Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Your song - Tyrion x Reader

I have been asked to do some more modern AUs for GoT. So, I thought that I would give you a something a little sweet to start with. This includes lyrics from "Your Song" by Elton John. It's a wonderful song, and I thought it worked perfectly. And who better to make it for than my favourite little Lannister, as I always find it easy to write such imagines for him. And as always. I hope you enjoy.

It was Tyrion's nameday in a week, and (Y/n) was determined to make it special. The little man had had to put up with the derision from idiotic people for much in life. Even his father and own older sister barely ever even spoke to him without some cruel jibe or insult. Both of them blaming him for the death of his mother when he was born. And (Y/n) knew all too well about how he had bullied and mistreated by people because of his size. So, she had determined that she would give him a nameday to remember.

(Y/n) had been with Tyrion for some time now, but this was the first time she had been with him for his nameday. A big party was out of the question. Tyrion only really liked a few people. And out of those people he did like, it was only his brother Jaime and friend Bronn that she would invite. And even though Tyrion was certainly not opposed to a big social event, the best thing in (Y/n)'s option to celebrate the special day, was with an intimate evening for just Tyrion and herself.

She had buzzed around Kings Landing all week, buying bits and pieces to decorate her little home. Candles for that romantic feel. The right food for the perfect meal. But most importantly, something a little bit naughty. Emerald, green lingerie, the same colour as Tyrion's eyes, with little red roses embroidered on the bra and panties, as his special nameday surprise. And as she looked at herself in the underwear, she knew that if they didn't give her man the best nameday ever, nothing would.

Tyrion had said he didn't want her to buy anything for his nameday. But there was no way that (Y/n) was not going to give her wonderful, intelligent, kind and loving Tyrion an amazing night.

She had decided that she would concede to Tyrion's request for her not to buy him anything. But as she sat at the upright piano that sat in her rooms, her fingers gently tapping on the keys, she came up with an idea. If she couldn't buy him anything, fine. But that didn't mean she couldn't give him something. And she had the perfect thing in mind.

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Tyrion was excited, he couldn't say that very often, but today he was. Today was his nameday, and it was the first one that he had been able to spend it with the most beautiful woman in the world. (Y/n) had come into his life, and his whole world had just got better. His days seemed brighter. His smile bigger. And for the first time in his life, he was truly happy.

He had seen very little of (Y/n) all week, but she had sent him countless reassuring messages to let him know that she was ok, and that she loved him. And as he looked at the latest message, he couldn't help but give the widest smile ever.

Good morning my handsome nameday boy.

Be at my place at 7:30 tonight for your

birthday surprise.

Have a great day, and don't forget that I love

you.

Happy Birthday

(Y/n) XOXO

Tyrion had told her not to get him anything for his nameday. But he knew (Y/n) too well by now, and he knew that she would not let today pass without something special. Tyrion couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have (Y/n) in his life. He had met her out of the blue when he had bumped into her, literally, in a club that Bronn had talked him into going to one night. He had spilt his drink all over her, and as he apologised profusely, she just laughed. It wasn't a mocking laugh that made him feel stupid and clumsy. But it was a happy laugh, and Tyrion had found that he couldn't help but join in. The two ending up talking for the remainder of the night. And the rest after that, as they say, is history.

Tyrion pushed his dark blonde locks back over his head and smoothed down his beard as he made sure for one last time that he looked at his finest. His best suit and white shirt were laundered and pressed. The little man determined not to get a crease in his clothes until (Y/n) had seen him. Even after all this time he still wanted to make a good impression, despite knowing that (Y/n) wouldn't really care if he had turned up on her doorstep dressed in a sack, with twigs in his hair. But he couldn't let her down, and the flowers that he had bought her, which he gripped tightly in his hand, would be a little way for him to show he cared.

"Come in if you are my handsome nameday boy!" Tyrion heard (Y/n) call out from the other side of the door as he knocked. The little man chuckling to himself as he slowly entered the apartment. His smile growing wide as he was greeted by the sound of music playing softly in the background and the flicker of what look like a hundred candles illuminating the room. The air filled with the scent of some wonderful home cooked meal. And in the middle of it all stood (Y/n) with a huge smile.

"Oh my gosh, Tyrion. You look so handsome. And I am the one supposed to be giving you gifts, not the other way around." (Y/n) said as she rushed over and hugged him, before taking the bouquet and kissing him softly on the cheek.

"Now, I know you said not to buy you anything for your nameday Tyrion, so I am going to give you something else instead." (Y/n) said, as she pulled him over to sit near her piano. Tyrion unable to do anything but smile at her. No matter what she had planned, this had already proved to be his best nameday ever.

"I've been practicing this song all week to make sure I do this just right for you, and it says a lot about how much I love you Tyrion." (Y/n) explained as she sat at the piano and made herself comfortable. Her fingers beginning to skip effortlessly over the keys.

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide, I
Don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live.

Tyrion could feel the tears come to his eyes as (Y/n)'s melodious voice surrounded him. No one had ever done anything this nice for him, and he wasn't sure how to deal with all the emotions that were bombarding him. But as (Y/n) continued to sing, he finally felt truly special.

If I was a sculptor, but then again no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
Oh I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song
And this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

So, excuse me forgetting
But these things I do
You see I've forgotten
If they're green or they're blue
Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.

Tyrion looked into her eyes as she sang every word from her heart. Every word telling him how much she cared for him, and how much she loved him.

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but
Now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world.

"Happy Nameday, sweety." (Y/n) said, as she finished the song, leaning over and caressing his tear soaked cheeks.

"I have one more present for you Tyrion, I hope you like it." (Y/n) told him, as she stood in front of him and slowly pulled on the strings of material that held her dress together at the front. Tyrion's eyes growing wide as the dress fell to the floor revealing her body dressed in beautiful emerald, green lingerie, with tiny red roses helping to accentuate her curves.

"I hope you like it, sweety." (Y/n) said with a giggle, as she saw the shocked look on his face.

Before she knew it, Tyrion had sprung up from his seat, grabbed her hand, and was quickly making his way to her bedroom. And the food went cold, and the candles burnt out, Tyrion knew that he would never forget this nameday.