Game of Thrones Imagines

Overheard {Jon Snow}

Request by fallatyourfeet: Hi Tess, I think you're a great writer and would love to request a Jon Snow x Reader with prompts #39 #41 #56 where the reader walks in on Jon talking to someone about her and he is not sure if she overheard or not. Thank you and I can't wait to read more of your imagines 😘❤

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 1.1k

Prompts:
39. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough."
41. "I love you and there is no going back."
56. "I never stood a chance, did I?"

You wrapped your fur cloak tighter around your body, the thin dress beneath not strong enough to keep out the cool northern air. It was not something you would normally wear but when Sansa had brought it running to your room you couldn't stand to disappoint her. The look on her face whenever you wore it always seemed to make up for the Goosebumps on your arms though, her smiles always enough to send a rush of contentment throughout your body.

Even though it was dark out you knew he would be here. Jon always seemed to be out in the courtyard when he knew there wasn't a chance of anyone he didn't want watching him. You'd often join him, sometimes even Arya by your side. Other times he'd be alone, the feeling of not having any stares of disappointment a comforting thought compared to the ones he might face the next day.

You froze on one of the many Winterfell platforms when you heard the sound of two voices coming from the middle of the courtyard. It was only Arya and Jon, the light of the full moon illuminating everything in sight. Their voices were clear, echoing around the almost-empty courtyard.

"Keep your back straight and look forward." You heard Jon speak, standing just behind his little sister.

Arya straightened her back at Jon's words, his hands directing her movements. She released the arrow from the bow, the tip striking the second ring from the middle. A look of disappointment crossed her face but a smile spread across Jon's, ruffling Arya's hair as he reached across and grabbed another arrow from the bundle.

"That's good. You're improving," he smiled, passing her the arrow. Arya took it begrudgingly, huffing as she looked up at her older half-brother.

"Not quick enough. I should be getting the middle by now."

"I've only been teaching you for a few weeks. Not even the best archers learn that quickly." His eyebrows were raised at his little sister who still looked up at him with annoyed zeal.

"That's not true!" She shouted, her usual fiery demeanour shining through. "You told me that (y/n) learnt how to shoot an arrow in two days!"

"(Y/n) is different," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips and his cheeks blushing with a hint of the softest red. Hearing him speak your name only caused you to listen more carefully to the conversation.

"(Y/n) is different," Arya said, mimicking Jon's deep vocals. Jon turned around, raising an eyebrow at her. She only looked up at him with the same look of annoyance on her face. "You talk about her all the time, you know. Why don't you just confess your love to her already?"

Her words made his jaw set and body stiffen. He turned around, looking down at the table holding the various bows and arrows. "Don't talk about things you don't understand, Arya."

"So you admit it then?" Arya persisted. "You admit that you love her?"

"Aye," he admitted, mainly just to get her to drop the topic. "But I've never stood a chance, have I?"

His words made you unconsciously take a step off the rail and onto the top stair leading down to the courtyard. Maybe you hadn't heard him right, but it sure in hells sounded like it. You watched as he turned back around to face Arya.

"She's the daughter of one of our Bannermen - a lady. What am I? A bastard. It can't ever happen Arya, she's to marry a Lord one day and I... I don't even know what will happen to me."

"That doesn't matter, does it?" Arya asked. "You're still the son of Eddard Stark."

Jon sighed and shook his head. She was only a girl of 10, she couldn't yet understand what being a bastard meant in this world. He turned around but instead of his eyes landing on his little sister they landed on the outline of a girl standing on the first step of the stairs leading down to the courtyard.

The moment he saw you he took a sharp intake of breath. You opened your mouth to speak, to ask him if he had meant what he had said but it was Jon who got the words out first.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough." The moment Arya heard your voice she spun around to look at you. Jon took the bow and arrow out of her hands, getting a filthy look from the girl as he did so.

"Go Arya. It's time for bed."

"But-" she argued.

"Now."

She didn't stand around to be told off a second time. With a huff, she made her way off in the other direction towards her chambers, throwing a resentful look over her shoulder before disappearing through the door.

You made your way down the stairs until you were standing in front of him in the courtyard. His sharp breaths were turning into mist in the cold night air, each one coming out at a quicker pace than normal.

"Is that true?" You asked. "Do you really love me?"

He didn't speak for a single agonizing moment. The moment itself seemed to last an eternity, each fraction of a second turning into days. You couldn't breathe as his dark eyes looked into yours, taking in a deep breath to get the words out.

"Aye, (y/n)." You swallowed as you heard his words. "I love you and there is no going back."

You rushed forwards and grabbed his face in your hands and pressed your lips against his. You could feel his heartbeat start to quicken through your thin dress as he placed his hands in the small of your back, pulling you closer against him. His lips were soft against yours, the feel of them on yours sending a tingling sensation through every nerve in your body. His hands went up to play in your hair, loose strands falling out of your braid and settling around your flushed face.

Arya smirked from her place behind the wooden door, her giggle turning to mist in the air. She had known they loved each other, anyone who saw them together knew. But now they were truly together and Arya felt that she had played a part in it, whether her mother ended up liking it or not. She watched as Jon smiled and kissed you on the forehead. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning into the affection you had been dreaming of for years.

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