Game of Thrones Oneshots

Jaime x Reader- Fallen stars

Grey clouded skies stretched above Winterfell. Ravens crowed along the stone parapets as the survivors of the battle began clearing the bodies and putting out fires that still had yet to die. Sometimes swatting away flies that buzzed in their ears or crawled over the dead eyes that blankly stared up at the sky. Hardly anyone spoke to one another and still had yet to gather themselves entirely after the night they endured.

A soldier silently limped over the bodies of his comrades. Holding his side that remained bleeding and yet he still helped others drag friends away from the fallen enemy. Ready to be buried or burned, with only fragile memories left behind. The soldier wasn't too sure if they had died with honour. Nobody did. Instead, every last man died crying in horror and fear. There was no glory in this.

The Night King was dead and his army eradicated. Westeros had prevailed and yet no one could really bring themselves to celebrate the victory. Not when so many were lost in the fight. Not when there was still yet another war to win between Dragons and Lions.

Jaime was amongst the living, covered head to toe in blood and mud, but the thought of relief did not once cross his mind. He didn't give himself a moment to rest as he stumbled over corpses. Eyes searching every face of the fallen whilst a lump formed in his throat.

In his focused state he accidently bumped into another soldier and yet when their eyes met, all he saw was endless pools of emptiness. Of apathy. He watched the soldier amble past like a lost shell of a person. Unable to comprehend the damage dealt even after victory.

A raven flew past his head. Diving into the archway of the entrance to the catacombs and Jaime's heart stopped when he caught sight of the bodies that showed signs of terror and struggle. Women and children laid on their stomachs. Faces buried in upturned mud and snow, with their backs split open by blades.

Jaime had once thought his brother a genius. But in that moment all he saw was a thoughtless plan that got many of the defenceless killed. He drew closer to the sight he so wished to look away from. The image too gruesome for even the most battle worn soldiers to even attempt to touch the bodies.

He had to find you. He had to confirm his all consuming hope or world destroying fear. Even if that meant turning over the bodies of the women and looking at the faces forever twisted in a silent scream.

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(Two years ago)

Jaime rubbed the back of his neck and stretched it out as he wandered around the Red Keep. It was late into the night, with only the moonlight and candles burned down to tiny stubs illuminating the hallways.

Walls soon turned to archways and a breeze fluttered across his face. He turned to gaze at the world outside. Set in peaceful silence amongst the untouched darkness of night. And there you were, sat on the grass whilst you leaned back to gaze up at the stars. Your face set in serene beauty.

He released an affectionate sigh before he approached and joined you on the floor. "It's a little cold to be star gazing."

"How can I be worried about that when its such a clear night?" Not once did you drag your eyes away from the stars. Even as you subtly leaned towards Jaime's warmth. You pointed up at a certain layout of glittering dots. "Look! You can see the Crone's Lantern-oh! And over there you can see the King's Crown constellation as well."

Just seeing the way you lit up made the Lannister's lips pull into a genuine smile, full of love and adoration for you. He was reminded all over again why he fell for you. From the very beginning he could tell you were intelligent, passionate, kind and just completely wonderful. The polar opposite to Cersei. His past regret that he buried away.