I know I have a habit of making Bronn the sweetest thing, but I can't help myself, so I hope you will indulge me. Enjoy ⚔🛡😊

"Would you please stop for five minutes!" (Y/n) called out to Bronn, as she, the sellsword, and Tyrion made their way back to Kings Landing.

Bronn had been singing and making up idiotic songs for what seemed like hours, and (Y/n) had finally had enough.

"You are insufferable, you know that don't you?" She asked, as Bronn continued to sing, smiling broadly as he looked at the female by his side.

"Why thank you." Bronn said smugly, feeling happy that (Y/n) was starting to glow a shade of murderous red.

"It wasn't meant as a compliment you idiot." (Y/n) growled, as she tried her best to stay calm.

"I know, but I shall take it as one just to annoy you." The older sellsword chuckled, trying to stay just out of swing distance of her blade.

"Will you two please shut up; it's like listening to a pair of bickering children." An exacerbated Tyrion groaned, tired of the squabbling duo.

"I'm not a child, he is!" (Y/n) protested, glaring at the even smugger looking Bronn.

"No, you are." Bronn chuckled, stopping only when Tyrion turned around to stare at him.

"STOP!" Tyrion commanded, glaring between the two, before he rode off in front to get away from the pairs verbal stoush.

Verbal battles between (Y/n) and Bronn were nothing new, but recently it had been getting worse. Tyrion knew of (Y/n)'s secret crush on his friend thanks to a rather heavy drinking session the three had had in a tavern one night. When Bronn had finally passed out face first onto the table in front of him, (Y/n) had let it slip that she had feelings for him, a secret that Tyrion had been happy to keep for his old friend; but after she had seen Bronn kissing some pretty young woman, Tyrion had noticed an unnerving change in her demeanour, it wasn't that (Y/n) didn't know about Bronn's dubious reputation, but as she had informed Tyrion through a drunken haze, she had hoped that maybe she could be a woman that Bronn would finally like to settle down with.

(Y/n) had once been a feared assassin whose services could be bought by  anyone with enough gold; she was known simply as "The Mage" due to her use of magic in dispatching her victims, her ability to control the duration and pain of a persons death had led to her having one of the most feared reputation in all the lands, a reputation which meant that most would not dare come up against her.

(Y/n) was an elf, an exceptionally rare creature to be found in the Seven Kingdoms; she had been taken from her people, sold to an ancient order who had trained her to fight so that she could use her powers to kill their enemies, and over time she had become the orders greatest asset. When Tyrion had originally come across her, he had rescued her from the order, and had attempted to help her return to what few of her people were actually left, but she had been shunned and had returned to the only thing she knew, and that was being an assassin.

When the two had crossed paths again, Tyrion had been able to persuade her that there was a better way, and that a life in Kings Landing with him would be safer than selling her powers to harm others; and from that moment life had proved good for (Y/n), but Tyrion had always felt a loneliness in her, a loneliness that hurt him deeply to witness.

From what he had read of elves, he knew that (Y/n) was unlike others of her kind in the fact that due to the beatings and lessons she had endured during her time with the order, she had scars, scars that she believed marred any beauty that she may previously have possessed, and no matter how many times he or others had tried to dissuade her from this belief, she was unable to see anything but the scars, which led her to lead a solitary life, a life which Tyrion was determined to change.

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Tyrion couldn't help but look at his friend as she poked at the campfire, her eyes occasionally looking from the flames to the sleeping form of Bronn.

"Why don't you tell him (Y/n)?" Tyrion said, as he took her hand.

"What? And suffer the indignity of being told that I am even too ugly for the attentions of a dumb sellsword? I thought you were my friend, Tyrion." (Y/n) said angrily as she stood up, grabbed her swords and made her way into the night before he could stop her.

Tyrion shook his head, his eyes turning to look at the softly snoring Bronn. "I sometimes don't know whether you are blind or just stupid; but if you can't see that (Y/n) loves you, there is definitely something wrong with you." Tyrion said quietly, as Bronn snorted, and turned over on his bedroll.

"Hopefully the gods will open your eyes soon; but if they don't, I just might have to take matters into my own hands." Tyrion sighed, as he turned over and closed his eyes.

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"Where is she? She's been gone for days; did you say something to upset her?" Bronn asked, as he and Tyrion made their way into a village where they had been told they could find a warm bed and a good goblet of wine.

It had been days since (Y/n) had disappeared into the night, but Tyrion knew instinctively that she would be watching from somewhere.

"I didn't say anything, I think that you will find that this all your fault." Tyrion scoffed, trying his best to ignore the man next to him.

"What do you mean, my fault? I didn't say anything to her." Bronn said indignantly as the two men continued on their way.

"And I suppose that you weren't the one kissing that pretty young barmaid right in front of (Y/n) when its more than obvious to even a blind man that she likes you; but no, you can't see passed (Y/n)'s scars to truly appreciate how beautiful she really is." Tyrion growled at the shocked sellsword, as he rode off ahead of Bronn.

"(Y/n) likes me? She really likes me?" Bronn shouted out as he tried to catch up to an angry Tyrion.

"How do you know she likes me, and why didn't you tell me before?" Bronn asked, as he finally caught up with the little man.

"It doesn't matter how I know, and I didn't tell you because it isn't my business to tell you." Tyrion grumbled, as he and Bronn got to the tavern where they hoped that for one night they could rest properly before taking the last long leg back to Kings Landing the next day.

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The morning was fine, as Bronn and Tyrion could finally see the great city on the horizon, the one last obstacle was a large outcrop of densely packed trees, an obstacle that if they went around would add hours to their already long journey, so despite Tyrion's better judgment, the two had chosen to make their way into the tangled, dark woods.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A voice called out from the dense foliage as men rushed from all corners of the woods, dragging a startled Tyrion and Bronn from their horses, Bronn being violently knocked to the floor as he reached for his sword.

"If it ain't tha imp and his bodyguard." A man chuckled, as he appeared from the bracken, smiling as he watched Tyrion struggle and Bronn's face being pushed unceremoniously into the dirt.

"We would usually ask a ransom for a high born lord, but as we all know Tywin's thoughts on ya, I don't think we'd get anythin, in fact I think ya father would be more than happy if we killed ya; so maybe that's what we'll do." The man said, pulling his sword from its sheath and raising it above his head to strike Tyrion.

Without warning a thick fog instantly fell over the woods, the men that held Tyrion letting him go as they felt the air around them begin to move.

"As much as I may find them both annoying at times, I'm afraid I can't let you hurt them." A soft haunting voice called out, the bandits eyes growing wide as they watched each of their brethren in turn being dispatched by an invisible assailant. Bronn gulped, as the head of the man that held him down rolled along the floor, his body slumping by his side, as he was finally able to free himself, grabbing the sword from the belt of the dead body next to him.

"I think that you might be a little late for any heroics." Tyrion told Bronn, a final guttural scream coming from the mist before it quickly dispersed, revealing (Y/n) standing over the bandit leaders' body.

Before (Y/n) could say anything to either man, Bronn had pulled her into his arms, his lips crashing against hers.

"I love ya (Y/n), I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but I didn't think that you would like someone like me." Bronn confessed, as he looked into (Y/n)'s beautiful eyes.

"You...... you love me?" (Y/n) asked, unable to believe what she was hearing.

"Who wouldn't? Ya beautiful and I swear that ya even better with a sword than me. Ya can do all that magic, and ya just saved us from that lot." Bronn declared, kissing a flustered (Y/n) once again.

"You think that I'm beautiful?" (Y/n) asked hesitantly, as she rested her head on Bronn's shoulder. 

"You are as beautiful as the sun and moon combined, ya voice could enchant the birds from the trees, and ya eyes are two beautiful pools of perfect blue water. Yes (Y/n), I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Bronn told her, his hand combing gently through her long light grey hair,

"I love you too Bronn." (Y/n) said, smiling as she felt his arms tighten around her.

"Thank goodness for that, now maybe you two will give me some peace and stop all that childish squabbling of yours." Tyrion said from behind the pair as he made his way through the tangled mass of bodies.

"Now let's get back to Kings Landing before anything else happens, and you two decide to argue again." Tyrion told the two, as he went to retrieve his horse

"What do you think love?" Bronn asked, as he and (Y/n) looked at one another.

"Sounds like a wonderful idea." (Y/n) replied as the two stepped over the corpses and joined Tyrion at the horses.

"Just promise me one thing......... just don't sing." (Y/n) said, chuckling as Bronn began to protest.

Tyrion shook his head as he smiled to himself; it didn't matter that they loved one another, he knew that he was never going to hear the last of their quarrelling.