GoT One-Shots Book 3!

Best Friends in Vegas (Jaime Lannister x reader)

*Modern AU, mentions of drunkenness and the after effects.

You and Jaime had been the best of friends for longer than either of you could remember. So when you suggested that the two of you take a trip to Vegas, Jaime agreed with absolutely no hesitation. He had no idea that this trip would change things completely between you. Or would it? After all, what happens in Vegas...

Jaime couldn't imagine why the two of you hadn't done this before. The bright lights, the music, the casinos, the drinking. Sure, Jaime would feel it all in the morning, but it was worth it. Especially seeing your smiling face. Jaime loved that. In truth, Jaime loved you. And as far more than his best friend. He couldn't remember a time when you hadn't been in his life and that had recently brought him to the realization that the two of you were positively devoted to one another.

You flashed him a smile as you moved around the dance floor. Jaime had lost count of how many drinks that you'd both had, but it didn't really matter. You were having fun. Jaime felt the buzz of the alcohol in his system as the night went on. Dance after dance, drink after drink, the world began to spin. When you were both finally ready to leave the club, the world began to blur.

The next morning, Jaime could feel his head pounding before he even opened his eyes. He wasn't at all surprised to discover his hangover was brutal. After all, he wasn't in his early twenties anymore. He groaned softly and tried to decide whether or not he wanted to go back to sleep. Before he could fully make up his mind, he heard a groan coming from someone else. His eyes flew open and he sat up far too quickly. Jaime breathed a sigh of relief to learn he was in his own room. Another groan. "Y/N?"

"Yeah, just a sec. I'm never drinking with you again, Lannister." Jaime chuckled and laid back down. He let his eyes fall closed again only to hear a yell from the en suite. Jaime sat up faster than before, moaning at the spinning room. You flew out of the bathroom in a frenzy. Something caught Jaime's eye.

"Is that my shirt?" You glared for a second. "It looks better on me anyway. But forget about that. We've got a BIG problem!" Jaime must have looked confused because you dashed over and jumped on the bed. You grabbed his left hand and showed him his third finger that now held a glittering ring. You held up your hand that was now sporting a ring of its own as well.

"I-I think we got married," you whispered and Jaime felt himself grow dizzy and not from the hangover this time. He'd married you. Completely by accident as if he hadn't imagined what a wedding with you would be like for years. And worst of all, you looked completely freaked out.

"Jaime, focus! What do we do?!" Jaime met your gaze and saw that you were on the verge of a breakdown. He gently ran his hands up and down your arms. "Hey, it's alright. Let's try to breathe and then we can make a plan, okay?" You let out a breath and nodded. "Ok. W-What do you wanna do?" you asked. Jaime's brows furrowed. That was a good question. Before he could reply though, his stomach let out an inhuman noise. It broke whatever tension there was as you began to laugh.

"Maybe we should eat before we make any kind of decision," you suggested and Jaime eagerly agreed. The two of you ate in near silence as you both suffered through your headaches and you tried to come up with a plan. Once you'd finished, you pushed your dishes away and turned back to Jaime.

"Jaime, what do we do here?" Jaime stared for a moment. "I don't know, Y/N," he finally said, "This isn't how I planned for this kind of thing to happen. I mean, Vegas wasn't exactly the wedding destination I had in mind-"

"WAIT!" you cried, only to let out a painful moan before trying again, "Wait, you planned for this? I mean, you planned on marrying me?" Jaime froze. The thing about Jaime was that, on the rare occasion that he did get drunk and subsequently hungover, he didn't know when to stop talking. He absolutely had not meant to tell you any of his feelings.

"I mean, I-" he cursed under his breath. You waited patiently for him to get himself together. You knew that if you tried to intervene, Jaime would grow even more embarrassed. Jaime met your gaze and sighed. "Yes. I-I don't know when my feelings for you changed, but they did. I love you, Y/N. I was just too...afraid to tell you, I guess."

You didn't respond and that scared him. You always had a reply for everything. "Y/N, I promise, no matter what you say, it won't change the fact that you're my best friend," Jaime pleaded, "But please say something. Anything." You blinked a few times. "You love me. Like really love me." Jaime nodded even though it wasn't a question and you began chuckling softly.

"I guess we're both idiots then because I love you too, Jaime. I know this wasn't the plan for our Vegan trip, but I can't say I'm entirely upset. I freaked because I thought you'd be upset." Jaime grabbed your hand in his left one, feeling the cool metal of your ring against his fingers. "I'm not. I swear, I'm not." You smiled at him. "So, what do we do?"

"The way I see it, we have three options. One; we get an annulment and forget this ever happened." You frowned at that so Jaime continued, "Two; we throw a huge wedding and invite everyone we've ever known and get caught up in the crazy thing. Or three; we enjoy our last few days in Vegas and then tell everyone we eloped when we get back and enjoy the looks on their faces." You laughed out loud at that.

"I like option three." Jaime pulled you to him and kissed your temple. "Me too. So, what shall we newlyweds do for our last few days of holiday?" You rolled your eyes, but grinned. "I could think of a few things." Jaime didn't even need to ask what you meant when you pressed your lips to his in your first (sober) kiss as spouses.