Harry/Tyrion

A.N Spoilers for up to Season 8! This story is also incredibly AU for the GOT storyline, mainly in the fact that there are a lot of characters that are alive in this that were not in the show, and the timelines have been moved around slightly to suit my story.

Tywin rubbed his eyes tiredly as he read over the missives from his people yet again. He could not believe that things were going so badly, and he could not believe that his plans seemed to be failing at every single turn.

It was as though they were reading his mind, and he would think so if it were not for the fact that he scoffed at such idiotic and superstitious beliefs.

No.

He knew what the problem was.

Tyrion. His Dwarf son. The son he had tried to have killed. The son that he had tried to have executed for Joffrey's death.

He had severely underestimated his son. A mistake that he did not make very often.

How Tyrion had escaped from the Keep, from prison, was still a mystery, numerous guards had been...questioned to try and figure out if one of them were responsible. He would think it was Jamie except for the fact that everything pointed towards Tyrion being the one to kill Joffrey and that Joffrey was Jamie's….nephew. He was fairly sure that Cersei had used their...relationship to convince Jamie that Tyrion needed punishing, the foolish girl honestly believed that Tyrion had killed her son. And if there was one true weakness Jamie had it was his love for his sister.

He supposed that it did not really matter now.

What mattered was that they were at war against Tyrion and his Dragon Queen, and they were losing!

The Tyrells and Martels had gone to her side, half the Iron Islands were with them and while the Lannisters had Euron, well it was a matter of necessity, and dare he admit desperation. The North had aligned themselves with the Dragon Queen, though it did not seem that they had bent the knee.

The had already lost their holding in the North when the fool Roose Bolton's psychotic bastard had killed him, and then he had lost Sansa Stark when she had run off, only for her to return with her half brother bastard Jon Snow to reclaim Winterfell. Bolton's greed had gotten the better of him, and he had tried to outmanoeuvre himself by marrying his legitimised bastard to Sansa Stark to give himself better ownership to the North.

And then as a second blow right as Tyrion landed on Dragonstone with The Dragon Queen Arya Stark had reappeared from absolutely nowhere and slaughtered the whole of House Frey in one night! Leaving only Frey's latest child bride alive to tell some strange story of Arya Stark wearing Frey's face and poisoning them all.

Whatever the hell had happened, the Frey's were indeed gone, and before Tywin could get his forces in place The Blackfish had moved a good portion of his forces from Riverrun to take The Twins in one quick move. And now the North held the crossing.

Tywin slammed his hands down onto his desk in a fit of rage that he did not normally allow himself, sweeping the damned papers that just wrote of defeat after defeat to his damned son and the daughter of the man that he had betrayed.

Were he a lesser man he would wonder as to whether this was his comeback finally coming around to get him.

Perhaps it was.

Sighing he rubbed his eyes tiredly and dropped back in his seat before pulling the map back toward himself and stared at it as though a solution would jump into his mind, but all he saw was an increasing amount of dragon sigils taking over Westeros.

"What?" Cercei said lowly.

"I am sorry you're Grace," Qyburn grimaced. "But it is true,"

"Then we need to spread more stories!" Cersei snarled.

"We have your Grace, the people just aren't believing them anymore. Your brot...Tyrion the traitor has started spreading stories of his own, stories of how she has freed slaves and cares for the common people, how there have been no civilian casualties in her battles. They have been spreading a story about how she has an army of Unsullied who follow her through choice, loyalty and love instead of duty. She has a slave who she freed and is now one of her advisers, a common woman and she…"

"ENOUGH!" Cersei snapped standing and storming her way to the side to pour herself a glass of wine. "Spread more stories about her roasting people alive, spread more stories about her planning to follow the footsteps of Aegon and burn anyone that opposes her!"

"We have your Grace, and I am still increasing the rumours but...she isn't burning anyone, not one person, she has taken Randyll Tarly prisoner, and Dickon Tarly has now been granted Lordship, and…"

"And?" Cersei spun around to glare at him making the Maester grimace, he definitely did not want to tell her anything more.

"And a number of the Lannister army who were marching to help us take Highgarden have joined her side. They are now protecting Highgarden,"

Qyburn barely made it out of the door before things started flying, the enraged shrieks coming from within the room loud and clear.

Tywin resisted the urge to rub his eyes. Tommen was trying his best to present a strong face, but anyone within the room could see that the boy was no King, he did not possess the strength for ruling, he was too kind and gentle, a rarity within the Lannister family. How his daughter and...Robert had managed to produce not one, but two gentle and kind children he had no idea.

"Please repeat that," He ground out staring at Qyburn, Master of Whispers. He was no Varys, nowhere near as good, but he was good enough. The betrayal of Varys still stung, especially because he looked the fool for believing the man was truly on their side.

"Lady Myrcella has landed at Dragonstone with Trystane Martell and Ellaria Sand, on the side of the Targaryen's. My spies say that she heard you promised to send help to the North to fight the Dead, and she heard that we did not follow through with that promise. She has sworn her loyalty to House Targaryen," Qyburn kept his eyes on Tommen even though it was clear that he was speaking to Tywin.

"Is that all?" Tywin grit out through clenched teeth. He once again resisted the urge to rub his eyes at the look on the Maester's face. "What else?"

"Our..stories about the Targaryen woman now seem to be completely failing. Word has spread from Winterfell down to Dorne about how she played a huge part in defeating the Dead, Tyrion the Traitor has spread the story that even though Arya Stark was the one that killed the Night King, the Targaryen woman managed to try to burn the Night King though it did not work, then she was in amongst the battle with Jorah Mormont fighting back the dead, helping along with the others to hold back the Dead so that their plan could work. The people are celebrating her,"

Tywin had to fight back his fury at the news.

"And my son?" He growled.

"Openly on the Targaryen woman's side," Qyburn gulped.

The fury could not be held back now and he could actually feel his hands shaking. Jamie leaving the Red Keep to go and fight with the North and the Targaryen's was beyond damaging to them, especially for what it said as to what he thought about the fact that they had not supplied their forces to help the North.

Without a word he stood and swept from the room.

He wanted to kill something or someone. Preferably his infernal youngest son! He wished beyond all wishes that he had taken the little monster and drowned him in the sea when he was first born more than ever now.

More and more of the Lords and Ladies of Westeros, his own bannermen, were surrendering willingly to the Targaryen woman! And why? Because Tyrion had spread the story of how House Lannister had agreed to the truce that Daenerys and Jon Snow had requested while the fight against the dead happened, and more than that had promised forces that they had not supplied, leaving the North to defend the realms of men themselves.

And why did they believe them? Because Tyrion had the damned letter that he had sent promising said forces and was showing it to every single Lord and Lady in the damned country! How he was getting around the whole of Westeros so quickly to show the damned infernal thing Tywin did not know. People were whispering about a magician on the Dragon woman's side, which was just absolutely ridiculous! Magic and Dragons? No!

But either way, they were losing more and more support as the days passed, no as the hours passed!

And to rub salt into the wounds the Dragon Woman had legitimised the one remaining bastard of Robert Baratheon, who apparently wielded a war hammer in the same manner and strength as his father, who had fought and survived against the dead. And she had given the bastard Storms End! And people were cheering the choice on!

For the first time in his life, Tywin Lannister felt the grip of hopelessness upon his heart.

Tyrion stepped into his bedroom, his eyes burning from tiredness and it felt as though his body weighed 4 times its normal weight.

Their planning and strategising meetings seemed to get longer and longer each time they took place, and they all came out them even more tired than the last. But no one complained or begrudged it because they could all taste victory on the air now. They were all so close!

Everything that they were doing was going even better than they had hoped, and they were all aware that it was not long now until the last move would be played, and the gods seemed to have weighed things in their favour. They were gaining more and more of Westeros with barely any blood being spilt, and Daenerys ensured that none of it was civilian blood.

His campaign for her image, his stories and tales of her were working better than any conquering force would. There was nothing better than a story, he had learned that growing up. It was not Tywin Lannister's gold, or influence, or fierce nature that kept people in line and loyal to him. It was a story. The story of Castamere. He had grown up hearing about how Tywin only had need to send a single minstrel to sing the Rains of Castamere, and the story, the tale of what he had done there was all that was needed to pull anyone back into line.

He had learned this well, and now he was using it to his own advantage, to his Queen's advantage.

Because what was a better story than hers?

The baby born in a storm on her ancestral home at the same time as her father was betrayed and killed, and her line seemed done. Her brother and she raised in exile in a strange land. Married off to a Dothraki War Lord as nothing more than a bargaining chip, and yet managed to win his love, loyalty and devotion. Losing him and their unborn child and yet emerging from the flames of the pyre, unburnt, unmarked and with 3 baby dragons. Her freeing the slaves and stopping their trade and building a better city, all without civilian harm, one of the cities not even needing to sack it but giving the slaves strength themselves to rise up. Mhysa. A Queen, who lived up to her House words, Fire and Blood, but who also had a good heart and cared for the people, all the people from the highest born, to the lowest.

A woman who could take the selfish Jorah Mormont and turn him into a loyal servant who wanted nothing more than to serve at her side.

A woman who had forged a willing alliance with the Ironborn, and managed to make them willingly agree to give up the old ways without fight.

A woman whose advisers also consisted of a Dwarf and an ex-slave common woman, and an ex-slave soldier raised to be nothing more than a weapon who now had a voice in all matters.

A Queen Westeros deserved after miserable and weak Kings.

His stories were being whispered in every inn, pub, brothel, home, street corner, high hall, castles and stand. And the people were beginning to chant her name.

Smiling to himself he stripped off his robes and without care threw them over the armchair by the fire before dropping heavily into it so he could tug off his boots.

With a loud yawn, he scrubbed his hands through his hair and then down his face, resting his elbows on his knees and covering his burning eyes with his hands.

He hummed when strong, but tender hands wound through his hair and then down to gently massage his tense and aching shoulders.

"You work far too hard," He was scolded.

"And you do not?" He snorted dropping his hands but closing his eyes and tilting his head back as skilled hands released the aches and pains in his neck.

"Not anymore," Was the grouchy answer he received, but kisses were fluttered over his cheeks, nose and forehead before his massage resumed.

"You are not just looking after yourself any more," He responded, opening his blue eyes to meet amused emerald green ones.

"I swear you and Dany have conspired against me," Harry grinned.

"Along with Jon, Varys, Davos, Jorah, Messandei and Ser Barristan," Tyrion chuckled.

"Traitors, the lot of you," Harry chided gently, stopping his massage but walking around the chair so he was standing in front of Tyrion.

"You are not truly angry with me," Tyrion smiled leaning forward to cup the gently swollen bump of Harry's stomach that housed their first child. He closed his eyes again as he rested his head against the bump, against the happiness that he never thought that he would have himself. Clever fingers swept over his face and then down to scratch pleasantly in his beard, he was not sure what the appeal about the beard was, but his husband liked it, and so he kept it. "Besides, you can do just as much damage sitting down at your desk as 20 men can running around all day," He added, leaning back to look at his beautiful husband.

"I knew that silver tongue was going to be dangerous," Harry laughed, leaning forward to seal their lips together. Their kiss was sweet but strong, the familiarity of tasting love and happiness on Harry's lips filling him with wonder as it always did. The taste and smell of Harry had him awake and more alert than he had been in hours.

"I missed you today," Tyrion admitted once they parted, accepting Harry's offered hand to help him to his feet, and allowed himself to be led to their bed.

"And I you, my love. It is boring now without you to talk to and banter with, I swear you have ruined me for all other conversation," Harry smiled.

"I spoke to Dany, she is going to give me tomorrow lunch off if you are free, I thought we could eat together?" Tyrion suggested as he sat on their bed. He watched as Harry knelt at his feet, and slowly started undressing him.

"Do you have time? I do understand, and once all this is done we will have all the time in the world," Harry bit his lip.

Tyrion would forever be amazed that this beautiful, clever, sharp, wonderful man could ever doubt that Tyrion wanted to spend time with him, that he would quite happily spend every single hour of the day for the rest of his life with this man. Harry believed himself to be the lucky one that Tyrion loved him when Tyrion felt the complete opposite.

He was with Dany, Jorah and the others, if they could manage to find a way into Harry's world from where they kicked him through their veil and into their world, he would quite happily allow the dragons loose upon them.

"I have learned to savour every single moment and not take any of it for granted, yes we will have all the time in the world when this is done, but then I would have missed this time here and now, which is equally as precious," Tyrion answered, hoping that none of the anger he was feeling at his thoughts were visible.

"Then that would be lovely," Harry grinned, leaning forward for a quick kiss, laughingly pushing Tyrion away when he tried to deepen the kiss. "No, you don't! You're exhausted, you need sleep!"

"It was only a kiss," Tyrion huffed.

"Not with you it is not, you are insatiable!" Harry finished unlacing his breeches and yanked them down his legs.

"With you as my husband, how can I not be, even when we are old, grey and shrivelled you will still be the most beautiful being I have ever laid my eyes upon," Tyrion smiled as he slid back and climbed under their covers naked.

He delighted in the blush upon Harry's cheeks at his words and the way his husband licked his lips at the sight of his naked body before he pulled the covers up and then held up Harry's side in offering.

It was his own turn to lick his lips hungrily as he watched Harry glide around their bed to his own side, drawing his white nightshirt over his head to reveal moonlight pale skin, that contrasted beautifully with the waist length ebony black hair that tumbled down his back. The swelling of his stomach all the more obvious with his nakedness. And despite his protests, between milky white thighs that Tyrion loved to mark up, his flesh was stirring and hardening in interest.

"You should be sleeping," Harry whispered even as he crawled into bed and slid over to Tyrion.

"I want you more," Tyrion said huskily, reaching up to sweep that long black hair back before sealing their lips together. "I will be quick," he cajoled.

"No, you won't," Harry shook his head, amusement dancing over his face.

"No, I won't," Tyrion gave in unrepentantly. He drew his husband closer and kissed him deeply, his hands wandering already, mapping out everything that he could touch as Harry groaned hungrily into his mouth, and Tyrion could feel him surrendering to their passion.

He couldn't get enough of Harry and he was sure that he never would.

"Tyrion!" Harry gasped shuddering in pleasure as his husband's hands caressed him.

"Lay back, I will take care of you," Tyrion said huskily, leaning over Harry and setting to work on driving his husband mad with pleasure.

Jamie stepped unsurely into the main hall, the noise of people talking filled the space, the sound of footsteps, plates and cups clinking and footsteps adding to the din.

He had not been sure about what he was going to do after they unexpectedly won the battle with the dead. He knew going back to King's Landing would be lethal, he had after all snuck out without telling Cersei and more importantly his father. But the situation between himself and the Dragon Queen was understandably quite tense.

But then Myrcella had arrived at Dragonstone from Dorne with Trystane and Ellaria Sand, and the choice had been an easy one, he was on the boat and making his way to Dragonstone before he had even really been able to consider it. He had feared greatly for the safety of Myrcella with Ellaria after Oberyn's death, but the woman seemed to have seen the wisdom in having a Lannister on side, and apparently, the Dragon Queen and Tyrion's husband had a lot to do with it.

Speaking of, Jamie stepped into the hall and took a seat at the nearest space, yanking some porridge towards himself as he looked up to the head table where his brother and brother-in-law were sitting.

They were sitting with their heads together, talking and laughing about something. It was as though they were in a world of their own. He had never seen Tyrion look happier. His little brother was sitting on Daenerys' right hand, the pin of Hand was sitting proudly on his chest, glinting in the light coming through the windows of the hall, and as he looked at Harry his smile seemed to be uncontrollable. And Harry was not much better, glowing was the term that Harry would use, and as he looked at Tyrion the look of love of his face was completely encompassing.

He watched as Daenerys stood, and her main advisers followed suit, Tyrion took Harry's hand and kissed it before following after the rest of the group. Once his brother had left the room Jamie turned back to focus on eating his breakfast.

This, however, was broken when Harry sat down in front of him, a warm smile on his face.

"Good morning," Harry said.

"Morning," Jamie blinked at him.

"Are you settling in ok?" Harry asked looking genuinely concerned.

"Yes, thank you," Jamie nodded absently.

"Wonderful," Harry was starting to look a little uncertain, his smile faltering slightly, and so Jamie scanned his brain for something to say, he did not want his new brother-in-law to think he was rude or did not like him.

"Are you not with the council today?" Jamie asked.

"No, it's more to do with the details of Westeros today, I do not have a flying clue what they will be talking about, so I have bowed out of it to do other things for which I can actually be useful," Harry shrugged.

"I'm sure that you would have been useful," Jamie argued.

"My sense of direction is terrible! I still get confused where everything is," Harry waved him off.

"What will you be doing instead?"

"I'm going to be in the medical wing, helping where I can with the healing of the Dothraki and Unsullied from the battle," Harry looked around them at the near empty hall. "Actually I had better get going,"

"May I escort you there?" Jamie asked quickly standing. He had had very little time to speak to Harry, and even less by himself.

"That would be lovely thank you," Harry was smiling warmly at him again. They started a slow walk down the hallways, Jamie again trying to scan his brain for something to say so that he didn't seem rude. "Tyrion has told me a lot about you, he is really glad that you are here,"

"My loyalties have always been torn. Even now, I know that realistically the Queen is the best thing for Westeros, but I do not want anything to happen to my family," Jamie sighed.

"Neither of your children will be hurt,"

"What!?" Jamie turned to look at Harry wide-eyed, having been expecting anything but that.

"Tyrion and I have no secrets from each other. The Queen has no desire to kill anyone, especially innocents. Tommen will be safe, and Myrcella is a clever and honest girl, they will both be safe," Harry promised.

"Can I ask…." Jamie trailed off.

"Yes?" Harry urged gently.

"How did you and Tyrion end up together?" Jamie asked.

"Now that is a story," Harry laughed.

"I have been wondering that as well, Uncle Tyrion is shockingly quiet about it considering how much he talks," Myrcella laughed sliding up next to them and linking her arm through Harry's.

Jamie looked at her panicked, there was no way that she had not overheard their conversation. He felt as though his heart was going to explode when he met Myrcella's eyes, his own eyes in her beautiful face, and saw a look of love, knowledge and understanding in them. She had already known, and she loved him.

Harry slid his arm through Jamie's squeezing gently in support, a look of understanding being gifted to him.

"Now that is a story, come on, I have a little time to spend with my favourite niece and brother-in-law," Harry laughed leading them along the corridor and aiming towards an alcove with a convenient bench in it.

"We are your only niece and brother-in-law!" Myrcella laughed brightly. His...his daughter was obviously quite taken with her new uncle.

They all sat on the bench, Harry in the centre of the two Lannisters. He considered for a second before he started his story.

A Year and a Half Ago

Harry had been in this new world for six months now after being shoved through the Veil in the Ministry by his 'friends' because the Wizarding world had been convinced that he would end up going the same way as Voldemort, their similarities apparently too frightening for them, the power that they had praised him for having that had defeated Voldemort was now proof of how dangerous he was.

He had not died as he had expected, instead, he found himself in a different world, a world different and yet similar to his homeland. He had struggled for a good while, grief and depression, being overwhelmed and completely lost in a foreign land leaving him in serious trouble as he wandered around strange lands aimlessly.

Daenerys had come across him being attacked. He had been fighting back with his magic, but he was so weak from hunger and tiredness that he had been losing. Greyworm and Jorah had dragged the attacking men off of him, and before he passed out the last thing he had seen was Daenerys and Messandei leaning over him looking concerned.

He had woken to find himself within the Daenerys' camp, patched up and cared for. He had demolished the food the healer had brought for him, and once he had been cleaned up, he had followed Messandei into Daenerys' greeting room.

And he had told her everything when she asked him his story. He had spilt everything out to her. She had not laughed as he had expected her to, or judged him for what had happened. Instead, she had told him a little about her own story, before promising that he could stay here till he was feeling better and that they would help him settle into life here.

It had taken 4 weeks for him to recover. It had taken him 3 weeks to promise his magic to the impressive woman who would become his friend. The outlook she had, her desire to make the world a better place, a fairer place for everyone was amazing, and so when her camp had left, Harry had been among them, now with a position as Daenerys' chief warlock.

It had been months later when he had met Tyrion. Returned with Jorah, the man had been impressive, his quick mind and even faster tongue clear from the moment he had opened his mouth. And he could see that his friend was quite impressed with the man as well, despite his House and connection to her father's killer.

Harry had been one of the people to argue for Tyrion to stay, advising Daenerys that someone with Tyrion's mind and knowledge of the political game in Westeros would only be to their advantage.

He could not be gladder that he had done so.

He and Tyrion worked closely together considering Messandei and Grey Word were not entirely sure what to do with his sense of humour, and well how much he talked. He had become more and more impressed as time went by, and they had formed a good friendship, cemented by Tyrion's growing loyalty to Dany.

Harry could not truly say when he had fallen in love with Tyrion, all he knew was one day he had seen Tyrion flirting with one of the Nobel daughters and had felt the burning sting of jealousy and anger. Poor Tyrion had been completely baffled as to what he had done wrong to receive so many glares and the cold shoulder from Harry.

Messandei and Grey Worm had been completely lost as to how to deal with the situation, looking pleadingly at Harry when they had to converse with Tyrion by themselves without him there to translate sarcasm and humour for them.

Dany had just watched everything with distant amusement and just a touch as exasperation.

Everything had changed however when the Sons of Harpy had attacked and their Queen had swept away on the back of Drogon. An impressive sight to be sure, but a problem in that their Queen had swept away on the back of Drogon and they had no clue where she was.

Jorah and Daario had left with a spell from Harry to lead them to Dany and wasn't that sure to be an interesting journey. And those of them left in Meereen had had to pull together firmly to ensure that everything did not go up in smoke.

Really in a way it was a blessing in disguise, they had banded together in a way they might not have and had found a way to work together, becoming seamlessly working parts in a clock instead of getting in each other's ways.

And Dany had returned with an army of Dothraki with her. So win win.

And he had Tyrion had been talking again.

Things might never have developed between them for a good long while had Tyrion not caught Harry slightly drunk and flirting with one of the Dothraki chiefs.

Harry had been baffled as to his friend's reaction when he had stormed over and dragged Harry from the Hall. Harry had been spluttering the whole way to Tyrion's room.

"No, absolutely not!" Tyrion had shouted the moment the door was closed behind them.

"And what business is it of yours who I sleep with?" Harry had snapped.

"I can't watch you going off with some man!"

"So it is perfectly fine for you to go off with women and break my heart, but I am not allowed to find some comfort for myself?!"

"What do you mean break your heart?" Tyrion had asked, his face changing from angry to confused.

"I mean that I am in love with you, you impossible man! You don't get to…" Harry had been mortified to realise that tears were filling his eyes, the image of Tyrion disappearing into this very room with numerous faceless woman making him feel ill.

He had swept from the room and stormed down the corridor to his own room, but the door had barely been shut behind him when Tyrion had slammed the door open and then slammed it behind himself.

"I am completely and utterly in love with you, but I thought there was never a chance in hell that you would look at a broken, pathetic Dwarf like myself! You are young and beautiful and powerful and have an amazing future ahead of you and you deserve better than…." Tyrion's rant had been cut off by Harry's lips on his, the wizard falling to his knees in front of Tyrion, a small sob falling from him as they parted.

"I love you," He had sobbed softly.

Tyrion had looked at him for a moment before gently wiping away his tears and sealing their lips together again.

The next morning Dany had laughed when she caught Tyrion doing the walk of shame, trying to sneak from Harry's room to his own to dress for the day. He had told Harry later that Grey Worm had looked constipated at realising what had happened.

No one had been surprised, apparently, you had been able to cut the sexual tension between the two of them with a knife. In fact, everyone had been relieved that they had finally stopped dancing around the issue and were together now.

And from that day they had been inseparable even more than they had already been. Tyrion essentially moved into Harry's room, and though they had their spats, they were happy. Tyrion treated Harry as though he were a King, and Harry quite clearly loved Tyrion with everything that he had.

Their marriage had happened on the way to Westeros. They had been talking with Messandei and Dany, talking about the fact that Messandei was hoping that Grey Worm might propose to her soon. Dany had caught the expression on Harry's face and asked what was the matter.

He had been embarrassed, hoping that he was not being too pushy for Tyrion when he expressed his sadness that he and Tyrion would not be allowed to marry in Westeros considering gay coupling was looked down up there.

Dany had looked at him like he were stupid.

"You do realise I plan on being Queen of Westeros right?" She had asked.

"Yes, otherwise this cruise would be a little pointless," Harry said slowly.

"I mean that I will be the one saying what can and can not happen, I will be the one making the rules. I am your Queen, I could marry you right now if it were what you wanted," Dany rolled her eyes at him while he sat blinking at her stunned.

"I want, if you do, now," Tyrion had stammered, and Harry had turned his wide eyes onto his lover instead, even more thrown with that normally sharp tongue failing.

"What?" Harry had asked confused.

"I want to marry you, I will marry you at any time, this moment, a couple of months time, a couple of years time, whenever you are ready! If you're ever ready," Tyrion stammered.

Their wedding had been the next day and had been fairly simple considering they were in the middle of the sea. The boat had been decorated by Harry, Dany, Messandei and a slightly reluctant Jorah as best they could manage.

They had stood on the deck, side by side facing Dany, their friends around them smiling happily for them as they repeated their wedding vows.

Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his and he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days.

It had been absolutely perfect.

They had had a few weeks of honeymoon bliss before they had landed on Dragonstone, and then it had been time for serious matters. The both of them working hard to help Dany win this war, Tyrion more than Harry as Dany's Hand.

Things had been a little complicated by the army of the Dead.

It had been planned for Harry to be fighting during the battle, but the week before it took place, he had realised that in all the stress and work of the last couple of months he had missed something incredibly obvious. He was pregnant.

To say that everyone had been shocked when he revealed not only that he was pregnant but that it was something that he could do in the first place would be putting it mildly. Tyrion, of course, knew it could happen, but a large part of him had not really expected it to happen, especially not so quickly.

It had, of course, changed things, and they had agreed that Harry would stay on the battlements casting what spells he could from where until the trenches were breached, and then he would make his way to the crypts to be with Tyrion there.

It had been lucky he was, his spells had saved all but three of the woman and children from being hurt when the dead had emerged in the crypt, and even then he had been able to heal them fairly well once the battle was done.

And now here they were. In four and half months time they would be parents, their Queen would hopefully be on the throne, and Harry could not be happier with the path that his life had taken, he was 10000000 times happier here than he had been in his original world, and he could not wish to be anywhere else but right here at Tyrion's side.