Game of Thrones Imagines

The ties that bind - Part 3 - Jaime x Reader

"Fine. But I'm not staying here. Jayrion and I will stay in the encampment until he leaves." (Y/n) huffed, as she sat on the bed. Tyrion taking her hand as he joined her.

"He ruined everything once, I'm not going to let him do it again, Tyrion. This is our home, our family. I'm not going to leave you, Jon, or the others, just because Jaime Lannister decided to return from the dead." (Y/n) continued, as she rested her head on the little man's shoulder. Tyrion happy in the knowledge that he had managed to persuade (Y/n) that leaving her home would only be allowing Jaime to get the better of the situation.

"You should go and talk with him, Tyrion. Despite what happened between Jaime and I, he is still your brother, and I know how much you always cared for him. Its just like me being angry at Jon now. Eventually I will forgive him for letting Jaime enter our home. Eventually I will not think that my brother has lost his mind. And eventually I will find myself sat across from him, like I always do, talking about the past, and the future. You should do the same with Jaime." (Y/n) said, as she raised her head, and kissed Tyrion on the cheek.

"All in good time. For now, all that truly matters to me, is you and Jayrion. I have decided that I will join you at the encampment. I love you both too much to let you either of you out of my sight for too long. I loved you too much." Tyrion chuckled, as he reached up and brushed (Y/n)'s dark hair from her face.

(Y/n) couldn't help but hesitate in her reply. She knew how much Tyrion cared for her. He had confessed it often enough, and she couldn't deny that she herself cared a great deal for him in turn. He had been there for her through everything. He was her rock, and apart from Jon, he was her only constant. But there was something that had always stopped her from fully giving herself to him body and soul. Something that held her heart. And it wasn't until she lay eyes on Jaime again, that she finally had to accept what it was. She was still in love with the golden lion, and no matter what she did, that would always be the case.

She couldn't help but feel guilty. From the moment he had looked at her, in her brother's rooms, (Y/n) had felt her heart begin to race, just as it had done the first time, she ever saw him. And despite his dishevelled appearance, she could see past it all to the man underneath. To the lion she had always adored. She knew that she wasn't just angry at him, angry at Jon for letting him in. She was angry at herself for still feeling that way. Angry for loving a man that had caused her so much pain, and not the man that she knew loved her beyond question.

"I love you too, Tyrion." (Y/n) said softly as she kissed him again. The guilt gnawing like a wild animal at her heart as she spoke the words, knowing that she could never truly love him, as much as he did her.

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Jaime watched as three fur clad figures walked out into the snow. He couldn't help but notice that (Y/n)'s and Jayrion's hands gripped tightly to his brothers, as they made their way through the snow to the encampment. It was a sight that broke the already broken man's heart just a little further.

Deep down he knew that he had no right to think this, no right to begrudge his brother or (Y/n) of their happiness. But she was his wife, that was his son, not Tyrion's. It should be him that she was smiling at, him whose hand she should be holding. He that should be laughing as his son ran on ahead, unable to contain his excitement at being able to see his friends. But no, he was the one that had prevented that from happening. He was the one that had ruined everything.

Jaime moved over to the long table in the center of the room, pouring himself a glass of wine before he slumped into a chair by the freshly crackling hearth. He knew that Jon was right, that leaving wouldn't make anything better. That nothing could be as it was before he had shown his face. That seeing (Y/n), and his son, had not only changed things for him, but them also. Though could Jon also be right about everything else? That eventually (Y/n) would want to talk to him. That she in truth loved no one but him? Jaime shook his head; he knew that he wasn't that lucky. That he had hurt (Y/n) too much to expect that she would ever talk to him again, never mind still love him.

The once arrogant and confident golden lion couldn't help but stare at himself in a mirror that sat on the wall opposite. Now he was humble, little more than a beggar, his noble blood no longer meaning anything to him. He was a fool, a poor pathetic fool who had managed to make his way north in some wild hope that he could find (Y/n) and make her love him again.

Suddenly Jaime found himself laughing at the notion. Make (Y/n) Snow love him! He had never been able to make (Y/n) do anything. He may be a Lannister, a lion, but (Y/n) was a true product of her parents. She was as fiery and fierce as the three headed dragon of the Targaryen's. Independent, stubborn and determined. Yet the Stark side of her nature made her loyal to her family. Instilled in her a willingness to seek revenge on anyone that harmed the ones she loved. But underneath all that fire, all that passion, lay a good and kind heart, a heart that he had broken.

"Jaime." A voice called out shaking the once feared Kingsguard from his thoughts.

"Why don't we get you cleaned up? Despite the fact that I know (Y/n) can see past you looking and smelling like a pack of wet dogs. I think that it would benefit all of us if you were to bathe." Jon said as he entered the room, attempting to be as light-hearted as possible, despite the difficult situation.

"What does it matter what I look like? She's gone. She and Jayrion were holding Tyrion's hands as they left. She loves him, not me." Jaime replied absentmindedly as he took another large gulp from the glass gripped tightly in his hand.

Jon sighed heavily as he sat in the chair opposite Jaime.

"Jaime. You are a bastard, and a childish, selfish prick. In truth, I should have taken my sword to you when you dared show your face. You hurt my sister in ways that I can only imagine. But deep down I knew that if (Y/n) ever found out that you had returned and that I had dispatched you without telling her, then it would be me that she would truly never forgive. Tyrion does love (Y/n), and I know that your brother would never hurt her. I know that Jayrion sees him as the father he never had, but so desperately wants. Yet I also know that my sister will never love Tyrion as much as she does you. I understand that both of you may not be able to see that at this moment. But you were her first love. I could see it in her eyes when she first saw you. I saw it in your eyes. And nothing, not I, not Tyrion, not your own stupidity, or even the gods could really destroy what you and (Y/n) have. Most men would kill for it, would die for it. You just have to prove to (Y/n), me, Tyrion, and yourself, that you deserve back, what you so easily threw away. Now, will please do all of us a favour, and bathe." Jon told Jaime, as he helped him from his chair.

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Jaime looked at himself. He was clean shaven. Hair neatly cut short, and his new clothes were fresh and warm. And though a far cry from what he had worn when he was a Kingsguard, he couldn't help but think that the simpler northern attire suited him better than the elaborate Lannister garb.

"Much better." Jon said, as he looked Jaime up and down. Not sure what else to do with his brother in law.

"How did I ever get so old? I'm sure that the last time I looked in a mirror, I was young and handsome." Jaime asked, as Jon turned to look at their reflections in the mirror.

"We have all aged, Jaime. War, death, and lose ages us all. None of us are what we once were." Jon replied, as he thought back to how life had seemingly aged him too.

"(Y/n) doesn't appear to have aged a day. I swear that she is even more beautiful now, than when I first met her." Jaime sighed, as he turned from his own reflection to the world outside the window.

"I believe that you are right. I am sure that there is a magic about (Y/n) that seems to keep her ageless. Though I am sure that she would tell you the opposite, despite how many times Tyrion has told her that she is beautiful." Jon joked, instantly regretting mentioning the little lions' feelings for his sister.

"Jon. Will you do something for me? Will you take me to the encampment? I need to speak with (Y/n). If she tells me that she truly loves Tyrion, then I will leave. I will go and let them be happy. But........if there is a chance, even the slimmest chance that she could still care for me, I need to know. You see, I love her, and I always will." Jaime confessed, as he took hold of Jon's hands. The once proud lion, begging for one final chance at happiness.

Jon looked at Jaime, shaking his head slowly. Knowing that if he did, it could all end badly.

"Very well. But on your own head be it." Jon replied reluctantly, as he and Jaime turned to make for the door.