BEAST
GOT IMAGINE: y/n [with she/her pronouns] is the beauty of Westeros, is a stark sibling, and has a secret relationship with Jamie and but soon starts to fall for Tyrion. Multiple parts maybe?
NOTES: Follows both Book and TV series. MATURE.
Sansa stared at her sister, she couldn’t help but become envious of the woman. She was a beauty, nothing like her mother and herself who possessed the beauty of the Tully’s. The way her dark hair shined in the Winterfell’s sun, the way she beautifully blushed, the vermillion color spreading to the apples of her cheek and the tip of her nose. She spoke with ease, everything flowing past her lips, almost felt rehearsed. Y/N Stark, a beauty of Westeros. Many suitors had traveled to take in her beauty, to have a gentle kiss lay on her hand or simply behold in her presence. Sansa, often prayed to the Gods that her sister would succumb to an illness or that she would obtain even a fraction of her beauty.
Y/N's knees firmly pressed into the ground running the dress that mother had picked out for her. Her smile was bright as she pushed her hands through the dire wolf’s face, her nose mashing against his as she giggled out. Her pup, outgrew the litter, even when he sitting, he was overlooking the rest. Sansa watched Y/N’s fingers run through his obsidian black fur. His dark amber eyes looked down at her as she whispered to him. Something she often did, Eddard Stark often thought it weird as she would always murmur things to the beastly pup, his expression was always filled with intent and understanding. “Beast!” Sansa calls out, both the pup’s and her sister’s heads turned, a soft smile writing itself on her face.
She responds “Sansa?” the mud and sticks attach themselves to her dress, the periwinkle now covered with dirt and mud.
“I want to impress the prince, I want to be as beautiful as you” the words fell out of Sansa’s lips. A frown soon wrote itself on her face as she tugged on her bottom lip.
“You are a beauty, your grace jealousies me sometimes” Y/N admits, her hand tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Sansa was taken aback, she looks at her sister holding her breath as she smiles. “Don’t ever change yourself for a man, especially a prince. You are Sansa Stark, that should be more than enough for that boy” she gently whispers.
It happened all too soon, Y/N was unamused by the arrival of the King and the Queen, high above everyone else, their heads held even higher passing through the opening. She squeezed between Robb, and as he brushed her shoulder roughly an enormous smile plastered on his face. “Mother will have your head beast” he whispers, his eyes falling to Beast, the oversized dire wolf that made space for himself tween the two. Y/N smirked before her eyes fell on the Lannisters, blessed with golden locks of hair that gently kissed the chilled breeze. They were radiating, an unpleasant contrast to the dullness that Y/N was used to. Her eyes caught hold of the Kingslayer, and a slow smirk rested on his face as his posture straightened.
Beast growled, his head jamming into Y/N’s side, her eyes snapping down noticing the wolf’s gaze focused ahead of him. “Don’t be rude” she murmurs before returning her gaze to the Kingslayer’s as he never left hers. He flashed a cocky smile, Y/N's face remained unchanged as she just studied his face, the way his lips curled and the lines on his face contort. She turned her gaze forward, watching the King’s guard tramble in.
It was finally Y/N’s turn, to be gawked and talked upon. “My Gods” he whispered; Y/N's eyes fluttered to the bellowing man’s voice. It was strong and certain. “You’ve grown” he comments, his hand gently brushing her hair out of her face. The soft and sudden color of her cheek, the flow, and feel of her soft dark hair, and the way her eyes held no emotion yet told captured him as they once did. His attention was cut short, and Beast’s slow guttural growl filled the air. Y/N's face reminded unchanging as Beast’s voice grew louder. Caitlyn's jaw clenched her eyes burning into Ned’s head, as he refused to look her way.
Caitlyn inconspicuously nuzzled into Ned’s side, whispering “I told her not to bring the damned pup. She’s stubborn”
A small smile was drawn on Ned’s face as he watched his daughter for a moment. Her dark hair resembled Jon’s. Y/N had her face, that was for certain.
“I would like to see her” Robert's voice cutting through the silence as he moved away from Y/N. Soon the pair had embarked on seeing Lyanna’s tomb, the heaviness in the air leaving with them.
“Mom’s going to have your head” Robb teased.
The festivities grew, the drunken men singing and bellowing. Y/N and Beast watched Jon, sitting at the far end of the hall, tossing scraps to Ghost. She let out a low and long whistle, capturing the dire wolf’s attention.
“I want to walk alone, go give Jon and Ghost some company” Y/N whispers out, Beast huffs in dismay laying on the floor his eyes trained on Jon, she moves away from Beast, yet she knows that no matter where she went they were always connected, seeing each other’s lives through their shared eyes. She was him and he was her.
“A beauty of Westeros” a voice whispered, low and snarky. She didn’t need to look to know it was Ser Jamie. She folded her arms slightly, a smile playing on her lips as she turned to him. “I missed you petal”
Delicate like a flower, she was. “Have you really Ser Jamie?” she whispered, finally looking at him. There it was, the soft smile written on his face, his hands wrapping against the fabric of her dress yanking her closer to him. His lips molded into hers, and the taste of honey and ale filled his senses. Slowly, they moved to the ground, the dewy earth soaking her back as she yanked up her dress. His finger slowly glided against her exposed thigh, his hand grazing against her soaking pussy as she moaned against his mouth. He hissed for a moment, snatching himself away.
“Not tonight” he whispers, Y/N's face grew still, her eyes scanning over his as he slowly sat up. He sat in front of her, eyes churning in an unreadable expression as he sighed for a moment. He didn’t know how to say it, he wanted to be honest, he wanted to prove to himself that he could be good for her. He cuffed her face, his thumb roughly tracing over her lips and her cheek. “Not tonight petal”
A low howl filled the air, long and came in clusters of three. She smiled pressing a long kiss to his unexpecting lips. She stood up, looking down at the Kingslayer. Without a moment to think, words came tumbling out of his mouth. “I love you” It was low and danced through the air. She clung to those words; her lips pressed together.
She answered in a tone that made him weak. “I love you” With that she was gone, her scent lingering in the air.
Y/N was met with Beast and Tyrion Lannister scolding each other, his drunken hand moving to his head as he growled lowly. She calls out to him, her face contorting into anger as Tyrion was finally able to rest his hand on his head.
“Y/N Stark, a pleasure” Tyrion bowed gently, his eyes looking through his ghostly white hair. A smirk played on his lips as he moved toward the Stark girl. “Your dire wolf is most peculiar”
She answered, “He is, and that you would make you an observant man.” Tyrion chuckled at the word, he heard rumors of her beauty and gentleness- he never took heed to them, he knew of the exaggeration that horny men had. Their dicks harden at the thought of her beauty, men swear it to the Gods that she is above all, men whom have seen her, gaze upon her dark eyes, and caress her soft skin. Tyrion now beholding her beauty can say he understood. The fabric of her gown wraps around her frame, her breast hardening at the chilled wind, but it didn’t bother her greatly. Her full lips and her careful eyes. She was exactly how they describe her.
“I am no man” he turns away from her, his eyes finding the wolf’s once more.
“No?” she laughs out, it was soft, and kissed against his ears. “What are you then, may I ask Tyrion?”
He couldn’t shake the thought that she was mocking him, yet her tone was delicate full of wonder and childlike curiosity. He once again pets the wolf, this time he allows him. Beast enjoys his stubby fingers running through his fur. He catches the look of the dire wolf, for a moment he thought that he could see Y/N in the wolf, her facial expression, and her thoughts as it was written out on the wolf’s face.
“An abomination” He turned back to her, and suddenly nerves overtook him, he couldn’t be in her presence any longer.
“Says who?” she chuckles moving to her knees, her hand gripping his shoulder forcing him to look at her. For a moment he couldn’t breathe.
“I know what I am, nothing will ever hurt as long as I know. Used as a weapon against me” He gazed into her dark eyes; his thumb gently traced against her chin. “Your niceness is a warmth that I appreciate.”
“And your lies do not fall upon deaf ears” she whispered moving his hand away from her. Y/N's attentions moved to Beast as their caught sight of the figure in the distance, she knew all too well who was. Her gaze remained fixed on Tyrion’s.
“I must be going now, it was a pleasure Tyrion” she hums, moving to her feet, her scent lingering well past her departure, Tyrion closed his eyes letting his gaze fall to the ground.
“Brother” Jamie lets out, his eyes narrowing to him.
“She’s beautiful isn’t she” Tyrion finally lets out after a moment of silence. His hand adjusts his dick as he lets out a low chuckle. “Even beautiful feels like an insult”
Jamie didn’t utter a word, he couldn’t. Anger built up him, festering in the pit of his stomach. His fist clenches at his side as he gazes in the darkness.
