I just had to make this second part extra sweet 😍🤗

Tyrion couldn't help but chuckle at his new little friend as the two made their way from her world, and back into the normal gardens, her mouth and eyes opening wide as she finally saw the true extent of what lay beyond the iron gates. Tyrion tried to answer the multitude of questions that were bombarding him, as the little imp fluttered in front of him, looking up at the giant buildings.

"(Y/n)?" Tyrion finally managed to ask, the tiny creature coming back to rest on his shoulder.

"How long have you been on your own in that garden?" He asked, noticing that the imp's smile had turned a little sad.

"I'm not really on my own, I have the animals and the insects to keep me company; but I can't ever remember seeing another imp, or any other fairy folk. I've always been on my own, always looked after the garden, its always been just me." (Y/n) said sadly, as she leaned against Tyrion's neck.

"You are the first real friend that I have ever had." She said, quickly wiping away the glistening tear that rolled down her cheek.

Tyrion couldn't help but feel empathy for the little imp; for a lot of his life he had felt alone, felt as though he was the only one, but even though he had people now, he could remember the loneliness, and felt happy that (Y/n) thought of him as her friend.

"Cheer up little one, let me take you inside the Keep, and show you what its like in there." Tyrion told her, trying to distract the little woman as they entered the great building.

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Bronn couldn't help but stare at his friend as he walked towards him, Tyrion seeming to be talking happily to himself, waving his arms around dramatically as if talking to someone else.

"Are ya feelin alright?" Bronn asked, finally coming up to his small friend.

Suddenly Bronn was alerted when he heard a tiny little squeak, and then something dart as quick as a flash inside Tyrion's jacket.

"What in tha Seven Hells was that?" Bronn asked, furrowing his brows in confusion as Tyrion began to laugh.

"(Y/n) it's alright, this is my friend Bronn." Tyrion said, speaking down into his jacket to the tiny hiding imp.

"B-b-but he is a mountain, and he looks scary; he is definitely going to eat me." (Y/n) told him, clinging to his shirt and refusing to move.

"Didn't I promise you that I wouldn't let anyone eat you? And Bronn may look scary, but believe me he isn't, you'll like him." Tyrion said, urging his tiny friend out from under his clothing.

(Y/n) poked her head out from inside Tyrion's jacket, laughing slightly as Bronn stumbled backwards, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"(Y/n) I would like you to met Bronn; Bronn, I would like you to meet (Y/n) the Imp." Tyrion said, as (Y/n) flew up to in front of Bronn's face.

"Are you going to eat me?" (Y/n) asked, looking at the still dumbfounded Bronn.

"Well even though ya look very tasty, I am sure that ya might be a bit too crunchy fa me." Bronn said eventually, smiling as the little woman flitted off to search the keep.

"How?...... Where?.......What's goin on?" Bronn asked, looking down at Tyrion.

"I must admit that I am still not quite sure myself; but I found her injured and offered to watch over her until she recovers. She's quite a beautiful little creature." Tyrion mussed, as he watched his little imp flit from one object to another.

"Giant!" (Y/n) called out alerting the two men, Tyrion coughing uncomfortably as Bronn smiled.

"Giant? Really?" Bronn chuckled, watching as Tyrion began to blush slightly.

"Yes, giant." Tyrion told him, walking off to find (Y/n).

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As night drew in, Tyrion readied a little bed for (Y/n), watching with a smile as she yawned and stretched before rubbing her eyes.

"Can you show more tomorrow, show me what you called the city?" (Y/n) asked, as Tyrion tucked her into the makeshift bed.

"If that is what you wish little one, then that is what we will do." Tyrion promised, smiling as (Y/n) closed her eyes.

Tyrion slide under his covers, half not wanting to sleep as he peered over to where the tiny woman was laying, fearing that if he did he may wake up to find that his beautiful new friend was all a dream, a wonderful figment of his imagination.

"Giant." (Y/n) suddenly said, bringing Tyrion back from his thoughts.

"Could I sleep with you? Its cold here, and there are no sounds of the insects to lull me to sleep." (Y/n) asked, as Tyrion chuckled.

"Of course lit..........." Before Tyrion could finish (Y/n) was lying on his chest, humming happily as she listened to his heartbeat.

"Good night Tyrion." (Y/n) said with a yawn as she closed her eyes.

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As the days passed, the imp and her giant became closer; every day he would show her the Keep or the city, Tyrion making sure that (Y/n) was protected from the prying eyes of everyone but Bronn; as night fell (Y/n) would sit happily listening to her two new friends talk, and as sleep called them to bed, (Y/n) would curl up on Tyrion's chest falling asleep to the calm thump of his heart.

Tyrion was beginning to grow dismayed as every day that passed (Y/n) got better, and Tyrion knew that sooner or later he would have to return his little lady back to her garden. He didn't like the idea of leaving her there all alone, leaving her again in a life of solitude, and he had tried to think of any way to get her to remain with him, but he knew that she didn't belong in his world, that sooner or later others would find out about her, and that she may be hurt; but that didn't mean that he didn't wish that she could remain with him. He had to admit that he had grown to love the sweet little creature, even though they had only known one another for a matter of days he wished that she was a real lady and that she could be his.

"What is it little one?" Tyrion asked, as (Y/n) let out a huge sigh as she looked out of the window and into the starry night sky.

"You'll be taking me back to my garden tomorrow; my leg is better, and I should be back there, but I don't want to go, I want to stay here with you." (Y/n) said, fluttering over and taking a seat on his lap.

"I love my garden, and the animals; but I like the Keep and the city, I like listening to Bronn's stories, and I like sleeping with you, if I go back to the garden I will miss it all." (Y/n) lamented, as she curled up into a ball, Tyrion brushing her hair softly with his finger.

Tyrion tried to think of something to say, something that would ease her mind, assure her that all would be well, but there was nothing; all he could do was show her he cared until the two had to part.

As Tyrion lay in his bed, he looked out of the window, the giant moon seeming to send its bright rays down onto the slumbering creature on his chest; he didn't want tomorrow to come, he didn't want to lose the special little woman that he had found, and he found himself doing something that he hadn't done since he was a child. Tightly screwing up his eyes, he made a wish; a pure, sweet, simple wish that tomorrow would bring something other than losing his little lady.

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As Tyrion tightly scrunched his eyes, the first rays of the new morning sun shining harshly through the window, he couldn't help but moan. Despite all the wishing and praying he had done the night before, the new day had come, and the inevitable was facing him.

As he moved slightly, he felt a heavy weight, as what felt like an arm wrapped itself tightly around his midsection. As his eyes flew open, he was shocked beyond words to see (Y/n), not his tiny little lady (Y/n), but a full grown woman, snuggled closely to his side. There was part of him that was overjoyed, overjoyed that she could stay with him; but another part was afraid of what (Y/n) would think and do when she woke.

"(Y/n)." Tyrion said softly, trying not to make the situation too obvious, too soon.

"Good morning giant, can we.........." Before (Y/n) could finish her sentence, she opened her eyes, coming face to face with Tyrion, her eyes widening as she looked at him and then down at her hands. With a squeal, she fell from the bed, landing on her bottom with a thump, her hands reaching around, frantically looking for the wings that once sprouted from her back.

"I'm sorry (Y/n), this is all my fault, I shouldn't have wished, I shouldn't have prayed that you could stay with me, I have ruined everything for you." Tyrion said, falling down by (Y/n)'s side and looking onto her shocked face.

"You wished for me to be like this? You wished that I could stay with you?" (Y/n) asked, a small smile coming to her face as she looked at the apologetic looking Tyrion.

"Yes, but I didn't know that this would happen, I.........." Suddenly Tyrion found himself flat on his back, as (Y/n) placed little butterfly kisses to his face.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." (Y/n) cooed, as she held on to him tight.

"Can I stay here now; can I stay with you?" (Y/n) asked excitedly, as Tyrion finally began to smile.

"I could think of nothing I would like better than for you to stay with me (Y/n), and at least now I can do this." Tyrion said, taking her face in hands, and kissing her softly.

As the two parted, (Y/n) looked into Tyrion's eyes, and the pair couldn't help but smile. No matter how big she had got, to Tyrion, (Y/n) would always be his imp, and to (Y/n), Tyrion would always be her giant.