dad!Lyonel / husband!Lyonel
warnings: none, family fluff stuff, some suggestive talk (i guess?)
pairings: Lyonel Baratheon/Reader
wc: ~ 900
a/n: the number of children is unspecified, tho as reading you can think of ~5/6 (🙈🙉🙊)
⋆˚࿔ dad!Lyonel/husband!Lyonel who is all “she may be your mother but she is my wife first. You will have to deal with me now..” whenever children decide to not listen to you
⋆˚࿔ dad!Lyonel/husband!Lyonel who sits in the solar fighting with letters and petitions, cursing under his nose until the closing of the door and quiet voice distracts him.
“Father, I fucked up,” it takes everything in him not to snort at the confession.
“First of all, language. Secondly, what happened?” he asks putting the child on his lap.
“I told mother I like you better,” he waits in silence for following explanation, “That you’re more fun and don’t put me in timeout.”
“Young lady, you perfectly know I always back your mother so if she says you need a timeout, it means I also say that. So you will go and sit through your consequences then you are going to apologise to your mother, and I’ll check on her.”
And he sets the offspring free to search for you, hidden in your shared bedroom looking miserable. You didn’t move as you heard him approaching, just sniffled one more time as the mattress dipped under Lyonel as he sat next to you.
“Are you alright?” he inquiries and swipes the remaining tears from your cheeks away.
“Can I sometimes hate my children?” your head takes its place on his shoulder as you look for comfort in his embrace. He just hums in silent agreement, “You know it’s all your fault really? I’m no fun and cry at any given opportunity because of this.”
You point at your pregnant belly, carrying one more Baratheon to disappoint. Loud chuckle rumbles through your husband’s chest as he kisses crown of your head.
“I can take the blame for that but I am always your knight in a shiny armour first.”
⋆˚࿔ dad!Lyonel who is a type of a father that storms into the nursery and goes, “I need a volunteer.”
“What have you done?” the children are not even surprised by his sudden entrance.
“I’ll pay,” distant angry noises coming closer, “a stag”
“a dragon and I’ll consider, father.”
“Fine. You’re a good daughter. My love, I have her!” and storms out
⋆˚࿔ dad!Lyonel who knows that you forbade children from eating any extra sweets before night, but still creeps in the kitchen’s pantry in the dead hour to snack on some lemon cakes with two of your oldest children. Hushing each other on the way back, just to find you waiting in the doorway
⋆˚࿔ dad!Lyonel/husband!Lyonel, whose play time with children would often end up with him hidden in your wardrobe, for you to bump into him occasionally.
“Remind me, why there is a pack of wild children running around the castle searching for you?” you ask and sit next to him, sliding in between the dresses.
“Because every two or so years you ask me for one more. And who am I to deny anything to my sweet wife?” he gives you a wink, “Besides we play hide and seek.”
“Fair enough. You want some?” you hand him a piece of blueberry pie.
“Didn’t you say no sweets before dining?” he teased.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” you shrug and eat the cake with wide grin, hearing a thunder of feet approaching.
⋆˚࿔ dad!Lyonel who you would find in the nursery, heavily asleep with your youngest toddler on top of him, secured by his hand. two other children also snoring in the close proximity, between evident after-battle disarray of pillows, wooden swords and other toys
⋆˚࿔ dad!Lyonel who is a world-class toddler-tossing champion since forever. The moment this man is sure the head won’t fall off the child, it’s over. Throwing left and right, up and down into pillows, the louder the cheerful babbling the higher the babe goes, echoed by Lyonel’s booming laughter.
You on the other hand, for your own sanity you decided not to watch after that one time when the child was literally launched into air and he almost failed to catch it. If the look could kill you’d be a widow and babe would be sitting with joyful tears on its incinerated remains of your spouse.
Later you would scold him, “do you know how long it takes to produce a baby?! You’re not wasting my work!!”
⋆˚࿔ dad!Lyonel who, when given time, would carve small figures for children to play with. Mostly various animals or beasts from legends, to the extent your children end up with a literal zoo in their nursery
⋆˚࿔ dad!Lyonel who would set up a tent pavilion just because his daughters wanted to sit in a meadow the whole day and make flower crowns, and because he would rather die than any of them would get uncomfortable
⋆˚࿔ dad!Lyonel who likes spending time on said days laying on the grass or pillows, listening to childish chatter, accepting all flowery ornaments they produced, adorning himself with them to the point that he resembles more of a maypole rather a lord paramour, when the whole pack returns to the storm’s end
⋆˚࿔ dad!Lyonel who prefers to check on the children at night himself, especially when they are ill. sits with them, reads books or tells stories to boost morale; makes sure they took medication and the temperature is slowly lowering. he would stay vigilant to any sign of distress or discomfort, doing his best to ease the pain. though acting all cheerful and fun, he’s deeply concerned and terrified something worse will follow if only he closes his eyes
a/n 2: part 2 somewhat on the way? also if anyone wants to babble about family guy Lyonel pls do 🩷
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