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Stubborn
Pairing: Tywin Lannister x reader
Requested by: anon
Prompts: ‘Where do you think you’re going’ and ‘Despite what you think I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself’ from prompt list #1
Summary: your pregnancy is taking its toll...
Warnings: pregnancy hormones
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To say you were sick of being pregnant was an understatement. As you entered your eighth month of pregnancy, you couldn’t escape the stifling watch of your husband, whether it was his own steely gaze or that of the servants who would scurry back to him if you dared lift anything even remotely heavy. Your bump was no longer a bump; it was a veritable mountain which you still struggled to manoeuvre sometimes. The Maester visited you twice daily, and if you crossed paths, he coerced you into an additional check up. His herbs and potions were getting increasingly disgusting, and even the thought of milk of the poppy- or milk in general- made you nauseous.
“My lady, are you sure you want the corset?” You looked at one of the maids helping you dress and nodded.
“Yes, but not that one,” you said gently. “I’ve had a larger one made with special ties. It won’t lace as tightly, but it’s better than nothing,” with a lot of faffing, you and your maids managed to get you dressed in a loose fitting linen gown and flat shoes. Dismissing your maids, you left your chamber and set off to the Tower of the Hand.
Although you hated to admit it, climbing the tower was a mistake, and only a quarter of the way up, you were panting and your ankles were aching. Forcing yourself up the winding stairs, you clutched at the wall, your entire world spinning. Giving up, you slid down the wall to settle on the cool stone steps, pushing hair from your sweaty forehead, laying a hand across your swollen belly. It seemed your babe had decided now would be a perfect time to practice their dancing. Groaning lowly, you tipped your head back, leaning back on your elbows.
The door to the tower slammed shut and you heard even footsteps making their way up. Sighing, you braced yourself for the upcoming lecture from Tywin.
“YN? What on earth are you doing?” His voice was harsh and stern, but as you looked up at him, you saw care and tenderness flickering through his eyes.
“Thought I’d pay you a visit,” you said weakly, a half-smile gracing your lips as Tywin knelt before you. “But clearly... my efforts would’ve been wasted,”
Sighing, Tywin caressed your cheek briefly, before kissing your forehead. “Wait there,” he commanded and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m not exactly going to go anywhere,” you called after him as he hurried back down the stairs. He soon returned, and began helping you to your feet. “You’ve called for the maester, haven’t you?” You teased, leaning into him as he helped you slowly up the stairs to the Hand’s chambers.
“Yes, of course I have. You looked like death on those stairs. I will not have you endangering yourself or the child doing stupid things like attempting to climb this tower alone,” his voice softened and he squeezed your thickened waist slightly. “I’ve sent my squire to fetch you something to eat as well. You must keep your strength up,”
“Despite what you think, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” you said. Tywin huffed and rolled his eyes.
“Have you had anything to eat at all today?” He questioned, brow arched.
“No, I was going to break my fast with you once I got up those bloody stairs- ah!” You let out a sharp grunt.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” Tywin said hurriedly, pulling you up the last few steps and into his presence chamber.
“Nothing,” you gritted. “Your bloody child- ah- is doing somersaults in my belly,” you were silent for a moment, face scrunched in discomfort until your baby settled down. Sighing, you pulled away from Tywin and began walking into the sleeping quarters of his chamber.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Tywin asked, amused.
“For a lie down. Have my things brought up here for the remainder of my pregnancy- I don’t think I’ll be able to get back down those stairs with a belly like this,” you joked, pulling back the covers as Tywin watched from the door. “You’re very welcome to join me, Lord Husband, if your schedule allows it. Though I must say, if your hands wander, I may sever them. I blame you entirely for my current situation,”
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I just wish someone would write a Tywin Lannister x reader full length fanfic 😩 I’m in desperate need of some Tywin lovin and I’ve read literally everything for him. Help. 😞😭
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