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Jamie Lannister, son of a bitch

I still want Cerceis demise be by Jamies hand(s). And then after he killes her, he sits on the Iron Thrones, exhausted and Jon Snow walks in.

But unlike Ned he doesn’t judge him, he goes: you saved us all.

I am very glad GRRM decided to give Theon PTSD pre Ramsay. The fact that Theon gets PTSD in the middle of the war, because he has a break is showing that GRRM has an understanding of both PTSD and that torture doesn’t make you a better person or whatever D&D were going for. Theon developed PTSD during a break in war for him, he started his nightmares about dead people which is something that can totally happen to any person that is coming out of the adrenalin rush of survival (of any sort, but in this case war). The other thing is, Theon subcotiously started to regret his actions, deciding against Robb, letting bad come to the smallfolk of Winterfell, that were in no way at fault for his hostage status and the killing of the miller’s boys, as much as he tries to tell himself that they were JUST the miller’s boys and therefore for war purposes not important. But something in him knows that this is bs, that is is wrong to kill these innocent children and all of that triggers his PTSD way before Ramsay starts torturing him. The way it’s done in GoT shows Theon showing regret and remorse after he gets tortured, wich implys that his change in character comes from said torture whereas book!Theon has this point way before. And that is way better. Being a victim does not make you stronger or a better character. Reflecting on your actions and knowing they were bad does. Torture will just screw your brain up, it will not make you a better person, it will just fuck you up. But apperrently D&D think differently- The same thing happend to Jamie aswell, just saying.

cristons the white cloak soiled me monologue would have given jamie lannister an orgasm

Nameless Fear (Jon Snow x Reader) Part 1

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚: 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙮

𝙔/𝙣 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧

"Father, what does this mean?" asked young Y/n Lannister. Her eyes were wide and full of curiosity. Lord Tywin Lannister looked over at his youngest, his calculating green eyes met her (e/c) eyes she got from her mother. Rumors were spread far and wide that Lord Lannister loved and favored his youngest out of all of his children.

"Father, what does this name mean?" Y/n asked once more, pointing her small index finger to the ink scribbled into her forearm. Tywin's eyes traveled to where his child was pointing at and his eyes widened at the name scribbled in her smooth skin. Memories of Joanna flooded his mind as he stared at the familiarity of this situation.

"Father?"

"Come here, Y/n," he commanded. Little Y/n walked across the stone floor to her father, her hair bouncing as she walked. Silence overlapped the two Lannisters, only the faint sound of crickets could be heard.

"Lend me your arm,"

Y/n did as she was told and let her father look at her arm. The pads of his fingers traced her skin, sending shivers up her spine.

"What is it?" she asked in a shy voice. Tywin met her eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "It's a soul mark." she furrowed her brows in confusion. "You don't know what a soul mark is?" questioned Tywin. Y/n nodded. "We haven't covered it yet in my lessons," she said sheepishly.

Of course! Thought Tywin. She's only 6 name-days after all.

"A soul mark is a gift that the gods give very special children, the name of your soulmate. I have one, and so does your brother Tyrion. As well as your Uncle Kevan." Y/n's little hands overlapped one another, her brows were pulled tightly together.

"But what if I don't want a soulmate father?" Tywin sighs and closes his eyes before answering his daughter. "Well, I guess if you don't want one then . . . then you'll never meet them." Y/n opened her mouth but Tywin raised a finger. "But, make no mistake Y/n, when finding your soulmate you will feel like your soul is finally complete. That empty space will be filled, and you'll do everything in your power to keep them safe."

Y/n just stared at her father, her eyes widening at his words. Her small child mind's wheels turning and thinking. "What if . . . what if my soulmate is an enemy? What if he's a . . . a highborn." Tywin's eyes danced with mirth at his child's remark. Even though she was only a child, she still thought about her family more than her own desires. A true Lady of the Rock. Unlike her sister or brothers.

"When the time comes, we'll figure it out. But until then," Tywin cupped her face with his calloused hands. "You will learn, fight, and be a Lannister. A lion. My heir." he kissed her forehead and Y/n closed her eyes, bathing in the pride she was overcome with. She was a Lannister, and Lannister's don't act like fools. They were lions. They were powerful. And she would be the lioness of Casterly Rock.

Years passed since the day Y/n discovered her soul mark, and ever since - she's covered it up. She vowed to never give her enemies a weakness. And the name on her arm was a weakness. She trained day and night, in the training yard, and in her fathers' study. Since the day she was born, she was taught how to be a Lady. The Lady of Casterly Rock, and every day she trained and did her very best. Proving to her father that she was capable of handling the Lannister Ancestral home. On her 10 and 6 name day, she received a letter from her elder brother Jamie Lannister, asking her to come to King's Landing.

"Father," said Y/n as she strutted into her fathers' study in Casterly Rock. Lord Tywin looked up at his daughter, placing his quill down. His green eyes studied her as she walked into the threshold, her head held high, her shoulder back. She walked with grace and confidence.

"Y/n," he said and gestured for her to take a seat. "Father I've received a letter from King’s Landing," she takes the rolled-up parchment out from her dress pocket and hands it to him. "It's from Jamie," Tywin takes the parchment and reads it quickly.

"He wants you to come to King's Landing," he mused. Y/n nodded her head. "Yes, he thinks it would be good for me to come to that rat's nest." Tywin laughed dryly. "Ha!"

He rolls the letter back up and places it on his desk. "Tell me Y/n," he laced his hands together. "what do you think of this?" Y/n sighs before answering. "I think it would be good for me to go. It would help me make friends and allies at court. Also, I may even help Tyrion and Tysha with their children and teach Tysha more about being a proper lady of the court." Tywin hummed. "And, this visit can help me oversee how bad of a King Robert is."

"You don't need to be there to see how bad of a King Robert is, Y/n, everyone in the seven bloody kingdoms knows. The only reason why they aren't starving is because of us, House Lannister." Tywin stood up from his desk, the chair scraping against the stone floor. He walked over to the portrait of Lady Joanna, Y/n's late mother, with his arms behind his back.

"Father?"

Tywin didn't answer, he just stared into the painted face of Joanna. After the birth of Tyrion, the Maester warned Joanna and Tywin that no more children should be born, for it might kill her. But one night, Tywin and Joanna were caught up in the passion of love that they didn't realize Tywin spent himself inside her. Because of that night, Joanna fell pregnant. For nine-months, Tywin was a wreck. He worried and tried everything in his power to help with the birth of his fourth child. But he did not have the power of the gods. Y/n was born during a blood-red dawn. Even on the cusp of death Lady Joanna held her baby girl in her arms while crying. Tywin was there with his wife and daughter, holding Joanna as she became weaker with every passing minute. For the last hour of her life, Joanna held her daughter and spoke to Tywin, telling him that she loved him, and their children.

After her death, Tywin gave his daughter a name; Y/n of House Lannister. The name came from a great Lannister warrior, Y/n "Red Lion" Lannister. Unlike all the other Lannister, Y/n "Red Lion" Lannister was not just a Lady of the Rock, she was one of the greatest female warriors of Westeros. Her deeds and bravery rivaled Visenya Targaryen. Though she did not ride a dragon, like Visenya, she did ride a Lion. The Lannister Warrior named her lion Leo. And Leo was the warrior's most trusted companion, she raised the lion since he was a cub, and she became like Leo's mother.

Y/n loved her namesake's story, and she too hoped to become like her. When she first heard the story of her namesake from her father, Y/n begged Tywin to get her a lion. It took time but on her 5th name day, she woke up to her father presenting her with an iron key. The key belonged to a cage where a small lion cub sat. Y/n squealed and thanked her father, jumping around and laughing at the sight of the lion.

Everyday Y/n would take her lion cub and train him, fed him, and walked him like a dog. She named her lion Ty, after her father. Ty grew up very fast and soon became Y/n's protector. He never did leave her side, only when he was commanded to by his mother. Ty was tame, but if anyone threatened his mother, the last thing they would see would be a lion roaring and bashing his teeth before going in for the kill.

"You will go to King's Landing Y/n," Tywin turns his head. "and you will observe Robert," Y/n furrowed her brows. "If I may ask father, why?" He smirked. "Because it's been too long for that fat excuse of King has been unsupervised."

Y/n chuckled. "You speak of him as if he's a child,"

"Which he is,"

She smirked at her father. "I have no doubt Father, but why me?"

"Because you and Kevan are the only ones I trust, at the moment." He walks over to Y/n and stops in front of her. "Your siblings have failed me - have failed our House. You, my daughter, are the savior of our House. You shall restore our family name. You will be the Heir to the Rock."

"But I thought Jamie -"

"Jamie will never give up that gold cloak. He would rather serve than become Warden of the West. And Tyrion, he's a dwarf, a drunk, and I'm not even sure if he's my son." Y/n nodded her head. She knew, of course, her fathers' doubts of Tyrion being his son.

"And I shall never give the seat of Warden to your sister's children, Tommen is too young, and Joffrey . . ." he trailed off. Joffrey was sadistic. He loved seeing people in pain, bleeding, and loved to hear their screams. He wasn't fit to be King of the Seven Kingdoms. But he was Heir. And Tommen was a spare.

"The Rock falls to you, Y/n, and I have trained you for this spot, for you to be Wardrenss since you were pushed out from your mother's womb," Tywin said. He placed his hands on Y/n's face, looking into her eyes, Joanna's eyes.

"Make me proud, Y/n. Make our House proud."

Y/n looked up at her father. She was only 16, but she was ready. Ready to prove herself. She was ready to be a Lannister.

"I will Father. I promise. I will make our family, my mother, proud."

And for the first time in a very long time, Lord Tywin Lannister smiled.

"Into the rat's nest we go," muttered Y/n as she got off her white mare. Her red cloak flowed behind her as she walked, her feet moved with purpose and didn't falter. Her shoulders were back and her head held high as she walked over to her family. Cersei, Jamie, Tyrion, and her niece and nephews.

Jamie embraced her first, hugging her tight. "Welcome, sister," he said in her ear. Y/n hugged him back before letting go and greeting her other older brother; Tyrion.

"Hello, Tyrion,"

"Ahh, hello little sister, I hope the ride to Kings Landing wasn't troubled."

Y/n smiled at her brother before leaning down to hug him and kiss him on the cheek. Tyrion and Jamie loved her more than Cersei, the brothers protected Y/n from a very young age. When Y/n was just a girl of seven, Jamie chased away a boy who tried to kiss her - even though Y/n had already slapped the boy and kicked him in his groin - while Tyrion comforted her and lectured the boy before their father could attack him with an open sword.

"Y/n, how do you fair?" questioned Queen Cersei after Y/n released Tyrion and stood up. Y/n met her sister's narrowed green eyes. The Queen was beautiful but old. With Y/n standing in front of her, any onlooker could see how much fairer the young Lannister was.

"I am fine, sweet sister." Y/n turned her gaze towards her eldest nephew Joffrey. His arms were crossed and there was a bored expression on his pouty face. His blonde curls framed his face and created a golden curtain around his Lannister features.

"Hello, Joffrey,"

"Aunt Y/n," A cruel smile appeared on Joffery's face that made Y/n shiver. "I'm so glad that you've come all this way to King's Landing,"

Y/n was about to reply when seven-year-old Tommen squealed in delight at the sight of a large caravan flying House Lannister flags. Y/n's guard's surrounded the caravan, protecting her sweet lion.

"Ahh, Ty's here." Joffery watched as his Aunt's guards stopped and started shouting orders. A man with short copper hair and silver armor with a flaming tree etched on his breast-plate was the one shouting commands to the other guards. This man had bronze color eyes and stood proud as if he was born to lead. This was Ser Addam Marbrands little brother, Eric Marbrand, commander of Y/n Lannsister's guards.

Joffery could hear scratching and something growling from inside the caravan, while Tommen watched in awe. Myrcella clutched onto her mother's arm, fearing the creature that made such noise.

Eric walked over to his Lady and bowed curtly at the royal family before addressing Y/n. "My Lady," Y/n smiled at Eric. "Thank you, Eric, for seeing to my beloved lion's safety," She gave him a small peck on his cheek before walking over to the now open caravan. A blush coated Eric's face before he composed himself and followed after his lady, a hand on the hilt of his sword. He would be damned if anything happened to Y/n, he would die for her, but until then, he shall follow her and protect her.

A large yellow paw was the first thing Tommen saw before he squealed louder, making Joffery scoff and complain about how un-princely his little brother sounded. Although Joffery was too impressed and excited to see his rumored Aunt's "baby".

"Ty!" Y/n said and the blonde lion walked out of the comfy caravan towards his mother. Ty rubbed his face on Y/n's dress while she laughed and smiled at her lion. The big lion purred as Y/n rubbed behind his ear, turning the big furious lion into a house cat.

Tommen tried to walk up to his Aunt but his mother grabbed his arm and stopped him. The seven-year-old prince glared at his mother but Cersei didn't even pay attention, she was too busy glaring at her younger sister.

"Why did you bring this beast?! This thing could kill one of my children!" she scowled. Y/n just sighed and looked up from her lion to her big sister. "Ty would never hurt a child, Cersei, he's trained. And he only attacks unless I command him to."

"Mama, I want to go pet him!" said Tommen. Y/n smiled indulgently at her youngest nephew. "Tommen," started Cersei before Tyrion interrupted her and walked over to his young sister. He waddled over to the lion and he put out his hand for Ty to sniff. "Well, I must say, sister, this is a surprise," he said. "Father let you take this . . ." he trailed off as Ty licked his hand.

"Yes Tyrion, father knows that wherever I go, Ty comes along. Besides, father likes knowing that I have a fierce lion protecting me when he cannot." Y/n giggled as Ty started licking Tyrion's face making the dwarf laugh nervously.

"Tyrion, where's Tysha?" Y/n asks, her eyes looking around the courtyard. "Ah, I see you haven't heard, Tysha is resting. She's just given birth to a girl. Thomas and Janus are with their baby sister as we speak," The young lion smiled at her brother. "Congratulations, brother dear." Tysha and Tyrion have been trying to have a baby girl for a while now and it seems like the gods have blessed them.

When Tyrion was 16 and Y/n 8, he met Tysha near Casterly Rock. She was being chased and almost raped by bandit's and Jamie chased them away while Tyrion comforted the girl with black hair and blue eyes. She was lowborn but Tyrion didn't care about that. Tyrion was born with the name "Tysha" on his wrist, and when they first touched they felt a spark. Tyrion fed her, drank with her, and talked. They fell in love and made love that night. Afterward, she sang him a song and kissed, they were so in love that Tyrion married her without their father's permission. They found a drunken Septon and got married with only pigs to witness their union. They lived in a cottage by the sunset sea where they made love, kissed, and sang. But when Septon sobered up, he told Tywin of his dwarfs' son's marriage. Tywin was enraged that day and only young 8-year-old Y/n could stop her father from doing what he intended to do. She convinced him that if he went through with his plan she would kill herself. She wouldn't stand by and live knowing that her father split up two soulmates. Tywin cried that night and hugged his last living memory of Joanna and promised to never split Tyrion and Tysha up.

The next day he and Y/n went down to Tyrion's and Tysha's cottage and took them to the Rock where Septa's and Y/n taught Tysha how to be a proper lady. That was Tywin's condition, if Tyrion wanted to live in the Rock with his wife, she would become a proper lady. Turns out that Tywin greatly enjoyed Tysha's presence and she soon became part of the Lannister Family, though she and Tyrion would never inherit the Rock. Cersei hated Tysha but then again, she hated almost everyone that wasn't her or was a threat.

"I'm glad, brother, you and Tysha deserve all the happiness in the world." Y/n said before looking at her sister. "If you don't mind sister, brothers, I'm very tired. Would you please show me to my room?" Cersei nodded. "Jamie, show our little sister where she'll be sleeping." Cersei turned and headed back inside the Red Keep with her children trailing behind her with a few Lannister guards shadowing her movements.

"Come, sister," said Jamie sweetly before leading her through the Red Keep.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚

Prologue:

Tywin Lannister hated his dwarf son. Despised him. Every time his calculating green eyes landed on his twisted half-man son, it reminded him of what he lost. His precious wife, gone, to give life to the creature before him. He took her life, and here he is, breathing, instead of cold and lifeless. The gods had cursed him from the moment Joanna found out she was with child again. The moment seed had given her a child. After the birth of the twins, Master Creylen advised Tywin and Joanna not to have another child. Which was fine, because he got what he wanted. An heir, and a daughter to marry off to Aerys’s son, Rheagar. A Lannister, his daughter, would sit on the throne as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. He had everything he wanted, his perfect children, his loving wife, his long-time friend, and King, and the Relm was prospering. Until it wasn’t.

He lost everything in a day and was left with a creature he wasn’t sure that came from his loins. A hideous son, whom no one wanted to marry, who was Lord Tywin’s bane. His second son, Tyrion Lannister.

The old lion narrowed his gaze at his son, who was speaking in hushed tones with his younger brother, Gerion Lannister, ignoring his sister’s continuous babble. Tywin watched as Tyrion laughed and made jests with Gerion, smiling as if he’d done nothing wrong. His half-man son waddled along, enjoying his time with his uncle as they walked through Joanna’s garden. Tywin’s fists clenched together, his forehead crinkled as his brows furrowed together as he watched with displeasure. Sixteen years it’s been. Sixteen years since Tywin Lannister ever cracked a smile.

“Tywin? Brother?” A hand rested on his leather-clad shoulder, drawing his attention away from his son and brother. Genna stood next to him, her golden hair piled in an intricate design with pearls dangling in locks. Her face was all made up with various powders and a lip stain. Her dress was Lannister red, and around her neck sat a golden lion head nestled between her breasts. Genna reminded Tywin of their mother, Jeyne. She shared their mother’s shade of green eyes and mother’s shapely figure. She was beautiful and cunning. She was a Lannister. Yet she was married to a pathetic Frey.

“Tywin, did you hear me?” she asked, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. Tywin simply stared at her, wondering what he’d missed. “Of course you didn’t,” she chuckled before sighing. “I said, dear brother, I think we should hold a ball.” A smile spread across her face. While the Old Lion simply raised a brow at her statement. “A ball,” he repeated. Genna nodded her head. “Why would we need to throw a ball?” His voice rumbled in his chest, and if Genna wasn’t his sister, he would’ve growled.

“For Tyrion, of course. He’s sixteen. It’s time to find him a suitable wife and future Lady of Casterly Rock.” Tywin narrowed his eyes, irritatedly. “Do you not think I’ve tried to find him a wife? Lord Tully denied my proposal, as did Lord Royce and Lord Hightower, and I just received Ser Colin Florent’s raven.” Tywin picked up the letter lying on his desk. “‘I regret to inform you my Lord Lannister, my daughter Delena has been promised to marry Ser Hosman Norcross,’ Even the oaf Florent won’t marry his whore of a daughter to Tyrion.” He threw the letter onto the desk and sat down, leaning forward and lacing his hands together as he raises a brow at Genna. “So, you still believe someone will marry him?” Genna sighed and shook her head at her older brother. “Tyrion is capable of finding a wife. We simply need to introduce him to eligible ladies.”

“So we’ll prance him around as if he was my daughter? Shall I have a tailor make him a gown as well?” Sarcasm dripped in his voice, and Genna glared at her brother. “Tyrion is your son —”

“No, he is not!!” Tywin slammed his fist down against the desk. He glared at Genna, fury swimming in his green eyes, his lip curling in a snarl. Genna glared back at him, challenging his stare. This was the same argument they’ve had over the last thirteen years, and every time Tywin’s fury matched a starving lion. His fangs were out, snarling, and his claws were ready to tear through her body. The first time they argued about Tyrion, Tywin stopped talking to Genna for an entire year. It was a miserable year for Genna. Losing her brother temporary was the worst feeling in the world.

“Tywin.” she reached her hand over the desk to place it on his fist, but he jerked away. “Don’t you wish to make an alliance to benefit House Lannister?” He stood up and stomped off to Joanna’s portrait. He stood in front of the painted version of his wife, staring at her beautiful green eyes and rich golden hair that shone in the sun. “Jamie is sworn to the damned Kingsguard. Cersei is Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Who else can make a proper marriage alliance for House Lannister?” Tywin shook his head and clenched his fists at his side. “Tyrion is the only answer. He is the only one who can help our House.”

Genna’s voice became soft somewhere in the middle of her persuasion, and she knew she had her big brothers when Tywin let out a sound of frustration before turning and running a hand down his face.

“So be it.” The smile that left Genna could only resemble a lioness who was ready to kill her next meal.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚

Chapter Four:

Casterly Rock was bustling with life. Servants rushed up and down the corridors, carrying banners, decorations, cleaning supplies. The Rock’s maids cleaned the guest rooms in the guest quarters of the castle, washing sheets and linen. In the kitchen was Genna Lannister, speaking in hushed tones with the head cook.

“My lady, I do not think we’ll be able to prepare all this food in such a short time.” The cook was a plump older woman with greying strands of hair mixed with her chestnut locks. Her eyes were slender and small, and she stood tall with her arms crossed over her stomach.

“Oh, I believe you will. Besides, you have all the ingredients you need to prepare the feast for the ball,” said Genna, a smile gracing her face as she stared at the cook with her green eyes. “Aye, my lady, we do. But I’m not worried about that, your ladyship. I’m more worried that we won’t have enough food to feed the guests after the ball, that is.”

Genna shook her head. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out Marcey, you are brilliant.” The way Genna Lannister complimented was strange indeed. The blonde Lannister made it sound as if she was patronizing you instead of giving you a compliment. Marcey shook her head and waved her hand. “Fine! But don’t complain to me when you lot are starving!” she muttered curses as she approached a few kitchen wenches, ordering them to gather up bowls and the necessary ingredients for the feast.

While Genna prepared Tyrion’s ball, Tyrion was in one of the hells of his own.

His blasted aunt decided it would be appropriate if he received some new garments for his name-day ball, so here he was. Standing on the tailor’s stool, letting the older gentleman measure his small stunted body as he lifted his arms up, waiting impatiently for this to be over.

He wanted to go down to the library and accompany the Maester of his home. He wanted to exchange ideas and knowledge about certain subjects he was interested in.

But alas, he was stuck here.

The young lion sighed and gave the short old man a glare as he measured his neck. The man smelled of sweat, sandalwood, and thread. His cerulean blue eyes were narrowed in concentration as he muttered about, writing the measurements down on his piece of parchment.

“My Lord, what textiles and color shall your new garments be?” Tyrion stepped off the stool and shrugged his shoulders. “I do not care about the textiles or color. I have no knowledge in that field of colors and textiles as you and my aunt have,” The man’s cheeks flushed, and he nodded his head saying a quiet “Of course, My Lord,” as he cleaned his station.

Tyrion waddled over to the window by his bed and looked out. The Sunset Sea was roaring and its waves crashed against the rocks and sands of the beach. The smell of salt and sea overwhelmed the young lion’s senses. His desire to feel the sand between his toes and hands grew more and more than he stared at the roaring waves. He wished he could sail with his beloved uncle, see the world for what it was. Explore Essos and stay in Mereen and experience the foreign land in its authentic form.

But as he stared into the deep blue waters, he felt his dreams and wishes fall through his fingers as sand did. He imagined himself trying to catch it and hold it close to his heart. His eyes grew in size as he thought about his forgotten and unattainable life. He would never be like his uncle. He would always be what he was, a dwarf who was lucky to bear the surname Lannister.

Tyrion shook his head, ridding the thoughts that swarmed in his mind. He sighed and ran a hand down his face in exasperation before he stopped mopping about. He grabbed a tome he borrowed from Maester Creylen and made his way out of his room.

Tyrion trekked down to The Stone Gardens where a twisted weirwood laid its roots. Though Tyrion was born in the light of the Seven and went to Mass and participated in the ritual costumes of the Seven, he was not religious in any way. He was like his father in that way. His Aunt Dorna, however, was a woman of strong faith. She participated in everything, prayed for everyone, and lit candles. So sitting in the godswood of the old gods of the North did nothing except influence his curiosity and fascination of being in the presence of the carved face tree.

He sat beneath the low branches at the base of the tree. He opened his tome, and began to read. He read for hours, letting the sun become low in the sky, while he hid away from the rest of the world. For the little lion held no interest in leaving his quiet place. Somewhere in the middle of his reading, he closed his eyes for a moment, but when he opened them, it was dark in the godswood. Only the dim light of the candles shone and provided him light. He stretched and yawned, waking his body up. He winced at the cramp he received from sitting on the ground for too long and stood up shakily. Slowly, getting used to using his legs, he stumbled a bit, before he found his footing and set off to his room.

He was passing The Hall of Heroes when he was assaulted by a hand clasped on his shoulder. He turned around, his mouth opening in protest, but closed when he saw who it was. His big brother, Jamie Lannister.

“Jamie!!” A smile spread across Tyrion’s face as he stared at his older brother. Jamie’s hair had grown since he last saw him. The last time Tyrion visited Jamie was when Cersei married Robert Baratheon. The dreadful affair was tiresome and Tyrion did not find the trip enjoyable.

“Little brother,” said Jamie affectionately, a smile gracing his handsome face. “Why are you here?” Tyrion asked, confusion laced in his words. Jamie laughed and shook his head. “Did you think I’d miss out on my favorite brother’s name day ball?” Tyrion pouted and gave him a pointed stare. “Oh chin up, Tyrion.”

Tyrion shook his head and together the brothers walked to the Lion’s Keep, where all the Lannister’s rooms and family were kept.

“How was your journey here?” Tyrion asked, tilting his head. Jamie sighed. “Wonderful, though I am tired. Shall we continue this conversation of how fair my journey was in the morning?” Jamie was exhausted, his soft green eyes were drowsy with sleep and he fought to keep his eyelids open.

“Of course, brother,” Jamie gave Tyrion a thankful smile. “Does father know you’re here?” the taller blonde shook his head. “I’m afraid not. I did not tell him in order to surprise everyone.”

“Aunt Genna will not be pleased,” teased Tyrion. Both brothers knew how angry their Aunt could get if people or things happened unannounced, that she did not have time to prepare. She was like a roaring lioness, angry that her kill got away.

“Yes, well, I bet once she’s done with her tongue lashing she’ll be overjoyed to see her dashing nephew,” said Jamie, flashing his smile in Tyrion’s direction. Tyrion snorted before nodding in agreement.

The brother’s stopped at Jamie’s old quarters. Tyrion bid his older brother a good night before heading off to his own room a couple of doors down, passing Cersei’s old room.

Once dressed and ready for bed, Tyrion blew out the candles in his room before climbing into bed, letting the moon’s light shine into his opened window, bathing him in its light. Tyrion stared at the dark, cold, ceiling. His thoughts were arrayed as he tried to prepare himself for the horror and torment that was soon to come before his eyes betrayed him and gave way to the consuming darkness of sleep.

I hope Sansa and Jamie bang and I wish Jon can hear it, or better yet, catch them and Sansa will just look at Jon and go “Go serve your Queen, I’m good here. Very good.” 

Season 8; Episode 1

Sansa: OMG welcome, welcome! Tyrion, brienne, pod, sandor?! Oh, Ser Jaime! Ser Bro-

Jon: Sans-

Sansa: DOGS SLEEP OUTSIDE

Tonight’s Episode summary

Imagine killing the two best actors in the damn show via ceiling wow what impeccable writing

The worst isn’t done. The worst is just beginning, and there are no happy endings.

@imacreepygirl asked: a feast for crows or a dance with dragons?

At a surface level, Jon and Jaime certainly share a number of parallels. Young commanders, great fighters, threatening babies. All of these are superficial compared to how they navigate their arcs.

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Sweet After -Jaime and Brienne

Jaime looked over at the pillow next to him.  She was still sleeping.  He looked at her breathing quietly, wondering how he had ended up here, with her.

Brienne opened her eyes. It took a few moments for her to focus on him.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because i wanted you" he replied.  A slow smile spread across her lips.

"It is nice to be wanted" she said.  She studied him intently for a moment.  Used her hand to push some hair away from his face, and caressed his cheek.

"Jaime, I love you."  Before he had a chance to process what she just declared she continued.

"I know you don't feel the same way about me, but I wanted you to know. I loved someone else once, and never told him.  I regretted that."  Renly he thought, she's talking about Renly.

How did he feel about her?  He didn't know.  He had only ever been in love with Cersei.  He never thought that love with anyone else was even a possibility.  That was before Brienne came unexpectedly into his life.

"I care about you deeply. Wait, that isn't the right way to say it. I can't describe how I feel.  All, I know is that when we are apart I think about you.  I wonder where you are, what you are doing, if you are alright, if you need help"

"You worry about me?"

"Yes, i worry about you."  That brought a bigger smile to her lips.

"You are not supposed to be happy about that woman.  Driving a man to distraction."

"Well, it's nice to know that wherever I go someone, somewhere cares about me."  She sighed.

"I wish we didn't have to leave this bed"

"As my lady wishes."  She laughed as he rolled over on top of her, and started to kiss her

A03

Losing It.  Jaime and Brienne

Podrick was tending the fire.  They had ridden as hard, and as long, as they dared.  The horses were exhausted and so were they.  He hoped that no one was following them, that the Brotherhood without Banners would feel that pursuing them was not a priority.

Jaime realized that Brienne had been gone a long time.  When they stopped to make camp she had gone off by herself.  He thought she just needed a moment of privacy, but she had yet to return,  He decided to look for her.

Jaime found her a short distance from the camp.  Her back was against a tree, facing the river.  Just the faintest glow from the fire reached this spot.  She was all shadow and shape.  Her arms were wrapped around her legs, and her head was bowed over her arms.  It looked like she was crying, but that couldn't be right.  Brienne didn't cry.

He sat down beside her, and touched her shoulder.  She looked at him for a moment, with a face ravaged by tears.  Then she looked away and wiped the tears from her face.

"Brienne ..." He said, but left the thought unfinished because he didn't know what to say.

"She saved my life once, you know."  She was talking about Lady Catelyn.

"No I didn't know"

"When Renly died do you think anyone wished to hear about a demon shadow. I cut down two of his guards without thinking, but Renly was on the ground bleeding out.  I was lost.  It was Lady Catelyn that brought me to my senses. She made me a part of her travelling party, and snuck me out of the camp in the middle of the night.  If it wasn't for her I would probably be a prisoner. or dead.  And now I've... "  Her voice trembled and caught as her eyes filled with tears once more.

"Brienne, listen to me.  That woman, Lady Stoneheart, she wasn't Lady Catelyn.  She may have had her body, but it wasn't truly her.  Lady Catelyn would have never harmed you.  She would have never asked you to do anything dishonorable.  You have to know that."

"Oh Jaime, I don't know anything."  She sighed.  "When I made that vow it seemed quite simple. I had no idea how much it would cost me.  I have killed more men than I like to think about.  Multiple men have tried to rape me.  I was thrown into a bear pit.  Biter tried to eat me alive.  I almost perished from fever, and they hung me from a tree to die."

"Why did they try to hang you?  You had done nothing to deserve that"  She gave a short bark of laughter.

"Because I lay with lions.  Or one lion in particular"  She said looking at him.

"Me?" She nodded.  "Shit, they were going to hang you because you associated with me?" 

"Yes. it now seems that I am universally known as the Kingslayer's whore." Jaime cringed.  He knew how much she would hate that.

They sat there quietly for a few moments.  Jaime thinking about all she had said.  Then Brienne got up, undid her sword belt, and handed him Oathkeeper.

"What are you doing?"

"I am giving it back to you"

"It was a gift"

"A gift you gave me to fulfill a vow.  I no longer believe I can fulfill that vow.  You once said that it wasn't possible to uphold every oath.  I didn't want to believe you, but now I see that you were right."  

Jaime felt something shift uncomfortably in his chest.

"Brienne, please don't say that.  You are the one person in this life that gives me hope"

"I am sorry Jaime.  I failed you, and I failed myself."

"You didn't fail me.  You could never fail me.  You are the one person that I know is truly good and selfless."

"Jaime your a fool, and so am I." And, she walked away. 

A03

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The Return - Jaime and Brienne

Note:Since it looks like the will be no LSH on the show I thought that this maybe an alternative way for Jamie to get to Brienne A03

Jaime was pacing the Kingsgaurd room.  He was thinking of his confrontation with Cersei.  He could see that there was an uncrossable rift between them. He didn't know what to think, what to feel, what to do with himself.

There was a knock on the door. Ser Loras entered.

“I am sorry to disturb you Lord Commander, but there is a young man most insistent on speaking with you”

“Who is it?”

“His name is Podrick Payne.”  It took him a moment to place the name.  Then he remembered he was Brienne’s squire.

“Send him in”

Podrick Payne entered.  He looked pale and frightened, but what turned Jaime’s stomach was he had Oathkeeper in his hands.

“Podrick, where is Lady Brienne?”

“They are holding her hostage, Ser”

“Who is? Where? When did this happen?” Jaime demanded.  Podrick looked like he was about to cry.

“He looks scared to death” said Ser Loras.  Jaime hadn't even realized he was still in the room.

“Boy, why don’t you sit down and start at the beginning” Loras reassured him. Podrick sat down and placed Oathkeeper on the table.  Jaime tried not to look at the sword, and concentrate on the young man before him.

“About two, maybe three weeks ago m’lady and I stopped at an inn in the riverlands.  The inn was run by children and young people who’s parents had died during the war.”  Jaime wished he could hurry him along, to get to the most pertinent information.

“I don’t know all that happened next, because I was inside the inn and m’lady was out in the yard.  From what I could gather, some brigands attacked, and m’lady tried to defend the inn” Gods, that did sound like something she would have been foolish enough to do, thought Jamie.

“She fought off one attacker and killed him, but another knocked her on the ground.  He probably would have killed her if the inn’s smith hadn't used his hammer to smash the man’s head in.  That is where I found her, bleeding and passed out in the yard.  That is also when they showed up.”

“Who?” asked Jaime

“The Brotherhood without Banners.” Shit, thought Jaime.

“They captured us, and took us to their hideout”

“Where?”

“A cave.  I don’t know where.  They covered my eyed so I wouldn't know it’s location.”

“You said this was almost three weeks ago?” Podrick nodded.  “Why are they sending you now?  Why not sooner?”

“Because m’lady was ill with fever.  For a time I was afraid she would not live.” Jaime felt a pain in his chest.  “But she pulled through.  Then they put us on trial for being enemies of the realm.”

“You said she tried to save the children at the inn.  How could she be an enemy of the realm?”

“Because she serves the Lannisters”

“But she doesn't”

“She has a lion sword, and ...” Podrick hesitated for a moment “They called her the Kingslayer’s whore.”  Jaime cringed.

“She tried to tell them about finding Lady Sansa, but they didn't believe her. They wanted her to bring them your head to prove she wasn't serving Lannisters.  She refused.  Then they hanged us”  Podrick turned down his collar, showing the bruising that circled his neck.  Gods, Brienne, thought Jaime, what did I send you into.

“I don’t know what she said, but she stopped them from killing us.  Then she promised that she would help them in anyway they needed.  They argued for a time, but they decided to send me here, to you.  Two men escorted me to the edge of King’s Landing.  They said that if I don’t return in four days time, with you and 1000 golden dragons, they will send word to the Brotherhood and Lady Brienne will be killed.”

“Alright, I will start making the arrangements immediately”  Jaime turned as if he meant to leave.

“Ser” called Podrick “You are not to come back with me.”  Jaime turned to Podrick.

“I don’t understand”

“Before I left, m’lady old me that I am not to bring you to the Brotherhood.  She says it’s a trap.  That they will kill you if they get their hands on you.  She said the most important thing was getting me to safety.  I think she means to die in order to safe me.”  Podrick started to cry in earnest. 

Dammit, thought Jamie, why did she have to be so self sacrificing.  The fool woman.

“Podrick, listen to me, I am not going to let Lady Brienne die.  Do you hear me?”  Jaime turned to Ser Loras.  “Ser, I may need your help.”

Loras nodded. 

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