Tywin x Sansa, Modern AU please
I loved working on this - I hope that you like it!! Thank you for sending me your request...prepare for the fluff! Also credit to @tmwrites for the idea that Tywin is a cat dad! 💗🎉
“Won’t you smile, Tywin?” Sansa asked, tapping his cheek with the end of her chopsticks.
“Why should I?” her husband replied, his brow raising.
To say that Tywin Lannister wasn't one for selfies was well – an understatement. Oh, Tywin wasn't old fashioned at all when it came to technology. He was one of the first to own a cell phone before they even flooded the market, and the Lannister Corporation was at the forefront of cutting-edge technology.
Sansa couldn’t remember a birthday that passed when one of his children hadn’t given him something ‘techy’, like the Apple watch Tyrion had given him, that was never off of his wrist, or the pair of blue-tooth earbuds that Cersei had sent him, shortly after their release.
But when it came to selfies –
“It’s undignified,” Tywin often said, though he never objected to taking photos of her. Their honeymoon was practically spent with Tywin behind the camera, while Sansa wore his favorite pieces of lingerie; resulting in a gilded photo book they kept in their bedroom.
There were other photo books spread throughout their house for company to look through, ones filled with candid photos of her, and the trio of stray cats they’d adopted, Freud, Pavlov, and Piaget. (While his children were surprised at Tywin’s fondness for the scruffy kittens, Sansa wasn’t – she’d known on their first date that there was a softer side to the business tycoon than anyone ever knew.)
“I want a photo with you,” Sansa pouted, before resting her head against his shoulder. “Just one selfie, I promise. Please?”
Her Instagram account was kept private, followed only by her family and the few close friends that she had. She regularly posted recipes that she’d made, as well as photos of Piaget, who was never far from her side. Tywin diligently hearted and commented on them all (along with Cersei, who’d formed a surprising friendship with her, shortly after she and Tywin had started dating.) but she rarely had a photo to post of them together.
“Sansa,” Tywin grumbled, though she knew by his tone he was folding. “Why?”
“Because,” Sansa nibbled on her bottom lip, watching her husband attentively. “I want to remember your expression when I tell you the news. Our news.”
Her hand found his, as she guided it down to her stomach. She’d waited weeks to tell her husband the news, and found she couldn’t keep it to herself anymore, not when they were dining at the same sushi place, they’d had their first date at.
It was a hole in the wall place, one with few but loyal customers, and a chef who expressed love through his food. (Arya would have rolled her eyes had she known, Sansa thought. Her sister had always mocked her for being a hopeless romantic, something Arya couldn’t help but sneer at.)
He sharply inhaled, as his eyes met hers. “You’re – “
“Yes,” Sansa smiled then, as brilliantly as the sun. “I’m pregnant!”
He drew her close against him, kissing her as she deserved. She moaned against his lips, and her cheeks flushed pink at the sound. Tywin made her happier than anyone knew, and she hoped that he felt the same about her. Theirs was a whirlwind courtship, one that had taken both of their families by surprise.
(“Are you sure, darling? Tywin is a great deal older than you, and a widower…" her mother had said after Sansa shared the news about her relationship.) Sansa knew her family expected her to date someone like Robb's close friend, Theon, or someone like their cousin Jon. Neither had made her heartbeat fast nor had Jamie, after the first (and last) date that she'd gone on with him.
No, Tywin made her happy, and she felt safe with him, in ways that she never felt with another. They spent countless time in one another’s company and found their home life agreed with them. They kept away from the press and the countless, corporate dinner parties that Cersei and her husband loved. They lived a quiet life, an intimate life, one they both adored.
“I…” Tywin hesitated, a rare thing for him to do. “I never thought that I would be a father again after Joanna passed –“
Tywin rarely spoke of his first wife, one that he had loved beyond reason. He’d never expected to share his life with another after she passed, but two decades later, he found happiness again with Sansa. And now, they would have a child together, something they both cherished.
“Gods,” Tywin whispered, “I love you.”
Sansa rubbed her cheek against his, the same as one of their cats would. “I love you too,” she whispered.
(They took a photo after, one that Sansa ended up framing next to their bed. The happiness in their expressions felt too intimate to share with other people, something Tywin wholeheartedly agreed with. For the Great Lion was happy with his wife, happier than anyone knew…)
