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Tyrion Lannister X Reader - Pt.1 - (Angel)

"Sir, its past closin' time." You say softy, as you gently shake the little man awake. He and his friend had passed out in the corner after many, many mugs of ale. You kept your eye on them that night, making sure no one tried to cause them trouble.

The small man grunted and moaned gently as he stirred. The tavern was closed now, but you didn't have the heart to move them earlier. However, it was late and you were tired after a long and busy night.

"Sir." You repeat yourself, a little louder this time. "Ya must leave now, it's well past closin'."

Finally, his head lifted from the table, and you noted his one green, one black eye. With a peaceful smile on his face he looks into your eyes, stuttering "I really must have drunk too much. It appears an angel has come to take me up to the heavens."

Your face reddens and you roll your eyes. "Very sweet o' ya Sir." You say, beginning to wipe the table now that the two men were sitting upright.

"'es a Lord." The other man slurs, "Not a sir."

"Lord, Sir or Bastard, it doesn't change the fact that ya gotta leave now."

The little Lord looks into your eyes and speaks again, slurring slightly. "Please, My Angel, let us sleep here."

"We 'ave no beds, m'lord."

"Here will do" He clumsily gestures to the booth in which they were seated.

"I can't let ya. I'm sorry." You really were sorry, the two were way too intoxicated to find their way back to wherever they came from.

Pulling a handful of Gold Dragons from his pocket and dumping them on the table, he looks at you pleadingly, his eyes large and puppy like. It was more than an entire months wages and tips combined.
You ponder it for a moment before agreeing. "Alright. Let me fetch ya some blankets."

Scooping the coins up and placing them in your apron pocket, you grab some blankets from the store room. They were a little musty and moth eaten, however they would do the job. Handing them to the men, you hear the small one mutter, "She really is an angel." Before you chuckle and head up the stairs to your room.

You'd half expected the men to be gone by morning, however upon descending the stairs you were surprised to see them both sitting and talking to one another, still wrapped in the blankets you gave them the previous night.

"Mornin' Sirs." You greet, smiling as the small man leaps up and rushes to you.

"My angel returns." He bows, taking your hand and kissing it.

"Ya still drunk int ya?" You laugh, noticing him swaying slightly. "Lemme fetch ya some food, see if that don't help."

Bustling off to the kitchen, you hear the uneven pace of the little man staggering after you. "I fink ya need to sit down, m'lord. Ya aren't in any fit state to be in a kitchen."

"No no no, I insist on accompanying you My Lady." He slurs.

"An' I insist ya sit ya little arse down an' wait. Alright?"

"I'll have you know my arse is the finest in all of Kings Landing." He retorts, a peevish grin on his handsome face.

"I bet ya do, an' if ya don't sit it down I'll give it an hidin'." You grin back, swatting at his backside as he turns to sit with his friend.