GoT One-Shots Book 3!

The Sweetest Crow (Samwell Tarly x fem!reader)

This wasn't how you planned your life, but being a bastard, you didn't have very many options. For many bastards, they could find a trade or come to the Night's Watch, or turn to thieving. There were only two options for women. Thieving or working in a brothel. You had chosen thieving. Unfortunately you got caught and ran before your sentence could be carried out. You liked both your hands. You ran and knew there was only one place they wouldn't look for you. The only place where women weren't allowed. The Wall.

You had cut your hair short, bound your breasts, and wore looser shirts and tunics to hide your secret. You passed every test and earned the respect of the men there and even the right to take the Black. While life wasn't what you had wanted, you made it work and now you had a new family. There was only one problem now. Samwell Tarly.

You didn't know how he found out, but he knew. He knew your secret. Maybe it was because he saw more than he let on. Maybe you hadn't closed the door all the way when you were changing shirts. You didn't know. And of course, if Sam found out, Jon wasn't far behind. Which is what lead you to your current predicament.

As the Lord Commander, Jon had his own chambers apart from everyone else. That's where you were with him and Sam. You were sitting in a chair feeling like a chastised child while the two men looked at you in surprise. Sam looked conflicted while Jon looked angry. "I'm sorry," you whispered, "I had nowhere else to go. I-I couldn't turn to the brothels." You hoped at least Jon, being a bastard as well, would understand your position. Sam was oddly quiet. You had no idea what was going through his head.

Sam's POV

Sam's mind was racing as he looked at you. His head and heart were fighting more than they ever had before. Part of him was relieved and the other was scared out of his mind. Sam had been fighting his growing feelings for you for a long time. You were one of the only people that had stood by him no matter what and you never let others look down on him. You were friendly and kind, nearly to a fault. Sam was falling in love and he was falling fast, but as far as he had known, you were a man. Loving you would have been another black mark on his life according to others.

"What's your real name?" Jon asked, pulling Sam from his thoughts. When you told them, Sam fought the urge to test the name on his tongue. He couldn't speak now. If he did, he'd undoubtedly shout out his feelings for you and he didn't want you to think that how he felt about you was simply because he knew you were a woman now. When he confessed, if he confessed, he would want it to be clear that it was because you were you and not because of your sex.

"Sam?" Sam jumped this time when Jon addressed him. Jon arched a brow and Sam felt himself blush. "What should we do?" Jon asked again. Sam's gaze flickered between you and his best friend. He asked if anyone else knew and you shook your head. Sam turned to Jon. "I think that, perhaps, since we are the only three who know, we could continue to keep the secret...for now. At least until we can find a way to get Y/N out safely." You frowned, but nodded in agreement all the same. You knew Sam was right. It was the best course of action even though Sam himself knew he was acting purely selfishly.

Jon agreed as well and turned back to you. "You will return to your duties as if nothing is wrong. I will be send ravens out to nearby villages and towns to find a place for you that isn't a brothel." Jon didn't say anything more, so you rose and left without a word, leaving Sam staring after you. How was he going to get through this? And would you be safe until you could be freed? Sam truly hoped so.

*time skip*

A scream from outside tore Sam from his duties. His brows furrowed as he glanced down into the courtyard from the window. You were being dragged through the snow by your hair by Ser Alliser. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" you cried out, kicking and fighting with everything you had in you. Jon's Wildling friend, Tormund, was rushing up to the group with Jon on his heels. Sam dropped what he was doing and rushed out.

"What's...happened?" he panted when he caught up with Tormund. "Seems the young lady was found out," Tormund explained, "That fu-" Tormund was cut off by Ser Alliser yelling something at you. Sam looked over and saw you glaring up at the man in defiance. He moved as quickly as he could to join Jon. Jon was waiting for Ser Alliser to finish his rant. "How did he find out?" Sam whispered.

"Olly. He decided to burst into her room without knocking. She wasn't dressed." Sam let his gaze travel to you in worry. "What do we do?" Jon didn't answer Sam directly. Instead, he shouted above the din. "Ser Alliser! Let her alone!" Alliser let you go after glaring at Jon for a moment. He opened his mouth to argue, but Tormund stepped up next to Jon, arching a brow in challenge. During the standoff, Sam walked over to you and helped you up from the snow.

"She's a woman, Lord Commander," Alliser sneered, earning another glare from you. "I can see that and until I speak to her and make a decision, she is under my protection and therefore, you cannot touch her." Alliser looked angrier than Sam had ever seen him. "Come on," he whispered to you. You dug your heels in to the snow. Stubborn as ever. Sam shook his head in frustration before looking to Tormund. The Wildling wasted no time in walking over and picking you up, placing you over his shoulder as if you were no heavier than a sack of flour.

You kicked up a fuss, calling Tormund a brute and saying some nasty things to Alliser. Sam had to bite back his laughter. You were ferocious usually, but being thrown over Tormund's shoulder made you have all the fierceness of a house cat. Sam trailed after Tormund while you fought every step of the way up to Jon's study.

As soon as the door was closed and bolted behind you, Jon sighed loudly. "You can't stay here." You nodded without argument. You were obviously exhausted from fighting Alliser and trying to fight Tormund. "I still want to be in the North," was the only response you gave Jon. Jon sat back and thought for a moment. "I can't let you go alone."

"I'll take her." You, Jon, and Tormund all looked at Sam in surprise. He felt himself blushing and hoped Tormund wouldn't comment. "Face it, I don't belong here. I know I took my oath, but Y/N shouldn't be alone. Not when there are consistent carts of criminals coming this way." Jon glanced at you and you nodded softly before looking to Sam again. Your brows were furrowed as if Sam were a book in another language you were trying to decipher.

You didn't say anything else while you and Sam prepared to leave. You remained silent as you rode your horses through the gates of Castle Black. It wasn't until you were several miles away from the castle that you spoke again. "I don't deserve your kindness." Sam nearly fell off his horse in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"I lied. I lied to you and to Jon. I put myself and all of you in danger. Aren't you angry with me?" Sam chuckled a bit and shook his head. "No. I-I don't think I could be angry with you, Y/N. In fact I-I mean to say, that is..." he trailed off, unsure of how to say it. You let out a tiny laugh then pulled your horse closer to walk next to his. Without a word, you took the reins of hisbhorse and urged him to a stop. Sam glanced at you, eyes widening when you leaned over. "Is this alright?" He nodded and you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth. "You are the sweetest man I have ever known. I think I'm in love with you," you whispered. Sam couldn't respond as you pulled away, but he knew his face was now bright red.