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So, in The Sandman, Johanna Constantine says that she couldn't open Morpheus' pouch of sand....but Roderick Burgess could,right? Why is that?

word count for symbolic part 2 is already nearly 6k words and the smut has barely just begun, this one is going to be a long ride lol

Tywin Lannister makes my brain go burrrr 🥴🥵

Head of the Pride

Pairing: Tywin Lannister x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Could write something with tywin lannister. Where his younger wife is frustrated about something and she storms into his study with their baby on her hip and he just ignores her in the beginning and then is like sit down an I don't know what else... I just love daddy tywin being domineering’

Notes: yeah I named your son after tywins bro Kevan :)

Warnings: swearing i guess, Joffrey, mentions of sex, reference to arranged marriage

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“My lady, lord Tywin has requested that he be left alone-” the guard to the tower of the hand hurried after you up the winding stairs.

“I don’t care,” you said simply, hitching your young son up on your hip. He was two moons off his first name day, and had only just mastered balancing on his feet, so he wasn’t quite up to the challenge of the many stairs.

“But my lady-”

“Ser Olas, I couldn’t care less what work my husband has chosen to occupy himself with tonight. Now go back down to guard the entrance to the tower,”

“I- yes My Lady,”

It was days like this you were particularly pleased with they way your marriage turned out. Although you weren’t a Lannister by blood, you held the title of Lady YN Lannister of Casterly Rock, and on your hip sat a healthy child with the beginning waves of golden hair, making you the second most powerful woman in Kings Landing, second only to your daughter in law.

Arriving at the top of the tower, you rapped on the door to the Hand’s chambers. Tywin set his pen down and was about to snap at the interrupter to leave before he heard the unmistakable burble of his son. “Enter,” he said, his voice low and rumbling, with an edge of fatigue. You slid into the room, closing and bolting the door behind you. Tywin arched his brows up at you. Usually when you bolted the door, it ended up with you splayed out on his desk. But you held your son on your hip, so that was clearly not on your mind. “I sincerely hope you aren’t planning on leaving Kevan here. I’m-”

“Far too busy? Yes, I know. Ser Olas was very keen to tell me,” you quipped, perching on the small couch by the wall, your son sat on his lap, facing his father.

“And you neglected to listen to Ser Olas? He is rather skilled with a sword?” Tywin said, not looking up from his writing.

“Is that why you have him stationed here and not outside the bloody king’s chambers?” You snarked.

“Ah. Have you come to blows with Joffrey again? Don’t roll your eyes, it’s unbecoming,”

“I didn’t roll-”

“Yes, you did,” finally, he looked up from his work and fixed you with a hard stare. “Now, tell me what is wrong,”

You pursed your lips stubbornly, before sighing. “He took Kevan away from me. In front of everyone in the throne room,” already Tywin’s face hardened. You had been married for little over a year, and while he was not in love with you, he certainly did have some affection for you, and when it came to his heir... the Old Lion really came out of his den. “A-And he held him to his side and held that stupid sword up to h-him and said that... that... that if he couldn’t get Sansa Stark to open her legs that Kevan would have to do...” tears were now pouring down your cheeks as you held your son closer to your chest. “And he was... he was crying for me... for his mother... and when I begged for the king to give me my son so I could comfort him, he s-said that heirs don’t cry and he ought to cut his throat out to silence h-him...” you weeped openly now, kissing the top of your child’s golden head.

Tywin pushed away from the desk, striding over to you, his face hardened. “I will station my brother at the nursery door. I will speak with his nursemaids... Jaime and Tyrion will be sent daily to ensure he is safe,” you nodded, leaning into his touch as he swiped away your tears. “I will bring my sister, Genna to court... she took such good care of my children when...” he cleared his throat, and you knew he was thinking of his late wife. Standing, you reached to cup his cheek. “She will show the same affection to Kevan. And you’ll get on well with her- she’ll be a pleasant change from my daughter,” he said the last part grimly, knowing how spiteful Cersei could be when his back was turned. “You, my little lion,” he said, a little softly to his son, taking him into his own arms. “Shall be safe,” Kevan babbled happily, grasping onto Tywin’s ear. “We needn’t let your poor mother worry any more than she already does, Hmm?” He turned to you. “Go and rest. Take him with you,” he pressed a hand to the small of your back, guiding you into his chamber. He watched you undress to your chemise and clamber into his bed, shuffling his well ordered pillows and blankets the way you liked as he settled Kevan next to you. “I will be back in an hour or two,”

“Where are you going?” You whispered as Kevan nuzzled into your breast.

“To educate my grandson,”

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Little deer

Tywin Lannister x reader (Baratheon!reader)

Request: Could you possibly do a Tywin Lannister x Baratheon reader where she is the youngest sibling of Robert Baratheon?

“So what then,” you asked your brother. Hip cocking out as you folded your arms, eyes narrowing as you looked at the man who was meant to be the King.

You hadn’t really expected much when Renly told you that Robert wanted to see you. But when you walked into the private meeting room, no servants, no guards inside. That raised your suspensions. But when you saw both Stannis and Robert calmly discussing something - then you got worried.

6 months ago

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“A man like Tywin Lannister comes but only once in a thousand years.”  

George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

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Akatosh when his other children *breathe*

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A man like Tywin Lannister comes but only once in a thousand years.'

"𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤,

ℑ 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔰—

𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱,

𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴."

𝐈'𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦— 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦, 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝

「How about...a picnic?」