A/N
It is what it is.
Deep breath, lets fix it, with some smut.
Also I love Dany. I do her dirty here because that's the direction my story took and I'm so very sorry to everyone who's as upset over her character arch as I am with Jamie's.. I feel your pain and I'm sorry this fic doesn't fix that. Maybe the next one?
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Jamie opened his eyes slowly, he had no idea where he was, but the bed was hard as stone and his head ached.
Slowly, he remembered wine and Arya's face that was not her face. He remembered the screaming and the long dark halls, and then he remembered his wife.
Beside him, her warm body stirred, her long leg dragging across him awakening an entirely different part of his body. Their time in the North had made the heat intolerable to her, at some point she'd wiggled free of her clothes. He smirked a little at that. So far from the young woman ten years before that had slept in her armor for protection.
Jamie rolled on his side, pressing his palm into the leg and following it.
"You're still here." She whispered airly, her eyes still closed.
"Mmm." His fingers had found her hip and for a second he marveled at the way it fit so soundly in his palm. "There are only two times I truly miss my hand." He said softly. "When I'm fighting and when I'm touching you like this."
"I never thought you'd touch me like this again." She swallowed.
"I worried you'd never let me." He pressed his mouth to hers, then to her clavicle, then to her breast.
"Jamie they're right outside." She protested weakly, looking at the open arch way.
"It's early." His lame arm was slipping over her body and she followed it with her hand. "We'll be quiet."
"You can't be quiet." She reminded him even as she'd undone the clasp of his pants and was in the process of reaching for him.
"We don't have much-." He sucked in a breath as she circled her hand around him. "Gods."
"You have to be quiet." She reminded him, her blue eyes widening to match his as she stroked him. His teeth came down on his broken lip hard and he hissed at the way it tore open again. She wrinkled her eyes in mock sympathy before pressing a kiss there with a quiet comforting sound, grasping a bit tighter and stroking a bit faster.
"I can't-. You have to-." He murmured against her neck.
"You are in no position to tell me what I have to do, Ser Jamie." She purred at him, sliding her leg back up and over his hip.
"I beg your pardon My Lady." His voice faltered, and he groaned just a little, moving his hand from her thigh to her hand. "But we have slightly more time to spare than this allows for." He managed to free himself from her grasp and push her hand up over their heads, "I want-."
"What do you want?" She asked him, her other arm reaching back towards him. He dodged her attempt, sliding down her sweat slicked body and pressing hungry kisses against her stomach before moving lower. "Oh Jamie.."
He lifted his face just a little and smirked at her.
"Shh." He teased before going back to her body. She gripped the edge of the pillow with one hand and stroked his hair with the other while he listened to her staggered breath.
"Jamie.." She pleaded softly, trying to coax him away, but he would have none of it until her thighs shook and went limp around him. Her fingers lazily tangling and untangling in his hair and he lifted himself back up over her body. She rose to meet him, reaching for him again before molding her sex around his. Like a puppet with a cut string, his face fell into her clavicle with a whimper before he lifted his hand to the back of her head and kissed her firmly as they fought to control the rhythm and pace, until their bodies remembered how to work together. He growled against her shoulder and she clung to him.
She shattered again, and her soft cry is too much for him, he moans his release into her mouth before peppering her face with soft gentle kisses.
"I love you." He reminded her, incase she'd forgotten in the night. "I've missed you."
"Me? Or this?" She teased.
"All of it." He tells her breathlessly, taking deep sniffs of her hair, trying to fill his senses with her. "I've missed all of it."
The both knew he had to leave, but he pulls her back down to the bedding with him anyway, wrapping their bodies together.
He could feel her hands clenching and releasing his arms and he knows all the things she's trying not to ask of him; trying not to plead.
"Look at me." He touches her chin gently. "No matter what happens, I want you to remember this." He pulled her tight against him. "I want you to remember the morning we made love in the dragon crypt and I held you as close to me as I could. I want you to remember that I love you, and that there is no place else in the world I want to be more that in your arms."
"No." She touched his face, her eyebrows furrowing tightly. "Don't you dare say good-."
"Listen to me." He implored, his hand framing her face. "Please. Just listen to me." Her lips pressed closed. "I don't know where I'd be if our paths had never crossed. I don't know who I'd be. Probably upstairs watching my sister plot the deaths of thousands, wincing and saying nothing to stop it."
She pressed her face against his cheek and he held her head tightly to his.
"You found me and you dusted me off and you made me more." He swallowed hard. "You saw the broken parts and didn't look away."
"I love you." She sniffed.
"And I love you. I do. And I'd choose you." He gulped. "Again and again and again." He pressed his lips to hers. " But I have to go now."
She clenched her jaw to keep her protests from escaping as he pulled away slowly, touching his mouth to her forehead before standing up slowly and pulling his clothes back on. She rose, her beautiful alabaster body lit by the dwindling torch light, and helped him.
She let him kiss her throat while she did the laces up on his arm, before smoothing her hands over his armor and buckling his sheath around his waist. She rested her fingers on the pommel of Widow's Wail and swallowed hard.
"Come back to me." She whispered as he pressed his lips to hers.
"I swear to you, I'll try."
….
"The Army's are here." John whispered to Arya at the mouth of the Dragon's Crypt.
"Euron Greyjoy surrendered his ships to Yara this morning." She informed him proudly.
"What caused that change of heart?" Jon grimaced at her.
"More of a change of face." She smirked. "How's your queen?"
"She's not taking Melisande's death well." He sighed.
"I would suspect not." Arya took a few steps from the beach and turned to face her brother. "I don't think she takes failures very well."
"Does anyone?"
"When are you going to stop defending her?" Arya pinched her eyes tightly.
"She is my queen."
"She must be very good in bed." His little sister mused.
"That's enough." He rubbed his face.
"For you to trust her judgement over mine, over Sansa's and over Bran's." He looked away. "A woman you barely know."
"I know her better than you do." He sighed.
"I keep thinking about what Samwell told me when I asked him." She pushed herself forward despite the tightness of her brother's shoulders.
"What happened to the Tarley's-."
"He told me about Ygritte." Her voice was just loud enough to interrupt his defense. Arya watched his body flinch. "I'm sorry." Jon looked down. "I'm sorry I never got to meet her. She sounds extraordinary."
"I'm not going to do this." He shook his head dramatically.
"I know what it's like to try and fix the past." Arya nodded at him, before walking back to the Crypt entrance, she turned her head towards the black crow perched there, giving it a hard look. "But the past is already gone."
….
"Where were you?" Her voice dripped with venom and it almost made him turn around and walk out. He forced himself to glance at her, her body propped up and surrounded with pillows, glaring at him. He looked away. "Do you know how long I suffered with your child this time?"
"I thought it was Euron Greyjoy's child?" He said evenly, his eyes darting about the room. He glanced at the Mountain before looking back at his twin.
"I couldn't really let you have it after you abandoned me for the North and that.. Creature." Jamie's jaw clenched at Cersei's words..
"You wouldn't ever let me have any of them." He whispered.
"Maybe your cow wife will?" She shot at him. "Maybe she'll birth you a whole heard of little calves." He stood motionless, unable to stop the grimace that appeared on his face. "Or was Bronn successful?" Jamie moved his eyes away from her, gritting his teeth so tightly his jaw ached. "He couldn't bring himself to kill Tyrion, but your massive whore wasn't so lucky was she? Is that why you're back here? Which way did he do it?"
"The North is coming with the Dragon Queen to sack King's Landing and kill you. You thought I would stay in Winterfell?" He yelped.
"Did he use the peeler I sent with him?" Cersei sighed, Jamie looked away. "I've already killed one Dragon and one of her own. I'll kill the rest, without your help."
"And what then? You'll have Gregore here kill me and peel me while you watch?" He choked out the words, looking at her honestly for the first time since he'd arrived.
"You betrayed me."
"I betrayed you. Tyrion betrayed you. Tommen betrayed you." Jamie shook his head. "I came back for you, just like always." Her face softened and he felt something in his chest start to burn.
"Because nothing else matters." She finished.
"No." He whispered, his eyes wet.
"Bring me the baby. I want to show you." She smiled at him, that delicate smile that had always made the tension in him drain away. Jamie nodded.
The nursery was where it had always been. It was where each of his children had been nursed and weaned. It was where Joffrey had knocked over towers of blocks while Tommen and Myrcella rocked her fair haired baby dolls. He found his blonde haired infant in the gold, lion and stag decorated bassinet that his father had made, beside a young woman curled in a chair looking out at the pale sky, knowing war was on the way.
"Are you the wet nurse?" She nodded, and he leaned in whispering something to her. Her eyes widened before she stood and hurried off from the chair so quickly it fell over. The baby wailed and Jamie gathered it up quickly.
"It's alright, your father's here." He pressed his cheek against a fuzzy blonde head. "I'm going to take you to your Mummy." He promised, grabbing and extra blanket and hurrying out of the room.
…..
"Arya!" She shot up from her perch at Jon's yell and rushed out toward the beach. "Get your people out. She's heading towards the Keep, she's going to bring it down."
"She knows we're here." Ayra's mouth stayed open after she'd spit the words out and he gave her a pained look.
"She's not thinking clearly." He told her before pushing her back towards the cove.. "You have to get your people out of here."
Jon was shouting orders, Arya turned towards the crow before looking up into the sky just in time to see the roar of dragon fire.
…..
Brienne heaved the remaining supplies into the bag, looking back at Tyrion who was talking to Jon with animated gestures. She took a deep breath, swinging the bag onto her shoulder and turning just in time to come face to face with her husband.
"There she is." He whispered, looking down at the crook of his arm. "There's your Mummy. I told you we'd find her." Her mouth fell open and she took a hesitant step towards him as his hand reached out and grasped hers, pulling it to the blanket. "Your Mummy is going to get you the hell out of this doomed city. She's not going to let anything happen to you."
"Jamie.."
"Father has to go now." He told the baby shakily, looking up at Brienne as he let go of her hand and pulled the bag strap from her shoulder and settled the baby in her arms. "He has to help some people. Mummy's got you."
"Jamie, she's going to-."
"Take the baby to Tarth." He told her firmly, she opened her mouth and he pressed his own into it before she could speak. "You have to get someplace safe." He glanced over his shoulder at Tyrion and Jon, before nodding at his brother. "Make sure she goes."
Tyrion gave him a short nod.
"You can't go back-."
"I'll see you and Mummy in Tarth as soon as I can." He ignored her plea, pressing his face against the baby's head. "I love you." He slipped his eyes up to his wife. "Both of you."
Before she could say anything he had already started back through the tunnels. She turned towards Tyrion who took a heavy breath.
Jon grabbed the bag off the floor with one hand and grasped Brienne's arm with the other.
"Let's get out of here, you have a ship to catch." He growled.
"Jon, I have to move the fleet back before she fries us all!" Yara was yelling from the entryway.
"Do what you have to do." He called. "But we need safe passage to Tarth." He looked back at Brienne, then down at the baby. "Now."
Yara nodded, before turning and speaking to a small group of Iron Born.
"Jon!" Davos called from the entryway. "Daenerys is here."
Brienne could feel him stiffen at her side before Arya stepped between them, her hand moving Brienne the baby back towards Tyrion.
"This is what you're doing?" Dany said softly.
"We're trying to get our people to safety." Arya told her firmly.
"Your people, your Grace." Tyrion said softly. "Everyone here has bent the knee to you."
"Yet here you are, trying to smuggle out the heir." She looked at Brienne.
"I am taking my child home." Brienne said boldly, pulling the baby closer, freeing her other hand for Oath Keeper.
"So it can return in fifteen years time to usurp me?" She shook her head. "I won't allow it."
"You won't allow it?" Jon's voice was low. "What will you do?"
"The child must die." She said as a matter of fact, her fair face turning towards him.
"I will not allow any harm to come to this child, Your Grace." Brienne's hand gripped the hilt of her sword.
"The child must die?" Jon repeated back to her. "This child is no different than us! You and I were this child two short decades ago."
"Yes." She looked at him, her beautiful innocent eyes just a little too wide. "And look how that turned out. "Ser Davos?" She turned to look at him. "Kill the child."
Brienne's sword made a shimmering sound as. She pulled it from it's sheath. Arya's eyes darted from Jon to Dany and back again.
Her brother's hand rose towards Davos, palm open. He nodded back at him.
"If you will not,I will-."
"Burn us all?" Tyrion's voice rose as Drogon's snorting breath could be heard at the entrance of the tomb. Dany backed up towards her dragon.
"You're not thinking clearly." Jon told her, his eyebrows knitting together.
"Kill the child or everyone dies." She told him firmly.
"Jon." Arya moved forward as the black crow flittered over to her. "She's left you no choice."
"Drogon.." The young woman's voice was menacingly sweet.
"Jon!" Arya yelled pulling needle from her belt. Brienne turned her body to the wall and crouched, holding her sword above her head in an attempt to protect the infant from what was about to happen.
"Now!" Jon Snow yelled, raising his Valyrian Steel sword above his head with everything he had left. It was just as the four of them had decided in the Godswood of their home weeks earlier. Arya watched the crow scatter away before the Dragon before them started to writhe, seemingly at battle with itself.
"Go!" Arya yelled, towards Tyrion, who was pushing Brienne towards the entrance before her brain caught up to what was happening. "Bran may not be able to hold it for long!"
Brienne watched the Dragon take flight flapping and folding against itself like an injured bird. She watched Jon's sword come down and land in Danny's chest. Tyrion let out a gasping shudder before glancing back at Brienne.
The baby was screaming now and Brienne held it close to her and made another attempt to get to the door.
The crow returned to Arya's feet, moving cautiously around her. The girl looked back at the Dragon.
As if understanding what had occurred, Drogon seemed to settle fluttering softly onto the beach. No one moved.
"Your Grace." Tyrion's hoarse whisper rose above the din. Jon's crumbled face didn't move as his eyes shifted towards him. "We have to leave here."
"John you know you did what you had to do." Arya whispered soothingly as the shaking man let go of the sword.
"I know nothing." He told her slowly, his eyes looking up at her before darting to the baby.
"We have to go." Tyrion said evenly. "The Keep is unstable and the Dothraki and UnSullied-."
Jon gave a nod, stumbling away. Arya returned needle to her side before pulling Jon's weapon from the body.
"Bring her." He said softly to Davos, he gave a nod.
Jon walked towards Drogon, looking into the creatures eyes.
"Go." He told it softly. "Go." The dragon snorted at him, before rearing its head back with a roar before returning it's face to Jon. He reached out slowly, dropping his hand onto it's snout. "Go."
He watched the giant creature turn its face back to Dany's body before it took of to the sky with a start. It's wide wings gliding east.