GoT One-Shots Book 3!

Never Wavered (Jon Snow x fem!Lannister reader)

You hadn't wanted to come to Winterfell. You couldn't stand the thought of being cooped up with Cersei in the wheelhouse for a month. However, your brothers had made it their mission to convince you to join them. Not that it took much. You would do anything for your brothers and they knew it. That was the only reason you were stepping out of the wheelhouse in front of the Lord and Lady of Winterfell.

You greeted them as their station demanded, but your eyes kept flickering back to the dark-eyed young man behind them. You didn't have to be a genius to know who he was. Everyone knew of Jon Snow, Ned Stark's one indiscretion in his otherwise honorable life. One look at the young man and you'd swear he was all Stark. Those deep, dark eyes were paired with hair just as dark and the curls he had were similar to his brother Robb's.

You flashed Jon a smile as you were ushered away to prepare for the feast that night. That was yet another event you had no desire to go to. Luckily, after you made an appearance, you would most likely be able to sneak away without attracting attention. That's exactly what you did too. As soon as you had finished eating, you managed to find your way outside and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I should have known you'd find a way to join us soon or later, Y/N." You grinned at the sound of your brother's voice. "Yes well, you know the parties Robert and Cersei life don't suit my fancy." You turned your eyes to Jon. He grew uncomfortable under your gaze after a moment. You looked back to Tyrion. "Please tell me you have wine." Tyrion chuckled and handed his wineskin to you. "Thank you." Jon was quiet, but his eyes never left you.

"Are you nervous, Jon Snow?" you asked as you took a swig of your brother's wine. Jon shook his head. "No, my lady. It's just...you shouldn't be out here with me. You should be inside with the rest of your family and the Starks." You rolled your eyes. "Please, Y/N will do. I only use my title when I need something desperately. Besides, maybe I'd like to stay out here with you and Tyrion. Join us for a drink, Snow." Jon looked reluctant at first, but nodded slowly.

You spent the rest of the evening with the two men, drinking and talking. Jon grew more talkative as he drank, but he never got drunk, not like Tyrion. Tyrion ended up passing out, leaving you and Jon to stay and get to know one another. You found that you really like the young man. He was loyal and honorable and sometimes funny. He had very little pride in himself though. He believed the only way he was worth anything was to join the Night's Watch.

Spending time with Jon became your favorite part of being in Winterfell. And you spent a lot of time with him. You just couldn't seem to help it. Tyrion, of course, encouraged it. He had a fondness for bastards, cripples, and broken things. Over the course of your stay, Jon seemed to open up more too and you found yourself enjoying his company much more than anyone else's. Your affection for him grew by the day, so when the day came for you to leave, you were heartbroken.

"I hope to see you again one day, Jon. I know it isn't likely since you'll be going to the Wall, but perhaps I could write now and again," you told him. He gave you a small smile. "I'd like that." The two of you stood there staring at each other for a moment until someone cleared their throat. "Are we ready?" Tyrion asked.

Jon nodded and, after Tyrion walked away, he leaned in and kissed your cheek. "Goodbye, my lady." You were grateful no one else was around to see that or you might have melted as you whispered goodbye. You couldn't stop your tears, however, as you climbed into the wheelhouse with your sister. You had no idea if you'd ever see Jon again. You only hoped the gods were on your side.

*many years later*

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard his name. You stood next to Daenerys as Varys finished reading the letter. "Signed, Jon Snow, King in the North." You had to fight back a gasp. Jon was alive and he was coming to Dragonstone! You could have jumped for joy.

It had been years since you last saw him. Many people had come and gone from your life in that time, but you'd never felt as close to them as you had to Jon. In all this time, your affections for him never lessened much to your surprise. You had expected your feelings to fade but they had only grown stronger as was evident by how your heart lurched whenever his name was mentioned.

"What do you know about this Jon Snow?" Daenerys asked Tyrion. Tyrion's eyes shifted to you for a moment before he answered her. You tuned out what he was saying since you couldn't stop thinking about Jon. "And you, Lady Y/N? What is your impression of Jon Snow?" You jumped at the sound of your name. You bit your lip, trying to find the right words.

"My sister is in love with him and has been for years." You hissed his name in warning while Daenerys watched on in amusement. "I see. And does he return your affections?" Your brows furrowed. You had no idea. Neither of you had admitted to any feelings the last you saw him. What if he didn't love you? Or worse, what if he did but when he did arrive in Dragonstone he fell for Daenerys' charms? Men seemed to fall in love with her at the drop of a hat. Only time would tell.

You were on pins and needles a few weeks later when it was announced that Jon had finally sailed in. You waited in Daenerys' throne room with the Dragon Queen and your brother. It was deadly quiet and you had to stifle a gasp when you saw Jon. He looked the same and yet completely different. Gone were the boyish looks and, in their place, the ruggedness of a man who had seen and heard too much. His dark locks were pulled back to get them out of his face, which had a couple of scars added to it. His eyes were the same though and when they met yours, it was if time stood still.

While introductions were made, you and Jon simply stared at one another, speechless. Everything you had been feeling for him was magnified when you set eyes on him. Your heart picked up speed and you found it difficult to breathe without sighing his name. You missed the looks Daenerys kept giving you and Jon and you had to praise Jon for his ability to hold a conversation during this moment. Maybe he wasn't as affected as you.

After what seemed like an eternity, Daenerys finally left the room with Tyrion and Varys at her side. That left you, Jon, and the older gentleman that was introduced as Ser Davos. The latter cleared his throat and mumbled something about letting the crew know they'd be staying for a while as he shuffled from the room. It was just you and Jon now.

"Y/N," he whispered at the same time you said his name. You laughed softly as he smiled at you. "I've missed you, Jon. There's so much I need to tell you." You took a step closer to him, hand outstretched. You heart had yet to calm and it only pounded more violently as Jon took your hand in his. You swore he could hear it as his dark eyes pierced your (e/c) ones.

"I missed you too, Y/N." You beamed and moved to take his arm. "Then we must catch up!" You practically dragged him from the room and toward your own chambers where you spent the rest of the night and well into the morning talking. "They really did that to you? For doing what you thought was right?" you asked. Jon nodded solemnly. You could tell it was hard for him to talk about his "death" and you mentally made a note to thank the Red Woman for bringing him back to you.

"You know, it was thinking of you that kept me going when I wanted to quit," he admitted softly, "There were times when Alliser Thorne was so harsh and, when I wasn't picked to be a Ranger, and when Father died that I wanted to leave and never go back. But I didn't want to disappoint you. I didn't want to change your opinion of me."

"Jon, nothing could change my opinion of you. I love you too much and for too long to let that happen." You didn't even realize what you'd said until Jon's mouth dropped open. "What?" you asked. "You said you love me," he replied softly. You stiffened. You had, hadn't you? "I-I," you started, trying to think of a way to save yourself from further embarrassment.

Jon's hand came to rest on top of yours and he moved to sit beside you. "I love you too, Y/N. I have since the day you bested Theon in archery. I will never forget the look of pure surprise on your face even though you were the one to challenge him. You looked so beautiful and I knew I would love you forever." You giggled slightly at the memory as you leaned over to rest your head on Jon's shoulder. You stayed that way, swapping memories and stories until you drifted off to couldn't keep your eyes open any longer. Jon was with you and you felt safe, happy, and most importantly, loved.