Got One-Shots Book 2

Thrown to the Lions (Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!reader)

You never expected your elder brother to simply hand you over to the Lannister soldiers during his rebellion. However, it would turn out that you would be glad he did. If he hadn't given you over to fight with the Lannisters, you never would have met Tywin. Your first one-on-one meeting with the Lord of Lions was...let's just say it wasn't a friendly one.

"I'm not your damn pet, Lannister!" you snarled. Tywin had been trying to order you around from the moment you set foot in the camp and you refused to let him. Tywin merely smirked and raised a brow. "You're very stubborn for a stag that's been thrown to the lions. Your brother sent you to me, therefore you are my 'pet' as you called it. Besides, how better to keep your ridiculous family in line than to have you stuck with me?"

"I refuse to be a puppet in your silly little games with Robert when there's a bigger war happening. Fight your own battles with him and leave me out of it. Now, if you'll please excuse me, I have weapons to tend to." With that, you stormed from Tywin's tent, missing the slight smile that painted his sharp features.

After that meeting, Tywin began treating you differently. Your "take-no-crap" attitude had impressed the head of the Lannister family. He respected that you stood up to him despite the fact that he had more power than your own family. He admired your skills in strategy and in battle. In fact, he often called you into his tent to discuss the army's next move. The two of you would sit up and drink, talking into the early hours of the morning.

The two of you grew very close over the years. So close that, when the rebellion ended and Robert was on the Iron Throne, you chose to stay with the Lannister army. You never thought that you would become friends with Tywin, but you did. You were so close that rumors started floating around that Tywin had taken you as a lover. He hadn't. You were friends and companions, nothing more. Until you weren't.

When Tywin returned to King's Landing, you followed. Robert was dead and his son was on the throne. Joffrey had named Tywin Hand of the King and Tywin wanted you with him. You never would have guessed the reason why until Tywin announced that Sansa Stark, formerly betrothed to Joffrey, would now marry Tyrion.

"And I shall take a new spouse," Tywin said nonchalantly. That took everyone in the room by surprise. As far as any of you knew, he hadn't even entertained the notion of marrying again after his wife had died in childbirth. "And who shall you take, Father?" Cersei asked, her brows knit together in confusion and suspicion. "Y/N Baratheon."

All eyes turned to you. You were certain you looked like a fish. Your mouth kept opening and closing in shock. You had no idea how to respond to that. Never had he talked to you about marriage. That alone was enough to irk you. But to announce to everyone that he was going to marry you without even asking you first made your blood boil. "May I speak to you, my lord? Privately?" The others in the room couldn't leave fast enough.

As soon as they were gone, you rounded on Tywin. "That has got to be the least romantic, most arrogant and boring proposal of marriage I have EVER heard!" Tywin didn't say anything. He simply stared at you, a look of boredom painted on his face, while you ranted. "I've told you before that I'm not your puppet, Tywin."

"Of course you aren't. You're my betrothed." You rolled your eyes. "And who says I will agree to that? I am my own person, a leader of armies. What makes you think you can simply order me to marry anyone? Let alone you?" Tywin's smirk deepened and he stood. He approached you slowly and took your chin in his long fingers. "Because, pet, I am the Hand of the King. I have the power," he said smoothly. You glared at the endearment. He knew how you felt about that word, although you'd gotten used to it from him. He often called you "pet" when he was feeling cheeky.

"Besides, you've been by my side for so long, we might as well be married already. Would you rather be married off to some stranger, or to the man you've been with faithfully for years?" You frowned. You hated when he used logic like that, but you weren't about to go down without at least a little argument.

"My dear Lord Lannister," you began with a slight upturn of your lips, "If you really wanted to marry me, you could have just asked. You didn't have to announce it to the entire Council to get my cooperation." You leaned in like you were going to kiss his cheek but danced away just before your lips brushed the stubble resting there. "Cheeky," he quipped, but he actually smiled. A rare sight that you wanted to see more of.

You walked over to the door of the room. "Until you ask me properly, don't expect me to go through with a marriage." With that, you left the room, leaving Tywin shaking his head fondly. "The stubbornness of stags," he muttered to himself.