2016 July Collection

Request - Jon Snow "Love is weakness"

The words his sister had spoken to him echoed through his mind. Jon knew that Ramsay was going to try something. Jon knew that if he really wanted to win this battle, he would have to outsmart the Bolton bastard by not falling for any of his tricks.

While the Bolton army was slowing marching towards the field, it felt like the minutes were turning into hours and the hours were turning into days. They were clearly with more men than the Stark-Wildling army Jon had managed to gather. And they were simply preparing for an easy and short battle with them as the victors.

Jon tried to remind himself that battles had been won against greater odds. He tried to convince himself that if he would be able to be the smarter one, it would be possible to sleep in Winterfell tonight. He tried to hold on to the fact that there was always a possible way out of an unfortunate situation.

Ramsay Bolton was the last to march into the former lord Commander's sight. He was sitting on his high horse and even from this distance the smirk on his face was visible. His hands were holding a rope and with one last pull he almost made you trip over your own legs.

"(Y/N)..." Jon cursed when he recognized you. For a short moment he hoped his eyes were tricking him, tricking him into believing that you were still alive, tricking him into believing that the best friend he had lost still had a chance to return to him. His heart however was making clear that it was not a illusion.

You were the one standing there. You were the one being held captive by Ramsay Snow. You were the one lord Bolton was going to use to lure Jon out. You were the one who would change the entire game without even knowing it.

Even though there was an echo in the back of his mind telling him that trying to rescue you was the stupidest thing he could do, Jon bent his head and forced his horse to start running.

On the other side of the field you did the same. Even though your legs could barely cary your weight you started running. Your face was covered in blood and dirt. You were almost tripping over your own legs every few steps. On top of that you were barely missed by the arrows Ramsay fired at you.

Jon forced his horse to run faster than ever and he held out his hand when you were almost within reach. He swore himself that if the two of you would survive this battle, he would admit his feelings to you. He would admit that he was in love with you. He would admit that he had been in love with you ever since he had met you. He would admit that he would want to live the rest of his life with you.

When the last of Ramsay's arrow pierced your heart, your tired body fell on the ground. The dust mixed with the dirt and the blood and you stared at Jon for one last time before you closed your eyes. You had never had a fair chance and in that moment Jon realized that. You had been dead already. You had been dead ever since you had been captured by Ramsay. You had been nothing but a trap.

And Jon had fallen into that trip without hesitating. He stared at your lifeless body one last time and then he took a deep breath. There were two possible outcomes for today's battle. Either he would die and be reunited with you before the night would fall. Or he would avenge your dead by killing Ramsay Bolton himself.