So, this is sort of a different AU. I'm basing this on a freak show in the 1920s, I watched American Horror Story, Freak Show, again and was inspired. I don't think anyone I write about in this is a freak, or anyone else for that matter. I thought that Tyrion and Sandor would be the best options for what I was going for so that is why I am using them. I hope you enjoy.

Banners around the town advertised the arrival of the Freak Show, it was the first time that the show had come to this part of the country and the owner of show, Hector Salazar, had high hopes for a long and profitable run. His company was one of the biggest freak shows in the Midwest and he did his best to acquire only the best freaks he could from throughout the country.

As the crew set up the tents there was a buzz of expectation, a larger town meant that they would be able to stay in one place for a little longer; travelling could take it out of some of the company, and a chance to settle for a few months would be something gratefully received by all.

"Hey Sandor! Have you seen Hector?"

Sandor stopped hammering the tent pegs into the ground and turned around to find Tyrion walking towards him with his arms full of paperwork. Sandor couldn't help but let out an amused huff as his small friend tried to make sense of Hectors unusual system of bookkeeping.

Sandor was the company's resident strong man, he could be exceptionally gruff and grumpy but once anyone got to know the strong man with the scared face they found that underneath the bravado was a kind man that would do anything for his friends, and one of those friends was Tyrion.

Tyrion was one of the company's dwarfs, most of the others called him the imp due to his mischievous nature, he was well known for consuming his own body weight in alcohol, coarse talk, and if there was ever a cat house in town everyone knew where they could find him; but he was intelligent, more intelligent than anyone else in the company, so Hector used him to keep control of the books, admin, or anything else that came up.

"Ya should get ya head outta Hector's paperwork sometimes and take notice of what's goin on around ya Tyrion. Hector left the other day to go and look at a freak from another show, he said he has high hopes for this un if he can get em. He should be back with us later today." Sandor said, as he swung the large mallet over his shoulder.

"What freak? Why didn't I know about this?" Tyrion asked indignantly as he fumbled with his paperwork.

Sandor let out a low chuckle. "Hector told ya all about it the other week Tyrion, I think all that cat house pussy is rotting ya brain pal. Hector said they call her the Dragon Lady, she's some kinda firebreather or something, supposed to be a big draw for the other show."

Sandor couldn't help but see the twinkle in his friend's eyes, Tyrion was infamous for making a play for any new female that joined the troupe, using his wit and charm to endear himself to the fairer sex.

"Well, we could always use another lovely lady around here, and we've never had a firebreather before; she must be something special if Hector is trying to buy her from another show." Tyrion said, as he sat on a barrel next to Sandor, dropping Hectors paperwork onto the floor.

Sandor wiped the sweat from his brow, the warm afternoon sun beating down on him as he gave one last strike of the mallet to the final peg that held the large tent in place.

As the two friends talked, the familiar sight of Hector's car came flying along the dusty road towards the camp, pulling behind it a van.

"Well it looks like Hector was successful." Tyrion said, as he pointed at the highly decorated trailer.

"I think we should go and introduce ourselves to the Dragon Lady, don't you?" Tyrion said with a chuckle, as he dropped to the floor from on top of the barrel, picking up the paperwork as he and Sandor went over to greet the owner of the company, and his new acquisition.

As the pair got closer, they saw Hector exit the car and walk around to the passenger side, helping out an elegant, well dressed, attractive looking woman. Tyrion and Sandor looked at one another in confusion, surly this couldn't be the new freak, she looked "normal" compared to the rest of the company; most of the other's peculiarities were obvious, Tyrion was a dwarf, Sandor the scared strongman, and the others such as Boris the snake man who had thick scales all over his body, and Sid the lobster boy, whose hands and feet resembled lobster claws, couldn't even dream about trying to hide their differences, so how could this woman possibly fit in with the rest?

"Ah, perfect, just the pair I wanted to see." Hector called out as he saw the pair walking towards them.

"Sandor Clegane, Tyrion Lannister, I would like to introduce you to (y/f/n) (y/l/n), or as she is better know (Y/n) the Dragon lady." Hector said dramatically as he displayed the woman for both men to see.

(Y/n) smiled at the pair, and the two men couldn't help but be enchanted by her as she bowed theatrically as Hector laughed.

"I see we have something in common Mister Clegane." (Y/n) said, as she looked at the big man.

Sandor looked at the woman strangely as he watched her role up the sleeve on her coat to reveal a scared arm. "Unfortunately, mine is an occupational hazard, and let's just say you learn very quickly not to do it again." She said with a chuckle as pulled her sleeve back down.

"Well, unlike my large friend here, your mark certainly doesn't spoil your immense beauty my dear. You would put Helen of Troy to shame." Tyrion said, as he took her hand, and kissed her knuckles.

"Oh, you are smooth." (Y/n) chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Tell me, does all that sweet talk actually work on any woman, or is it all for my benefit?" She asked, as Hector and Sandor laughed at the pair.

"My dear lady, you would be surprised at what one can achieve with a little sweet talk. Now let me introduce you to the rest of the company, and get you settled in." Tyrion said, as he led her away to meet everyone else.

"Well boss, she looks good, but can she perform?" Sandor asked, as he watched Tyrion and (Y/n) walk away.

"Oh don't worry about the Sandor, just wait, you'll see what she can do." Hector said, as he patted the large man on the back reassuringly.

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The day of the show's opening arrived, and everyone was running around making last minute changes, and adjustments. Sandor and Tyrion had spent the last few days with (Y/n), growing more and more intrigued by the woman. Both men found her to be exceptionally clever, funny, and kind to everyone else in the company, helping out wherever and whenever she could.

Now here they were in Hector's car with her, heading for the town to buy a few last supplies and put up more posters. Pulling up outside the towns general store, the two men noticed the looks of the locals; by now the two were used to it, everywhere the company went people would stare if they saw one of the "freaks" in town; but as the two went inside (Y/n) stayed outside glaring at the staring townsfolk.

The storekeeper looked the two friends up and down.

"So, ya two are from the freak show yeah? Well I'm afraid we don't serve your kind in here, I don't want ya scaring off my normal customers." The man said, looking over the top of his horn rimmed glasses disdainfully at the pair.

As the man continued going on about the freaks scaring the towns folk, (Y/n) had walked in and heard the conversation. Her blood began to boil as she heard the man insult her new friends, but she remained calm, and took out the list of items that the company needed from her pocket.

"Excuse me sir. I was wondering if you could get these items for me." (Y/n) said, in the sweetest voice she could muster. The man smiled, took the paper from her and began to gather the things; Sandor and Tyrion looked at her, her smiling face making the pair feel that she was up to something. As the man returned, she took the goods and handed them to Sandor, the man looking at her strangely.

"Oh, didn't you know, I'm a freak too, and you've just served me; and before I forget, these two men are my husbands, and we have all had freaky sex all over your town. Have a nice day won't you sir, and we hope to see you at the show." (Y/n) said, smiling sweetly before grabbing Sandor and Tyrion by the hands and pulling them from the store.

"What did ya say all that for?" Sandor asked, as they got back to the car.

"Are you kidding, its great publicity." (Y/n) said, as she turned around to look at the pair.

"People in these kinds of towns love salacious gossip, it gives their dull little lives some meaning. The rumour about the three of us will be around this place like wildfire, and they will all want to come and see the freaks that have been at it in their town. I've done them a favour; I've spiced up their boring humdrum lives." She said with a smile as she got into the car.

"Oh, I am liking her more and more." Tyrion chuckled as he got into the car next to her. Leaving Sandor to just shake his head at the pair.

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As performance time arrived, the company made their last preparations and Tyrion had been looking for (Y/n) everywhere.

"Hey Tyrion, shouldn't ya be getting ready?" Sandor called out as he saw him knocking, once again, on (Y/n)'s van door.

"I'm just looking for (Y/n), I want to ask her if she would join me for a little late night supper after the show." Tyrion said, as he turned around to look at his large friend.

"I think that (Y/n) might have other plans this evening." Sandor said, appearing slightly furtive.

"What do you mean she........................." Before Tyrion could finish, great streaks of fire shot up into the air, lighting up the darkening evening sky.

Sandor let out a soft chuckle. "Looks like our Dragon Lady has started her performance. He said, as he walked off in the direction of the flames.

Tyrion ran up beside him as the two men came to a stop, another blast of fire flying up into the sky. They both watched in awe as (Y/n) performed with the flames, the light of the fire dancing around her as she spun and twirled, the blaze licking her skin.

The night came to an end, and as the crowd dissipated, Tyrion found (Y/n).

"I've been looking for you all night (Y/n), I was wondering if you would like to join me for supper." He said, taking her hand in his.

"Oh, I'm sorry Tyrion but I have plans with someone else tonight." (Y/n) said apologetically.

Before Tyrion could ask who, Sandor came up and took (Y/n)'s hand from his. "Are ya ready lass?" He asked kissing her on the cheek.

With a nod of her head, (Y/n) walked off; before Sandor followed her, he leant down to whisper in his friends' ear.

"You were right, its amazing what you can achieve with a little sweet talk." Sandor said, slapping his shocked friend on the back.

As Sandor walked away, Tyrion decided that that was definitely the last time he ever let anyone in on his technique for winning over the ladies.