Game Of Thrones - One-Shots

Tyrion Lannister/Reader - Cut

*Sorry for the wait everyone! I went on a trip and when I got back I just had no inspiration to write, then one of my favorite shows last season came on Netflix so I had to watch it. This is not the best chapter, but I hope you can all still enjoy it.

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You never understood him, Tyrion Lannister. The little man is exactly like you were told he would be, yet completely different. Sure, he was almost always drunk and pretty annoying all the time, but he also stood up when he knew something was not okay.

He protected you from Joffery whenever he could, since it seemed like he had it out for you and your younger sister Sansa. The two of you had this strange friendship before everything with your father happened, and now it was seeming to be getting stronger.

Today was an exception though, because Tyrion had business to take care of so he wasn't in the throne room today. When Joffery called you in front of him, you felt relieved that at least he would leave Sansa alone for now. You squeezed her hand to try to reassure her, which had grabbed you when Joffery called your name.

You had curtsied to him, as you knew would be expected of you. You listened to him, but looking back at the incident you have know idea what happened. You remember being forced to your knees and a knife on your neck, the noise it made as it cut off your long flowing hair, the hair that had never been cut because your father loved your hair in braids.

Which, is why you are here now, laying on your bed and gazing into space, feeling to tired to cry anymore. Your know it's silly to feel so attached to your hair, but it was kind of the last thing you had of your father. And now it was short, just below your shoulders.

You hear the knock at your chamber but don't make to get up at all. Instead you pull your blanket up over your head and curl up in a ball. You really just want to go home. The knocking continues and a few minutes later your door opens and slams shut.

"You confuse me sometimes," Tyrion says, while you hear his footsteps walk over to where the ale is. " I do hope you had a decent day today. I'm going to help myself to a drink since you didn't offer me one like you usually do." You curl up more if even possible, and close your eyes, feeling ready to cry even more. "Please, just say something," he says exasperated.

"Your nephew is fucking terrible," you manage to say, your voice only wavering slightly.

"Yes, I beleive we have known that for a while now." You can tell he is somewhat trying to be funny but you also heard him walking over to you as he said it. "Come out of the blankets."

"If I do you will hate me."

"I could never hate you, however hard you or I tried."

"You don't understand. What he did to me isn't something that can be fixed anytime soon."

"What did he do," he asks, his voice a menacing even at the softer level. You slowly lift the blanket off of you and look to the side of the bed that he is on. He stares at you and stare at him, neither of you saying anything while he takes in your new hair. "I think it would be better just a bit sorter," he finally says and jumps onto the bed next to you.

"What?"

"Yes, just slightly sorter, just above your shoulders would look much better on you." You can't help but smile slightly.

"I suppose then I could show him that whatever he does to me doesn't really affect me." Tyrion moves so his back is against the wall and he is right beside you.

"Yeah, show him that he can't fuck with a Stark." You laugh and put your head on his shoulder.

"Are you still going to yell at him?"

"There is no fucking way I am not going to yell at him."

"Thank you Tyrion. You always help me." He grabs your hand and squeezes it gently, letting you fall asleep on his shoulder.

*Next Morning*

"Goodmorning Lady Stark," your handmaiden says when she walks into your room in the morning. She always comes very early in the morning, so you kicked Tyrion out just a few minutes ago.

"I need you to cut my hair shorter." You sit in the chair that you do every morning when she helps you with her hair.

"My lady, I don't think that is the best idea," she replies, looking nervous and confused.

"Of course it isn't the best idea, but we are going to do it anyways. Now grab a knife and cut it here."Once she has it just the way you wanted it to be, you decided to get Sansa and go for a walk around the castle.

"I can't believe you cut it even shorter," she tells you quietly.

"Yes, well, I hope it will show him that he can't really mess with me." She nods slowly.

"I'm sorry that he did that to you. He really shouldn't have." You can see the guilt written on her face.

"Sansa, it wasn't your fault. I think he just did something crazy because he knew his Tyrion wasn't able to stand in his way." You look down at your feet, the guilt and betrayal beginning to rise again.

"Speaking of Tyrion," Sansa says softly into your ear, making you look up. Tyrion is indeed walking towards you with Bronn not far behind him as usual. He looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Lady Starks, what a pleasure to see you both on such a fine day." You both nod your head to him as he passes by.

"Lord Tyrion, I'm surprised you are even awake this early in the morning after how much you drank last night," you tease him. He tries and fails to hide the smirk that appears on his face.

"Well, I have a council meeting to attend and a nephew to insult. I hope to see you later." He smiles at you before walking away.

"He likes you," Sansa teases when he has fully disappeared.

"Does not," you scoff. "Lets go do something else for a while."

*Later that day*

"I have to marry you?"

"I'm afraid so. If it was just my father I may have been able to talk a way out of this, but my nephew has insisted. He says it is a punishment for both of us." Tyrion pours himself another cup of wine and falls back into the chair that he is sitting in.

"A punishment? If anything it's a gift. He could of had me wed to someone that I hated and would almost surely beat me." You pour yourself a glass and lean back, closing your eyes to try to fully process this.

"Well, marrying a dwarf isn't exactly a choice many people would make. Especially one with a scared face.

"Perhaps that is true for most women, but you are an amazing person and you care very deeply for those you love, even if you try to hide it most of the time. I'm honestly glad it's you." He is silent for some time before.

"You actually cut your hair shorter."

"Yes, much to the dismay of everyone. Pity that he didn't see it though." You open your eyes and glance at him to see him grinning, and you know that you will be happy with you new fiancé.