ways her mother wanted. But to read, to learn and grow.
"I suppose its not against the rules?" Benedict looked to Anthony. Technically it wasn't. "I'll write and arrange something" Anthony nodded. Leaving them to begin write the letter. Smiling as he wrote. He stopped with the quill to note the smile. The first proper one in months.
Not forced, not plastered on his face for the sake of it. Your mother was the main person who wanted you to come home. She had plans for your later life. Your father, however, wanted to see you happy.
He liked the Bridgertons, they were a good family and you always enjoyed spending time with them. So when he received the letter for the new Viscount. Wanting to have a birthday luncheon, he eagerly accepted.
He had noticed how busy you had been with the Bridgertons. You had helped them in so many ways and now you had nothing within your own families home. You would all be heading back to the Ton soon, so an opportunity to see your friends again would make you happy again.
The morning of said luncheon, your father mentioned a surprise for you. An early one for your birthday, try as you might to guess. You simply couldn't and with each guess, you were shushed and told to just get ready.
You hurried, for once, to dress and came downstairs. Hearing familiar voices as you came downstairs. "Happy birthday!" Colin, Daphne and Eloise cheered as they popped out from the bottom of the stairs. Stopping you in your tracks as the shock hit you.
"Are you surprised?" they all asked, coming and hugging you. "What are you all doing here?" you questioned. "Well it's your birthday, is it not!" Benedict replied. Kissing your cheek as Gregory jumped from his arms to yours.
"Your parents and our mother are talking in the drawing-room. Doting over little Hyacinth. However, your surprise is out in the garden" Benedict informed you. "What could be better then seeing my favourite people" you said as you received a wet kiss from Gregory.
Daphne took her youngest brother and soon you were being pushed outside to your garden. "Anthony!" you smiled as you saw him. Pacing back and forth in the gazebo. So much clearly on his mind as he didn't even hear you.
His eyes snapped up as he saw you coming toward him. Nervous growing as you hugged him. "You did not weite to say you were all coming."
Anthony shrugged, "its a birthday surprise, so how could we" he replied. Taking a deep breath before taking your hands in his. "I've missed you so much" he began, voice shaking slightly.
"The others miss you too, nothing is the same. Not since father... Passed. Not since you left. And we will all be returning to the Ton soon. With the cold months coming in" you listened as he squeezed your hand.
"I missed you all too" you replied, "so I'm glad you came for lunch today!"
"Well im hopeful that you will join us for many more lunchs. And dinners, breakfasts. Everything. Because I simply cannot do this with you" he lowered himself down slowly. Still holding your hands as he got on his one knee.
Smiling a bit more. "It's not out of grief that I ask, it's not out of loneliness or impatience. I do this because for the last while I've felt so many things when around you. I was only telling father how I felt on that very day that he passed..."
"You amaze me, you help me in so many ways and now I am here to ask you for your hand. Marry me, make me the happiest man in all the Ton, in all of England. Actually, in the whole world!" he left go of your hands then and produced a ring.
Leaving you to gasp slightly. It was gorgeous, his mother's. You had seen it often enough as she told you and the other girls the story of her love match.
"Yes" you whispered, nodding slowly. A smile growing across your face as one grew on his face. Slipping the ring on your finger, standing and hugging you.
Cheers could be heard from the doorway. The Bridgertons all standing together and smiling. Watching the happy couple grin at one another.
Slowly everything was returning to the new normal.
Please, can I get a smutty one shot with Tywin? Like reader is his personal whore and he just summons her?😩
Tywin Lannister x reader
Note: I hope the smut is ok! I'm no expert 😂 Sorry this request took so long, been super busy!
Life was funny at times. You had never expected your life to quite turn out like this. You often had time to reflect as you sat upon the window seat in Casterly Rock. Overlooking the courtyard of the grand castle and the fields beyond.
Your mother died during childbirth and your father had no need for a daughter. Cursing you every day until he sold you at the age of ten to a brothel. There you cleaned up after guests, no one touched you and you actually enjoyed your time there.
The women were kind, treating you well. Teaching you things that you would never have learnt otherwise. You didn't know how to read or spell. But you could cartwheel, sew, looking after horses and children.
You lived there til you were 16 and then life took a turn for the unexpected. You were now considered to be of age and an auction had begun for the first man to take your virginity.
One morning you were called down to the main room. The other women helping you brush your hair and look good. Assuming now was the time for you to be used. But instead, you were faced with a lord and suitcases.
"Lord Tywin is taking you" you were informed by the owner. You looked between the men confused. "I'm leaving?" you asked quietly as your bags were given to you and you were lead out. Finding yourself sitting in a carriage across from the lord.
Not just any lord but this lord had a lion where his family crest was placed. A golden lion. You knew immediately who this was but you didn't dare acknowledge it. You kept your eyes on the floor of the carriage.
Finally, he spoke. "Your pure?" he asked, though it sounded more like a statement. "Yes, my lord" you replied, trying to make your voice as strong as possible. "Look at me girl" he demanded.
Eyes slowly rise up to meet his. He studied your face a bit more before nodding. Seeming pleased. Nothing else was really said during the ride and once back at the castle, a maid took you to a small room.
Stating it was yours now. It was simple enough. A bed, drawers, and a window overlooking the garden. It wasn't until that night when you were summoned to the Lord's bedroom that you found out your duties.
Stepping into his chambers, you were amazed by the sheer size and elegance of it all. "You're mine" he stated simply. Sitting at his desk as he finished writing a letter.
Over time, as you shared his bed with him more and more, he explained more. He didn't want to share other people's whores. He wanted his own, someone at his call. For him to use as he pleased.
It seemed weird at first. But soon you grew to be very attached to Tywin. While you didn't speak about the attachment, small gestures showed how you both felt.
A new gown would appear in your chambers, a new book or flowers. Sometimes, you'd bring him tea when he was working late. Or take care of his horse. Small gestures that showed each other care and affection.
But not to the point, that you forgot the roles you each played. He was a lord. The warden of the east and the Lord of Casterly Rock. You were a whore. Plain and simple.
As you looked out the window. You could see the horses coming down the path toward the castle. You smiled. He was home from his trip to the capital. Meaning finally after near 6 weeks of time without him.
As the party came to a halt in the castle grounds. Everyone dismounted horses, greeting others. You stayed out of the way. Watching from the window, studying everyone and grinning as you saw your lover.
You moved quickly to get things ready for Tywin in his chamber. Before nearly running down the hall, stopping at a corner. Waiting patiently as Tywin bid his goodbyes from his guards. Wanting a bath to relax. In turn, when he turned the corner and came face to face with you. He chuckled. "Waiting patiently?" he wondered.
"Very much so, my Lord" you replied. Linking arms with him and walking him to his chambers. He let out a pleasant sigh as he saw you had gotten hot water all ready for him. "Want me to leave you be?" you questioned as you undid his armour from the back.
"No, I've waited weeks to feel your mouth around my cock" he said plainly. You chuckled, "in the bath or out?" you asked as plainly as he stated. "Now" he took off his trousers as you sank to your knees.
Taking him in your mouth slowly. All the years in the brothel, you had learnt many tricks. A decent blowjob was one of the tricks. And Tywin certainly appreciated them.
Fingers slipped into your hair, allowing you to set your own pace as you bobbed your head. Using your tongue to run under the base of his cock. Drawing out a long groan from your Lord.
He stopped as he neared his end. "I want to finish in you" he whispered, moving over to the bath. As he leaned back into the tub. Enjoying the hot water on his aching muscles.
You joined him, sitting down on top of him. Leaning in and kissing his lips, rolling your hips as you sank down on top of him. Moaning into the kiss as you clenched around him.
It took him ages to let you kiss him, he hated being that intimate with someone other than Joanna. But over time, he let go. He let feelings happen and grow. "Gods this was worth the wait" he mumbled against your lips.
"Definitely" you whispered back. Running your fingers down his chest. Grinding down on him as you tighten your core around him. The weeks spent away from you had obviously left him built up as soon you felt him stiffen and groan.
Fingernails digging into your hips. You kissed his neck softly, "want me to leave you rest?" you asked. Although you enjoyed his company, you never wanted to overstay your welcome.
"No, stay in the warm water. After I'll take you on the bed before we sleep before dinner up here. For now, tell me what you have been doing while I have been away" he kissed the top of your head.
You smiled as you turned around. Your back to his chest as you started telling him about the gossip about the castle he had missed. As he listened, his fingers went to your nipple. Slowly rolling it, never letting you forget your place.
I'd say aftercare depends on whether or not Bruce needs to go out that night. If he has to go out, he'll clean you up. Make sure your ok and leave you with a kiss on your forehead and his shirt to sleep in.
If he isn't going out, I'd say he likes to pull you into a cuddle. Running his fingers through your hair while you talk together.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Bruce is a titty man. Don't try and fight me. He adores seeing you in tight, low cut dresses. It drives him wild.
He loves nothing more then to play with your nipples. Getting them hard enough to suck on.
On himself, I think he likes his shoulders. How broad they are, how much they can lift.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Bruce cums in ropes, so no matter where he finishes. It overflows. I think, his favourite thing would be a blowjob. Watching you try to swallow it all but some still dribbles out. He'd swipe it up with his thumb before you lick it up.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He loves to fuck you in the batman suit. He imagines a roleplay that he has just saved you from your doom. And to thank him, you strip and beg him to fuck you. To have his way with you. So he does
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
This is Bruce Wayne. Of course he has experience! He knows what he is doing! From his fingers, to his mouth, tongue, and of course, his dick
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Most of the time, sex is serious. Either to let off steam or just staring at each other filled with love. Sometimes I think tension can be a bad thing and you may end up laughing in bed. He can be very funny when he wants to be.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He keeps himself tidy when he can but when he lets himself go. He lets all of himself go. Not that you mind.
He doesn't mind hair on yourself. It's your body. Now, if he was pressured. He'd say he may prefer shaven is better.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
In the beginning, maybe when things were just a fling. No romance was really there. But then, as things progressed. He'd hold you closer, keep eye contact. His kisses would be a little more sweet and kind.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Not since you became offical together. He has no need. He has you. Before, when he wasn't going from fling to fling, he'd sometimes indulge.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Kinks
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Bruce would do it anywhere but personally I think he prefers to be in his own shared space with you.
Your shared bedroom, shower, bath, hottub. Once you are alone together in a space that smells of a mix of your scent and his.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He doesn't share. While I think in the early stages of your relationship threesomes and stuff may have been an option. Once things got serious, he wants you all to himself.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He also will not hurt you. While he doesn't mind spanking, choking and just rough stuff in general. He won't push things too far.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Giver and receiver. I'd say, he loves a good 69.
He will never turn down a blow job and equally he'll never accept your protests when he wants to eat you out.
"You just taste so good" he'll purr in your ear.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Bruce loves nothing more then a slow fuck after coming home. Whether it was a day of meetings or a night out as Batman. Lying you on top of him. Foreheads pressed together as he holds your hips. Your hips rolling against his as he thrusts into you slow ans steady. Keeping eye contact as he moans.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
His life is unpredictable at times. So sometimes a quickie is needed. In the car, in the sideroom, his office. He doesn't mind where. But this man does need to burn steam, so he does need long rounds too.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
This man loves to do anything and everything. He'll try anything once and will definitely talk over stuff. Once you aren't in any danger, he's happy.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
A good solid two rounds, maybe a third if you are really pushing on. He enjoys a good foreplay session before hand too. Tasting everything, licking and sucking everything.
A round typically lasts a good hour too. Bruce knows what's he is doing.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
This man takes pride in pleasing a woman all by himself. He'd be offended if toys were brought up.
When you first moved in with him, unpacking all your stuff and he found your vibrator. He scoffed and looked at you. "Bin" he declared. Binning it quickly and taking no arguments.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He just wants to please you, so I doubt he'll tease too much. Maybe flirting and turning you on, riling you up in public. That is probably the most of it. He wants to please you, heae you moan and scream his name, give you all that you deserve.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
With all his adoptive kids in the house, I imagine he keeps it down. Holding you close and groaning and moaning at a soft level for just both of you to hear.
If you are both alone and you know this, it's easier to let go and just give out those throaty moans.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
I think he gets jealous of your friendship with Clark easily. You know all the justice league. You help them mend their cuts and bruises and he loves that about you. But when you help Clark. Bruce gets this sick pit in his stomach.
Watching you tend to this man with such care. And you do, but you are just friends with him. You only have eyes for Bruce. Meaning you'll have to remind him of that later on. Riding him slowly and cradling him close as you whisper how much you love him.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
About 6 inches long with a thick shaft. Thick enough to fill you, long enough to hit the right spots. But not too big that you would be uncomfortable in anyway.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Very high. He'd quite happily have sex a few times a day, with a few rounds at a time. But that isn't always possible. So he takes what he can get.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I'd say he'd normally leave to go suit up after sex. Depending on the night, he may hokd you till you fall asleep and then leave.
I see a second round happening when he comes home. Slipping into bed and you roll over to greet him. Kissing him and making sure he isn't injured before you both have sleepy sex. Slow and steady.
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