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Fem!Reader is the sister of Robert, Renly and Stannis. 

Set in Season 1.

(Y/N) has hidden feelings for Cersei and is repulsed by the way her eldest brother treats his wife. Witnessing once again how lowly he seems to think of her angers (Y/N), prompting her to step up for Cersei and try to protect her from Robert.

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I stepped out into the hallway and began walking in the direction of the council chamber. The meeting wouldn't begin for a while yet, but I preferred to be too early rather than too late. One never knew what might happen on the way and cause a delay.

Just like today. About halfway there, I spotted my oldest brother and his wife outside the door to their chambers. They appeared to be arguing. Curious but not surprised, I snuck closer to hear what they were in such violent disagreement about this time. 

"What do you want me to do?", Robert huffed, raising his hands in an exasperated gesture. "Give him a bashing?"

"No", Cersei replied emphatically, visibly shocked at the suggestion. "I only want you to fulfil your duties as a father and teach him. He doesn't listen to me, and it's no wonder, given that he's never had a father figure bothering to care about him in his life."

Robert's lip was trembling with anger. "Careful now. It's not my fault you couldn't raise the boy right. Aren't you women supposed to be good at that?"

Cersei scoffed. "You know, for all the times you speak of claiming your rights as a husband, you are remarkably ignorant of what it means to be a husband."

Those had been the wrong words. My brother's hand closed around Cersei's slim throat and he shoved her against the wall. She did not make a sound, but although she tried to hide it, the fear slowly replacing the scorn in her eyes was visible even from a distance. There was no telling what Robert would do when he was this enraged. "You were saying?", he growled. Cersei remained wisely quiet. 

But I would not. She did not deserve to have to endure this. In moments like these, I felt ashamed to even call this man my brother. So as he went on, I stepped in. 

"...That's what I thought. You do not lecture me on-"

"Robert, what in the Seven Hells?!" I pushed him away from Cersei with all my strength and wrapped my arm around her shoulders protectively.

He only glared at me in fury, seething but not responding.

"Are you alright?", I asked Cersei, inspecting the white and red marks Robert's fingers had left on her neck. They would likely bruise. She nodded softly and I rubbed her arm reassuringly before turning back to Robert. "We'll talk about this. Now."

My brother followed me into the empty room, staring daggers at me all along, which I returned.

"What do you think you were doing out there?", I asked with quiet calm.

"I was only- you heard how she was talking to me!"

"Would you want my husband to treat me like that?", I inquired pointedly.

"You don't have a husband."

"And seeing you, I'm glad of it."

His jaw twitched as though he was about to say something, but he remained silent.

"This stops. This very instant. You hear me? If I ever see you raise a hand against her again, you better run and pray the gods hide you well, Rob."

I left him standing there and rejoined Cersei in the hallway. "Walk with me?"

She looped her arm through mine and fell in beside me. "Thank you", she said after a while, her free hand going to her throat and feeling the irritated skin there. "I- I don't know what he would have done..."

"It's okay", I said, stroking her arm as her voice broke off. "He won't do it again. And if he tries, I will make him regret it."

In my peripheral, I saw Cersei looking up at my face curiously. "Why?", she asked. "Why do that for me? We've barely ever spoken beyond the basic courtesies, and he's your family. Why side with me over him?"

I met her gaze. "You're family too. You have been since the day you said your vows in the sept seventeen years ago. And even if you weren't - King or not, that is no way to treat your wife. That is no way to treat anyone at all."

Cersei said nothing, but nodded, visibly grateful for my encouragement. 

"How did it come to this, anyway?", I asked. "What were you arguing about?"

She sighed. "Joffrey. The older he gets, the more- spirited he becomes... and the less he listens to me when I try to stop him. He listens to Robert, though - or would, if my dear husband ever deigned to intervene." She scoffed. "He expects me to discipline him and blames me when I fail, but you think he ever takes responsibility himself? No, of course not, not grand old Robert. The man would sooner try to convince his horse to take care of his son than do it himself." Suddenly, she looked over at me, fear creeping back into her gaze. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't speak to you of your brother like this. You won't tell him, will you?"

I placed a reassuring hand on the small of her back. "Of course not. My brother is a drunken, violent fool, everyone knows that, I know that. He is good at two things and two things only: killing the men he doesn't like, and commanding the ones he does to do his bidding for him. He was not cut out to be a father. A shame Joffrey turned out so much like him. Otherwise, he might have been easier to control." I paused. "Now I'm the one who's overstepped. Forgive me, Your Grace."

But Cersei shook her head. "There's nothing to forgive. You speak truth. He's so hot-headed, gods, I wish I could understand why he does the things he does!" She looked at me, wanting to get it all out now. "Do you want to know what he did last night, why I was asking Robert to talk to him?" I nodded, and she smiled mirthlessly, the smile of a desperate mother at her wits' end. "One of the dogs in the kennels had a litter, and there was one pup that was getting pushed around by its littermates - they were biting its tail, keeping it from their mother's teats. He picked up the pup by the scruff of its neck, pressed a torch to its face, and handed the poor squealing thing to the Hound. He told him, 'This one is just like you, an inept dog that's lucky to have been picked up by the royal court.' I've never seen Clegane so livid. If Joffrey wasn't the prince, I'm sure he would have killed him right then and there."

I was shocked. I had heard of Joffrey's appetite for violence, but this kind of cruelty was completely unwarranted. There was no reason for it other than the personal enjoyment he took in it. "That is- I did not know it was this extreme with him."

We rounded a corner into a more private alcove, and without warning, Cersei collapsed crying against my chest. "I don't know what to do about him", she sobbed. 

I carefully wrapped my arms around her while she bunched up the fabric of my dress in both her fists, as if she was scared I was going to leave. "Hey, hush now, we'll figure something out", I said quietly.

"He's my son", Cersei continued, "I love him, I do, but he- he makes it hard to sometimes. Why does he have to be so difficult? And why does my husband" - she basically spat the word - "have to be so goddamn indifferent about it?" She shook her head in despair, her hair getting all messed up against my shoulder. "It seems to me this whole family is incapable of basic empathy!" She stilled. "No, sorry, that isn't right. You've never done me wrong. Thank you for being here." She leaned up and kissed my cheek.

"Any time", I replied, lifting a hand to her face to keep her from slumping down again. Even in moments as despondent as this, she was beautiful like a clean white flower growing from the wreckage of a battlefield. If only she knew what her touch made me feel... I cursed myself for even allowing the thought into my mind. This wasn't about me. Here she was, crying in my arms, and I was thinking about- "It will be alright. I promise."

"I'm not sure how you can promise that", she smiled sadly, her tears at last subsiding, "but I thank you for your kind words, and for your time. I'm sure you have places to be. I didn't mean to take up so much of your morning."

"It's quite alright, Your Grace", I assured her, all too aware of her slender silhouette pressing against me as she straightened. "I still have plenty of time. The council can wait, you are more important than them."

She nodded nervously, trying to compose herself. "Right, then", she said, brushing her tousled hair out of her face, "I should also... actually, no, I don't have anywhere to be right now." 

"Let me escort you back to your chambers, then", I offered. "If Robert isn't there, that is."

Cersei frowned. "He likely is. Where else would he go, with nothing to do but drinking all day?"

"In that case, would you like to accompany me instead? I don't imagine they'll mind you attending the meeting, if they've invited me."

"If it's no trouble." She still seemed hesitant. "But if I might go freshen up first - I would prefer the councillors not to see me like this. I understand, of course, if you want to go ahead without me already-"

"Nonsense", I replied firmly and took her hand. "Like I said, they can wait. Come, I'll help you. My chambers are quite a way off, but a friend of mine has hers around here. She's out of town right now and won't mind."

Once we were in the aforementioned chambers, I bid Cersei sit down while I restored her hair to its proper shape. She wiped her eyes dry and straightened the folds of her dress. While brushing the soft golden lengths of her hair, I could not help but appreciate how good this felt, to be touching her, taking care of her. And having just seen her be so vulnerable with me, evidently trusting me, it emboldened me. That was why I allowed myself just the smallest, tentative touches, a brush of a hand against her neck here, a finger trailing down her temple there.

And Cersei... I might have imagined it, but I thought she leaned into those touches, welcomed them. "How should I do your hair?", I asked, running my fingers through it to separate the strands.

"Whatever you think looks good", she smiled. "Don't spend too much time on it, I've made you run late enough already."

"It's really no problem", I insisted. "I can't imagine they want anything important from me, anyways. Nothing interesting ever happens." I began weaving part of her hair into two braids on either side of her head.

"Well, we did get a new Hand. I wouldn't call that uninteresting."

"True", I allowed. "But he's not a particularly interesting man. A servant through and through, just as he was during the war. A servant to Robert, to honor, to the omnipresent realm." I mimicked Varys' voice, and Cersei laughed.

"Yes, Ned Stark is a soldier born and bred. I suppose that's why he befriended someone like Robert. He needs someone to lead him or he doesn't know how to act", she said.

"Too bad Robert won't be providing him with much guidance in this position", I chuckled. "I don't think he even knows about half the things his council decides for him."

"He gets annoyed if he is consulted and angry if he hears he has been left out", Cersei agreed. "I really don't know why he wanted to be king at all."

"I don't think he did", I countered. "He just wanted others to take the throne even less."

Cersei snorted a laugh. "Greedy bastard."

I grinned and finished up her hairstyle, placing my hands on her shoulders. "All done. What do you think?"

She turned her head left and right in front of the mirror to inspect my work. "I love it", she smiled. "Thank you."

I started putting away the brush and hairpins, but was surprised when suddenly, I felt Cersei's arms snaking around my waist from the back. Instinctively, I stiffened, scared that any movement might deter her, but quickly realized that this might give her the wrong impression and forced my muscles to relax, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. What was she going to do? Had she understood my advances?

Her chin came to rest on my shoulder and she looked up at me from the side. "Since you're so insistent on not needing to be punctual for your meeting", she mused, "what do you say we waste some more time?"

I tilted my head toward her, our temples meeting. "It would not be wasted at all", I muttered.

She pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder. "I drew the short straw with one stag", she said. "Perhaps I'll be luckier with the second."

Those words were enough to break the careful hold I kept on myself whenever I was around Cersei. I wheeled around in her arms and pulled her into a kiss, my hands framing her face, those beautiful cheekbones, her striking jawline, the tender dip just beneath her ears.

Her emerald eyes opened to find mine, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, leading me backwards toward the bed. "Definitely luckier", she breathed as she lifted up her skirts and let herself fall down onto the mattress, pulling me down with her.

I braced my forearms by either side of her head, my face hovering inches from hers. "I've been waiting so long for this", I whispered.

"Have you?", she asked while fumbling with the laces of my corset. "To be honest, I didn't think you cared much about me until today."

"What gave you that impression?", I wondered, surprised. I pulled her bodice up over her head and slipped out of my own sleeves. "I've always wanted you, ever since I first talked to you at the wedding."

Cersei shuffled my dress down my legs. "It's just that... we were never close. If you were interested, why didn't you talk to me more often?"

"Well, I did spend quite a few years at Storm's End in the beginning. I only ever came to King's Landing whenever your children were born. And later... By then I had missed so much of your life that I thought my chance of getting closer to you was gone." I kicked off my shoes and the rest of my dress and pressed myself close against Cersei's body.

"It wasn't", she said. "You were always my favorite of the Baratheon siblings. Robert is a drunken choleric, Stannis is perpetually serious and Renly takes nothing seriously. But you... you're caring, kind, clever. Robert can barely stand your brothers, but even he always speaks highly of you." She drew me in by the waist.

"I don't imagine he will be doing so for a while now", I commented, running a hand down her back and stopping on her ass. "Not after how I talked to him earlier." I rolled my hips against Cersei's. "The truth hurts, but pain is a lesson. I should hope he will be more considerate in how he treats you from now on."

Cersei kissed me. "Let's speak no more of my husband. I don't want to think about him, I want to think about you. Gods, I just want to fuck you."

"Then what are you waiting for?", I smirked, moving my hand lower to between her legs.

She sucked in a breath and guided my hand into her. Her thighs locked around my legs and she flipped me onto my back, moving her hips up and down on my fingers. "You're unmarried", she said. "Have you ever actually been with anyone before?"

I shook my head, blushing slightly. "I've never had anyone I wanted to do it with. Not until I met you."

"You've been missing out on so much", Cersei teased. 

"Maybe I just wanted my first to be the best there is", I replied with a smirk. "I'd gladly wait my whole life for that."

"Well, consider your biding maidenhood over. Today, your wait comes to a rewarding end." She reached past my hand and slipped two fingers into me carefully.

I gasped at the sensation, one that was entirely new to me but felt so... right. It felt like Cersei was touching me deep from the inside, a place no one had ever been in, and I wanted her there, wanted to join our bodies and make her a part of me, belonging as much to me as my arms or legs. Her touch revealed nerves I didn't know I had, brought forth reactions I had no control over, and gods, I wanted to lose control with her. I wanted nothing more than to go up in her entirely, for her to claim me as hers and hers alone, to keep this connection, this bond of skin and slickness and excitement that tied us together in this moment like a silken chain of gold.

I lunged up to draw her into another hungry kiss, pulling her down onto me again, while she rode my hand and moved her own inside me slowly. "Do more", I panted against her mouth, "I want it all. All you have to offer."

She sealed our lips again, pressing my head deep into the sheets with the force of her kiss, and plunged her fingers deeper into me. I did not need her to be cautious with me. I was not some glass vase that would shatter if you handled it too roughly. I was flesh calling to flesh and within it, a soul yearning for its mate. The harder she took me, the more I wanted her. 

Her cunt was already dripping down onto me, and mine wasn't far from it, either. She kissed my lips, my face, my neck, my breasts, all the while pumping relentlessly between my legs. I could feel a tension building in my stomach, spreading up my spine, down my limbs, into my core. Waves of overwhelming incitement tore through me, my body begging to move, to somehow release this pressure. Yet my mind wanted it to never end, to let the pleasure rise and build upon itself forever, more and more until I could not breathe, nor see, nor hear, until I drowned in my elation and all that remained of me was this perfect, precious feeling.

We came at the same time, screaming out in gasping groans of release, Cersei collapsing on top of me as our bodies jerked in unison. I clutched her body close to mine, unable to bear the thought of ever separating from her again. Out of breath, both our chests were heaving against each other, and we lay there in silence while our bodies slowly returned to their normal states.

Cersei played with a strand of my black hair, twirling it in circles across my chest right next to where her head was laying. "Why did we not do this sooner?", she asked. "How did we not come to the realization we came to today, say, a year ago? Five years? Ten?"

I blew out a breath. "It's not easy, to have desires such as ours in this world. One wrong word to the wrong person, and we could lose our heads. My younger brother's got it bad enough, but at least he's a man. That protects him. Us, though... Just think, if either of us had made a move and the other had not felt the same, one talk with Robert and I or you would be screwed. We need to be careful - now, too. The walls in this city have more eyes and ears than they have golden lions to adorn them - and those are everywhere." Cersei chuckled. "I don't believe Robert would kill me", I continued. "But I'm afraid I cannot say the same for you. And then, even I couldn't protect you." I took her hand. "We must be discreet. Robert will be on guard as is because I stepped up for you. Let's not give him reason for further suspicion."

Cersei kissed me relishingly. "We won't. I have experience in keeping my affairs secret. Not that it takes much to hide things from Robert - the man is drunk half of the time and fucking the other half, he doesn't notice much going on around him - but you're right that he'll be watching us for a time." She drew herself up and reached for her dress. "Now, let's find out what not-so-urgent business the council had with you. Would not want to keep them waiting, would we?"

"I wouldn't dream of it", I laughed. "Personally, I think we're right on time, wouldn't you agree? I'm quite certain they said to meet 'after the intercourse' - or was it dinner course they said?" I shrugged. "Either way, I'm sure it won't kill them to sit at a table for a little while. It's not like they have much else to do."

"Are you implying our poor councillors aren't hard at work?", Cersei grinned while tossing me my own dress. 

"Why, not at all", I replied. "I'd argue that sitting in the council chamber is exactly what their work entails. So they are working right this second, thanks to us. Who knows what glorious discoveries their conversations in the meantime have led to?"

"Eternal wine supplies and an eighth kingdom of whores", Cersei proclaimed theatrically. "Wouldn't that be a day for Robert?"

I fell back onto the bed laughing. "He'd have them all knighted for it in an instant. So, shall we see what they've used their time for?"

Cersei pulled me to my feet, smiling, and gestured at the door. "After you, my Lady."