Game of Thrones - One Shots

Jon Snow x Reader (2)

Your frozen hands pull on the rope bringing your horse to a complete stop. Sansa pulls up alongside you, looking just as cold as you are. You both stare up at the wall which you've heard many stories about, never expecting in a thousand years to be in such a place. Climbing off of your horse, you and Sansa move towards the gate as they pull apart exposing a way of entry. From the corner of your eye, you could see anxiety beaming from Sansa's entire presence.

"Are you alright?" you ask, concerned for your friend you've been travelling with for several weeks.

"Just a bit nervous" she replies, the warmth of her breath creating traces of fog in the frozen atmosphere. Nervous for what? You thought, but didn't bother asking.

For the past week, Sansa hasn't been sharing much with you. In fact, you didn't understand the reason for her wanting to come to the wall in the first place. You figure it's so that she can mourn her dead brother, Jon Snow, that she's told you so much about - that is until a voice captures the attention of you both.

"Sansa?". A man approaches, allowing you to examine his face up close. He has dark curly hair thats been pulled back into a bun, facial hair spread across his well-structured face. He looked nothing like Sansa, yet the way they are looking at one another gives away the sibling relationship they share.

"Jon?" Sansa speaks in disbelief, confirming what you already knew. You watch as the two embrace each other in a long hug, feeling both happy for there reunion yet confused at the same time. When they pull away, his joy-filled eyes fall on you.

You can't get over how cleaned-up and attractive he is for a man of the watch. His adorable smile almost putting you in a trance until Sansa's gentle arm interlocks through yours.

"Jon, this is my good friend (Y/N)" she introduces you with a smile. You watch as he takes off his glove and extends his hand out for you to shake. Your hand fits perfectly in his, surprised at the amount of warmth that radiates from his skin in such cold conditions. "She accompanied me all this way" Sansa adds when you and Jon release your grasps.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N). Thank you for watching my sisters back all this way" he says sincerly, bringing a smile to your face.

"The pleasure is mine" you reply, remembering your courtesies. Unable to keep your curiosity and confusion to yourself, you lean in for only Sansa to hear.

"I thought you said he was dead?" you ask louder than you had hoped, Jon clearly hearing every word making you feel stupid. Before Sansa can answer, Jon speaks up.

"I actually was. Believe me, It's a long story"

"Oh.. Well, I'm certainly glad you aren't dead, Jon Snow" you reply, regretting your choice of words. Did that sound flirty? you think to yourself, his smile bringing your cheeks to a faint pink glow.

"Me too" he replies, before shifting his attention to Sansa. "We have a lot to discuss, and no time to waste. The Bolton's will pay for everything they've done to us, I promise you". Sansa flashes him a smile filled with the little amount of hope she has left.

"I'll wait for you both out here while you discuss" you say, not wanting to interrupt there plans. You weren't a Stark, and you knew they needed there privacy. Just as you turn to leave, Jon's arm captures you from moving.

"Wait" he says, stepping close so that only you can hear his whispers. "You'll come with us. I don't trust some of these men enough to leave you out here alone". You look around, just now noticing the several men that are spread around the area. Instead of doing there jobs, some of them are staring creepily at both you and Sansa.

Your eyes fall back to Jon's, nodding in approval. Although you had just met him, you can feel an immediate connection between you both. He is handsome, and kind unlike any other man you've met before.

"This way" he says, leading you and Sansa out of the freezing cold and into a private room.

*After the discussion*

"You girls should get some sleep" Jon suggests, standing up from the table. "There is a free chamber just over there" he points.

Sansa hugs Jon goodnight leaving you to stand awkwardly waiting. When he looks to you, you smile sweetly and say your thanks before walking off to enter the room with Sansa. You both take your seats on the two separate beds, finally getting comfortable. After a moment, Sansa breaks the silence.

"So, I see you are getting along with my brother quite well" she teases with a smile, peering over at you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Oh come on.. you find him completely handsome!"

"Shhhh Shh-, Sansa really?" you whisper, rolling your eyes at her. "He might hear you and I completely do not" you lie, trying to hide your now red face.

"You couldn't keep your eyes off him the entire time we were talking" she adds, only flaming your embarrassment.

Unable to hide how flustered you are, you stand up and head out of the door leaving Sansa. Once alone, you breath in deeply, trying to relax yourself from your friends purposeful humiliation session.

Wandering back down the hall, you are surprised to see Jon still sitting at the table. You think about heading back, but are surprisingly able to muster up enough courage to approach.

"You're still awake?" you ask, Jon jumping slightly in his seat. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you". You move to take a seat beside him at the table, trying your best to hide your smile although you fail. When you look up at him, you see him also unable to contain a smile, both of you letting out a small chuckle.

"You took me by surprise" he admits, his smile quickly fading back to his normal stern expression.

"Are you alright?" you ask, wondering what he's thinking about.

"I'm okay.. Actually, no. No I'm not". He takes a deep breath before continuing. "I can't stop thinking about the Bolton's. They ruined our family, and hearing what that bast- what Ramsay did to my sister - It makes me want to walk all the way to Winterfell and chop his head off right now".

You take in his words, understanding the frustration he must be feeling yet completely unsure on how to make him feel better. All you can do is take his hand in yours, and offer a few words of hope.

"They will all get what's coming to them, I'm sure of it. If there's anyone who can put an end to Ramsay, it's you" you explain, staring deeply into his dark brown eyes. You manage to catch them bouncing briefly to your lips and your heart skips a beat wanting so desperately to kiss him. Your eyes also bounce to his lips, hoping he gets the message. Sure enough, his head slowly starts to lean in towards yours, your heart now beating out of your chest. Just as his lips graze over yours, a voice jolts you both backwards in your seats.

"Jon?" a chubby looking man says, emerging in the doorway.

"Sam, is everything alright?" he replies, awaiting his friends response. You secretly hope this Sam has a good reason for barging in at a time like this, ruining your opportunity to kiss Jon Snow.

"I'm sorry to disturb you" Sam says, directing his words mostly at you before returning his attention to Jon. "Can I speak with you for a moment?" he asks, indicating its time for you to return back to your chamber. You stand up, tucking your chair underneath the table.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Jon" you nod, his eyes filled with as much disappointment as yours.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)" he speaks softly, his voice managing to fill you with butterflies your entire walk back.

<The End>