GoT One-Shots Book 3!

Are You Still My Bride? (Jaime Lannister x fem!Stark reader)

(slight AU. Jaime isn't a knight in this. I started this BEFORE I watched the beginning of season 8 so No Spoilers. Small sexual reference??)

Jaime's eyes scanned the crowded hall of Winterfell. He'd never felt more ill at ease than he did standing in front of Sansa and Arya Stark. They were about to tell him his fate. Should he live and fight with them or should he be executed? Much to his surprise, Jaime couldn't bring himself to really care. He was too busy looking for someone. Where were you?

"Lord Jaime, you are, through marriage, family. And Lady Brienne has vouched for you more than once on our travels. If she trusts you, so do I," Sansa told him. Jaime fought back a smile. He didn't want anyone to see that he had been shaken to the core. He was just pleased that Sansa agreed to let him stay.

Jaime turned around to search behind him. He caught a glimpse of you just as you headed out of the room. "She's been assisting the Maester with the wounded that have been arriving." Jaime glanced down at Tyrion. "H-How is she?" he asked hesitantly. Tyrion smiled. He had always known that Jaime would fall for you, even if Jaime himself didn't realize it.

When Tywin first insisted that Jaime marry, he was reluctant. He didn't want to marry a Stark and he certainly hadn't wanted to marry for political advantage. Still, there was no fighting his father's whim so he married you. Then, the day of Joffrey's wedding you had disappeared with Sansa and Jaime hadn't seen you since. He found himself missing you when he never expected to.

Jaime missed your smile, though rare. He missed your wit and how you played the game. You kept yourself and your sister safe from Cersei. He missed your beauty. He missed your compassion and how you never looked at him as the Kingslayer. You saw him. The real him that he tried to keep hidden from everyone. You saw the him that Tyrion saw. Jaime only regretted that it took him so long to realize how much he missed you. How much he loved you.

"She's doing well, all things considered. She's undoubtedly waiting to speak to you at some point. Though perhaps a bath would be best before you speak to her." Jaime laughed a little. He'd missed his brother too. "Perhaps you're right." Tyrion smiled again and lead his brother to a set of chambers next to his own. "I'll see about bringing Lady Y/N to you in a few minutes."

Jaime bathed and changed as quickly as possible after Tyrion left. If Tyrion was successful, Jaime would be seeing you again for the first time in years. He wanted to be at his best. Well...the best he could be considering where he was and what was happening.

There was a knock on his door a few minutes later. "Come," he called out. The door opened slowly and Jaime held his breath. You entered the room looking as beautiful as ever. You stopped short when you saw Jaime. "Y/N," he breathed. You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. "I won't hurt you, Y/N. I never wanted to hurt you." You scoffed lightly.

"I never thought you would," you finally said as you took a step in and closed the door. It took Jaime a few more seconds to think of what to say next. "It is good to see you." Jaime wanted to slap himself. Was that the best he could think of? As he was about to apologize, you began laughing. It wasn't a laugh at his expense, but a deep, true laugh. A laugh of relief.

"It is good to see you too, Jaime. I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again after I left King's Landing." Jaime's tongue darted out to lick his lips. Your eyes followed the movement for a brief second before returning to his own. "Tyrion said you wanted to talk?" Jaime smiled and tried to come up with something, anything to make you stay. But of course, as luck would have it, words failed him. Your smile slipped from your face when he didn't say anything.

"Well, I guess, if you don't have anything to say, I'll just go." You turned to go out the door again. "Are you still my bride?" You froze and glanced over your shoulder at him with wide eyes. "What?" Jaime sighed. Running his flesh hand over his face, he asked again. "Are you still my bride? We never consummated our marriage. You were free to marry someone else. Did you?" Your hand dropped from the door and you faced him fully. "Would it bother you if I had?"

Jaime thought about it only for a second. He'd been missing you for years and, during his trek to Winterfell, he'd found himself hoping to see you again. But it wasn't until he saw you that he realized that, yes it would bother him if you remarried. He realized that he loved you. It was a foreign feeling, but a strong one.

"Yes," he finally answered, "Yes, it would bother me." You arched a brow. "Why? You weren't too happy about our marriage in the first place." Jaime looked down, suddenly interested in his boots. "You're right," he whispered, "You're right. I wasn't happy about it. I didn't want to marry you, or anyone, for political gain. But when you left, I missed you. I missed you more than I ever thought I would. I-I want to make our marriage work. If you'll have me and it isn't too late."

You didn't speak for a few seconds, prompting Jaime to look up at you. You were regarding him with an expression he'd never seen before. It wasn't disgust or distrust or hatred. If Jaime didn't know better, he'd say it was love. You took a few steps closer to him. Jaime thought for a moment, that you were going to get closer, but you stopped. Now you looked worried.

"Tell me. Are you saying these things because you really mean them and you might actually come to love me? Or are you saying them because it's likely we're going to die soon?" Jaime brought his eyes to meet yours. He hoped his gaze told you that he was telling the truth. "I mean them, Y/N. And come to love you? I think I already do. And yes, we may die soon, but if we don't, I want to be there by your side."

You searched Jaime's eyes. He knew you had prided yourself on being able to sniff out a lie. He knew he wasn't lying, but he wanted you to know as well. Clearly, you saw something that pleased you because a smile grew on your mouth. Jaime fought back the urge to kiss those lips. It wouldn't do any good to force anything.

"I'll do my best to be a good wife to you, Jaime." Jaime beamed. "Thank you for giving me a chance, Y/N." You took a step closer to him. Jaime felt his heart thudding in his chest. What was wrong with him? He'd never reacted to a woman like this before. You took another step closer then you were right in front of him. You looked up at him with a teasing smirk on your face.

"You know, there is something we need to do for this union to be true." Jaime blinked in surprise. Were you saying what he thought you were? "A-Are you sure?" Your smirk deepened and you nodded. No sooner had you given consent did Jaime's lips find yours in a frantic kiss.