𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒏
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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: angst, fluff, he's a bit insecure, arranged marriage, domestic lover
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕: req, Letting Tyrion dress you
𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: Tyrion x female reader, italics are actions and thoughts (sorry this is so late, I've been shit with requests)
[ 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 ]
-𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕-
"What do you mean, 'Dress me?' You're a woman of your own; you're not my doll, even if our marriage was that of someone else's arrangement. I don't wish to control you. I thought I made that clear, My Love." Tyrion takes your hands in his as he looks from the dresses laid out on the bed, the beautiful silks and cottons up to your eyes. He's worried; you can see it. You can tell he believes that you still aren't comfortable with him, even as he's tried anything to help you understand you aren't just an object like you were bartered like.
"You misunderstand me, My Sweet Man." Your soft hands move to hold his face gently, thumbs gently petting his stubble. He leans into your touch, looking into your eyes so full of love and softness. Tyrion's shoulders relax just a fraction, trying to remember all the times you've reassured him. In his mind, he's nothing but a "dwarf" and "the bastard who killed his mother" and any other poison his father had incessantly drilled into his head. "I wish to have you dress me because it's fun and partly because I am so horribly undecided between these dresses."
"If I choose, then we won't leave this room cause I'd rather have my wife naked." A sudden burst of confidence in him has him jesting, earning a playful smack to the back of the head. Tyrion laughs and rubs his head. "You're such a cruel woman, you know that?"
"As much as I'd enjoy wearing next to nothing for my dear husband, I don't think you want all of Westeros to see my nipples and possibly much, much more."
"I don't know if you've noticed, but you can almost see every woman's nipples as winter approaches." His smirk widens as he prepares for another swat from you for his cheeky nature. Tyrion grabs your hand as you again go to swat him, pressing his lips to your knuckles before letting go to look at the dresses. "But alas, I'll help you decide...You know any of them would look amazing." Not really used to dressing any women, and he doesn't wish to upset you.
"Tyrion, I appreciate the compliment, I do, but it doesn't help me decide. This isn't some sort of test; I actually need help." You say as you slip your small clothes on and the garter Tyrion gave you on your wedding night, always wearing it on special occasions, like a secret between you both of your loyalty to one another.
"Well, one of my favorite colors is green, so I'm going to say the green, plus I've seen you in this dress, and you look ravishing." He brings it over to where you're sitting, adjusting the garter on your thigh, making his heart swell with joy. The both of you had worried that this marriage had been meant as a punishment from his father and yours, and maybe they had planned it that way, but the both of you treated each other better than the majority of the Seven Kingdoms do. Tywin had thought Tyrion would still indulge in prostitutes, and you, he thought the same, that you'd be some woman with a husband who loves to cheat on her, but Tyrion never touched another woman from the moment he saw you; nothing else had even begun to compare.
"Do you wish to have me dress you, or would you rather the handmaidens do it?" He asks with clear uncertainty in his tone; he never wants to overstep, but to his surprise you nod, telling him silently that you wish to have him dress you, which gets a very rare blush to form on his cheeks, especially as you kneel to make it easier for him. His heart always swells at the way you have never treated his height as an issue; you just adjusted without question or complaint, unlike most everyone else.
His large hands carefully tie the few ties on the dress, smoothing the fabric over your hips. Tyrion doesn't ask before carefully brushing your long hair; strategically, he braids your hair in beautiful intricate patterns in languid strokes, his lips occasionally finding your throat. "You're more than I deserve, you know?"
"Then you deserve more than you, My Love." You smile, turning your face to press your lips to his, one of the few true kisses the both of you have shared. After a few minutes, he reluctantly pulls back, realizing he too needs to get changed.
"You deserve a better man, not some half-" He starts but is quickly interrupted by you turning to face him.
"You are the better man, Tyrion." Your words stop him in his tracks and for once he has nothing to say in response. For a few moments he stands there dumbfounded for he speaks again.
"Well, since I've helped dress you, it's only fair you do the same for me. Of course, if you're up for it." He's obviously less worried when he asks, but there's something in his eyes that tells you he's still just a little worried that you're going to tell him no. Your hands work gently and skillfully getting him all dressed up, smiling as you see him in full, your handsome husband all cleaned up.
"What? Is there something funny? Something on my face?" Tyrion instinctively wipes his face, but you gently grab his hand and move it away from his face. Your hands find his stubble yet again as you place a soft kiss on his lips, which causes him to melt into you. Tonight will be good not only to spend time together but to show both of your fathers that they didn't win, that both of you are so deeply in love with each other it's unreal.
"I couldn't wish for anyone else but you." You whisper as your rake your fingers through his curls, nudging his nose with yours. He's so entirely smitten, so head over heels, so irrevocably in love with you.
-> 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
