Jon Snow Imagines

Young Love

"(Y/N)!" Jon called out, grinning as you hurried through the trees.

"You will never catch me Snow." You called back and you could hear the younger Stark children running through the woods near you. You laughed, trying to look for Jon as he crept up on you, laughing when you turned and ran into him.

"Forgive me Milady it was not my intent to startle you." He teased and held out a hand to help you up.

"Well my good Sir I am most afraid that I must tell you I am so startled I may never find my way from these woods." You giggled when he grinned at you and nodded.

"As a gentleman it's my duty to return you home." He grinned as Bran, running slowly with little Rickon in tow, jumped out with Arya and wooden sticks. "I shall return you and we shall live in a fine castle with high walls."

"We can help!" Arya declared and fought of imaginary attackers.

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"He still loves you." Sansa said as she found you staring out of your bedroom window. "The wilding woman is gone; he has always had feelings for you."

"I wish I could think the same." You muttered and pulled your furs tighter around your shoulders.

She left you alone, watching the snow slowly settled over Winterfell, daydreaming about when things were warm and happier. You stayed for most of the day, watching the birds and people hurry around their lives.

"You don't smile anymore." Jon muttered and you were snapped form your day dreaming.

"I have not felt the need to since Sir Rodrick's passing." You admitted and he moved to comfort you.

"Not even after my return, Ramsay's defeat?" He asked and you turned to face him as he brushed his thumb over your cheek.

"For a time." You admitted. "Is it true what the men said, that you ran away with a wildling woman?"

"Yes." He said bluntly "But that does not mean I forgot you or felt any differently..."

"I would not blame you..." You weren't sure what to say to him and he seemed to find the thought troubling.

"Do you not understand how happy I was when I learned that you were still alive, that you had survived Ramsay, if I ever needed proof that the old gods are still with us it would be you." He spoke with such intensity that you found your cheeks flushing.

"Then why does it feel that I am your attempt at returning your House to the way it was long before the Lannister's' came to the North?" You sighed and stepped towards you, smiling, letting his hands rest on your waist.

"When we were young did I not promise you a fine castle and high walls, did you think I was promising you a childish fantasy?" he stepped closer until you were trapped between him and the wall.

"Were you in love with her?" You asked simply and he frowned, bending down to kiss you.

"Yes... I think I must have but (Y/N) I will never love someone as much as I love you." Jon promised and you smiled. "I can prove it."

"Oh really?" You asked and he nodded, leaning over and pushing you against the wall, hands sliding to unlace the back of your dress.

His hands were gentle as he tugged the dress off and walked you to your bed, laying you down, slowly stripping down himself. Your eyes widened as your fingers trailed over battle wounds and taut muscle.

It wasn't the first time you'd seen Jon naked, you'd grown up with the Stark boys who were ever stripping down and jumping into rivers and streams, despite Lady Stark's pleas not to. But the Jon before you was very different to the Jon you grew up with.

Gone was the gentle innocence, the slightly childish look about him, in his place a worn out man who was looking down at you as if you hung the moon.

"I have wanted you since I can remember, lost count of the nights I wanted to desert the wall and find you... I would beg the Gods to send me back to those days when the only thing I had to worry about was letting you win when we'd play in the woods." The bed dipped as he lent on it, unable to take his eyes of you as if he was unsure how to react to having you waiting from him.

"When we fled from Winterfell I was so afraid you would never find me." You admitted in a soft whisper and he was suddenly kissing you, hands slowly exploring your body as he moved you up the bed to rest among the thick pillows.

"I will always find you no matter what." He sighed against your skin, slowly moving against you, your breath hitching as his rough hands slid across you to wrap your legs around his waist.