In which you are in a secret relationship with Ned Stark’s bastard, and he is terrible at hiding it.
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Time Period: Before Season 1 begins. Jon is 18, reader is 18.
Pronouns: she/her, afab reader ( I am willing to rewrite with other pronouns if requested.)
Content/Warnings: nothing worse than what’s in the show. young jon, sweet youthful relationship shit, sexual activity but no actual smut, exhibitionism if you squint.
WC: 791 (blurb)
(this has not been proofread. read at your own discretion <3)
Author’s Note: Hello my darlings! It has been such a long time and I am so incredibly sorry. I swear I plan on eventually returning to consistent posting, but I have had one of the busiest and most stressful two year of my life. Thank you guys for supporting me and being so kind to my content in my absence, you are all incredible and I appreciate you. I will, hopefully, be posting content similar to what many of you follow me for: harry styles and jj maybank. both will be making appearances soon, i promise! for now, though, you’ll get a cutie little jon snow fic because this character is actually the love of my life. if you haven’t watched game of thrones yet, do it. please god. then come read this.
love you forever, thanks for being here.
Hope y’all love this. It’s good to be back.
It had been almost ten years since you had known Jon Snow, and yet you somehow learn new things about the boy each and every day.
Yesterday, you learned that Jon Snow just didn’t like colors. Generally.
Last week, you learned that Jon hated hunting. Despite being skilled with various kinds of weaponry, the northerner found the activity to be deathly boring.
Six months ago, you learned that he actually did have a heart, and it was full of thoughts of you.
You also learned that day that the bastard boy is a skilled kisser as well.
Today, you learned that Jon Snow is incredibly stupid.
The discovery was not something you hadn’t considered before, yet today’s actions were a confirmation of the idea. You were walking down the halls of Winterfell, heading towards the courtyard from your bedchambers, when you were suddenly swept off your feet into a nearby door- then swiftly pressed against it.
A pair of soft lips and a stubbled chin pressed against you in a passionate kiss, and it wasn’t difficult to piece together what had happened.
As your heart slowed its pace and the realization set in, you pulled abruptly away from the embrace and lightly pushed your boy off you.
“Jon! Are you mad? I nearly died of fright, what is wrong with you? Anyone could have seen!”
Jon smirked, placing his hands back in their home on your waist and pulling himself closer into you. “I only wanted to kiss my beautiful girl.”
“Jon, anyone could have seen us. Anyone could walk through this door and we’d be caught. Is that what you want?”
Jon kissed your cheek and began moving his way down your throat, pressing his lips softly into your skin. The touch was feather light, but it sent shivers down your back all the same.
“I want you.” He mumbled against your neck, moving his hands slowly up and down your sides.
Though it took all your strength not to melt and sink into his familiar touch, you stood your ground. “Not here, Jon. We’ll be found.”
“Let them find us.” He growled. His movements became faster and less delicate. He was losing patience, and you were losing your willpower.
“Jon!” You exclaimed, making a weak attempt to resist his efforts.
“Y/n!” He mimicked, almost groaning your name into your skin.
“Will you please quiet down? They’ll hear you in the Red Keep, you are too damned loud.”
Jon chuckled, mouthing his way over your collarbones as he pulls your dress slowly from your shoulders. “I don’t think you can talk about being loud, my love.”
Your cheeks flushed pink and you remained silent until a sharp gasp was pulled from you as Jon began to suck and bite on the crook of your neck. “Jon, please-” You breathed out, not entirely sure what it is you were begging for.
Jon didn’t reply, but continued his actions, slowly speeding up as he pulled your dress lower.
“Jon..” Your voice still carried apprehension, though you’d almost surrendered entirely to your boyfriends’ advances.
Jon continued on with a passion, kissing and sucking and pulling on your damned dress.
You were moments away from giving in, until you caught the sound of footsteps headed down the corridor on the other side of the door. “Jon!” You whisper-shrieked, the intensity in your voice finally halting his actions. He pulled immediately away from you, looking into your eyes as he waited for you to speak. Though he liked to mess with you, Jon would never forgive himself if he actually hurt you or overstepped in any fashion.
“Jon, I cannot explain to you how I wish we didn’t have to stop, but we do. We will be caught. I am a wardess, Jon, have you forgotten? They might send me away from Winterfell if they know we are together before my father’s sentence is through. We cannot do this here.”
Jon nodded, a look of guilt washing over his face. The poor thing immediately felt as though you were angry at him, and began murmuring earnest apologies into your neck as he helped you redress.
You took both of his hands in yours, halting him and pulling him close. “I’m not angry at you, darling. I’m only trying to keep us together. I will be angry at you if you do not meet me in your chambers in five minutes and finish what you started.” Jon paused again, stopping in his tracks, overwhelmed by your words. You took the opportunity to fix your dress, reach behind you, and grasp the door handle.
You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before smirking and exiting through the door behind you, leaving Jon open-mouthed in the room.
Author’s Note: AHHH there it is! My cute little return to tumblr. I hope all my Jon Snow sluts enjoyed this one. If you don’t, stay tuned for other content. I love you all. You mean the world to me.
See you in the next one. Send requests- I want to write what y’all want to read!
“And I’m expected to believe a sellsword is good with children?” Tanda asked. Lollys flushed with embarrassment or sun. Still her posture implied that Bronn’s answer was important. “I’m sure you have siblings,” Tanda laughed to herself, “Fleabottom seems to have more brats than it does rats.”
As the serving girl poured apple-wine, Bronn imagined all the ways an old woman could die.
“Aye,” he confirmed, “One of eight rats . Half raised the litter born after me.” Not worth mentioning how three never made it past infancy. and of the five left Bronn was the last alive.
A Lamb To The Slaughter by Birdie Lo Green
February Ficlet day 20 prompt: awkward first meeting (Bronn/Lollys Stokeworth)
Does anyone know of any post season 8 fanfics that deal with what happens to Jon after the Wars which are not season 8 Jon/Dany/dany fix its and rule Westeros or Jon/Sansa marry and rule the North together?
I want future fics about Jon where he is not defined by his relationships.
If these ships are your thing thats fine but its not what am looking for right now.
I want to see how Jon adapts, survives and makes a life now that he has no great cause. He is still a young man . I want to see how he copes with his guilt about killing Dany, his conflict about what his Stark family did and how he rebuilds his life with the Freefolk. What does a worn out traumtized fighter do now that the war is over? Does he stay there or does he decide to explore the rest of the World? Does he become KIng beyond the Wall? Does he fall in love? Does he ever explore his warg ability?
Am ok with Jon /Tormund recs but again have read most of them and again i dont just want fic in which Jon is simply defined by his relationship with Tormund, needs to have some more depth than the p0rn
Good fic. I don't have a particular ship although i tend to prefer Jon Snow centric fic. Basically as long as the fic is good and the relationship is plausible I can ship him with anyone. I have a slight issue with some Jon/Sansa as IMO he really does see her as a sister and Sansa is never going near a man again, but OTOH I've seen it work beautifully in modern au or canon divergence fic where they were not bought up as siblings. I also have some issues with season 8 fix it Jon/Dany get back together after he stabs her as never happening. She would kill him for betraying her and he would just run for the hills as he is not that daft no matter what some fans think. However i have seen some beautiful rewrites of season 8 which tweek the story so that their relationship works.
I also happily ship Jon/Ygritte as lets face it true love and Jon/Tormund as its practically canon now, but again i have some issues with how Jon is written in these. Jon is not really a submissive femme type who just does whats he told. Jon's the White Wolf not just a pretty Crow.
So basically i like Jon with anyone as long as the story is good. In my universe Jon is a bisexual snarky bastard who appears quiet and broody and then whaam bam takes charge, protects his pack and likes sex a lot. Its always the quiet ones...
“You’re not as invisible as you think,” Bronn said as though that was all any woman wanted to hear. “Hard to miss as it happens, long as you know what to look for.” Arya had forgotten Bronn was a pisstaker. Nobody saw her unless she wanted them to. “Oh, and now I’ve got you wondering what it is that gives you away?” Arya waited, not caring what he’d say, debating just drawing her sword now. “Well I’ll tell ya. It’s this weird feeling I get whenever I know that you’re watching me.”
“And what kind of feeling is that?’ Arya asked, standing tall in spite of Bronn’s proximity.
“ Arousal…” he said just as she’d expected. Arya fought the urge to slit his throat or spit in his face. Almost whispering in her ear, Bronn carried on: “Like I’m doing something that I really shouldn’t be doing ‘cos it’s all kinds of wrong.”
“Like fighting a woman?” Arya suggested, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Nah. Fought a woman before, small as you and with two daggers and a fine pair of boo–”
“Fighting the King’s little sister then,” Arya sighed, “You strike me as a rule breaker.”
“Always have been,” Bronn replied, chin held high. “By the look of that sword, so have you.” Bronn’s hand brushed the hilt of Needle, but Arya refused to move.
“Then let’s settle this,” she proposed, “Whoever wins is the best fighter in Winterfell.”
