Got One-Shots Book 2

Girl Crow pt. 3(Jon Snow x fem!reader)

(loosely based on "Mulan". Read parts 1 and 2 first!)

When you returned home after Jon sent you away, your grandfather was furious. Oh, he was proud, but he was absolutely furious at the fact that you had taken Y/B/N's place. For many, many moons, the two of you fought. He pushed you so much, that you decided to leave once more. You couldn't take it. You found yourself traveling North again. This time, in the company of the Brotherhood without Banners, including Sandor Clegane.

"Why do ya care about Winterfell?" Sandor asked you one day as you rode next to him. "Why do you?" you fired back with a smile. Sandor shrugged. "I don't, but it means a warm fire and a bed for a bit." You laughed a little. "Ya never answered my question." Sighing, you ran your hand through your hair. You had taken to keeping it short. Not as short as you had in the Night's Watch, but shorter than most women. "It's the family home of the man I love. A man I met over a year ago."

"If ya love him so much, why aren't ya with him?" Sandor replied and you sniffled. "It's complicated." Sandor arched a brow. It wasn't like you not to answer his questions. The two of you had become something close to friends since you met. "He dead? Betrothed to someone else? Married?" You shook your head. "No. Nothing like that. Not really." Sandor scoffed. "You're talkin' in circles, girl."

"I met him when I was in the Night's Watch." Sandor stared at you in surprise. "Women aren't allowed to take the Black." Your grip on the reins tightened. "I did." You began to tell him everything that had happened and you counted yourself lucky that you were at the back of your little company. It was a vulnerable moment that you weren't sure you wanted them all to hear.

"So you're goin' ta Winterfell ta see if ya meet up with your bastard?" You glared at him. He could be so callous sometimes. "I just want to make sure he's safe," you whispered but you knew he didn't believe you. Hells, you didn't believe you. You wanted to see Jon to make sure that he was safe, of course, but you also wanted to see if there was a chance that he loved you like you did him.

You arrived at Winterfell a few days later, your horses leaving tracks in the freshly fallen snow. It was quiet, something you didn't expect and the guards showed you inside. You stepped into a great room and were instantly surrounded by cheers of "King in the North"! Over and over again as your eyes scanned the crowded room for the one person you wanted to see most.

You finally found Jon and you nearly stopped breathing. He was still handsome, but he looked older, more tired. He had a scar above one eye, which you could since his dark curls were pulled back from his face. It only took a second to realize that it was Jon the people were cheering for. Jon was who they were praising and naming king. It instantly made you want to turn and run, but Jon's dark gaze found yours.

You retreated from the room as quickly as possible. It had been a mistake to come to Winterfell. You couldn't ruin Jon's life now. A woman from his past just appearing out of nowhere was the probably the last thing Jon needed. So, you tried to get through the halls of Winterfell and back to your horse before Jon left that room. No such luck.

"Y/N?" The voice you'd recognize anywhere made you stop in your tracks. Steeling your nerves, you turned to him. "Jon." He smiled and your knees nearly buckled. "I never thought I'd see you again," he said and you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I'm not surprised. I had to leave, for my own safety. Had I stayed, Ser Alliser would have killed me in my sleep." Jon frowned deeply and nodded. "I know. He almost did the same to me."

He lifted the bottom of his tunic, revealing his scars. "Jon," you breathed. "Ser Alliser did that?" Jon grimaced. "Him and a few others. That's why I'm not at the Wall. My watch ended when they decided to kill me." Your gaze scanned his form. He looked different not cloak all in black. "Why did you come here, Y/N?"

You bit your lip. "I came to make certain that you survived the battle. I heard it was close, that Ramsay Bolton almost defeated you." Jon took a step closer to you. "Is that the only reason?" You shook your head. "You know it isn't, Jon. We both know the other's feelings, even if we never said them out loud. However, you have your duty now and I'll not stand in the way." You turned away to walk out.

Jon's hand shot out and gently grabbed your wrist. "Jon, please don't make this harder than it has to be. The people here see you as their king. The last thing they or you need, is a woman clouding your judgment." Jon's other hand came up and cupped your chin. He moved gently moved to force you to look at him. "My judgment has never been more clear, Y/N. Since I woke up, my thoughts have been...muddled. I knew what needed to be done, but it was if I was going on without thinking anything through. When I saw you a moment ago, it all fell into place."

"Jon..." He cut you off. "Please let me finish. If these people see me as their king, then they do. I am no king, but I would only have you as my queen. So, stay, please." Tears filling your eyes, you nodded. Jon pulled you to him and you buried your face in his chest, relishing in the feeling of having him close. "I love you, Jon." He kissed the top of your head. "I love you, too." You heard chuckling and pulled apart. You saw Tormund standing there. "If that's the prize fer leadin' a winnin' battle, sign me up ta lead the next one." You and Jon both began laughing.