𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐌

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Hello babiessss, it's been a while. I know you missed me, no need to hide that. ANYWAY, here I am once again engaging in the monthly appreciation post challenge. Jaime Lannister is one of the best characters of GOT. He started off like a bastard (who we loved anyway) and then succeeded in redeeming himself, fought for the greatest good and (sadly) died for the woman he loved. So! Enough typing, my thumbs are sore. Hope you enjoy!

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

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Her sad face, her heartbroken blue eyes. He could still see the image in the back of his eyes, the sound of Brienne's heart shattering seemed as if it echoed in his ears while he rode back to King's Landing. To his one true love. To the only woman he's ever felt his heart beat faster for. Perhaps their love was unconventional, maybe it was as wrong as people spoke of. But what did the heart care of other's buzzing when the only voice it could focus on was Cersei's?

They had been born together, already tied by an invisible string since the womb of their mother. They were meant to be together, they were meant to love each other and live in the other's embrace.

And so Jaime rode and rode, determined to find his sister and bring her to safety and far away from the wrath of her enemies, while the guilt in his heart for leaving Brienne slowly but surely got wiped away by the thought of his one true lover.

But, just as he had reached his destination, he was captured. How many damn times has Jaime Lannister been captured throughout his life by now? Four? Five? Too many for his liking. Either way, now he found himself wallowing in misery and hopelessness, the image of Cersei's face ever present in his head. What would happen now? Would she save herself? Or was he damned to live without her forever, for the rest of eternity? Even just the thought of it made him shiver and his heart sank in his stomach.

Tied to a pole like a bad dog, Jaime heard the rustling of the flaps of the tent he had been sent away in, signaling someone had entered. And may The Seven Faced God damn him, it was his brother. Tyrion scolded him, scowled at him for having let himself be caught, and Jaime had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the dwarf.

The next moment, there he was, running through the screaming crowd, sword in hand, towards the Red Keep. The bells had been rang, but that didn't appease Daenerys Targaryen, who had chosen to take the road of wrath, breaking the promise it had been made, and the only thought in Jaime's mind was Cersei.

Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei. Cersei.

Running, his lungs burning, the knight lifted his eyes to the sky, watching as Drogon made his way towards the Red Keep, closer and closer, spitting fire everywhere. And his heart raced. His skin covered in goosebumps. Jaime wanted to run faster, faster, faster, but he felt as if his legs were in the water: slow despite moving powerfully. No, please, no.

But in the end, he managed, even despite the wounds and the tiredness from having had to fight against Euron Greyjoy. That bastard.

There she was, helpless and alone in the middle of the map she had ordered to paint outside her chambers. His heart was in his throat, as he embraced her, pressing her so close as if wanting to mold her against him, to melt her body with his. Rubble, dust and ash surrounding them.

Quickly, he brought her away, his heart leaping with hope and happiness when— A sharp, defeated breath left his lips as his wide eyes observed the scene before him. They were trapped. They couldn't get out... The rubble had blocked the exit...

Feeling his gut churning, Jaime tried anyway. He moved rubble after rubble away, but the more he did the more it seemed to grow, neverending.

"Jaime." Cersei called out, defeated, knowing the fate that expected them. He turned around with wide eyes, his gaze settling on her. She looked distraught. Shivers ran down his spine as he made his way to her, the pain in his abdomen long forgotten as all he could think about was the here and now. The two lovers embraced each other and before they knew it, they were wiped away, the ceiling falling down and taking them with it.

As Jaime drew his last breath, the woman he loved held tightly in his arms, there was only one thing echoing in his mind: "I'd do it again. Now and in every other life. I would still love her, again."

Because as much as Cersei had hurt him, deceived him, used him, Jaime Lannister was a man of honor and loyalty. And his heart, his soul, his loyalty... belonged to her. No matter what. Because Jaime Lannister was an honest man. Not good, not bad. But honest. True to his soul. Jaime Lannister was a strong, resilient man. He endured pains that probably some others couldn't. He had morphed himself in a better human, a better heart, a better soul. He had redeemed himself. And there was nothing in this world or the next that could change that. That could change him.

To Ser Jaime Lannister, who died saving his Queen.

To Jaime, who fought for the living.

To him.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐌

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My thumbs really are sore. The cold doesn't really help either, BUT hope y'all liked this eheh. I wrote this in, what... One hour? I'm too lazy to check if it actually makes sense or not, lmao, so take that. I don't really have much to say for the outro, so... Bye! Xoxo.

#JOLENE