Game Of Thrones (Reader Insert One-shots)

Jon Snow (Part One)

You sat next to Jon. He watched the others in Winterfell's great practice yard, whacking each other with wooden swords and blunt steels. It was strange to see your dear friend skipping any chance to practice ever since he decided he would join the Night's Watch. But now he was sitting on the stone steps leading to the top of the wall and seemingly he was lost in his thoughts. You quietly sat down and after a couple of long minutes you nudged him gently with your shoulder. "Hey."

Jon looked up and your eyes met for a split second. He smiled a little and then fixed his eyes again on the fighters practicing. "Robb's stronger" was all he said and he returned to observing the scene. "He is." You admitted. "But Theon's faster."

Theon circled Robb and leapt from time to time, but Robb blocked all of his attacks as if he was just playing with the Greyjoy boy. Theon seemed furious and he vehemently advanced against Robb when he danced aside at the last moment. Theon tripped and landed in the mud which covered the ground thickly. The yard was filled with Robb's laughter as Theon tried to wipe the muck off his reddened cheeks. The men joined in as well and you couldn't help but chuckle at the hideous scene. You caught Robb glancing at you from time to time and you averted your gaze.

They said the Stark boy was head over heels for you. However, you didn't return his feelings and you also knew it could never happen anyways. You were a low born child, orphaned at a young age who was took in by Jory Cassel, the captain of the household guard. Jory claimed to know your late mother, but denied being your father. Still, you didn't really care about the relationship between Jory and your mother, because he raised you as his own child and provided you with everything you needed. Growing up with a knight was a rather tough task and it took its toll on you: You'd sooner go hunting than sew. Of course, this fascinated Ser Cassel very much and you honestly didn't care about the dirty looks the women gave you when they saw you wearing breeches. In fact, you turned out to be rather apt at hunting and using a bow. But let's not forget that you couldn't have done all this without your best friend, the bastard Jon Snow. The boy who started to turn into more than just your best friend. "(Y/n), you've always been my best friend and will be, I know." He'd said and he wasn't aware of the pain his words had caused you. "And I know you'll always stand by me and support my cause, whatever should happen. Look, I'll be joining Uncle Benjen on the Wall. I'm going to take the black."

That day you lost all hope and tried to distance yourself from him. You even tried talking to Robb once - in one of your rather desperate moments - but the overwhelming guilt was too much for you. Every single night you dreamed about him - his voice, his black locks, his shy smile. You could almost feel his kisses and his hot skin on yours... You dreamed about things you would never get. And that hurt more than everything. Your days turned into endless tortures and you found yourself slowly burning out. You knew that when Jon left, you wouldn't be able to carry on. Even just thinking about that one day filled your heart with dread.

"What am I supposed to do?" you blurted out. Jon looked puzzled and you teared up. "When?" he asked softly and studied your face. "Nevermind" was all you said and you left for the Godswood.