Harry Potter Game Of Thrones Slash Oneshots

by slayer of destiny

A collection of oneshot Slash pairing with the Game of Thrones men and Harry Potter, with the potential to become longer stories. Strong language and Spoilers for the Game Of Thrones series.

12. HarryTywin

"What are you plotting?" Brandon sighed looking sideways at his brother who smirked back at him. "Ugh,"

"Just because I actually have brains and use them there is no need to look so horrified," Harry snarked.

"And what is it that you are planning?" His brother sighed.

"Another way to fix the mistake that our sister made," Harry sobered a little turning and making his way into the room that had been set aside for them to use, waving off the servants as he dropped onto a sofa with a tired sigh.

It had been a long few months since Lyanna had disappeared into the night 'kidnapped' by Prince Rhaegar. The worry of what was happening to his sister, imagining that she was being forced against her will and who knew what else, then their father and Brandon had gone to the Capital not realising how mad the King was. They had gotten word in Winterfell that the two of them were being held prisoner, and that the Mad King planned on executing them as traitors.

The whole time that they had been gathering an army, agreeing to marrying Brandon to Catelyn Tully for their men, gathering the bannermen to them, trying to control Robert Baratheon from going to all-out war at the drop of the hat as the man stormed around the country bellowing like an injured bull, and wailing about how much his beloved Lyanna was being hard done by, and how much she would be longing for the safety of his arms.

Even before the revelation of exactly what had happened Harry had known that Lyanna felt no love for the Baratheon heir.

Of course, the revelation had taken place when word had reached Lyanna and Rhaegar about what was happening, what their actions had caused, and they had quickly sent word to them and arranged a meeting.

Seeing his very pregnant, very married, very not kidnapped sister had made Harry furious, and Prince or not he had given Rhaegar, and his sister, a piece of his mind, absolutely furious at their idiocy and what they had nearly caused, what they still might cause as his father and brother were still prisoners in Kings Landing.

They had lost the Baratheon army and their bannermen, but they had managed to gain the Tyrell army and their bannermen, and they had reached the decision that they were going to have to storm the Capital and de-throne the King, place Rhaegar on the throne and try and fix this damned mess.

To their shock they had been joined by the Lannister army, headed by Tywin who had driven a hard bargain to Rhaegar for his support, making it more than clear that he would go elsewhere if Rhaegar did not agree to his demands. And considering the situation, Rhaegar had not had much to barter with despite the fact that he was potentially going to become King.

Tywin was going to be Rhaegar's Hand. Jamie was not to be part of his Kingsguard even though it was traditional for a Kingsguard to continue on. Cersei was going to be married to a good House, most likely of Tywin's choosing. A very good deal for the Lannisters.

Harry tapped his finger against his lip, ignoring his brother who was fuming next to him at being ignored. As much as he teased Brandon, he was just relieved that he was here fuming at him, and he knew that Brandon was sticking to him because Harry was the only person not treating him as though he were going to fall apart at any moment.

They had arrived just in time, Brandon had nearly strangled himself to death trying to reach their father who was burning alive in his armour over the fire that the King had lit under him. Aerys was cackling and screaming, the madness written across his face, and the Court had simply turned their faces away instead of doing something when they had burst into the throne room.

Harry had managed to blast their father from where he was tied to the pyre, freeing him, and then he had managed to put out the wildfire still burning his father. The damage was extensive, and the Healers said that it would likely be years before Rickard was able to travel back to Winterfell, but he was alive, and he would heal.

Brandon had not been able to talk for weeks after nearly strangling himself trying to reach the sword placed just out of his reach to try and free their father. Not that he hadn't tried. Harry was sure that the wheezes and huffs that he had let out at Lyanna and Rhaegar would not have been pleasant.

Things were tense.

"Harry!" Brandon whined.

"What?" Harry asked, a little amused looking at his brother.

"What are you planning?" Brandon whined.

"You will see," Harry grinned when Brandon whined some more, throwing himself down onto the sofa like an overgrown toddler.

---

"Lord Harry, this is a surprise," Tywin said from where he was seated at his desk, mountains of paperwork in front of him, as Harry walked in having been granted entrance by the Hand.

"I hope I am not disturbing you," Harry said softly.

"A little, but then after everything that has happened, I am not sure that there is a moment of my day that is a good time right now," Tywin sighed, motioning to the paperwork in front of him.

"Hmm, a fine mess my sister and good brother have caused for the whole country simply because they could not keep their hands off of each other," Harry pinched his lips together as he came to stop by the desk, glancing over the paperwork.

"Indeed, though not something that I was expecting for you to say out loud," Tywin hummed, settling back a little in his seat and looked Harry over with a little more interest.

It stung a little to have been so clearly dismissed by the Lord, but then Harry was the middle Stark brother, little was known of him except for the fact that he held some magic that his family was known for. Brandon was a big character, loud and wild and drew a lot of attention. Benjen was known for his fighting and had long been talked about for the fact that he was clearly either going to take the Black or be given a White Cloak, the second was the most obvious choice now. Lyanna was known for her beauty and her fiery character, for being unlike what a lady was expected to be. And Ned was well known for being a brother in arms to Robert Baratheon, the second oldest Stark brother fast friends with the Baratheon heir, fostered together with Jon Arryn in the Veil. Harry by contrast was quiet and thoughtful, studious and he liked to keep his true self hidden except for those that he was closest to, he liked having the advantage and being underestimated. Except for…

"I was the one that had to deal with the immediate aftermath when Brandon decided to ride into Kings Landing and demand the Prince Heir 'came out and died' getting himself arrested and dragging my father down here, and while Ned ran off to go start war with Robert Baratheon. I believe that I am allowed to speak to the other person who is cleaning up their mess the truth of the issue," Harry tilted his head.

"Indeed, have a seat Lord Harrison," Tywin waved to the seat across from him, taking his attention completely from the paperwork now and giving it to Harry, which was exactly what the younger man wanted.

Tywin was older, yes, but his hair was still a thick golden shade, falling around his stern face with only a few dashes of white showing through, making him look more distinguished than anything else, his green eyes were sharp and saw much more than you wanted them to if you weren't careful, and pierced through you like an arrow. His lips were thin and pinched as though he did not know how to smile, but the wrinkles around his eyes said that he did. He was of a strong build, wide shoulders and strong arms, a trim chest and legs that had clearly been formed from horse riding. Many forgot that while the Court and political intrigue were Tywin's skill, the battlefield was also familiar to him, and he was a talented Captain and skilled fighter, a balance that very few were able to achieve, being skilled in either one or the other, very rarely both.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Tywin asked amused settling a little further back into his seat, his green eyes scanning over Harry as he settled into his own seat having finished his perusal of the Lannister Lord.

"Yes, I have heard a lot about you Lord Lannister, it is good to see that you are one of the rare occasions where you live up to your reputation," Harry shrugged.

"Flattery is wasted on me if you are looking for something," Tywin sighed looking bored suddenly.

"I am not foolish enough to try flattering you, flattery only works on the stupid, or the insecure, neither of which you are. If I were to try flattering someone Lord Tyrell would be the obvious target. I am merely speaking the truth," Harry said calmly, and he had his attention back again.

"And you are not foolish?"

"Hmm, no," Harry stood and made his way over to the chessboard sitting innocently in the corner as though it were in the middle of a game. "And you are definitely not, though you are making a misstep,"

"Excuse me?" Tywin stood to his full height, which was a foot taller than Harry.

"A misstep," Harry repeated, smirking a little as he walked around the chess table so that he could see Tywin, brushing his fingers gently along the edge of it. He met those green eyes with a smirk, allowing the Lord to see him, really see him.

"Oh yes? And what misstep is that?" Tywin asked interested leaning against his desk and crossing his arms, watching Harry like the cat he was.

"Robert Baratheon," Harry reached out after a moment of looking at the chessboard and touched one of the pieces, not reacting himself when Tywin tensed a fraction, just enough to tell Harry he was right.

"Yes?" Tywin was interested and suspicious at the same time.

"Marrying him to Cersei is a mistake, that will give him too much power, and is certain to lead to a marriage that will be beyond miserable for her considering I doubt he is going to get over my sister,"

"A happy marriage is not what is considered when arranging a marriage," Tywin said, not unkindly, merely stating a fact.

"No, but if you are not careful, and do not choose the right marriage for Cersei and Jamie, your family are going to be hounded with whispers and suspicion of any children that she carries for the next few generations," Harry held still, keeping his face blank as Tywin stood straight, a furious expression on his face now.

"How dare you…"

"I am stating nothing that is not true, whether you like it or not, and no matter how much I imagine you wish it were not true," Harry said softly.

"So it is blackmail you are here for?!" Tywin scowled.

"Please stop underestimating my intelligence," Harry sighed rolling his eyes, managing to shock Tywin enough that he paused on his way across the room to him.

"Oh?" Tywin challenged.

"Blackmailing you has to be one of the stupidest things I could do. While you may give in temporarily to any demand I make now, I have no doubt that I would end up dead quickly enough. People tend to demand more and more when they still hold the information you want to keep secret, and the quickest way to deal with that is to kill them off. Something that you are more than capable of sorting out with your intelligence and the power you hold as Lord Lannister and the Hand of the King,"

"So what is it that you are doing?" Tywin asked lowly, clearly thrown by Harry's words so far.

"I am advising you," Harry grinned.

"Advising me?" Tywin raised his eyebrow.

"You are incredibly intelligent, but everyone missteps sometimes," Harry shrugged.

"And what is it that you would suggest I do to deal with the...problem?" Tywin asked sharply.

"Robert Baratheon, marry him to Lysa Tully, that marriage will give him no more power than he already has, and it will keep him out of the Capital and away from the main politics where he can cause trouble," Harry said quickly. Tywin pursed his lips thoughtfully watching as Harry moved two pieces to stand not to each other.

"And my daughter?" Tywin asked, still suspicious and cautious, but clearly intrigued.

"Prince Doran's second wife died a year ago, and he still has no heirs. Marrying her to him will give her a title that should make her happy, and it will put a long distance between her and your son to ensure no...indiscretions. It would also tie Dorne closer to us to try and make up for the insult that has been dealt to Princess Elia by my sister and Good brother, which no matter how much she insists she knew about it and was happy with it, everyone knows is a lie," Harry moved another two pieces, watching Tywin's eyes sparking with interest and intelligence as he took another two steps closer to the board, resting his hands on the other side of it as he looked over the board thoughtfully.

"And do you have a plan for Jamie?" Tywin challenged, and Harry reached out snagging a piece after a moment of thought, the twitch of Tywin's lips telling him he had correctly found the Lannister heir.

"Margaery Tyrell turns of age in two years, binding the Reach closer to your family would be a wise move, especially with the whispers that the endless gold under Casterly Rock is not as endless as it was thought to be," Harry placed the piece in his hand next to another.

"I was going to arrange your marriage to the Tyrell girl," Tywin looked Harry right in the eyes.

"I know," Harry smiled, picking up the piece that had been next to Margaery's, his piece.

"Your way gives the Lannister family the power that I intended to assist the Crown,"

"I know," Harry smiled a little wider.

"And do you have some romantic ideal for whom you wish to marry? Is that what you are hoping to get out of the knowledge you hold?" Tywin sighed.

"No, ideals are for children, and I am no child. I have no wish to marry and be a boring Lord, running a boring small estate. I am the third son of the Stark's I knew that no great match would be for me unless I made one for myself," Harry said, and he did not react when Tywin gripped his chin tightly.

"That still sounds like blackmail," Tywin growled.

"Not blackmail, auditioning," Harry watched as confusion fell over Tywin's features, something that did not happen very often he was sure.

"Auditioning? For what? A place on the council?" Tywin released him.

"Too boring!" Harry laughed. "I intend for my marriage to ensure that I am at the centre of politics and can actually use my brain instead of stagnating away, but keeping to the shadows where I prefer to work," He reached down and snatched up another piece, slamming both down into the very centre of the board, smirking when Tywin's eyes widened.

"That…"

"You, I want to marry you. You can ensure that I will hold my tongue about Cersei and Jamie, because speaking it will bring ruin to myself as well as I will be Lannister. I can carry children as well as sire them, as I am sure you know, I can provide you with more children to carry on your name, and our eldest child will marry Daenerys, tying us even closer to the crown, that way my sister's royal child will be a cousin to our children, Jamie will have ties to the Reach and one of his children are likely to inherit to Reach considering Loras can not get it up for a woman if his life depended on it, we will have ties to Dorne as if Cersei provides Doran with a child they will be the next Prince or Princess of Dorne, and our child will be married to the King's only sister. And you will be married to the brother of one of the Queens," Harry waved his hand over the board to show his plan.

He stepped back as he watched Tywin's mind spinning, running over the pros and cons of what Harry had just placed in front of him.

"I will give you time to think, but to be clear, I was auditioning to be your husband," Harry said before turning and walking from the room, leaving a stunned Lord Lannister behind him, something that was not easy to do.

---

"Leave!" Tywin barked as he swept into the room Harry was taking a break in from making his way through the muttering Lords and Ladies of the Court, trying to smooth things over with them so that they did not have a rebellion on their hands.

The servants hurried from the room, shooting Harry apologetic looks as they went until it was just Harry and Tywin in the room alone together.

It had been three days since their talk, and Harry had been more than aware that Tywin had been watching him intently, and he had men watching him when he could not be in the same room as Harry. He was trying to work him out, trying to work out if he was trying to trick Tywin.

He had just carried on as he had been, ignoring the eyes constantly on him, and waiting for Tywin's reaction, knowing that he was just intriguing the other more and more with every hour.

He stood now and faced Tywin, tilting his head in question as the Lord just stood there watching him. Tywin moved before Harry realised it, and slammed Harry against the wall, but instead of the attack Harry had expected as he caught up to what was happening, he slammed their lips together, kissing him forcefully and holding him firmly.

Harry groaned a little and pressed back into the kiss. Fisting Tywin's beautiful robes in his hands he pressed himself against him and sank into the kiss, his inexperience was no doubt showing, but his enthusiasm could not be mistaken.

Tywin kissed as he had thought he would, all passion, and demanding the most of Harry, dominating the kiss and feeling as though he were devouring Harry as he clung onto the older Lord. It took Harry an embarrassing few seconds to realise that Tywin had stopped kissing him, flickering his eyes open he immediately started pouting, his kiss swollen lips drawing the Lannister Lord's attention to them before he flicked them back to Harry's eyes.

"You kissed me back," Tywin said after a moment, his voice even deeper than the low, rumbling timber that it already had.

"Was I not supposed to?" Harry asked a little confused.

"You find me physically attractive?" Tywin asked instead, making Harry scrunch his nose a little.

"Well, of course, you're very attractive," Harry said.

"I thought it was just my power that you were after, and position," Tywin huffed a little. "I thought that this would put you off,"

"If I was only interested in power and position, there are plenty of other Lords that I could seduce that would keep me entertained and be far less work. I decided on you because you are powerful, intelligent, attractive and because I think that we could have a happy marriage together," Harry said softly.

"Come let us sit down," Tywin sighed, but he took Harry's hand to lead him over to the sofa, so Harry took that as a win.

"I want us to be clear on this. I want a happy marriage where I am not also bored out of my mind, I really think that we could come to care for each other. I am physically attracted to you, I have been for a few years now," Harry said, trying to keep down his nerves, attempting to pull together the composure that he had had the other day, though he had had more time to prepare for that.

"Stark's are not normally political animals," Tywin settled back into the sofa, his eyes not leaving Harry's face.

"We both know that family name and who we are, have very little to do with each other. The current generations of the larger families most definitely reflect that," Harry snorted. "For one Starks are known for being honourable beyond reason, was that written into our being my sister would not have married an already married man,"

"True," Tywin hummed. "You have hidden yourself well,"

"I intend to carry on doing so. I am far more valuable to you if people underestimate me," Harry shrugged.

"It must get lonely, having to hide quite how intelligent you are," Tywin said assessingly.

"My siblings know, and I knew that if I were to give it away I would end up married off and tucked away somewhere where I would not be involved in anything interesting. My best chance was to lie low and watch and wait for the right chance to come along to make a far more advantageous marriage for myself,"

"And you chose me," Tywin hummed. "You could have seduced some poor fool with too much money and power, and not enough brains, and ruled in his stead, you will not be the dominant partner in a relationship with me, and I will always expect you to answer to me,"

Harry felt his heart speeding up a little at the wording. Tywin was considering it, he was actually thinking about them marrying, and whatever they discussed here was going to affect that decision.

"I have no desire to be married to someone who won't challenge me, and I have no desire to utterly dominate my partner. I like the thought of...I like the thought of assisting you in the power that you wield, but I don't really want to wield it for myself, that would mean having to work outside of the shadows that at the end of the day I enjoy working from. I won't be utterly submissive and bow to your will on everything though," Harry warned.

"I did not plan on ever remarrying," Tywin admitted.

"I did not think so, that is why I thought that 'auditioning' as I did the other day was the only way to make you consider marrying me," Harry nodded.

"I married before for love, and I did not wish to go into a loveless, arranged marriage at the end of my years with a younger partner who would resent me. I have my heir and spare after all," Tywin said lowly, and Harry felt his heart sinking into his stomach.

"I understand. I am...I am disappointed, but if you can help me arrange a decent marriage that will be acceptable," He said quietly, gazing at his hands.

Tywin was silent for a few moments, and he could feel the Lannister's green eyes on him, but he could not bring himself to look at him, knowing that he was not able to keep the disappointment, hurt and, to his surprise, sadness that he was feeling.

"I will ensure you a good marriage," Tywin said before standing and leaving the room.

"Lord Harrison, are you ok?" The servant girl, Lila, that he had become close to asked startling him, and he realised that he had just been sitting there staring at his hands for who knew how long.

"I am fine. I will take supper in my rooms tonight please Lila," He managed a weak smile before he turned and made his way into the rooms he had been given while he was in the capital, ignoring the thought that he was retreating to lick his wounds.

---

"What is wrong with you?" Brandon asked with a huff, concerned at how quiet his brother was being.

"Nothing, I am fine," Harry muttered.

"You have bee,,,ow!" Brandon grunted as Harry's heeled boot came down sharply on his toes.

"Not. Here!" Harry growled out, oh so aware of the fact that Tywin was standing up on the dais talking to Rhaegar, his green eyes flickering over to Harry every now and then where he was sitting with the Lords and Ladies of the Realm with his mask firmly pulled down into place, even if he was a little quiet.

"Silence!" Rhaegar called.

The crown still looked a little awkward on his head, and he still looked a little tense and uncomfortable on the Iron Throne, but he was settling into his place now a few months had passed. He had the makings of a good King, with the right advice, which Harry was sure that Tywin would give him and that was not just his unfortunate, unexpected infatuation talking.

"You are all here because you all played a part in supporting my ascension to power," Rhaegar called.

"A pretty word for a coup," Brandon muttered before gritting his teeth as Harry kicked him this time, rolling his eyes at his brother.

"I swear to the gods you can be an idiot sometimes," Harry hissed. "Control your tongue," He had so much work to do to get his brother into being able to play the political game that was needed for him to be the Stark Heir.

"I am here to announce some marriages that have been arranged and agreed upon by the Lord of the House each person comes from. These alliances will ensure our prosperity and hold the country together for many years to come after how we suffered under my father's rule, and the damage that his madness has caused,"

There was a distinct silence after the last part to Rhaegar's speech, and Harry was quite impressed really. Many had expected Rhaegar to sweep under the rug the madness of his father, and to ignore what had happened before his coup, many rulers from many places had done so before, just choosing to essentially pretend that it had never happened.

"With that in mind. My goodbrother Benjen Stark will be replacing Jamie Lannister as my Kingsguard, my father should never have taken the Lannister Heir from my Hand, and he did so purely out of revenge to try and destroy Lord Lannister's House. I did not agree with this from the start,"

Tywin kept his face blank, but Harry could see the tightness around his mouth and eyes at the words, and he was no doubt thinking about the way that the Mad King had turned on his Hand who had served him faithfully for many years, and had indeed tried to destroy his House out of paranoid jealousy. He quickly snapped his eyes away when Tywin suddenly looked at him, turning his attention back to Rhaegar who thankfully started to speak again.

"Jamie Lannister will marry Margaery Tyrell in a few years time when she comes of age, for now they will follow the betrothal laws and are bound to each other,"

There was a slight rumble at that, the Lords and Ladies discussing the implications of that choice.

"Robert Baratheon will marry Lysa Tully, and we will honour the agreement made between House Stark and House Tully for Brandon Stark to marry Catelyn Tully. Eddard Stark will marry Jon Arryn,"

Harry blinked at that, fighting not to look at Tywin. It was a clever move. Ned was also a carrier, and tying Lyanna's brother to the Veil was a smart move, but would also hopefully ensure that the slightly older Jon Arryn would finally be able to have an Heir considering his previous marriages had resulted in no children. It would be a little awkward for Ned being with the older man who had helped raise him for the end of his adolescence, but he knew Jon, and he respected him, they would hopefully come to have a happy, if not that then a content marriage together. And the Veil was tied to the throne.

"I have spoken to my Good brother Prince Doran, and to further tie our lands together my Hand's daughter Cersei Lannister will marry him," Elia's lips were pursed and she was holding herself incredibly straight. Harry had become close to his sort of Good sister despite the fact he was Lyanna's brother, and he knew how humiliated and hurt she was by everything that had happened. She had refused to share the same floor as Rhaegar and Lyanna, taking her children with her to the neighbouring wing. She knew that this was to try and repair the damage that Rhaegar's marriage to Lyanna had created with their alliance with Dorne, as did many people here who did not buy the story that Elia had known and was happy with the choice.

"Lastly my Goodbrother Harrison Stark," Rhaegar said, and Harry fought to stay as still and as blank as he could, feeling more than a little sick. "He will be marrying my Hand, Tywin Lannister,"

Harry completely ignored Brandon's stammering next to him, and the rumbling of shock going through the other Lords and Ladies in the room as he locked eyes with the Lannister Lord who was smirking at him now from where he was standing at the base of the throne, an eyebrow raised at Harry as he locked him in his gaze.

He was going to make his husband to be pay for that.

---

"You have been avoiding me," Tywin said walking up to the desk Harry was using in the large library.

"Yes I have been," Harry hummed without looking up from the book he was reading.

"I thought that you wished to marry me," Tywin sat down unbidden.

"I do," Harry hummed.

"And yet you are avoiding me,"

"I am annoyed at you,"

"Why?" Tywin asked, and Harry raised his narrowed eyes onto the Lord who was sitting there looking incredibly smug.

"Because you did that on purpose, making me think that you were rejecting me and then leaving me to find out in the Hall when I was expecting to be married off to some awful, old, boring letch!" Harry scowled.

"I am an old man, who is quite boring considering how much of a workaholic I am, and that I find myself quite desiring you more and more by the day," Tywin snorted.

"It is different when I want you to be the old, boring letch I marry," Harry huffed.

"You were meant to deny that I was one,"

"I told you I am annoyed," Harry narrowed his eyes further at the smirk that he got.

"I have a present for you, will that make you forgive me?" Tywin smirked. Harry just crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at him. "I figured the ball balls and trinkets would not be to your liking, but I thought you might like this," Tywin placed a small book onto the table.

"What is it?" Harry asked, curious despite himself. He leant forward to take the book, flicking it open and blinking when he realised what this was, Tywin's handwritten notes neat and ordered.

"You said that you wished to help me in my job, and that you enjoyed working behind the scenes. This is information that I have gathered over my years at court and mixing around the families. I have trusted no one else to read this, or that it would benefit me for them to read it," Tywin explained.

"Not even your children?" Harry asked, already flicking through the book.

"As much as I love them, they did not inherit much intelligence, they are petty and greedy, and they both clearly think with their cock or vagina," Tywin huffed.

"And Tyrion, he is four now is he not? I have heard that he is quite intelligent already," Harry closed the book and placed it onto the table, resting his hand on top of it as he met Tywin's suddenly crackling green eyes.

"He is," Tywin narrowed his eyes at Harry's expression. "You know," He grit out.

"That you are unsure as to whether he is yours or...his, yes," Harry nodded. He hesitated for a second before reaching out to take Tywin's hand. "I am sorry for what you went through, what you now have to live with,"

"I failed to keep her safe, I will not make the same mistake with you," Tywin growled tugging suddenly on their joined hands, pulling Harry into his lap so the younger man was straddling his lap.

"I am capable of looking after myself, and you as well," Harry smiled gently, daring to reach out and stroke a finger down Tywin's tanned cheek.

"I don't doubt that," Tywin was watching him hungrily. "Am I forgiven?"

"Not yet, it will take a lot more than your secret spy notes after that," Harry bit his lip. "I was...hurt and disappointed,"

"I needed to be sure, and I needed to be sure that you would not use your knowledge to blackmail me, or try and use it against me if you thought that you had not won. But you were there, sitting and waiting to hear who you were being paired off to,"

"And you trust me now?" Harry asked, tilting his head so that his dark hair fell over his face a little.

"Yes, I do. I think you are right, I think we could be quite something together, and with your intelligence keeping me on my toes, and supporting me, I think that we could be quite happy," Tywin smiled a little, and that automatically pulled a smile to Harry's lips, the gentling in the Lord relaxing something in him, the warmth he was allowing to show in his eyes telling Harry he had made the right choice. "I think we have a good future to look forward to Harrison,"

"I prefer those close to me to call me Harry, Tywin," Harry smiled.

"I did not say you could call me Tywin,"

"We are engaged, I am not calling you Lord Lannister or Hand of the King," Harry shrugged.

"You are going to be hard work aren't you?" Tywin sighed.

"It will be worth it," Harry smirked before leaning forward and pressing their lips together again the way that he had been longing to since that day in his rooms.

"So innocent," Tywin growled against Harry's lips after a few moments where he had quickly claimed control of the kiss, standing and pressing Harry down onto the table, pressing himself down on top of the younger man, including the evidence of just how delicious he found his betrothed.

"I am a quick learner," Harry muttered distractedly, tugging Tywin back down and sealing their lips together again, wrapping his hand around Tywin's neck to stop him from disappearing again.

Not that the Lord seemed inclined to do so and he pressed more of his weight into Harry and seemed rather intent on mapping out Harry's mouth, his tongue doing things that made Harry groan low in his throat, following his lead and clinging onto his fiance as his head span with desire.

"So delicious," Tywin hummed nipping at Harry's jawline, before chuckling delightedly when a blush spread across those pale cheeks. "Hmm, confident and dangerous everywhere but in the bedroom, I like that. The things I am going to teach you,"

"I can't wait," Harry gasped tilted his head back and whining when Tywin sank his teeth into Harry's neck.

"What in the name of the Seven is going on here?" Rhaegar spluttered drawing them apart only a few moments later.

"What is...Harry! What are you doing to him?!" Brandon growled storming forward.

"Nothing that I was not 100% happy about, and you are interrupting," Harry scowled at his brother and good brother.

"Oh!" Rhaegar was wide-eyed as Tywin stood and straightened himself regally after helping Harry to his feet and righting him.

"But Harry…" Brandon frowned between the two of them. "I have been arguing with Rhaegar against marrying you to him!"

"I would far rather you did not, and I have warned you before what will happen if you interfere in my life without even asking me if it is what I want or not brother!" Harry narrowed his eyes and Tywin watched amused as Harry's elder brother dodged behind Rhaegar a little.

"We are to be family, all of us soon, I wish for there to be no misunderstandings between us," Tywin said softly. "Harry propositioned me,"

"What?!" Rhaegar and Brandon both spluttered.

"I had no desire to end up married to some boring old lord, or vapid lady, stuck in the middle of nowhere, so I took my marriage into my own hands," Harry nodded linking their arms together. Tywin watched amused as he took the chance of Rhaegar and Brandon blinking confused at each other to swipe up Tywin's book.

"But…"

"I am more than happy with my marriage thank you, and I would be happier had you not interrupted," Harry pouted.

"It is not right, before you are married," Rhaegar coughed.

"Especially with how fertile our family are, you will probably end up pregnant the first time you two have sex," Brandon huffed.

"That is something I look forward to," Tywin smiled a little at Harry when he glanced up at him unsurely. "Hopefully you can give me children with actual brains," He added softly into Harry's ear as he kissed his temple.

Harry smiled contentedly up at him before turning back in time to see Brandon's grey eyes watching them intently. His brother nodded after a few moments making Harry smile a little wider and happier as he realised that while Brandon clearly did not understand his choice, he was content to trust Harry on it, and could see his happiness.

---

"Lyanna has asked that we send for Harrison," Elia said as she flew out of the birthing room. Tywin and Rhaegar were alarmed at the blood covering her, at least until she clapped her hands getting their attention.

"Harrison, why?" Rhaegar frowned, straining to look into the room.

"The birth is not going well, both Lyanna and the babe are in trouble, she believes Harrison's magic could help," Elia explained quickly.

"Send for Lord Harrison, now," Rhaegar ordered one of the servants who raced out the room like a dragon was on his heels.

They stood in uncomfortable silence for long minutes, Elia had insisted on being part of the birthing party to deliver her children's half-sibling despite having spent little time with Lyanna or Rhaegar since everything had been revealed. It was the middle of the night and Tywin had been awoken by banging on his door informing him that the second Queen had gone into labour.

"What is happening?" Harry raced into the room dressed only in his nightshirt.

"The babe is in distress, we can't get them out, and we are worried for both of them, Lyanna thinks your magic may help," Elia explained quickly.

"I will do everything I can for both of them," Harry spared a moment to squeeze Rhaegar's shoulder, before to Tywin's shock turning and squeezing his hands tightly, understanding in his eyes before he raced into the birthing room.

Tywin and Rhaegar shoved their way in as well, Elia warning Rhaegar to stay back and out the way before hurrying to help Harry. Tywin was constantly surprised by his young fiance in the weeks since their engagement, so cunning and sneaky, not afraid to go for the proverbial jugular, but could also be so kind and thoughtful. He had spared a second when his sister was in distress in labour to give some comfort to Tywin having obviously realised the bad memories of Joanna this had to be bringing up.

Tywin watched a little awed as Harry's hands started a low green glow before he swept them over Lyanna's stomach, muttering comforting words to the clearly exhausted and panicking woman who suddenly looking so much younger, sweat drenching her face and soaking her hair as she tried her hardest to bring the babe into the world.

There was blood, too much blood and Tywin was worried that there was far too much, even with Harry's magic, and he had the slightly sharp thought that everything that had happened because of Rhaegar and Lyanna's marriage might all have been for nought. At least until he looked at the face of his King. The young man that he had watched grow up to be kind and generous despite his father, the young man who he had tutored and taught, for whom he had felt fatherly pride on more than one occasion, who was now looking terrified.

"Why must this happen with every birth of my children," Rhaegar whispered achingly.

"They are going to do everything that they can for her, have faith, she is a tough girl, and she has a lot to fight for," Tywin gripped his shoulder and held on as they turned back.

Harry's magic seemed to be flowing all around Lyanna now, and the young man was sweating and looking as though he were in pain himself as he muttered softly under his breath, his green eyes tightly shut in concentration.

Something seemed to have eased from Lyanna, and Elia wiped her forehead before taking her hand, talking to her encouragingly as the midwives told them that the bleeding was slowing down.

They all held their breaths as Lyanna pushed over the next half an hour, until finally, finally there was a loud cry as the midwives snatched up the baby, quickly snipping the cord and hurrying the baby off to check them over after so many problems.

Harry stayed over Lyanna who was laying panting and sobbing softly, still working his magic over his sister as she fell exhaustedly back into the pillows, Elia brushing her forehead off with cooling cloths.

Rhaegar stood there, completely unsure whether to go to his wives as the midwives checked over Lyanna, or the babe where the other midwives were fussing over them.

"You need to stop him, he is exhausted," Lyanna panted at Tywin, looking up at Harry's almost grey face in concern.

Tywin needed no more than that to stride across the room, his eyes having been locked on Harry for nearly the whole time. He did not try and talk to the young man, or pull him away. He simply threw his own dressing robe around Harry's shoulders and lifted him into his arms, green eyes snapping open to meet his own as Tywin stepped back.

"No, Tywin I can…" Harry pressed far too weakly against his chest, reaching his hand out for his sister.

"I am fine, I am fine Harry," Lyanna caught the hand and squeezed it. "Thank you, thank you for helping," She sobbed a little.

"You are my sister, I will always help you and my niece or nephew," Harry shook his head.

"Nephew," The midwife smiled walking over. "A health little boy," She said pressing the babe into Lyanna's arms.

"You are doing well," The midwife said from between Lyanna's legs, pulling away and wiping her hands. "You are going to be on bed rest for a little while, but whatever Lord Stark did, it managed to heal you enough that you will be fine," She smiled.

"A boy," Rhaegar stepped forward, easing himself carefully onto the other side of the bed to Elia and gazing at the babe in Lyanna's arms.

"A healthy boy," Elia smiled, the hurt that was normally in her face when the babe was brought up missing as she gazed at the little boy.

"Thanks to you," Rhaegar looked up at Harry.

"Anything for family," Harry smiled tiredly.

"We will leave you to your new babe, Harry needs rest," Tywin said concerned, looking over his fiance.

"Yes, we will see you….far later in the day," Rhaegar laughed exhaustedly himself, gazing at the sun that was just breaking the horizon.

"Tywin, I can walk," Harry muttered turned as Tywin started carrying him down the corridor, clearly intending to carry him the whole way.

"You can not, you are exhausted and far too pale. You're also worryingly light," Tywin scowled.

"I am ok, just tired," Harry cupped his face gently, smiling when Tywin looked at him. "I am sorry for worrying you, especially given the situation,"

"You are worried about me after what you just did, when it was your sister and nephew in danger," Tywin shook his head.

"I will always worry about you, especially in situations that I know must bring up horrific memories for you," Harry said tiredly, resting his head on Tywin's shoulder. The Lord looked down at his precious armful, wondering how he had been lucky enough for this special man to march himself into his life and audition to be his husband, to care for him.

"That was amazing, what you did," Tywin said as he turned into the door he was aiming for, nodding at the guards who quickly opened it for them, if they were a little wide eyed at the sight.

"Mmmm, a lot of people are put off by my magic, it is common, but not that common," Harry muttered, his eyes shut now.

"It was wonderful," Tywin assured him, easing him down onto the bed, and swept his sweaty fringe away from his face as Harry sank into the mattress with a groan, half asleep already. "Harry, am I ok to take off your nightshirt to wash you down before you fall asleep,"

"Would be nice, feel horrid," Harry muttered, cracking open an eye before it fluttered shut again.

"You were very impressive," Tywin said softly as he peeled Harry out of his nightshirt, fighting down his body's reaction to seeing Harry bare before him for the first time. He was more beautiful than Tywin had imagined, and he had been imagining a lot over the last few weeks since his unexpected engagement, especially as Harry had taken to the Southern style of clothing like a duck to water but included his own style in the slightly revealing outfits, while Brandon was still wearing wool and cloaks, clearly not fully comfortable in the Southern court. He licked his lips as he cast his eyes over the muscled chest, dusky pink nipples that begged to be licked and nipped, that trim stomach he wanted to run his tongue along, the long, lithe legs that felt amazing wrapped around his waist when they were clothed, he could only imagine how it would feel when they were both naked and he was pressing himself into Harry's hot, tight body.

He shook his head and concentrated on washing Harry down with the water from his washbasin, making sure to wash off the sweat that had built on Harry's skin and had to be cooling and making him feel uncomfortable, not that he noticed right now considering he was fast asleep and snoring a little.

Tywin rolled his eyes at himself as he found himself thinking that his snoring was a little adorable, this minx had twisted him around his fingers with his intelligence and cunning, his sharp mind and his courage, but at the same time his kind heart and caring nature. His loyalty to family ties would be an asset to Tywin and the Lannisters.

Really, he would have thought that Harry had bewitched him had he been stupider, as it was the only magic was his husband to be's own charm and personality.

With a sigh he threw the washcloth into the basin and moved to ensure that the curtains were tightly shut before going to inform the guards that they were not to enter unless there was an absolute emergency, and passed a message to the Palace kitchen for food to be ready to go for whenever it was sent for as he was sure that Harry was going to be starving when he woke up.

That dealt with, he retreated back to bed.

---

Harry woke up feeling woolly-headed and his body was aching making him whine and groan a little, he knew the feeling, he had done too much magic and nearly drained himself. It was like swimming through quick mud, and he curled in on himself a little as he tried to remember what had happened this time.

It slowly came back to him as the ache eased a little in his body, though his mouth was parched and his head was aching. He remembered being summoned from bed, being told that Lyanna was in labour and that she and the babe were in trouble, draining himself to heal her and ease the way of the babe while calming it down considering he had been able to feel its tiny heart thumping far too hard for its little body. He had a vague memory of being broken from his magic when someone simply lifted him from his feet...Tywin.

He flushed a little when he realised that his fiance had carried him through the castle and had placed him into bed, he felt as though he was burning up when he remembered agreeing to Tywin stripping him and washing him down.

He would excuse his lack of awareness later as his magical exhaustion when it took him far too long to realise that he was not alone in bed, and that there was another body in bed with him, pressed firmly against his back, an arm thrown over his stomach holding him firmly to a muscled chest.

"Took you long enough," Tywin chuckled against his ear as Harry squeaked and tried to turn to see who was in bed with him. He relaxed a little realising that it was Tywin, though he burned even hotter with his blush when he realised that it was his fiance holding him while he was completely naked, and Tywin was wearing his night shirt.

"Tywin?" His voice was embarrassingly high.

"Yes,"

"Why are we sleeping together?" Harry managed to say a little calmer, even though he let out a disappointed sound when Tywin moved.

"I behaved myself quite well while washing you down and getting to see your delightful body for the first time, however I am not a good man, and I was not going to pass up the chance of getting to sleep with you in my arms. Besides you're in my bed, where would I sleep?" He added smugly moving from the bed as Harry lifted his head and squinted around the room, realising that he was indeed not in his rooms here in the Keep. The luxurious rooms most definitely belonged to Tywin.

"Thank you!" Harry groaned when Tywin perched on the bed in front of him this time, holding out a large cup of water. He sat up against the headboard with a whine before taking the cup in slightly trembling hands and drained it.

"I was also worried about you, I wanted to be close at hand incase you needed anything," Tywin said far more seriously, a concerned look on his face as he went to retrieve the water jug to refill the cup.

"It is just magical exhaustion, I will be fine in a few days, just a little achy and sore till then," Harry sighed.

He blinked when Tywin narrowed his eyes at him before he stood and left the room after refilling Harry's cup again. He had just finished the water when Tywin walked back in, shutting the door a little firmer than needed as he climbed back onto the bed and wrapped Harry in his arms.

The younger man tensed for a moment, before he found himself sinking into those strong arms, pressing himself against Tywin as the other's body under his helped shift his position and ease some of the ache that he was feeling. He gripped onto Tywin's nightshirt as he sank into him, breathing in the scent of the older man, his scent purely him and not mixed with the oils he used during the day. He did not expect to find it as attractive as he did, especially considering he felt as though he had been put through a wringer, but he did.

"How often have you had magical exhaustion?" Tywin asked with a forced calm that had Harry remembering the expression on his face before he had left the room.

"A few times, more when I was younger and didn't realise that I could say no, or tell people that I had to stop," Harry said softly, curling a little more into Tywin.

"They made you feel like you had to use your magic to help them?" Tywin guessed.

"Yes. The Witch born Stark. I had to be good for something considering I was obviously never going to be a warrior," Harry sighed.

"No one will make you do anything that you don't want to do again," Tywin's arms tightened around Harry firmly, almost to the point of too tight. "Except me, you will do what I tell you and behave," He added with a teasing smirk as Harry narrowed his eyes at him.

"If you expect me to behave, you're going to be sorely disappointed," Harry warned.

"Oh, I don't know, I think I will quite enjoy the push and pull between us," Tywin smirked darkly as Harry's cheeks turned bright red at his words.

"I think I will too," Harry chuckled dropping his head onto Tywin's chest with a sigh.

"Ok?" Tywin asked rubbing Harry's back gently as he tugged the covers a little higher over Harry's waist with his other hand.

"Aside from being aware of the fact that I am completely naked, and you are not, yes,"

"Do you feel uncomfortable with that?" Tywin asked with a note of concern in his voice.

"Only in the fact that it is arousing, and I have no blood to spare right now," Harry huffed.

"Far too tempting," Tywin snorted. Before Harry could answer there was a knock on the door. "Enter," He called, carrying on rubbing Harry's back when he felt him tense.

The servant kept their eyes lowered as they brought the tray in, placing it on the table that Tywin motioned to before hurrying out, shutting the door firmly behind him.

"You realise that the fact I am in your bedroom naked is going to be around the castle in a blink," Harry snorted.

"Yes, but with the excitement of the baby it will take a while to reach your families ears. Unless it is your reputation that you are concerned about?" Tywin asked.

"What reputation, Witchborn Stark remember?" Harry snorted again. He shuffled as Tywin eased him back onto the bed before getting up and heading over to the massive tray.

"Have people treated you badly for it?" Tywin asked curiously.

"Yes and no. In the North, magic is a more accepted thing, though not something that is really common, I was always treated with caution in the North. In the South I was treated as a mixture of an oddity, a threat and something to be possessed," Harry blinked tiredly at Tywin from where he was laying on his stomach while the Lord placed the tray down onto the bed.

"I wish to possess you for your mind, does that make you dislike me?" Tywin asked as he started rubbing Harry's back again, watching the younger's face relaxing as his eyes closed again. Thick black lashes fluttered before laying over his pale cheeks.

"I wish to possess you for the same thing, so not really," It took Tywin a moment to realise Harry was answering his question, and his lips ticked upwards in response to the cheeky smile gracing Harry's lips.

"Well as long as we are even. Now, you need to have something to eat," Tywin prompted Harry to roll over and sit up, picking through the tray for something light.

"Does it bother you? My magic?" Harry asked softly halfway through eating the soup he and Tywin had negotiated on him eating.

"No, I am merely curious, and I want to learn more about you, I want to learn everything about you. We are going to be bonded, and I find myself more and more fascinated and...enthralled by you by the day. Your magic is a part of you, and hopefully will be part of any child that we have," Tywin answered honestly.

"Hmm, could make for an interesting future for our family," Harry hummed.

"Oh, and what future do you plan for them?" Tywin asked as he nibbled on the toast he had taken when Harry had dismissed it for his hungry stomach.

"Hmm, plan? Whatever do you mean?" Harry smirked fluttering his eyelashes at Tywin making the older man snort.

"Had you not figured out my chessboard that some of the greatest minds of Westeros have looked over and not caught onto I would believe that, as it is I know better now,"

"Are you calling me one of the greatest minds in Westeros?" Harry blushed a little.

"Yes," Tywin said simply. "Between us, life is definitely going to be interesting," He added with a smirk.

"That I think it will be," Harry chuckled.

"So, what future do you plan for our children?"

"Hmm, probably not our children, but our grandchildren, if we move things right and play it right, could end up on the Iron Throne," Harry took another few bites of his bread roll as he watched Tywin's mind spinning, watching him intently.

"That is aiming high," Tywin said without really commenting.

"The time of the Targaryens being purely Targaryen is gone, I gave Rhaegar some research that I found from Bravos that indicates madness can be caused by family creating children together," Harry said.

"What?" Tywin asked sharply, his eyes narrowing.

"I can get another copy of the research for you to give to Jamie, but yes, the closer in relation, the worse it is,"

"I hate how to the point with the whole situation you are. It is the shame of my name and you talk about it as though it is nothing," Tywin grimaced.

"That shame is on them, not on you. They are adults and have made the choice, it does not reflect on you," Harry said firmly.

"I should have taught them better," Tywin frowned.

"I am sure that you taught them well, but sometimes that does not make the difference,"

"Joanna and I were related, first cousins," Tywin frowned.

"According to the research I found that that is still too close," Harry said a little apologetically.

"It causes madness?" Tywin asked.

"The more interbreeding the worse it gets, the madness of the Targaryens are proof of its worse. Particularly the 'mad king'," Harry nodded.

"And you have told Rhaegar this?" Tywin asked, turning the conversation slightly to the side.

"Yes. I think the time of only Targaryen marriages is finishing, and that leaves only opportunity. After all, should one of our children or grandchildren marry into the Targaryen line, they won't be a threat as they are not Lannister heirs, but give it a little more time, and the right situations, and the line might bear the Targaryen name, but they will be lions at heart," Harry set his bowl to the side.

"You are…" Harry was fairly sure that Tywin's next words were going to be very heated going by the expression on his face, however he would not get to hear it considering the sound of slamming doors and shouting reached their ears.

"Harry!" The younger man sighed at the sound of his brother's voice. Brandon slammed the door open and stood there glaring ever darker at the sight of Harry laying on the Lannister Lord's bed, chest bare with the covers pulled over his waist, the Lannister Lord himself laying on top of the covers next to him wearing only a night shirt and a robe.

"Good Morning," Harry beamed pleasantly. Tywin lowered his head and bit his lip hiding a smile.

"Good morning...good morning...it is afternoon and...and do not good morning me! You are in his bed!" Brandon pointed a finger at Tywin.

"Yes I am, well noticed, we are having breakfast, though going by what you said, it is more lunch," Harry nodded.

"You are not married yet!" Branson spluttered.

"Also well observed,"

"This is inappropriate! He is taking advantage of you!" Brandon stabbed his finger at Tywin now.

"Pft as if anyone could, I would burn his cock off before I allowed him or anyone to do something that I don't want them to do," Harry snorted.

"Is that something you can do?" Tywin asked curiously.

"In theory yes, the closest I have come is some nasty burns when someone wouldn't take no for an answer," Harry hummed.

"And who was that?" Tywin asked nonchalantly.

"I am not going to tell you that so that you can ruin their lives, they already look as though they dipped their cock in wax," Harry huffed amused.

"Harry, don't ignore me, or try and gloss over the fact that this is completely inappropriate, you are not married yet, a date has not even been set! You can not be sharing a bed together! What will people say!"

"I will make sure that they won't even think about looking at Harry wrong never mind talking about him if they wish to start suggesting things," Tywin rolled his eyes.

"And what about your reputation?" Harry asked Tywin.

"My reputation has been ruined for years," Tywin smirked at Harry, the smirk taking a different tone when Harry's cheeks flushed darkly.

"Harry!" Brandon stamped his foot making Harry sigh.

"Brandon, I love you, and I appreciate how much you care, however Tywin has been nothing but a gentleman, aside from getting a sneaky perv after washing me down, and he looked after me after magical exhaustion hit me from helping Lyanna, and he did not wish to leave me by myself. Now you are interrupting my peaceful morning, and as much as I love you, you are getting annoying now. I am very naked under these covers and if you are not out of here in five seconds I will get up and give you an eyeful," Harry threatened.

"Harry!" Brandon seemed determined not to move until Harry threw back the blanket and started to stand. The yelping noise his brother let out before fleeing the room had Tywin smiling at his young betrothed who was looking incredibly pleased with himself, even as he urged the younger man to lay down again and covered the far too tempting sight.

"If you did not look like a stiff wind would knock you unconscious, you would most definitely not be safe with me," Tywin snorted. "I can not wait until we are married, and I can claim you as mine," He gripped Harry's chin and tilted it up, pressing a deep, and yet sweet kiss to Harry's lips, making the younger man groan and lean into him.

"We could try anyway?" Harry asked hopefully.

"As tempting as that is, I don't want my first time with you to end with you falling asleep halfway through," Tywin chuckled.

"True," Harry sighed dropping his head onto Tywin's chest, cautiously snuggling into him.

"I have not been with someone like this for a long time," Tywin said, but as Harry tensed uncertainly he wrapped his arms around his trim younger lover. "I did not realise how much I needed this, how lonely my life had become,"

Harry looked up a little and met those cat green eyes that were looking at him with something in them that Harry was fairly sure was growing love. It made his heart thump in his chest, it had been more than he had hoped for when he had made his move that day in Tywin's study.

"It is more than physical as well," Tywin ran his fingers through Harry's long hair, rubbing the base of his still slightly aching head soothingly. "Your mind, how you can keep up with me in conversation and even challenge me and point out things that I may have missed, it is refreshing, and something that I did not know I wanted. I loved Joanna, with all my heart, and I always will, but I am falling in love with you in a different way,"

"I would never expect to replace her in your heart, never, you love her, and there is nothing wrong with still loving her while you love me. I will be forever thankful to her, for she helped you become the man you are now, the man that I am falling in love with, she is a part of you, and so to love you is to love her as well. I think there is more than enough room in your heart for the two of us," Harry smiled cupping Tywin's face.

"Most people would deny I have a heart," Tywin said, his voice a little tight with emotion.

"We will keep that you do a secret between us," Harry grinned.

"Minx," Tywin chuckled. He combed his fingers through Harry's dark hair as he let out a large yawn. "Sleep now, you need more rest,"

"Mmm, ok," Harry sighed dropping his head onto Tywin's chest.

"I am not a cushion you know," Tywin huffed.

"You are now," Harry grinned.

---

"You...you...you absolute harlot! You think that you can spread your legs for my father and make him do whatever you want! I know this was you and I won't stand for it, I will have you killed, I will make you disappear and no one will know!"

Harry blinked at the furious blonde woman standing in his living room doorway, only a few years younger than him. She was beautiful, yes, but there was something twisted in her beauty, a rot lying beneath the surface. He tilted his head slightly looking at the daughter of his betrothed intently. That rot could be stopped where it was, or it could become far, far worse. Unfortunately, time would only tell which way it would go, he could only hope that separating her and Jamie would stop the rot in her.

"I believe that you have just announced to my guards that if something happens to me, it will be you, you have hardly made it secret," Harry said dryly.

"They are Lannister guards, they are loyal to me!" Cersei smirked.

Harry glanced over at Leo, the head of his guard with a raised eyebrow, the man rolled his eyes at him. "No, they are loyal to your father,"

"They are loyal to the Lannisters!"

"Of whom I am practically one, and they are loyal to your father who is the head of the Lannister house. Besides, what have you done for them to earn their loyalty?" Harry tilted his head.

"Done for them, why would I do something for them? They are lucky to serve us and honoured to have their places," Cersei sneered.

"And that is why they will have no loyalty for you besides honouring their word to your father. Do you know any of their names?" Harry raised an eyebrow, the soldiers around the room shuffling a little uncomfortably at technically being the centre of the conversation.

"I...of course I do,"

"Name one of these men," Harry waved his hand at them.

"L...L...Luke!" Cersei said with false certainty.

"Leon, he has been with your father for 20 years now, and his grandfather worked with House Lannister as well, Leon has earned the same position that his grandfather held by talent and loyalty, his wife is named Narmia and he has three sons and a daughter, Kelis, Jonus, Gornus and Kelia,"

"And...and him?!" Cersei pointed at another soldier. The men watching him curiously now.

"That is Alexandios, he is from Dorne but came to work for your father ten years ago and he has been a loyal soldier ever since, he has saved your father's life five times in those years, he has a lover Davide, who is one of the servants back at Casterly Rock," Harry answered promptly.

"Him?" Cersei pointed to another.

"Petro, he has been in House Lannister's service for eleven, no twelve, years now, he was born and raised in Tywin's lands and as a fifth son sought to make his own way in life, he did so by proving to be a brave and loyal soldier to Tywin, and so has reached an impressive level within Tywin's Household guard, he has a son and a baby on the way with his wife Helia,"

"How...what?"

"People are not things, they are not nameless, faceless objects for you to order around and move as though they have no wishes, desires, dreams and wants of their own. To inspire loyalty, true loyalty you need to know people, to understand them, and give as much as you wish to take. There is no loyalty or love in subjugation,"

"Your Northern ideals have no place in the South," Cersei sneered.

"It has nothing to do with Northern, Southern, Easten, Western or across the sea. It is human. It does not matter where you come from, how you were brought up, rich or poor, we all want to be treated with respect and as a fellow human being," Harry stood now, and though there was not much height difference between them he towered over Cersei. "You are a little girl playing at a larger game that you don't understand, and you will never understand because your instincts are wholly and completely selfish, you care for nothing more than your desires and your wants, even if it comes at the sake of the person that you claim you love. You may love Jamie yes, but your love for yourself and your desire for power completely overrides everything else, and in the end that will always be your weakness, and that weakness can be the downfall of House Lannister, and that is something that I will not allow. Yes, you are correct, I was the one that came up with the idea of sending you to marry Doran, to put as much land between you and Jamie as possible before you bring down this House,"

"It is not your House!" Cersei shrieked.

"But it is to become his House, and he shows more loyalty and understanding of what it is to be Lannister than you who were born to it," Tywin said softly from the doorway.

"Father I…"

"Was here to threaten to murder my betrothed," Tywin said sharply, stepping inside, and revealing Jamie at his back. "We heard it all,"

"That isn't what I...I didn't," Cersei stammered.

"You did, and you meant it. Leave us," Tywin nodded to his men. They moved quickly out of the room, shutting the doors behind them. "I have allowed this to go unspoken for too long, mainly because I was not here after being forced away, and now because I have been trying to secure our House and your futures. But you have not come to your senses and now it needs saying. This has to stop, you are going to not only destroy our House but more importantly, you risk destroying yourselves!"

"Father we aren't…" Jamie started to deny but Tywin spun on him.

"Do not take me for a fool boy, you are and you have been. And if Harry was able to work it out, others will be able to as well, even though Harry's intelligence is far above nearly all of them,"

"So he blackmailed you into this, we could kill him and you would not have to marry him," Cersei chirped up promptly.

The frustration and incredulousness that went through Tywin were worth it when he caught the look on Jamie's face as he looked at his sister, her eagerness concerning.

"I am falling in love with Harry," Tywin said after a few beats of silence in the room where Cersei was looking more and more triumphant. "I love his intelligence and the fact that he challenges me. He did not blackmail me, even though he could have tried to, but he was far too clever to know that that would not have ended well for him. Instead, he proved that he belongs at my side. This conversation is not about my marriage to Harry, which will take place come what may, this is the discussion of your relationship, and the fact that you're going to destroy each other and this House,"

"But the Targaryans intermarried," Cersei scowled.

"And look what happened to their line," Harry sighed settling back into his seat.

"What?" Jamie frowned at him.

"Their intermarrying is the reason for the madness that haunts their line. It is a new science that is being looked into, but there is already definite proof that marrying family causes madness in any children that they have," Tywin answered.

"If he…"

"Harry brought me the information, yes, but I have looked into it myself, and spoken to those looking into this," Tywin sighed sitting down next to his betrothed. "It is true. I have brought this to Rhaegar to warn him against intermarrying any of his children, and I am...troubled that I have to have this conversation with you. Looking to the Targaryens as an example is not something that you should be doing. I am separating you both for your own good, this relationship can not continue. It is wrong, and it is going to destroy the two of you," Tywin said firmly.

"Father…"

"I am...I can not pretend that I understand this, but I do not want to hurt you, I am not doing this to hurt you. But it has to stop, if anyone else finds out you will both be destroyed, and so your future will be destroyed along with our House, and if you..produce children together you may as well be cursing them, and should it be found out after you have produced them, how do you think people will react to them?" Tywin shook his head.

"Maybe...maybe they have a point," Jamie said quietly looking at Cersei.

"No! No I will not!" Cersei shrieked. "You belong to me!"

"I belong to no one Cersei," Jamie frowned taking a step back.

"This is not a discussion daughter, you will leave for Dorne in a week to marry. You will be guarded until then, both of you, to make sure that no child is produced in that time," Tywin sighed.

"You can not control me like this!" Cersei threw the door open and stormed away, three guards following her right away.

"Father I…" Jamie was looking ashamed as he stared at his feet.

"I am...as I said, I can't understand it, but...the situation that you were in, the stress that you had to be under...I think perhaps a clean slate is what is needed, you have a few years before your bride is of marrying age, I wish for you to stay by my side and learn from me, the way that I should have taught you. But this has to finish, I am asking this as your father, nothing more,"

"I...promise father, it will," Jamie was staring at his feet still, and so started when a smaller, gentle hand took his.

"I can get you the information that I got for Tywin in regard to intermarrying if you would like? If not then I will make sure that it does not come across your path," Harry offered gently.

"You won't make me read it?" Jamie frowned flicking his eyes from Harry to his father. But as Tywin opened his mouth, his expression clearly saying that he would make him, Harry answered for him.

"Whatever the reason, you clearly love Cersei, that is something that we can not understand in the fact that you are brother and sister, but I love your father, and I can understand the draw, and more importantly how hard it would be to give that up. You always have a choice, and in the end, you will know the right choice for yourself,"

"I want...I want to read it...to understand for the...for the future, Cersei won't give in easily and I...I struggle to deny her," Jamie was flushed with humiliation.

"I will get you the information. Benjen is heading here to take your place on the Kings Guard, perhaps it would be a good show for Jamie to leave with some Lannister guards to escort him?" Harry suggested looking over his shoulder at Tywin.

The Hand of the King was looking at him with so much heat in his gaze that Harry's cheeks turned bright red. "I think that is a good idea, if that is something that you are happy to do?" Tywin looked at his son who blinked back at him shocked.

"I...yes...yes I would like that," Jamie nodded. "He is to be my...step-uncle in law, and I think I would like to be out of Kings Landing for a while. Can...can I say goodbye to Cersei before I leave?" He asked quietly.

"Yes, you may say goodbye in my Council chambers, they will be big enough for you to have privacy to speak, but there will be guards in the room to ensure that that is all that happens," Tywin gripped his shoulder.

"I need a little time. I am sorry Father, if I have disappointed you," Jamie dropped his head.

"You are my son Jamie, I am struggling to understand, but I am not disappointed in you, I will only be disappointed if you make the wrong choice now that you have been given evidence and it has been explained as to why this is such a bad idea," Tywin said slowly.

"Harry is good for you," Jamie smiled a little before turning and hurrying away.

"Hmm, he is right," Tywin wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.

"You would have dealt with that fine," Harry shook his head.

"No, I wouldn't have. I would have ordered and barked at him, and pushed him into her arms, despite everything, your approach...you gave him the semblance of control while making sure that he made the right choice, thank you," Tywin gripped Harry's chin with one hand and tilted his head back so that he could seal their lips together.

"This...this is highly inappropriate!" Brandon spluttered making Harry sigh into Tywin's mouth, pulling back to see his brother standing in the doorway, having been passing on his way to a meeting going by the scrolls at his feet, looking apoplectic.

"It was a kiss Brandon! I happen to know that you have done far more and far worse!" Harry huffed glowering at his brother. He tried to ignore the touch of Tywin's hand around his chin, his fingers stroking now as he narrowed his green eyes on Harry's brother.

"Are you sure he does not have magic as well, he seems to have skill at coming across us when we are kissing," Tywin huffed.

"Kissing! I found you in bed together!" Brandon spluttered.

"And you have done nothing with Catelyn to make her so dedicated to you?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "The girl practically falls apart every time she sees you,"

"That is different, you are my brother!"

"And I am perfectly capable of looking after myself. Your concern is appreciated and I love you, but shoo!" Harry rolled his eyes waving his hand and shutting the door in his brother's spluttering face.

"Delicious," Tywin chuckled, spinning Harry around and claiming his lips again.

---

Harry was feeling more than a little light-headed as he stood outside the doors to the sept, he felt swallowed in robes, robes that were covered in meanings, meanings created by Tywin of course, he was covered in lions, red and gold with hints of his own grey. It could have been swallowing and domineering, encompassing, had Harry been standing here against his will.

As it was he had fallen in love with the man waiting for him inside the sept, the last five months together had made sure of that, and he was looking forward to their marriage, even if he was not looking forward to this public display that was unfortunately necessary when marrying the Hand of the King, and when Harry was the brother of the Queen.

Harry and Tywin had both wanted to be married earlier, however, they had had to wait their turn so to speak, the celebration for Lyanna and Rhaegar's son Jaehaerys had happened, Harry had found himself spending most of the ceremony and time with Queen Elia, the friendship that the two of them had formed becoming stronger and stronger the longer that they spent together, their friendship exceedingly close, and meant a lot to Harry, he found himself spending more time with Elia than he did with his own sister.

As it was Elia was part of his wedding group, standing beside him looking beautiful in red and gold and wearing a pleased, happy smile that was becoming more and more common as she spent more and more time with Harry and Tywin, and got used to the situation that she had been forced into.

The marriage of Cersei and Doran had been next and had been pushed through, mainly to ensure that she was as far away from Jamie as possible. Then had been the knighting of the King's Guard. Then Ned and Jon Arryn's marriage considering the age of the older man it had definitely been needed for them to marry quickly, and they wanted to tie Veil to the crown given the noises that Robert Baratheon had been making, and how close Jon Arryn was to the man.

Robert's marriage had been next when he had realised that they had removed all chance of allies from him, Lysa Tully had not seemed best pleased, but it was not the worse marriage that she could have made.

They had had a chance at slipping their marriage into the madness a little earlier, but Harry had put stops to that considering he and Tywin had been arguing over Tyrion at the time. The Lannister Lord had disliked how much Harry cared for the young child, and how much the four year old had latched onto Harry when shown some love and care. Harry had refused to marry Tywin when the chance had come as Tywin had ordered him not to spend time with Tyrion. The young Stark had narrowed his eyes at the Lord, and walked out, and refused to spend any time in private with him, while smiling overly brightly and being overly submissive and cordial and pleasant in public. As he had expected the Lord had given in before he had.

The argument that they had had was loud, furious and Harry had feared that this was the end of his marriage and relationship with the man. They had both exchanged harsh words. But then Tywin had taken Harry in his arms, and softer, apologetic, understanding words had been exchanged between them.

The next week had been shaky and uncertain for them both, but they had managed to reach an understanding, and finally an agreement. Tywin was...cool with Tyrion, but Harry cared for the young boy who was not at fault for anything that had happened between his mother and the mad king. He hoped he could change Tywin's thoughts on the boy, but he would not, could not, force the matter either.

They had missed their chance there for their wedding, and then as Rickard started to get much better, it had been agreed that they should wait for him to be in good health to be able to attend the wedding.

As soon as the healers had announced Rickard was healed enough, Tywin had had the wedding ready to go with mind spinning swiftness, the who's who of Westeros who were desperate to be in place for the wedding of the Hand of the King and the Lannister Lord and the brother of one of their Queens', and they had dashed their way across the country to be at the wedding.

"Are you ok?" Rickard asked gently taking his son's hand.

"A little stunned," Harry laughed.

"And this is really what you want?" Rickard checked for the last time.

"Yes, definitely," Harry said firmly. "I could just do without...all this," he sighed motioning towards the sept.

"Not long, and you will be married, you just need to make it through this," His father took his hand squeezing it gently before settling it into the crook of his arm. "My son, marrying Tywin Lannister," he shook his head bemused.

"And has him twined around his little finger," Elia laughed.

"I nearly asked them to check me back over when I realised that," Rickard chuckled.

"Hush you two," Harry snorted before sighing. "We had better get this over with,"

"I hope that that is not how it sounds, father will be so disappointed," Jamie smiled as he stepped over to them.

"You know it is not, I am not looking forward to...all this," Harry groaned waving his hand at the door. "Thank the gods that your father enjoys planning these types of things,"

"I never thought I would see the day where Father happily handed over his Hand duties for a while to someone else and planned his wedding instead," Jamie shook his head.

"It is a skill I have," Harry winked.

"It is time," Brandon said as the music swelled up within the sept, slipping out of the doors.

"Ready?" Jamie asked taking his place at Elia's side.

"Yes," Harry groaned.

"Not long and you can get to the fun part," Brandon rolled his eyes.

"I did not hear that," Rickard said cheerfully.

"How is Tywin?" Harry asked Brandon quickly.

"Amusingly nervous," His brother chuckled before the doors opened and they were swept into the ritual of the day.

---

"Ok?" Tywin asked Harry, lifting their joined hands to kiss the back of it.

"Yes, just a little tired from everything, I told you that I prefer keeping in the shadows," Harry smiled. "I am happy with the consequences of the day though, husband,"

"Husband, that is definitely something that I believe I will not become tired of hearing from your sweet lips," Tywin smiled at him, one of his rare, true smiles that he allowed in public, gazing with unmistakable love into Harry's eyes.

"I hope you realise that love songs, poems and epics are being written about the two of you by the hundred as we speak," Elia laughed from Harry's other side.

"Hmm?" Harry blinked at her.

"You are feeding the romantics with all the ammunition that they need to write about the love between you two," She laughed.

"I have already heard a few, the Great Lion and the Gentle Wolf," Brandon grimaced.

"Hear that, Gentle Wolf," Harry grinned nudging Tywin.

"Oh how deluded they are," Rickard sighed from beside Tywin.

"Hey!" Harry protested.

"I am not surprised that you tormented poor Tywin into marrying you, you had terrified all the Northern Lords into just obeying you while they were not sure that it was actually you that they should be terrified of, you must have been getting bored," Rickard chuckled.

"Tormented!" Harry squawked. "You're meant to be on my side!"

"I have a good son to sympathise with now," Rickard patted Tywin on the back who was fighting to laugh himself.

"I shall remember that father!" Harry narrowed his eyes.

"I am lucky that you love me," Rickard waved his hand.

"Pft, I wouldn't count on that," Harry pouted.

"I love you, does that ease the pain?" Tywin smiled.

"A little," Harry smiled.

"Just a little?"

"I can think of something else that coul…"

"Don't need to hear anymore," Rickard groaned holding his hands up.

"It would be suitable punishment," Harry glared playfully.

"Before you traumatise your father more, perhaps we are ready to retire?" Tywin asked. Harry felt a flash of nerves go through him, but also of excitement, and he nodded shyly.

"I am surprised with the wedding being apparently political as it is that no one has called for a bedding ceremony," Rickard frowned.

"I dared anyone to breathe those words, my husband is for my eyes only, no one else's," Tywin narrowed his eyes around the room, no doubt picking out a few people who had clearly made the suggestion to him.

"Thank you," Harry said softly leaning over to kiss Tywin's cheek.

"I would never see you humiliated like that," Tywin said firmly.

"I know," Harry smiled.

"Come," Tywin stood, helping Harry to his feet, and a cheer went around the room as they realised that their wedding couple were leaving for the night, clearly to consummate their marriage.

Elia winked at Harry, their conversations about tonight having cemented their friendship as Elia realised how innocent Harry was, her coming from Dorne, and being sister to Oberyn, helping give him some knowledge and advice of what to expect tonight, and how he could try and make it good for Tywin as well.

"You are quiet," Tywin said, shutting the door behind them to what was now their bed chambers, not just Tywin's. This was shown even more by the fact that Harry's belongings had been transferred during the day, and were sitting in their chosen places where they had been instructed to go.

"I am a little nervous," Harry admitted.

"Of what?" Tywin asked stripping out of his fancy outer robes, dropping them onto the dressing chair.

"That I will not be able to pleasure you," Harry said softly.

"Harry, just being with you, being inside your beautiful body, finally completely tying us together will pleasure me," Tywin said lowly, tipping his chin up and sealing their lips together, the kiss hot and searing, lighting the fire of arousal inside of Harry that always simmered for this handsome, powerful, smart and dangerous man, and this time, there was nothing stopping them.

Harry gasped when Tywin gripped the front of his robes and ripped them open impatiently, his lips reclaiming Harry's impatiently as he stripped away the clothing, throwing it to the side, his hands gripped Harry, stroking and caressing, driving Harry higher into his arousal.

Tywin was viciously consuming with his kisses, balancing on the edge of being too much, of threatening to consume Harry, and the younger man who was used to being the one to dominate over others, no matter how silently, surrendered happily to his older husband and his passions.

Tywin quickly had him stripped bare, naked for the second time in front of him, his bare chest muscled and firm under Harry's curious fingers, a dusting of golden hair with the hints of white matching the hair on his head soft under his fingers. He arched into Tywin with a gasp when clever fingers pinched and rolled one of his nipples, pinching just on the side of pain before rubbing it gently with his thumb.

"Tywin!" Harry gasped, sliding his fingers into Tywin's hair, arching into his touch.

"Perfect," Tywin rumbled as he lifted Harry onto their bed, looking down at his delicious younger husband, writhing and flushed, hard for him already. "What do you think, will we conceive tonight? I admit that my dreams have been filled with the thought of you, swollen and heavy with my child, proof that you belong to me, I would love to keep you pregnant, keep you tied to my bed,"

"Tywin," Harry twitched with pleasure, automatically bending his legs up for his husband.

"So perfect," Tywin growled, sounding far more like the lion of his house than a man. He stripped himself of his trousers, throwing them to the side, climbing onto the bed between those parted legs, and worked on taking his young husband apart again with his kisses. "Were it just your body I loved, that is what I would do, but I love your brain, your mind, your clever, clever tongue,"

"Tywin!" Harry whined pleadingly, reaching up to tug him back down.

"What…" Tywin sat up when his fingers brushed against Harry's entrance, planning on teasing him, but instead finding him already wet and seemingly ready for him.

"I asked Elia for advice for tonight...when I went to the change earlier, I prepared myself for you, I thought you might…" Harry's nervous words were cut off by a firm, heated kiss that said everything about how Tywin felt about his surprise.

"Ready?" He asked, impatience clear in his voice, but a gentleness there as well, and Harry was sure that if he said no his husband would stop.

"Yes!" Harry whined wrapping his legs around Tywin's waist. He closed his eyes from the slightly uncomfortable feeling of being filled and stretched for the first time, he gasped and arched as Tywin's thick cock filled him fully, the feeling of his hips pressed firmly to Harry's, his cock pressed against Harry's prostate, what he was sure he was his prostate, and the uncomfortable feeling eased as pleasure sparked and fizzed through his body. "Move, please, please, please,"

"I have you," Tywin whispered, his expression showing pleasure at being deep into Harry's tight, warm, welcoming body. And then he started moving, and Harry arched into his body, clinging tightly onto him, his fingers biting into Tywin's shoulders as his husband started pounding into him, drinking in the pleased cries of his young husband, drawing sounds from him that Tywin was sure that he would never tire of.

And this beautiful being was his.

---

Harry smiled softly when gentle hands reached around and stroked his swollen belly, their first child growing strong and healthy inside him, ready to be born in only a month's time, Harry was now nearly stuck in their rooms.

Not that he minded. Tywin moved most of his working hours into their rooms to keep him company, only venturing out when he absolutely had to. Harry dealt with his fussing and worrying with little complaint, knowing the nightmares that his husband had been having of losing the second love of his life in the same way he had the first.

Besides, spending time together was never a hardship, especially in their busy lives. Two years into marriage they had decided that they were ready for a child and Harry had stopped taking his herbs, and they were looking forward to the arrival of their babe. Tyrion was looking forward to being a big brother, Jamie was happy that he would be able to have a little time with his new sibling before he left to marry Margaery and take control of Casterly Rock for his father having spent the last two years learning intently from him.

Cersei was...difficult, it seemed having babes with her husband, with who she seemed to have a growing relationship had given her something that she needed, and she was better. She had a son and another child on the way. Her letter commenting about how disgusting it was that Tywin's daughter was pregnant at the same time as his husband had been her letter of congratulations to them. And she still had not given up on Jamie it seemed. Tywin had banned letters being given to Jamie from her considering she had been plying him with them recently in the wake of his upcoming marriage.

Tywin had gentled in his treatment of Tyrion, it was not loving, Harry was unsure if he would be able to reach that, but he treated him better, gentler, and Harry hoped that his own love made up for it. He got frustrated with Tywin sometimes while understanding how difficult it was for his husband to look at Tyrion and not see the man who had taken Joanna from him.

They argued sometimes, a lot, but they always made up the same day, promising never to go to sleep on an argument, but in all they were happy, and Harry had not known that you could love someone else this much, and he knew that he was lucky to see the same love reflected back at him.

As had been predicted at their wedding their story had become something of a favourite love epic that spread across the country, Tywin thought that this was partially in response to the awkwardness that the marriage of Rhaegar and Lyanna had produced, and the three-part marriage of their ruling trio.

Harry had warned Tywin that if he ever even thought about cheating on Harry he would curse his cock off, he was still keeping from him as to whether that was something that he had worked out how to do or not, and the horror on the face of his husband and their guard still made Harry chuckle to himself after he had cheerfully announced it to Tywin walking into his husband's office after consoling Elia from another moment where Rhaegar and his sister had accidentally rubbed her face in the fact that her marriage was not one of love on Rhaegar's side.

But for the moment he was contenting himself with suitable pregnancy tasks to keep his mind busy and stop him from going mad being stuck to their rooms considering he was now massive and his ankles seemed to hate him.

"What are you plotting now?" Tywin asked after kissing Harry.

"Hmm, my spies have told me that Renly Baratheon has shown signs of preferring only the company of men," Harry hummed.

"He is the third son, not the worse thing even though he can not carry children himself," Tywin asked without asking sitting next to Harry on the sofa and glancing over the letters his husbands was producing before snorting. "My clever husband,"

"I have no clue what you mean," Harry said airly.

"Ah-ha, and the fact that you are inviting our soon to be daughter in laws younger brother, who is also known for favouring male company, and is the heir to Highgarden, who should he not have produced any heirs himself, Highgarden will pass to Margaery's children,"

"No clue what you are talking about, I am being a good family member and offering to bring Loras to the Capital to spend some time here, and I am offering to try and mend bridges with the Baratheon family by bringing their youngest here to give him a good opportunity considering there are no lands for him to inherit,"

"Sneaky," Tywin grinned.

"That is how you love me," Harry laughed.

"It most definitely is!" Tywin growled leaning forward to kiss his delightful husband who had shaken up his life in a way he had never expected, and would be forever thankful for.