WEAR IT LIKE ARMOUR

Dark, lost, introspective NSFW RP blog for TYRION LANNISTER as written by Cathy. Muse and mun both 18+. Shipping always welcome. OCs, AUs and Multiverses a favourite. This is a sideblog - all follow backs will be from @a-maimed-man-and-bitter

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Two Uncles, One Father

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jxime-lxnnister‌:

Jaime didn’t need to be reminded about what he had done back then. But he knew that Tyrion was right. Bran wasn’t someone who held grudges. If he had, when they did what they did to Cersei, they could have done the same to him.

He looked at his brother and nodded. “Well, I hope that is the case.” Jaime said. He looked around, before looking back at his brother again.

“He kept you alive for a reason,” Tyrion assured his brother. “He has a purpose for you in mind, of that I’m certain.”

It hadn’t even been that hard to talk King Bran into not executing Jaime. He had simply smiled that occasional, enigmatic smile and nodded.

“I don’t know if he sees the future, but I think at least he sees enough of the past to make an educated guess, you know?”

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libri-e-amore‌:

“I think that this is a vow I can most gladly make and keep.”

Her father had tried to be a good parent. But his wife had left him broken. Elizabeth has known from an early age her parents were not happy together. She didn’t want the same for the children born to her and Tyrion.

“Our home will be filled with love and happiness. I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she murmured, cuddling closer happily. “I think that you and I have already started a good foundation simply by being able to enjoy each other’s company and becoming friends. That will lead to happiness, and…” Her voice softened as she let her curls hide her face. “And love.”

It might be too much to ask that he love her. But she already knew that if things continued between them like this, she could grow to love him.

“For names, I am not sure.” The change of subject was welcome. She was glad he didn’t shy away from talk of the baby. “I… I did think that if… if it is a girl perhaps we could name her after… after your mother. If it pleases you, Tyrion.”

“It would please me,” Tyrion smiled. “A great deal. However, my father ... he may take that as an insult.”

He tried to smile, but it died on his face as soon as he attempted it.

“My mother died in childbirth. With me. Which ... sadly is something that my father has never forgiven me for. Nor has my sister Cersei. ‘Mother gone for the sake of you’, is something she likes to level at me with alarming regularity.”

He picked up Beth’s hand and squeezed it before bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to her delicate fingers. 

“So you see it may not be the wisest decision ever made, particularly if we are to be sharing a home with my father.”

“He grieves for my mother still - her loss left a permanent hole in him I’m told. I doubt he would even be able to say our daughter’s name.”

“Not that ... not that I care for him. But he is my father and ... that still means something.”

He hoped he hadn’t upset her. It was a beautiful suggestion and one that showed how deeply she cared for him already. He wanted to kiss her and hold her and thank her profusely for even making it.

“Would you have any relatives or women you admire who you would like to honour instead?”

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oathkeeperwench‌:

“My father gave up on me ever being married,” she explained quietly, a pained look in her eyes. “He tried to arrange three matches for me before I ever met Jaime. The first died as a child, the second took one look at me and broke the betrothal, and the third.. I told him I would only accept chastisement from someone who could beat me in the field and I broke his collarbone.”

She sighed again. “Who would marry me now anyway, when everyone knows that I was foolish and let a man who I loved but was not wed to into my bed.” She shook her head before raising an eyebrow. 

His suggestion would help her get him back to his rooms like the King had commanded.. She just hoped he was too drunk to realize what she was doing. 

“Very well, Lord Tyrion, let us go then.”

Tyrion sobbed unabashedly as he let her lead him from the inn. He stumbled over his own feet a couple of times and had to be supported by Podrick.

“You should not have given up on being a wife and mother,” he told her as they made their way through the streets. “You’re ... lovely. Tell her, Podrick. Lovely and ... and you beat The Hound! There are many men who would want you. Many good, decent highborn men.”

“Your face is a little ... challenging, I grant you. But that’s mostly because you scowl all the time. When you smile, you’re ... quite magnetic. And you have astonishing blue eyes.”

“And your legs! Pod ... aren’t her legs to die for? It would be a crime if you never wrapped them about another man’s back while he fucked you.”

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Ms. Cathy Regrets ...

… I have a poorly child so I haven’t been able to stack my queue for tomorrow.

There may be a delay over the weekend in getting threads out, but I will be on asap to try to rectify the problem.

Hope you all have a fun weekend.

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Two Uncles, One Father

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jxime-lxnnister‌:

Jaime just nodded as Tyrion said this. Yes, he was confident when he needed to be. But he wasn’t confident like he had been in the past. He had lost that a bit. Jaime looked at his brother. “Yes, she did.“ He said.

When he said about moving, he looked around and nodded. “Mmm, well, hopefully, he will. But he may have his reasons not to.” Jaime told his younger brother. He carried on walking alongside him.

“Well, there is the small matter of you having defenestrated him, of course. But ... our king is not a man who holds grudges, is he. He’s not a man who feels much of anything, really.”

“What he knows is the important thing. That’s why he’s king. And he will know you are the right man for the job.”

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libri-e-amore‌:

“Ours will be a happy home, filled with love.”

He may never know just how much his words and actions meant to her. She felt truly cared for by him. Her hand moved to join his on her belly. Not on top of his hand, but intertwining their fingers. They would be their best by being partners, by working together.

“All our children will know only love,” she murmured. With those words she made a promise to him. She would bear his children, and she would love and adore them no matter what life brought them.

“I will do my best to make Casterly Rock a grand home. When we arrive there, I want to know how best to run the castle, and what you will like. And I would like to make it a comfortable place for us. For us and our children. I do not want a cold or formal feel to the place. I intend for all of us to be happy, and I will do my best to ensure that, Tyrion.”

The wine goblets were empty, the cake eaten. Setting the dishes to the side, she paused, then shyly laid down almost against him. She wanted more closeness, but was unsure of what he would be comfortable with. Then again, he seemed happy to follow her lead. So she moved a little closer and rested her head on his chest.

“I know we need rest. It will be several days before we get home. But I’m enjoying this time with you, my Tyrion.”

Casterly Rock had been a cold, forbidding place ever since Tyrion could remember. He had never known the castle as his brother and sister had - a family home with love and laughter and a strong bond of family.

He sighed as he thought of it - how much the death of his mother had changed everything for the Lannisters. Tyrion, of course, had never known things any other way, but now ...

“I didn’t realise just how much I craved this,” he confessed. “Family. Home. Love. Let us vow that we will always give that to our children. It is a monstrous thing to grow up in such coldness.”

He tightened his arms about Beth. His Beth. Slid a hand down to her belly where their firstborn grew.

“Tell me, have you thought of any names for the babe yet?

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lannisqueen‌:

Cersei let out a derisive snort at his proclamation that he did not wish Jaime dead when only moments ago he’d proclaimed that he would take comfort in Jaime’s death. “Folly that I’ve wrought is it?  Tell me, if I am so persuasive, why is it that I’ve never managed to rid our brother of his affection for you?”  Yes, Cersei had offered sweet promises to him, but ultimately, it had been Jaime’s choice.  He could have said no.  She’d have forgiven him…eventually.  But this was their way to be together.  Or it should have been.  Cersei had offered and Jaime had accepted, it wasn’t as though she’d forced him, that he’d had no choice.  

“If Father can drag me back from King’s Landing, do you think he couldn’t find us and drag us back from wherever else we hid?  Do you think I’d be the first woman dragged into a Sept and forced to marry?  That Father wouldn’t lock me in a tower as he did in King’s Landing?”  The Tower of the Hand had been Cersei’s prison from the time that her breasts had begun to bud, only trotting her out to parade her in front of Targaryen’s like a bit of gold to tempt a loyal man to betray his lord.  That was until the Spider had shown her ways to sneak in and out.  She’d used one of his secrets to sneak away to see Jaime, to convince him to join her in King’s Landing.  “We’d have to make money somehow.  The easiest way would be for Jaime to be some sword for hire.  And do you really think that word would not reach Father?”  Jaime joining the Kingsguard, them petitioning Rhaegar, it had been the only way.  Father could scour the world to bring them back and marry them off, unless the King or the Prince forbid it.  If Father had not disobeyed the King when he’d ordered such high taxes on Lannisport in particular, Lannisport to punish Tywin, then he would not oppose the King’s order that his children marry as Targaryen’s did.  

“I think you’re clever enough to stay hidden, particularly across the narrow sea. But I don’t think that’s what bothers you, is it, Cersei?”

He looked at his sister, his eyes sliding over the fine gown she wore, the perfectly braided hair, the rings on her soft, slender fingers.

“If you went into hiding with Jaime, then who would you be? A washer-woman? A nursemaid? A servant, perhaps to support yourself? Jaime could be a sellsword I suppose, but ... how grubby. How beneath you it would be to do all of that for love.”

“I can see Jaime doing it. That’s the sad thing. Giving up everything on some romantic adventure, thinking he’s actually going to be happy and settled and loved. But at the end of it all, his only consolation prize is your black heart.”

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Dungeon BREAK!

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dominionovershadows‌:

❮♚❯—Waverly, Former Knight of Erebus, Crimson Knight… Emissary of Moha Void Goddess of the Dark Water and now, Void God of Extinction and Annihilation.  Unlike Eris, his entire duty was to destroy what was before him.  He was the undeniable end, he left the rebuilding to Eris,  as she was two parts of the cycle, destruction, and rebirth.   Waverly worked in a linear function.  That wasn’t to say that his only skills were wiping the realms clean.   He was a natural healer.  It was his choice… to change the course of extinction to endangerment.  It depended on how the mood served him.

Unseen he combed the Keep for Tyrion.  There was a certain smell… Even though Waverly hadn’t met Jaime- there was a familiar scent that led Waverly to his brother.   Then again the Waverlys were better hunters than the Dagenharts…  Haunting his footsteps,  was his Shadow Tiger swimming behind him the shadows silently roaring causing shutters to slam shut. Swirling from the ceiling came a flood a crystal clear water.  Rushing in at impossible speeds the chamber that kept Tyrion filled quick enough for Waverly to formally introduce himself before the targets.

Waverly made no attempt to adorn the wardrobe of the realm.  He simply wore a button-down and slacks.   He rolled up his sleeves as he spoke- now the water to his knees.  He stood as if it were nothing but mere reflections of what actually was.

“Oi.  I’ve been sent by your sister-in-law. Waverly.” It was a shitty introduction. He didn’t care.  “Watch your footing one the waters rise.  Sea-weeds hold a bit of punch if you get too close. “ Water quickly treaded to his thighs.  “Don’t worry about breathing.   Just don’t freak out and the water will take care of you.  It always does. “

Waverly was waiting.   He could hear the guards outside talking about the rushing water.  His hands were calmly knit together as he looked about the room watching and waiting for the guards to rush in.

“Slow to enter… your bunch…  Humans, right.. your lot?”  

The Shadow Tigers had started to take to the waters hiding within the seaweed that Waverly warned Tyrion about- muffled roars were heard beneath the surface.   “Do worry about them… I have to bring you back alive… you won’t be harmed, plus, these girls go after big game first.”

“My what?” Tyrion said, barely keeping the last flagon of wine down. “Who in all the hells are you? You’ve been sent for me?”

It seemed remarkably wet in here all of a sudden. Kind of ... flooded.

“Oh,” he said. “Cersei sent you, didn’t she. Well ... well done, you found me. A drunken dwarf not sure what’s even going on. Is there a flood? Or did I drink enough to piss a river?”

He took a moment to look at the man before him - tall, of course, as everyone was to Tyrion. Intense eyes - something about him hurt Tyrion’s head worse than the burgeoning hangover too.

“So what are your orders? Does she want my head on a spike or would she prefer to torture me first? I’m guessing the latter.”

The water had risen up to neck level. 

“Would you mind picking me up? Possibly? If I have to swim tonight I’d sooner not do it in the shit-filled Blackwater.”

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My humblest apologies

I have been a little snowed under and poor Tyrion has been neglected this week. Queued a couple of threads this evening and will do the rest tomorrow.

Cathy

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jxime-lxnnister‌:

Jaime raised an eyebrow at him. “But look who I had to deal with when I was doing that.” He said. “That was a while ago now. Maybe it wasn’t my favourite past time but I have changed when it comes to that.” He told him.

“As for Brienne, I am not going to break her heart. When I did before it was….well, you know that was complicated. Bit now I don’t have anyone making it complicated.“ Jaime told Tyrion. “So it won’t get awkward.“

“I admire your confidence,” Tyrion laughed. He reached out to pat his handsome older brother on his back. “Cersei certainly knew how to complicate everything she touched, didn’t she.”

“Come on. We should get moving - I will need to have a talk with our king to see if he is willing to offer you a position on the Small Council.”

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oathkeeperwench‌:

“Considering I woke up to an empty bed, I didn’t have time to grab Oathkeeper. I was lucky to catch him at all.” Her face showed her pain for a moment before her guard went back up again. 

“It’s all right Tyrion, it’s not your fault. Nothing you or I could have done would have made Jaime change his mind.” She sighed. “If I had locked him up or prevented him from leaving, do you honestly think he would have forgiven me?”

“And I didn’t throw my life away. Until Jaime, I had given up on the idea of being a wife and mother. My vows were easy for me to make since I have no interest in that with anyone else.”

“No,” Tyrion groaned. “Why? What of your home? Your father? He is an old man without an heir now.”

He covered his face with his hands and sobbed piteously.

“I should be in a black cell for what I’ve done!”

He held up his hands to her, wrists together. “Take me there, Ser. Now! I am Hand of the King and I command it.”

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libri-e-amore‌:

She sat up, trying to smooth down her riotous curls. The thought came to her that maybe she should cover herself somehow. But that was silly. Tyrion was walking around without a scrap of clothing on and seemed comfortable. She need not worry like that when it was just the two of them.

“A proper toast, yes,” she agreed, raising her glass and tapping it to his. A sip or two would be fine, and would sooth her throat, rough as it was from the screams of delight and passion.

“To us, my lord husband, Lord Lannister. May the coming years bring even more happiness and joy to us.”

The way he brought the cake to her lips was almost playful. As she nibbled on the sweet treat, she smiled and winked at him before lifting a slice and giving him the same opportunity. There was a sense of ease with him that she enjoyed. Nothing felt awkward now. He clearly was happy with her. And she felt joy being his bride.

“I like being your Beth. I like that very much, my Tyrion.”

She wondered if she should say more. But what could she say? She liked him immensely, and felt like they had formed a friendship. At least he seemed to feel the same way.

“I hope… that is, I mean…we will continue to share a bed at home, right? You do wish for me to continue laying with you every night? I know there are some who sleep separately, but I… I think I would like to be with you. To… be compatible whenever we wish.”

“I should like that very much.”

Tyrion looked at his new wife with something akin to wonder. His feelings for her were deeper than he had ever imagined they could be for a woman who had been foisted upon him.

His father and Jaime had unwittingly made him a rather excellent match.

“I have always thought that a strong dynasty begins with a strong marriage,” he said between feeding her bites of cake.

“Coming home to a warm bed and a pair of loving arms to hold us at night sounds like an excellent start. And when our child comes along ...”

He let his hand wander to the slight roundness of her belly.

“He will grow better in the knowledge that he is loved and wanted and that his parents care enough to spend their time together.”

“Casterly Rock is a large castle indeed by any standard. There is much work for its lady, much of which has gone un-done since my mother died. Maesters and helpers and advisors have done their best, but my father has cared little.”

“I think the Westerlands are in dire need of a woman’s touch.”

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Miniature Hiatus

Got home not feeling well at all, so have decided to take the weekend off to recover. Queue will be posting until 5pm today, but I’m aiming to start again on Monday.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend, will miss you and our threads so much! 

Cathy 

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oathkeeperwench‌:

Her eyes softened as she saw Tyrion cry. “I tried, Lord Tyrion,” she said softly. “I caught him trying to leave without a word, and I.. I pleaded with him not to go, knowing it would be a death sentence for him. He wouldn’t listen to me. He kept saying he was not a good man, and he left me sobbing in the snow.”

She swallowed as she fought her own tears. “You know me well enough by now to know that I don’t beg for things.. but I did for your brother because, yes, I was in love with him. I still love him. I just.. wasn’t enough for him.”

“You should have knocked him on his arse. Put your Valyrian steel to his throat! Chained him up in Winterfell’s dungeon ...”

Tyrion fell to his knees, sort of tripping over his own feet while jabbing his finger at her.

“And I ... I should never have released him. He could be here with us now. Drinking with us ... and you ... you wouldn’t have thrown your life away on those stupid vows, you could have been the Lady of Casterly Rock! You should have had babies ...”

“I’m so sorry,” he wailed. “I’m so sorry I cost you your babies!”

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lannisqueen‌:

It wasn’t only herself that Cersei had been thinking of.  She’d had a plan.  Jaime would be with her.  They could be happy in King’s Landing.  She knew that Rhaegar would not marry her, and she had no desire to wed the little prince (who was likely to end up wed to the Queen’s child if she was born a girl), but that didn’t mean that the years spent trying to impress Targaryen’s need go to waste.  She’d planned on having time with Jaime in KIng’s Landing.  In tasking Jaime to befriend his idol Arthur Dayne.  In getting Arthur to help Jaime to get to know Rhagear too.  They would attack from both sides until the Prince decided that Jaime and Cersei ought marry.  Tywin could not have opposed the word of the future king.  But then Cersei had been plucked from King’s Landing like a trunk and brought back to the Rock and Jaime was left to guard a madman.  

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, and thinking of Jaime left behind there made her want to weep.  Of course, she didn’t dare in front of Tyrion.  She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.  Even if the mention of the Mad King burning Jaime had brought tears to her eyes.  “Then leave me here to think only myself.” she snapped, hoping to cover the vulnerability with anger.  “And wait for ravens from our brother since you hope that the Mad King burns him.”

“That’s not what I hope,” Tyrion said, slowly, as if he were speaking to a small child or a lackwit.

“It’s the folly you’ve wrought, Cersei. Though no doubt if it comes to pass, you will convince yourself that somehow I wished Jaime’s horrible death into existence. I’ve no doubt it will be far more my fault than yours, Father’s or even the Mad King’s.”

He fell silent then, thinking. Watching his sister as she wrung her hands and paced.

“Have the two of you ever thought of running away?” he asked softly. “Wouldn’t things be so much simpler if you were to hide somewhere in the guise of peasants or over the Narrow Sea? If you love each other that much ...”

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libri-e-amore‌:

“There is wine and cakes on the table there. We can enjoy that in a moment.”

Her fingers trailed along his neck while she smiled at him. “For now, I simply want to have you here. Are you well? I… I can guess that you were pleased.”

Even though she knew little about men and about sex, she saw that he was pleased beyond measure. The way he looked at her made that clear. She blushed under his gaze, but smiled warmly at him, her husband. It was almost comical that he was formal with her again but at the same time so at ease and familiar.

She was lying in bed with her husband, naked as her nameday and unable to care about it. All she could think of was the pleasure they had shared. She never knew it could be so wonderful, so fulfilling. They made a good match, she realized.

“I must confess, my husband, that I like you calling me Beth when we are together this way. No one else has called me by that name.”

“It slipped out,” Tyrion confessed with a rueful grin. “You look like a Beth - I thought so from the moment I saw you, in fact. Beautiful Beth ...”

He gazed at her very much like a man in love. Reached out to stroke her face with tender fingers and pulled her close for a kiss.

“My Beth,” he said. “We do seem to be very ... compatible indeed.”

He walked naked to the table with the wine and cakes. Poured them a glass each and passed her to her.

“I know the maesters say wine is not good for a woman with child, but a small cup can’t hurt. We need to toast our wedding and our bedding properly, don’t you say?”

He noticed that the cake was actually slices of their wedding cake, right from the feasting table. He stacked a plate with it and brought it back to the bed too. He picked up a slice and held it up to let her nibble it from his fingers.

“To our marriage, Lady Lannister. May it be long and fruitful.”

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Two Uncles, One Father

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jxime-lxnnister‌:

Jaime heard his brother mention about how he would be suited to be Master of War. He listened as Tyrion had said that Jaime had so much more experience than anyone else had. He knew that was right. “I would like to stay alive as well.”

His brother was right about how many children run this country. He looked at him. “Well, I can’t turn down that role can I.” He said. “And I know what it would mean.” He said. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I remember your sketchy attendance record of Small Council meetings when you were Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. Not exactly your favourite pastime, was it.”

“And I was thinking of Brienne, as well. If your relationship should go wrong, or you decide to break her heart in the middle of the night again it could be quite ... awkward.”