Game Of Thrones OneShots

Jon Snow x Reader

(Similar to Gilly, you were rescued from Crasters Keep, though your interests lay in the dark haired Crow with a white direwolf...)

Warnings- attempted rape (not from Jon dw😂), fluff, kind of smut not really smut🤷‍♀️ sorry if it's not great it's my first one 🤪

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The wind howled outside and the candle sat on the side table flickered, casting shadows on the wall that danced and swayed in the dimming light. Gilly lay asleep on the twin bed beside you, snoring softly, baby Sam in her arms. You envied her ability to sleep so soundly, even with what the both of you had been through. You turned over. Your thoughts were a raging mess, fractured memories of the trek back from Crasters Keep with Sam and Gilly, the white-walker encounter still fresh in your mind. You had lived at Crasters your whole life, and leaving him and that place behind had been a breath of fresh air. But mostly, your mind was swirling around one man, specifically, Jon Snow, who had saved your life from one of the rogue brothers of the night's watch. You didn't know his name, you didn't want to, but you were glad he was dead.

The wind whistled again, violently, and the candle which had been providing you light, was snuffed out, a silent whisper escaping with the puff of smoke. Turning over again, you watched as a figure walked past the grimy window, a brother whose watch had just finished most likely. Replaying the moment in your mind, you recognised the curly long hair to be Jon's. Slipping out of bed, not noticing the cold on your feet, you slip out the door, following behind him. You'd had enough of him taking up every crevice of your mind.

Following him across the courtyard, your teeth begin to chatter from the brisk northern wind, and you regret not taking your bed sheet with you to provide some sort of shield from the cold. Your feet began to sting but you pushed on, ignoring the stones beginning to embed themselves in the soles of your feet.
"Jon" you say, trying to keep your voice low to not wake others. Your aware of the fact that men of the nights watch don't often get a lot of sleep. Before you can utter another sound though, a hand is slapped roughly across your mouth, tightening painfully, whilst the other wraps tightly around your waist, halting your movements. A soft breath blows lightly on your neck, before a harsh voice whispers in your ear
"Let's see how good one of Craster's bitches is in bed then, shall we?"
Your eyes widen in fear, watching Jon's figure disappear into the darkness of the night, unaware of the commotion about to happen behind him.

As the unknown man's hand begins to slide lower, you simultaneously kick your foot up between his legs and bite down on his hand in an attempt to break free from a terrifying fate. The man curses out in pain and the hand that was sliding downwards leaves your side, but his other hand tightens painfully on your jaw, but your body has more freedom now, and you twist out from under his hand and swing at his face with your fist, connecting solidly with his jaw. Stumbling backwards, your bare feet scraping on the harsh rock, you try to get away from the cloaked figure now hunched over on the ground. You barely make it a foot before he launches himself at you, pushing you down harshly onto the unforgiving stone, a surprised cry escaping your lips and your thin night-dress providing no protection, your shoulders and back scraping roughly against the gravel and stone.
"Fucking bitch, you'll pay for that" he spits, and your eyes widen in surprise as you recognise his face in the moonlight. Your mouth opens in shock and fear as Rast pulls a small knife from its sheath, before placing it lightly against your cheek.  You whimper quietly as he adds more and more pressure to the sharp blade, and you begin to wish you'd never left your room as you feel a trickle of blood make its way down the side of your face, filling the cusp of your ear, his teeth glowing white in the moonlight above you as he smiles in joy. His hands begin to wander, groping at you and you begin to squirm, desperate to find a way to escape.