Soft, Delicate, and Incredibly Deadly
Jon Snow X Reader
A/N:Â Okay, so I had inspiration to do a Jon Snow imagine and I let my creativity wander from me and ended up with this. I think itâll shape up really nicely as a series, so Iâll most likely be doing a part 2 <3. With Love, Kat
You were one of the best fighters in Westeros, and surely the best fighter of your age. Your father, a Lord of the North, decided that he was going to let you pursue your dream of being a great sword fighter, instead of forcing you to become a Lady who obeyed her husband quietly. You were Lady Y/N. People knew your name all over Westeros, but not because of your heraldry. No, they knew you so well because not only were you gorgeous, but you were an incredible fighter. You were able to take down men twice your size within a few moves. In your fatherâs determination to have you live out your dream, he sent you to learn from Jaime Lannister, who was the best sword fighter in Westeros. He broke you down, tore you apart, and then built you back up to be a better, stronger, more focused fighter. You were a proverbial killing machine. You hoped one day to be on the Kingsguard. After all, Brienne of Tarth did it. She was your role model.
After months of training with Jaime and earning the reputation you fought so hardly for in Westeros, you were called on by the Starks of the North to come to Winterfell and help train their boys. So you set off on your long journey from Kings Landing to Winterfell.
When you finally arrived in Winterfell, Lord Eddard Stark was there in person to greet and welcome you.
âLord Starkâ you bowed after stepping off of your horse.
âLady Y/Nâ Ned held your hand in his and kissed your knuckles gently, âThank you for coming to us on such short notice, I know you were training with Jaime Lannister in Kings Landing and I apologize for cutting that short.â
âNo need to apologize, Lord Stark. Jaime Lannister has taught me just about all he could in sparring and theory. Iâm at a stage of needing more hands on practice now. Training your boys is exactly what I needâ you said, smiling up at the tall, bearded man before you.
Ned extended his arm out to direct you towards the doors of the castle and as you walked together, he spoke again âI have to tell you Lady Y/N, you definitely live up to your reputation. In a good way, of course. Seeing a Lady step off of her horse in trousers and armor with a sword at her waist is not something I get the pleasure of seeing every day.â Ned let out a small chuckle as he saw the smile on your face.
âWell Lord Stark, you wouldnât imagine just how difficult it is to kill a man while wearing a dressâ you laughed as he held the door for you to walk inside.
As you were walking through the halls of the castle, you further introduced yourself to Ned. He then explained to you that his boys were in the hall waiting to meet you. As Ned opened the large wooden doors into the hall, you were met with two boys that you figured were blessed with some of the best features youâd ever set your eyes on. Ned introduced you three, on the left, the one called Jon Snow, he wasnât as tall as the other boy, but he was beautiful. He had dark, thick, curly hair and dark brooding eyes, with full lips and eyelashes that went on for miles. On the right, the boy was called Robb Stark, clearly taking after his mother, Catelyn Tully. He had dark brownish-red hair and eyes so blue you thought you could drown in them. You were snapped out of your thorough examination of the two boys in front of you by Ned speaking.
âWell, Lady Y/N. I think itâs time you teach these two boys how to fight like men. Especially since Iâve seen you take down men twice their size and five times their experience levelâ Ned clapped you on the back, chuckling.
âOkay boys, Iâll meet you in the sparring area of the courtyardâ you said, standing, surveying their faces for any hints of doubt. They didnât have any. Smart boys. As you left the room, you could hear their faint chatter, no doubt it was about you.
She was gorgeous. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And here she was, standing in front of me in trousers and armor with her braids holding her hair away from her face. She stood, telling me and Robb to meet her in the courtyard so she can start training us immediately. Damn, Iâd be lying if I said I wasnât excited. The doors shut behind her as she left and I immediately turned to Robb, our father across the table from us. Robb and I had the same look in our eyes, a look that could only be described as puppy love.
âBy the gods, what have I started here? You two both look like youâve fallen head over heels for the girl alreadyâ my father said, shaking his head and looking down at the both of us.
âSheâs beautifulâ I spoke up, mouth still hung open from the mere sight of her.
âBy the old gods and the new, sheâs the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seenâ Robb said, his eyes sparkling. His damn eyes were sparkling. I felt a sudden surge of jealousy fly through me, causing me to clench my fists on the table. I stood abruptly and decided to beat Robb out to the sparring area. In the hopes of getting some time with Y/N alone.
I stepped out into the courtyard and there she was. She was mesmerizing. I watched for a moment as she moved with her sword, flowing like liquid, she was one of the most graceful beings I had ever set my eyes on. As she took her final lunge forward, a piece of hair fell from her braid and into her face. I wanted more than anything to walk up to her, tuck that piece of hair behind her ear and pull her face to mine to kiss her. She was soft, delicate, and incredibly deadly all at the same time and I didnât know whether to fall in love, crouch in fear, or be extremely turned on. Iâd say it was a fair mix of all three.
I was already practicing in the courtyard, warming up when I saw Jon standing just outside the doorway.
âSnow!â I called out and it seemed as if I snapped him out of a very involved day dream.
âYes, Y/N. Iâm readyâ he said, grabbing his sword from the rack.
âUmm Snow, I donât mean to criticize you already but I believe youâd do much better in a fight if you were wearing armorâ I said, pointing my sword at his unprotected chest.
He laughed, nervously, and went over to get armor. As he was pulling the chest piece over his head, he said âOh and Y/N, you can call me Jon. We donât have to act professional with last names.â
I had wondered where that burst of confidence came from, but brushed it off. I walked over to him to tie the strings attaching the front and back plates of the sparring chest piece. He flinched at my initial movements.
âSorry Jon, didnât mean to startle you. Itâs just easier if someone else ties these for you, itâs hard to get a good solid knot when you do it yourselfâ I said, tying the strings on his right side. After tying the other strings, I gave him a swift slap to the chest and stepped back.
âYou ready, Jon?â I asked, twirling my sword in my hand.
He took a deep breath and replied, âAs ready as Iâll ever be.â
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