this is strictly reader x jon, but robb is included!
concept: jon has been in love with the reader, who is a baratheon, since childhood but she has been betrothed to robb. she escaped the red wedding, with grey wind at her side, and has sought refuge at castle black. jon, alongside him the reader, are killed and resurrected by melisandre.
here’s part two. masterlist.
word count: 1.4k whew
For as long as you can remember, house Baratheon and house Stark had been two peas in a pod— quite literally. When your father had started a rebellion against the Targaryen rulers, he placed his trust in Eddard Stark’s family to ensure your safety. You and the children of house Stark got along quite well, you and Sansa were almost always in each other’s company, Robb always liked to tease you, and Jon followed you around like a lost puppy with Arya in tow, her teasing him about being in love with you.
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It was true, to say the least. Ever since little bastard Jon laid his eyes on what he considered was the most beautiful girl he ever met, he instantly fell into a pit of love and adoration for you. You were sweet and gentle, but tough and incredibly stubborn. Those qualities, minus your dark colored hair and your build, truly made you the most notable Baratheon heir. You were older than your blonde counterparts, which was much to Cersei’s dismay.
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Today, however, was not just another adventure to Winterfell. This was the day you’d be betrothed to Robb Stark. You were quite disappointed in the selection, but you knew that Robb was naturally a good man and that’s all you cared for. You smiled graciously as you walked down the aisle, your father’s hand in yours. It all happened in a flash, one moment he was wrapping his cloak around your shoulders, another he was kissing you in front of your families, then you ended up in his private quarters. Throughout the night, you had hoped to catch Jon, but he was nowhere to be seen, much to your disappointment.
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Beside you, Robb chuckled, “Oh c’mon (Y/N), don’t look so disappointed in sharing a bed with me.” He joked, a toothy grin appearing on his face as he reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. When you smiled back at him, he gazed happily at you, but cleared his throat a little. “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” You tried to not look guilty.
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“No Robb! That’d be ridiculous.” You lied, to which Robb snorted at. He rolled his eyes before moving towards his bed, flopping down on it with a sigh. Beside the wooden furniture, Grey Wind emitted a slight grunt in disapproval.
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“You lying to my face is ridiculous- even Grey Wind can even tell!” The heir to Winterfell stated, his hand motioning to his sleepy direwolf dramatically. Who knew Robb Stark would make such a fuss? You stifled a laugh before sitting at the edge of his bed, releasing a defeated sigh.
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“Maybe I was,” you responded at last, turning your head to look at Robb, who was staring at you. He tried his best not to look disappointed, but the furrow of his brows and the downward twitch of the corner of his lip gave it away.
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He glanced away, “Then.. then we don’t have to do anything. I don’t want to force you into doing something with someone you don’t want to be doing it with.” Robb responded honestly, moving to sit up and take your hand in his. “I vowed to never hurt you and love you for the rest of my days and such. But if this isn’t what you want, then I respect that.”
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You smiled gratefully at him, “Thank you Robb.”
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Several weeks had passed by since your wedding night with Robb. People had assumed your marriage was consummated, but never really asked any questions about it. You hoped that by being at Winterfell you would see Jon more, but you found out that he left for the Night’s Watch the day after your ceremony. Robb was the first to tell you and he looked guilty while doing so.
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One day, the news of your fathers death came to Winterfell via crow. It broke your heart into two, especially since the murderous hag you suspected had done it was sitting on the Iron Throne beside her son with a smug grin on her face. By all the Seven Gods, you hated Cersei Lannister. Robert Baratheon’s death ultimately splitted Storm’s End. Who should the loyal vassals turn to? The true heir to the Iron Throne, His nasty brother, Stannis, or his other soft-hearted brother, Renly? Frustration clawed at you.
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Eventually, you allowed your mind to glaze over the thought of Jon and the death of your father. You allowed yourself to be happy with Robb and how he made you feel. From the outside, it could’ve looked like you two were a real couple instead of a platonic one. Robb had declared war on house Lannister for the unrightful execution of his father and the presumed death of his sister, Arya, and you were utmost grateful for it. In some way, you felt that Robb was doing both your father’s justice. Even with the new declaration, divided houses of Storm’s End flocked to Stannis, Renly, and much to your surprise, Robb. This really helped him have an edge over the opposing, murderous royal house known as the Lannisters.
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Unfortunately, his luck had run out after an altercation with Walder Frey. The Lord of Crossing wanted something in return for Robb’s desire to cross the Twins, but your husband couldn’t hold up his end of the bargain and lost his head for it. It was chaotic being in a castle where everyone was murdering everyone- you didn’t even know who to trust! Grey Wind had led you to safety, nobly taking down anyone who stood in your way. A few of Robb’s men had noticed you and took the extra measure of protecting you and providing you with a horse, sparing two men to keep you safe on your escape.
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The group of you rode hard for the North, the screams of battle were now inaudible as you approached Winterfell. How long had it been? You assumed it was weeks— maybe even a few more months than you expected. The two men — whose names you learned were Rodrik and Kevan — you were riding with warned you that Winterfell might not be safe, and by the time you rode over the rolling moors, the Stark sigil had been replaced by a Bolton one.
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Tears brimmed your eyes, prompting Kevan to speak up, “M’lady, we should backtrack and head around Winterfell. We may not be able to seek help here anymore.. but what about the bastard?” You nodded simply, steering your horse to face the direction you came from and following the two men without another word.
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The ride to Castle Black was difficult and extremely long— longer than the journey to Winterfell. You were tired, your horses were tired, and so were your two loyal bannermen friends. A cough escaped you as you wrapped yourself up into an even tighter grip, the cloak one of the men spared you doing little justice against the harsh coldness. After days, the sight of the Wall was in plain view and so was Castle Black. You were ecstatic, your eyes gazing happily but sadly at the home of crows.
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“Open the gate!” You heard one of the men shout as you approached, everyone rushing to their places in order to help. You clambered down from your horse, Grey Wind moving forward to nuzzle your leg before seeing his younger brother Ghost, immediately rushing to his side and sharing a quick nuzzle. You let out a shaky breath, your eyes surveying the what was left of the Night’s Watch. They stared back at your hungrily, like wolves ready to pounce on kill.
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Subconsciously, you allowed yourself to slouch, covering up whatever prominent features you had before searching for the dark, dreamy eyes you yearned to look in. You soon found them, but instead of their once soft look, they now sported a defeated and cold look. Jon slowly stepped down the stairs, his hand gripping the sides before stopping at the bottom. He then rushed forward, gathering all of you in his grasp. Jon let out a little happy chuckle, his eyes beginning to brim with tears as he pulled away, giving you a long kiss on the forehead.
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“I am so.. so sorry, (Y/N).” He says at last, his gaze sympathetic with a hint of mourning. He took your hand, motioning for his fellow watchers to take your horses. Jon looked at your two guards, nodding at them appreciatively. “Thank you both for keeping her safe. There’s food, clothes, and fresh hay for your horses.”
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He took your hand and led you to his private chambers.
Hi! This is a request fic, if you feel up to: I think Book!Val will be Show!Tormund, Jon returns to her and they and their kids lead the freefolk back North &reform their civilization. We all need a happy ending postseason8. Thanks!
When you had left Winterfell with Tormund and the rest of the freefolk you knew you had to prepare to never see Jon again. “You should go with them,” Jon told you. “They need you to lead them.”
“I know,” you leaned your face into the hand he placed on his cheek. “Promise me you’ll be careful.”
“I’ll come back to you if it’s the last thing I do,” he swore to you. “You should take Ghost with you. I’ll feel better knowing he’s up there to protect you and the kids. Plus he doesn’t belong down here.”
“I guess he’s got that in common with us,” you grinned. “Be safe.” He looked to your side and knelt down to the kids. Ned, your oldest at 6 years, looked just like his father. “Take care of your Mother for me and watch after your brothers and sister. Can you do that for me?” Ned nodded. He knelt down at the twins who looked so much like you. Thorrand and Dalla were nearly 5 but almost as tall as their older brother. Dalla, being the first girl, had a special place in Jon’s heart. “You two behave. No fighting and driving your Mother crazy while I’m gone.” Asrin, your youngest daughter, was 2 and held onto her sisters hand. “Try not to ride Ghost again,” he kissed her hairline. He stood up and kissed you one last time before he rid out of the gates.
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You had spent the past months organizing the free folk at Castle Black. You and Tormund had been working to gather food and supplies and get all the Free Folk ready to go back beyond the wall. You had received ravens from Sansa, informing you of the Dragon Queen’s rampage, then death, and that Jon had been taken prisoner. Another raven came weeks later telling you about her journey to the capitol.
The next Raven came weeks later and when you saw the familiar handwriting you nearly wept. Jon had been released and was coming to you. You waited for months, beyond eager to see him. The children had grown restless to see their father again and had taken to bothering Tormund in his place.
When the gates opened you stood with Tormund on the ledge and waited to see the dark mop of hair ride through. As soon as he saw you his were didn’t leave your face and he smiled. As his feet touched the ground the kids were on him like hungry dogs on a roast. He picked Asrin and Thorrand up and carried them to the foot of the stairs, which you were now coming down. He walked around the stair rail and you saw the surprise on his face when he saw you.
You stopped in front of him and smiled. “Did Tormund finally get to you,” he joked and put the kids down so he could feel your protruding stomach.
“It seems our last night together was a potent one. One of the women says it’s a boy.”
“Another one,” he shook his head as he smirked. “They are going to gang up on us one day.”
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You sat atop your horse, a sleigh hooked up behind you with the children sitting close together and wrapped in furs. “Smell that Y/N?” Tormund dramatically enhailed. “Smells like freedom.” He looked to Jon as the castle gate closed. “King Crow, are you ready?”
He nodded and looked at you and the children before staring at the white horizon. “Let’s go home.”
What We Do in the Dark ( Fic Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Jon Snow imagine where the reader is a wildling and after having a flirty relationship together they end up in the cave scene that’s usually Jon and Ygritte? If that makes sense? Thank you lovely! Your writing is phenomenal x)
Invisible (You felt like Jon never noticed you. You were always too shy to express your feelings until you see Jon talking to a Night’s Watch brother. Now, you have to confess your feelings before its too late.) (part 2)
She Looked At Him (Shy Reader and Shy Jon confess their feelings.)
Staring (Pure fluff)
Series:
The Coldest Kiss: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five
( Based on a tumblr imagine: What if Jon and you were friends, but he wanted to be more. Jon sees you flirting with Robb and preferring his company. So, Jon thinks you don't care about him at all. That is until a certain, mischievous Stark tells you the true feelings that Jon has for you.)
Underneath Our Armor: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four
( Tumblr Request: [Imagine where Jon snow marries a greyjoy girl who is secretly a mermaid. ( like can have legs on land but maybe is hiding a patch of scales also has sea monster pets) and she freaks when he finds out because when she was a kid balon said if anyone found out they'd kill her but Jon is splicing he doesn't care and maybe a cheeky little does that mean of kid will be a fish from him thanks)
Sand and Snow: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four
( Fic Request: (Hi love , I've admired your work for a while! It's fantastic. I was wondering if you could do a Jon Snow imagine where the reader is elia and rhaegars daughter (the mountain doesn't find her) so oberyn takes her in and loves her like his own daughter. She meets jon and they fall in love (he's just ned's bastard not lyanna and rhaegars) she goes to him when oberyn is killed and you can add in stuff and decide what all happens :) thanks in advance.)
BONUS:
Heartbeat Language: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three
( Modern Day AU. You and your Northern Friends have just graduated high school. Your parents hand you tickets to the hottest music festival, The King’s Feast, for the whole weekend. Jon and you have always been close friends, but something about the music tells you both something different. Something more.)
Special Author’s Note: Heartbeat Language has been on hiatus for a couple months now. I do plan to go back to it, but for right now it is what it is. :P
The sun had once again poked through the clouds, it's rays spreading themselves across the glistening waters. It was beautiful, Raenerha had to admit, but she wanted nothing more to be able to admire it from solid ground, dry land, to finally be able to watch the sun set and rise with her beloved sister.
She was so close to her destination she could nearly see it!
Her journey hadn't been once of ease and comfort, however. The voyage had proven to be just as treacherous as it was long. They crew had sailed into a storm at one point and Raenerha had begin to think that it would be the end of their journey, if not their lives.
Raenerha had been confined to the captain's quarters when the storm began, for her safety - it was the crew's priority to keep her alive until they reach Meereen - they were being paid a hefty sum of money.
The rocking and swaying and crashing of the waves upon the ship had frightened her more than she was willing to admit and, if Raenerha had been unaccustomed to the sea's uncontrollable surges, she may have been thrown onto the deck. Luckily she'd spent the last few months on the open waters, and a few trips by sea before that, and had finally earned her sea legs.
It had taken a few weeks for her balance to adjust again, she had to admit, and many jabs at her ability to stand had been thrown at her by the crew members in jest, but she'd finally managed to stay standing when the boat came across rougher waters. She was quite proud of her accomplishments.
The ship rocked still, every once and awhile, nothing near as feral as before. It was almost soothing, Raenerha realized, with the bright sun warming her through.
"Land, ho!" A voice rang through the air.
Raenerha rushed toward the side of the ship, her hair whipping around her wildly as the wind pushed them forward. She had made it! She was finally going to see her sister! Tears of relief and happiness filled her eyes, a few dropping down before she was able to sniff them away. After all those years, the things they'd gone through, they were finally going to be reunited!
Once the large ship had reach the docks Raenerha was helped from the boat. She couldn't help but smile when her boots made contact with the ground.
"My lady," a voice called from behind her.
Raenerha's eyebrows furrowed before she turned to see who'd spoken. A young man watched her without emotion, his hands clasped behind his back. His watchful eyes matched his dark skin and when she stepped forward to greet him she saw him stand a little straighter. He was a military man, of that she was certain - the only question in her mind was whether he was there to guide her or to kill her.
"I am to take you to the Great Pyramid, my lady," he spoke again, his voice he all but commanding her to oblige.
Raenerha raised her eyebrow slightly. "Who sent you?"
"Lord Varys," said the man. "I have orders to bring you to the Great Pyramid at once."
Raenerha didn't like the feeling she got in her stomach, but she nodded anyway and followed the man.
Raenerha walked into the pyramid, still in awe of it's size, and took in as many of it's features as she could.
It was much cooler inside the pyramid than it was on the outside, she was definitely thankful for that - she was now accustomed to having a breeze around her at all times, the dryness of Meereen was jarring.
There was a flock of soldiers that lined the walls of the room, each with a spear and shield in hand. On their faces they had a mask, Raenerha wondered how practical the material could have been in combat, and their expressions mirrored that of the man that lead her.
"And who might we have here," came a voice from the front of the room.
Raenerha's eyes shot up and she looked around for the person who spoke. Standing by the stairs that led up to a throne stood a man she remembered very well. Her footsteps came to a quick halt as she took in the man's unusual beard - she remembered having seen him clean shaven for her duration in King's Landing. Everything else, she realized, was still the same. He still held his head high and his hands were locked behind his back as he, too, took her in.
In turn, when he saw exactly who he was looking at, his eyes bugged. He came forward upon his revelation, his steps slow but sure.
"Raenerha Waters," he hummed, his voice puzzled. "My, my. What have you done to find yourself on the other side of the world?"
Raenerha blinked, still surprised. "I could ask the same of you, Lord Tyrion."
"You haven't heard?" Tyrion asked, genuinely confused. He stared at her for a moment before he clicked his tongue in realization. "Oh, yes. I have been waiting on this day. However, I did not think my sister would send you of all people, her children's nanny, all this way to kill me. Come now, where's the soldier that's followed you here? Where is the assassin?"
Raenerha watched him move about her on his stunted legs, his eyes boring into her own. "Lord Tyrion, it's not what you think, I-"
"Not what I think?" Tyrion repeated, his lips twisted down slightly. "Tell me then, my dear, what it. Is."
"It is not only you who is on the run from your sister," Raenerha began, watching him still watch her. "I, too, have fled King's Landing. You see I was your nephews and niece's nanny, but I am not who you think I am. I am not truly a bastard - I belong to a large house. A very large house, indeed."
Tyrion stood on his toes, awaiting the end of her thoughts. Raenerha opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of incoming footsteps so loud it frightened her. Was the Pyramid under attack? Was it truly an ambush on her? She felt the man in leather behind her stiffen and she feared her worst.
Slowly, the door to the throne room was pulled open and the soldiers around her began dropping to their knees, their hands over their hearts. Filing through the door were more soldiers, but what Raenerha saw behind them nearly made her heart stop.
When the only pale head of hair came through the door Raenerha knew that all her troubles and worries and time away had been for a just cause. Her lips pulled into a large grin, so great that she feared her lips may crack. The woman stepped through the line of soldiers and beckoned Raenerha forward.
Raenerha took a single step, fearing her knees would betray her, before she practically ran into Daenerys's awaiting arms.
"My darling sister," Raenerha heard the hushed whisper in her ear and tightened her arms around Daenerys. "I've waited for you for so long."
:) are you in for a "x years later" telling us what happened to Jon beyond the wall and his family, what about the others in the realm?
AN: Reader Part 1 below to get all the info on the kids!
Part 1
*5 years later*
You stepped out of your tent and walked into the cold frigid air of the true North. You looked around at the large camp around you. The base of the Antler River is where everyone had built the new Free Folk steadfast and the people were flourishing. Now that the White Walkers were gone everyone felt safe, animals had returned to the woods, and the river flowed. The Free Folk were able to hunt plenty and catch many fish in the river.
You and the Wildings had worked hard the last five years. The lot of you had made your own path to the base of the Antler Rivers to settle it as home. You had fought off rabid animals that had forgotten how to live after the Walker’s had spent years torturing the North. Jon had worked as elected King, with Tormund and you at his side, to bring order to the Wildings and help establish your new home. The lot of you had also take a part of the Southern folks customs and had logged trees to build warmer log cabins, as well as tents.
You walked towards the area where the children played and yelled for your 5 year old, Robb. “Robb, come put this on.” You held up the new fur you had just finished. He was growing like a weed and was nearly too large for his current coat.
“Mother,” he groaned.
“Come now and get it over with.” He ran over, quickly exchanged his furs, and went back to playing with his friends. You took the old fur and walked to where you expected to find Jon. You smiled when you saw Jon practicing sword fighting. His movements were still strong but he was being incredibly gentle. “Keep both hands on the hilt there.”
You laughed as he tried to teach your youngest ones, Lyanna and Rickon, how to wield a sword. “Jon,” you called. “They’re two, they don’t know what the hilt is.”
“Lyanna, show your Mother the hilt.” She ran over with her wood sword and pointed at the bottom. “That’s my girl.”
“She’s too much like her Aunt Arya.” Since settling back in the North you had birthed Robb and the second set of twins. You had told Jon no more, to which he replied, “We’ve named almost all my family, why stop now?” Tormund liked to joke that you two seemed to be trying to repopulate the Free Folk by yourselves.
“Rickon, Lyanna, go take your swords back to your cabin. And here,” you passed the fur to Rickon, “take that with you my sweets.” You watched the kids walk towards the tents and Jon wrapped an arm around you and leaned over to kiss your forehead. “A couple Ravens flew in for us.” You passed the first one with a black direwolf seal on it.
Jon opened it and skimmed it. “Sansa says she wishes we’d make a trip back to Winterfell. She’d like to meet her new niece and nephews and see us again. She says the North is growing stronger with each day.”
“I think a trip down south would be lovely.”
“We’ll have to make sure she can accommodate our wild children and the 6 direwolves that travel with us.” After coming above the Wall, Ghost had managed to find himself a friendly mate and the two had 4 pups.
“We can’t take Jade with us,” you spoke of Ghost’s mate. “She’s with pups again and won’t be able to make the trip; and I’m sure Ghost won’t leave her side with the babes coming. The pups might want to come once they see the kids leaving with us.”
Jon nodded. “I’ll write her tonight and tell her we will visit.” The next one had a red direwolf on it, from Bran. Jon opened it and you watched his eyes narrow before he laughed. He looked up at you and laughed some more. “What,” you asked? He passed you the note and you skimmed it. He said Arya was doing well, still sailing and discovering her new world. King’s Landing was progressing nicely, Sam wanted more accounts of the North from you, and he congratulated you and Jon on your new child. “Has he forgotten that the twins are 2?” You didn’t understand, Bran never forgot anything. As you looked up at Jon and saw the look on his face you shook your head. “No. No, that’s impossible.” Then you quickly thought about when you last bled.
“By the First Men,” you cursed. You pointed an angry finger at Jon. “This is your fault. You need to learn to keep your hands off me. I’ve had more children than a hog!”
“But you still look as radiant as a Dornish flower.”
You couldn’t help but grin. “Flattery is what got us here, Jon Snow.”
Fic Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Jon Snow imagine where the reader is a wildling and after having a flirty relationship together they end up in the cave scene that's usually Jon and Ygritte? If that makes sense? Thank you lovely! Your writing is phenomenal x
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Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12655290
“You mean to tell me you haven’t done it?” you asked. The cold wind blew between you two.
“Well, I sort of have done it,” Jon responded to you as you both walked with the other wildings.
“No, you’ve either done it or you haven’t,” you corrected him. Jon looked away from you, and you nudged him. “I knew it. I bet you don’t even know where to put it.”
“I know where to put it!” Jon said a little too loud. Some wildings looked back at you both. Jon blushed and looked away. You couldn’t help, but laugh at him.
“You know nothing, Jon Snow,” you said into his ear, and continued on your way.
Your group came upon two deer. You immediately rose your bow and aimed at the beasts. Jon was close to you. So close enough you could feel his warm breath on your ear.
“Careful,” he whispered.
“I’m careful,” you whispered back. “Leave me be.”
“Have you ever missed a shot?” Jon kept bothering you, but then again you liked it when he bothered you.
“Never,” you whispered back. “I’ll make this shot and then some.”
“With me here, bothering you like this?” Jon joked.
“Yes, even with you here,” the deer moved to the left. So did your bow. You released the arrow and it flew straight into one deer. The other fled away, but not until you put an arrow through its behind. You quickly reloaded and put another arrow into the second deer, killing it.
You smiled smugly at Jon while other wildings carried your kill to the camp. Jon rolled his wonderful brown eyes at you. You ate dinner in silence, but you shared glances between bites. You could feel his eyes on you. In fact, you know his eyes have been on you more than once lately.
You knew that because your eyes were on him too. His pretty curly hair. His pretty soft eyes. His pretty lips. You wondered what else was pretty about him. What could possibly be under those layers of fur and leather? You found yourself biting your lip, thinking about it. You took another bite of the deer. It felt like tearing into flesh. You took out your sexual anger in biting it more and more, thinking about biting into Jon’s flesh.
“You alright?” a wilding asked you. You nudged him.
“I’m fine,” you responded. You threw away the bones and walked away from the scene. You heard footsteps behind you, and you just knew. “You gonna follow me?”
“You’re not fine,” Jon said. “What’s wrong?” You punched him in his arm.
“Didn’t you hear me back there? I said nothing,” you began to walk away, but Jon grabbed your arm.
“Don’t lie to me, wilding,” his voice lowered to a whisper. It almost sounded like a threat. The northern winds blew against you. You felt their familiar bite on the tops of your ears. Out of the corner of your eye, you spied a cave. You booked for it, carrying no torch, and no weapons.
Jon called after you, but you kept running for the cave. What did it matter? He was going to follow you anyways like he always did.
“Seven hells, Y/N!” Jon called after you again. You ran into the cave, and turned around with a smile on your face. It was a stupid plan. It was half-baked, improvised, and stupid. It was going to work.
You started to take off your top layers. Next it was your boots and under layers. You started to feel the cold, but not as much. You heard footsteps inside the cave, and you couldn’t contain your smirk.
“Y/N? What are you doing?” Jon asked you. Fully naked, you slowly walked to him.
“I know your eyes have been on me,” you started. “I know you’ve been looking.”
“I have,” Jon admitted. You appreciated his honesty even now with his eyes on you. He didn’t know where to look or where his eyes should stay.
“And you know where my eyes have been.”
“We can’t do this.”
“Yes, we can.”
“I’m a—
“You’re a crow? Or one of us? Prove it to me. Break your vows,” you walked closer to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
“We shouldn’t,” he said in a serious tone. You bit your lip and went in for it.
“We should,” those were the last words you said as you kissed him. Your lips crashing into his. You almost bit him. Jon’s gloved hands wrapped around you. He was reluctant, but then he hungrily kissed you back. Your hands touched his curly hair entangling themselves in it.
Jon’s mouth explored yours for a moment until you felt him kiss lower and lower. His mouth found your neck. His kisses were hungry, but gentle enough to never hurt you or leave any marks. It found your chest where he lingered for a moment. He inhaled your smell and moaned as he went lower.
“You’re still dressed,” you smiled, enjoying all the attention you were getting. “Take off your damned—Oh!” He went there. He stayed there. His tongue digging and finding new crevices down below. Your hand went to the top of his head, grabbing it and pulling it.
Jon kept kissing and tonguing you. It swept across you until you felt a thick wetness down there. Jon grabbed your hips and kissed them, working his way back up to you. You found his mouth again and you kissed him harder. Your mouth bit his a bit, and his fingers found your folds. Your fingers found his outer layers. You almost ripped them off.
Jon’s fingers left your folds and he lifted his shirt over his head. Your eyes went wide at his muscular body. Everything was so molded, like he was made from the Old Gods themselves. Your fingers touched his chest, and he felt unreal. His heart was beating fast.
Jon grabbed your head, and kissed your whole mouth again and again and again. You led him to the floor where the stone was flat and cold. You laid on your back while Jon’s pants slipped off. He positioned himself over you. You watched his eyes look over you and then you felt his fingers inside you again. They were warm and thick, but they gently went in and out of you.
You allowed yourself to close your eyes. To just feel his fingers inside of you was otherworldly. You wanted more. You wanted all of him. Suddenly, you felt him inside of you. Your eyes opened in shock at his size. You both moaned at the first insert. Jon let himself go all the way inside you feeling how deep you could go.
He slowly put in a rhythm. He wanted to feel every part of you he could get to. His hand ran up your side and to your face. He bent down, keeping the rhythm, and kissed you slowly. Your eyes fluttered and you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You wanted him as close to you as possible.
Jon thrusted faster keeping close to you. He kissed your face so gently, but his thrusts kept getting faster, harder, and stronger.
“Jon,” you moaned at him. Jon looked at you, his hands on the sides of your face. You saw the beads of sweat coming from his forehead. You watched his eyes dilate. His breathing became shorter.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. His thrusts became slower. His hands wrapped around you and lifted you into a seated position with him. You were on top. You were in control. You put your hands on his shoulders and you began to do what you always wanted to do.
You began to shift yourself up and down on him. Jon moaned loud and buried himself into your chest. He sucked at your breasts, and you continued to move yourself on top of him. Your speed became faster until Jon found himself on his back with you having all the control. Your fingers found your bundle of nerves and you rubbed it in circles.
Jon’s strong hands found your hips and he guided them as you rocked them. He was so good. How was he this good? It wasn’t possible. Jon’s thumb replaced your fingers and he continued work on your clit while you rocked him. Maybe he did know some things.
You felt yourself growing hot. The tension between your legs built up inside of you. It curled and twisted each time Jon’s thumb made a circle. You didn’t know if you were getting tighter or if Jon was getting bigger. You bent over him and he Jon began kissing your breasts again, sucking on them.
Jon wrapped his arms around you, holding you while you rocked him harder. Tension between both of you grew unbearable. You started to let out moans that you couldn’t contain. Your breathing grew shorter and short until you felt it all unwind onto him. Jon moaned feeling you becoming undone onto him.
His hands gripped your hips and guided them until you were finished. Exhausted, you felt yourself fall back onto the cold stone cave floor. Jon put himself back inside of you, and you squealed in pleasure. He felt wonderful as he thrusted hard into you. He was getting close.
“Y/N, Y/N, I think I—
“Shush, just go,” you told him. “Fuck me. Love me until you’re spent.” Jon continued to move back and forth into your body until he couldn’t take it anymore. You felt him twitch inside of you and he groaned loud into the cave, echoing in the distance. His cum inside of you felt warm, and as he pulled out so did the cum. The tip sensitive to the touch.
Jon Snow looked at you, and for the first time in your life you’ve never felt so loved. Jon collapsed beside you, and you kissed his face. Jon Snow was no longer a crow.
Summary: You felt like Jon never noticed you. You were always too shy to express your feelings until you see Jon talking to a Night's Watch brother. Now, you have to confess your feelings before its too late.
Words: 1366
Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12680496
There are many truths in this world. One, snowy mornings inside castles are romantic and dreamlike. Two, freshly made steamed milk with chocolate inside is a perfect pairing with snowy mornings inside castles. Three, bastards swinging swords around at other men was a perfect thing to watch while drinking hot chocolate on a snowy morning inside a castle.
Your wide eyes almost couldn’t blink at the sight of him. You heard the clanging and clinking of metal against each other. Yes, most of the girls at the window gawked at Robb Stark. He was nice. He was tall. He had decent hair.
He wasn’t Jon.
You had been watching Jon for a while now. You couldn’t admit it to the other girls, but Jon was a far better swordsman than his older brother. The way he defended himself, and then quickly recovered to parry. The way he kept himself a small target, or how he always managed to knock Robb down.
“He’s going to beat him this time,’ a girl whispered to another girl, but you knew better. Two days ago, Jon practiced a new move that could quickly take down any enemy. You took a sip of your warm drink and waited. Robb lunged forward at Jon. Jon responded by doing his new move. He took Robb’s sword, twisted it around, and formed an ‘X’ at Robb’s neck.
A collective groan came from the group of three girls at the window. All, except you. You smiled down at your favorite Stark. Robb laughed out loud at his brother’s accomplishment. Jon dropped the swords, and helped him up.
“You always beat me,” Robb commented.
“I have to,” Jon said, looking up. “We have an audience.” The three girls squealed and jumped back. You stood in place. You wanted Jon to see you, but he didn’t nod your way or anything. Jon only walked away.
“I know you’re up there girls,” Robb shouted. The three other girls squealed and giggled again. This time, they ran off to another part of the castle away from the handsome wolf. You walked away from the scene, frowning.
Another day, you hid behind a door while you watched Jon speak to a brother from the Night’s Watch. You felt your stomach drop. He couldn’t be possibly thinking about joining them? If he did, he would be gone forever. You would never see him again. You had to say something to him.
At first, you thought telling him would do it. You practiced in front of a darkly-haired broom over and over again. You mustered up the courage and marched right into the same room as him. He leaned against a table speaking to Theon. You took a deep breath and you started to walk towards him until your dress snagged onto something rusty on the floor. You tripped and fell onto the ground.
You heard several footsteps around you.
“Are you alright?” you heard Jon’s voice. You looked up and saw Jon’s hand extended to you. You gasped and covered your mouth before you could say anything stupid. You took off.
Writing it down. Yes. Writing a note required no speaking. Ink and paper had always been your friend. The words and feelings weaved together and poured onto the paper. You read it over, and you knew this was it. You folded the paper neatly as you could.
Jon and Robb watched over Bran as he practiced archery in the courtyard. As you approached them, your boots crunched down the snow. This was it. You would give him your confession, and he would know how you truly felt. You felt the wind pick up and it tickled your nose. It itched and triggered you to sneeze causing you to drop the note. The wind picked up again, and the note took off with it.
“No!” you screamed. A lot of people in the courtyard turned to you to see what was going on. You covered your mouth again. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, and you ran off again. Needless to say, Jon did not get your note.
Gifts. People like gifts especially handmade ones. Sewing was not your strongest suit, but baking was. You knew Robb and Sansa had particular sweet tooths. Jon could have a sweet tooth as well. You snuck into the kitchen at night and started to bake Jon a sweet apple pie. You smelled the apples as you chopped them up.
As you added cinnamon and sugar to them, it smelled even better. It smelled so good, you started to hum to yourself. All of the northern songs of love came to your mind. Tales of true love and unrequited love came through your mind and voice.
You slipped the pie into the oven, proud of your handiwork. You leaned against the counter and smiled. This time would be it. ‘Luck came in threes’ you told yourself. Twice you were spoiled. This third time would not fail you.
“So that was you singing wasn’t it?” Jon asked. You turned sharply, almost falling to the ground again. Jon Snow stood in the doorway in a thick tunic and pants. His fingers played with each other.
“What?”
“That was you,” Jon said again. “I heard humming down the hallway. I didn’t see anyone else. I assumed it was you.”
No. No. No. Not now. The pie wasn’t even finished yet. You just put it in there. This was not happening. This can’t be happening. Why? Why now?
“Yes, it’s me,” you managed to say.
“It was very lovely,” Jon stepped into the kitchen. “Are you baking something?” You nodded your head. A pause grew between you two like grass in the summer, slow and not worthy of watching.
Jon broke the silence. “Are you going to tell me what you’re baking?”
“Oh!” you snapped out of it. “A pie. A sweet apple pie.”
“Seriously?” Jon inquired. “That sounds wonderful. Would you mind if I had some when it is finished?” You nodded your head. Heat rose to your cheeks again. Standing this close to him was unbearable.
“You may,” you turned away from him, hoping he couldn’t see you.
“Have I said something to offend you?” Jon asked. You shook your head.
“No, you have not.” You let the silence build up again between the two of you. What were you supposed to say? He was right behind you. You could tell him. You could let out all of those feelings and he would know. All you had to do is open your mouth and—
“I notice you,” Jon confessed. You turned to face him. He was fiddling with his fingers. “When you’re at the window with the other girls. When you fell the other day, and when you walked across the courtyard. I see you.”
You let your arms fall to your sides.
“I mean, at first, I would just glance at you,” Jon continued. “Then, I started to see you everywhere. Not that I minded, I only meant that I wanted to see you everywhere. You’re so quiet and gentle. Robb can have his group of girls, loud and giggling.”
Jon stepped towards you. His fingers outreached to you. “I only wish to be near you.”
“You feel that way about me?” you doubted him. It felt like this moment shouldn’t be happening. It was too good to be true. Jon tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
“You’re not as invisible as you think,” he told you. You looked into his brown eyes and saw exactly what you wanted to see: truth. Jon would never lie to anyone, especially you. Your fingers entangled with his. You didn’t need the pie anymore.
“What am I then?” you asked softly. Jon smiled, letting your anxious fingers dominate his.
“You are mine, if you’ll have me?” He asked you, already knowing the answer. You let go of Jon’s fingers and embraced him. He smelled of the woods and pine.
“I’m yours,” you said. Jon held you tighter. His arms wrapped around your waist, and yours around his neck. The pie burnt in the oven, but who needed pie when you had what you always wanted?
