Game of Thrones Imagines

Deserving {Jon Snow}

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Summary: Jon Snow feels that he doesn't deserve the reader's love, can Robb Stark convince him otherwise?

Warnings: none. A bit of angst, a bit of fluff.

Word count: 1.6k

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"So this is where you've been hiding."

Jon looked up from his gaze that had been fixated on the Godswood around him. Robb stood next to him, clad in leather and red-brown fur that matched his hair. He had the slightest of smirks on his face as he looked down at his younger brother, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Jon looked out at his surroundings again. It was moments like these where he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He didn't need nor want his brothers judging remarks or his laughing jeers when he found out why Jon liked to be alone so much nowadays. It seemed that with every day he was spending more time away from everyone else, but the one person who was making him push people away was also the one who kept pulling him back. With a single look in her eye or word from her mouth, he couldn't help but run back to her.

Jon didn't look up as Robb sat down next to him. A few moments passed as they sat next to each other before Robb started to speak again. "(y/n)'s been looking for you as well."

The moment Jon heard her name, he bit back the urge to look up at his brother. It had been no use though, there was no way he could stop his neck and cheeks from flushing red or his whole body from tensing up. Robb's smirk seemed to grow as he looked down at his little brother. His assumption had been right all along.

"Ah, I knew it," Robb said. "You haven't exactly been fooling anyone. Every time you're around her you forget how to speak."

"If you're going to make fun of me, I don't want you to be here." He didn't dare look up at his older brother. He had always been able to talk to girls in a way that Jon never had, but (y/n) wasn't just a girl. She had never been. What Jon felt for her was so much more, so much more intricate.

"You should tell her, Jon," Robb said. The light shining down through the leaves of the Godswood lit up the red in his hair. "Gods know that you deserve to be happy."

"I can't." He stated the words like they were a simple fact.

"Why not?" Robb was looking at him now, trying to search Jon's face for the slightest hint of what he was thinking. "She's not a hard girl to talk to, especially around you-"

"Because I'm a bastard, Robb." Jon spat the words out to get him to stop talking. "I'm a Snow. What kind of life can I offer, (y/n)? She deserves more than a bastard, Robb. Much more, and that is all I can offer her. She deserves to be loved by a man who has a title and land and who can give her anything that she wants - a man like you. Not a Bastard who doesn't have anything to his name."

"I think you can give her much more than you think. She doesn't want money or land or fancy clothes. But do you know what she does want? You. You've been too caught up in your own emotions that you haven't even noticed hers. She looks at you, Jon, like the way that you look at her when you think no one is watching. Do you honestly think you could give her nothing? You could give her a life full of love and happiness, much more than any other man could offer her."

The words made Jon look up at his brother for the first time since he sat down. He was looking at Jon with a look of exasperation on his face, as though his brother's words had offended him. He didn't know what to say as he looked into his brother's blue eyes.