Game of Thrones Oneshots

Jon snow x reader- Destiny

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Destiny is a funny thing. You never really believed in it, but it had played a large role in your life. So much so that most would call you a fool for being a sceptic.

When you were young, you and Jon were the best of friends. Attached at the hip. If someone spotted one of you then without a doubt the other was close by.

You'd play with him, fight with him with long sticks and even comfort him when Lady Stark reminded him that he did not belong. That he wasn't apart of the Stark family.

As the years passed and the pair of you grew more aware of more adult things. You had stolen each other's first kiss. It was supposed to just be innocent curiosity. But had turned into setting off the long path you both travelled down. Neither one admitting feelings. And then it was too late.

Jon stood by his horse and could barely hold in his sadness as he watched the tears roll down your cheeks. He pulled you into a tight embrace. Face buried in your hair. Eyes closed. Committing the way you feel in his arms to memory.

"Do you really have to go?" You cried and gripped onto him like your life depended on it. It broke his heart to see you like this.

"This is what I need to do." Jon placed a kiss on the side of your head, pulling away to wipe your tears. "You'll be fine without me, you're a strong woman."

Shaking your head, you pressed further into him. Almost like a stubborn child refusing to let their most precious item go. "If you won't stay then take me with you."

"You know I can't."

"I'll dress up as a man! Come up with a fake name and everything. No one has to know." Jon couldn't help but laugh as he cupped your face in his hands and saw nothing but teary-eyed determination.

"As much as I'd like to do that, the wall is no place for a girl like you." He ran his thumbs along your cheekbones. "And I would rest easier knowing you'll be here to protect my family. Can I trust you with that?"

You sniffed and gathered yourself together. Drying your eyes with the sleeve of your dress as you gave him a quick nod. "I'll keep the Starks safe for you Jon, them and the north."

With that said, Jon pulled you in for another hug before he heaved himself up onto his horse. He guided it outside the open gates of Winterfell and, before they closed completely, he cast one final glance back your way.

The pair of you unaware that the both of you were heavy with regret. For not telling one another exactly how you felt.

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Jon ran his hand through his hair and mumbled to himself. He had matured over the years. In both looks and the growing feeling of having no faith in the world.

After all this time, he had travelled beyond the wall. Had a romantic tryst with a wildling to forget about the woman he left back in Winterfell. Heard news of the war Robb started and, without knowing, dragging you into the thick of it. All information on your whereabouts after the war was over and done with had disappeared.

Jon assumed the worst.

Sansa walked into the tent, along with Ser Davos and Brienne. Her arrival pulling Jon out of his thoughts as she glanced over the map he had been leaning over. "Is there something wrong?"

"Ever since the Bolton's took Winterfell, all the other houses of the North have gone quiet." He pinched the bridge of his nose. Still trying to figure out what in seven hells was going on. "It's as if they've disappeared somewhere."