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Jaime Lannister X Reader - (Assassin)

"I don't know how I feel about this, Tyrion." Jaime said. Hiring an assassin felt... wrong. Dishonourable.

"What other choice do we have?" His brother snapped. "We can not have our hand seen in this matter. It's the safest way. And, her reputation is spotless."

You smirk slightly at this, before giving the door a harsh knock. Summoned to meet the Imp and the Kingslayer at a little tavern was most unexpected start to your night.
The bolt slides across the wood with a dull scraping noise and the door creaks open.

"You must be y/n" The tall man states.

"Obviously." You scoff, pushing past him and sitting down cross legged on the couch. "You must be Jaime."

"Obviously." He mocked, causing you to giggle. You like this feistiness.

The little Lion cleared his throat before taking a seat opposite you, his brother doing the same.

"Y/n. We have called you here today to negotiate a contract. We have several... problems that need removing." The Imp said. His nervousness was obvious to you, but you didn't care. Most people were nervous when face to face with a serial assassin.

"How many?" You begin to ask. "Basic information is helpful, but not necessary. I'll need to know rough locations at the least. And I don't kill babes or children."

"You don't? Why not?" The Little man asked.

"Because I don't agree with it." You snap.

The taller man smiles a little. Despite being a killer, you clearly had some morals and rules. He admired that.
"Before we hire your services, we wish to know more about you."

The Imp looked at his big brother questioningly but remained silent, curiosity taking over.

"This is highly unusual, I hope you understand that. But seeing as you're the brothers of the Queen..." You idly look at your nails before continuing "What do you wish to know? Ask away."

Jaime spoke first, asking "How did you get into this... career?"

You smirk and look up at his green eyes and handsome face. Tell the truth, you think.
"I was dumped in a stable when I was less than a day old. A couple, the leaders of an assassins guild, found me and took me in."

Tyrion stared at you, shock and interest lining his face. "Raised by assassins?"

"Yes. I was raised by twelve assassins. From all walks of life, my family come. They taught me to read and write, to use a bow and sword, to pick pockets, to hunt, to stalk and to kill."

Ser Jaime let out a big breath, "Interesting. What methods do you use?"

"I prefer it to be clean, but it depends. Some clients have very specific requests. I personally like to frame things as an accident or illness. Sometimes I use poison. Sometimes traps." You say.

"Traps?" Lord Tyrion raises his eyebrow at you.

"Sometimes all it takes is a little creativity... Careful tweaking of a bedframe, for example, could cause the entire canopy to collapse and crush a sleeping Lord. Other times it could be the lure of a seemingly vulnerable woman, allowing me to lead a raper out into an alleyway where I can slit his throat."

The men both nodded before the smaller whispered to the bigger. Jaime stood and walked over to the desk in the corner of the room, grabbing a piece of parchment and handing it to you. Lord Tyrion stood, saying, "These are the names and locations. We pay half now, the other half is upon completion, yes?"

"Yes."

"Very well. Send a raven once you have completed the contracts, we will meet back here." The Kingslayer said, striding over to you to unlock the door. He shook your hand with a surprising tenderness, before you left.