GoT One-Shots!

We Grew Up Together(Jon Snow x fem!reader)

Jon watched your face as you giggled at something he said. To him, that was the best part of being in Winterfell. You. Everything about you. The two of you had known each other pretty much your whole lives. You grew up in Winterfell. Over the years, Jon fell in love with you. He'd wanted to be with you, but he knew you'd never feel the same for him and that helped him make up his mind to go to the Wall. He thought there was nothing to keep him there.

Truth of the matter was, you loved Jon too. You never said anything because you knew he wanted to do something honorable with his life. You knew he'd had his heart set on taking the Black. When he left, you knew you'd miss him terribly. You'd miss his dark curls blowing in his face as the two of you rode through the woods. You'd miss his dry wit that most people didn't understand and you'd miss talking to him.

You stopped laughing when you noticed Jon staring. "Is there something on my face?" He shook his head as a light pink dusted his cheeks. "Y/N, why are you not betrothed?" You started at the question. It wasn't something you and Jon talked about since it was a sensitive subject for him. In his mind, no woman especially a higher born wanted to marry a bastard. "I have no interest in marrying a man I do not love."

"Do you love someone?" You nodded sheepishly as your breath caught in your throat. Were you about to confession your love to Jon? Could you? "Who is it?" You shook your head with a coy smile. "Oh, come on Y/N! You can tell me. I already know everything about you!" You chuckled again and decided to give him a little hint. "He is a Stark."

Jon's first guess was automatic. "Robb." You shook your head and grinned. You knew he'd guess Robb first. "Bran?" You blinked at him. Bran was so much younger than you. "Yes, Jon...really?" you joked, making him laugh. "Well then it must be Rickon!" You were about to open your mouth when the boy in question came running up to you.

"What is it?" he asked, his eyes wide with innocence. "Y/N loves you." You glared at your friend. "You do?!" You giggled and leaned down. "Of course I do! You are too sweet not to love." You kissed his small cheek earning a grimace from him. "EW!" he cried, wiping the kiss off his cheek and running away. You clutched your stomach as you nearly doubled over with laughter.

When you stopped laughing, Jon went right back to his guessing. "It has to be Robb. Robb must be the one." You rolled your eyes. "It's not Robb, Jon. The man I love has dark eyes, not Tully blue. He is around my age and he knows everything about me except, it seems, that I'm in love with him." All signs of joking were gone from your voice. With that, you left Jon sitting there to think. If he couldn't figure it out, it was his loss.

Jon watched you walk away with his mouth open. Him? You loved him? He shook his head. "No, no she doesn't. She can't. I'm not good enough for her," he muttered. "What are you talking about?" Robb's voice startled Jon from his thoughts. "Y/N. I asked her why she has not been betrothed yet." Robb laughed loudly. "Everyone knows it's because she's madly in love with you." Jon scoffed. "No, she isn't."

"Snow...you really are clueless when it comes to women. Trust me when I say that she is in love with you. Has been for longer than I can remember. She just thinks you don't love her." Robb clapped his brother on the back and made his way to the training yard. Jon couldn't believe that you thought he didn't love you. How could he not? Then, he realized that he was doing the same in thinking that there was no way you could love him. Without waiting another second, Jon took off in the direction you'd gone.

He found you in the corridors, heading for your chambers. "Y/N!" You stopped and glanced over your shoulder at him. "Jon." You turned to face him completely, but you didn't get a chance to say more. When he reached you, Jon grasped your upper arms, pulled you close and smashed his lips into yours. You squeaked in surprise, causing Jon to pull back. "I'm sorry," he muttered sheepishly. "You should be," you said making his eyes widen. "You should be sorry you stopped kissing me," you quipped with a smirk. Jon chuckled and kissed you again more gently.

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