Jon Snow x Reader One Shots

A Master Swordsman...

A/N: Here's a short chapter that's a cute fight between Jon Snow and you :) Enjoy, byeee :))

You sat in the doorway leading to the courtyard. You saw Jon and Robb fighting each other. Jon dodged Robb's attacks with ease, Robb struggling to dodge Jon's. A smile was plastered on Jon's face as he slid past Robb's sword. Robb exhaled and dropped his sword,

"I surrender." Robb held his hands up in defeat as he bowed his head to his opponent.

Jon put his sword back in its scabbard, walked over to you, and smiled at you.

"You are a master at swordsmanship, as always." You smiled up at Jon.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." Jon's smile lit your heart up like a dragon's breath.

Jon handed you a light sword as he unsheathed his sword yet again.

"Let us battle!" Jon's voice echoed throughout the courtyard.

"I don't know about this, Jon. I have never done this before." You looked at the sword in your hand and then back at the bastard.

"I believe in you!" Jon swung his sword at you. Without really even know it, you blocked Jon's hit and you smile.

"Great!" Jon smiled wider and hits you again from a different angle; you barely dodge it and look at your opponent.

*time skip*
(There's gonna be a lot of these, so start getting used to them 😋)

Jon knocked your sword out of your hand, pinning you against a wall,

"You should be more careful, (Y/N). With moves like that, you could end up dead against an opponent." Jon smiled at you, the blade of his sword lightly against your neck. You smile at him and bite your lip.

You ducked below his sword as you drew your dagger from your belt. You held your dagger against Jon's neck. A smile escaped your lips as you looked at the large man in front of you.

"Careful, with moves like that, you could end up dead." You repeat what Jon said to you in a teasing tone of voice. Your lips pulled into a smile by Jon's ear.

Jon turned around, grabbing your arm, causing you to drop your dagger onto the dirt floor. Jon's eyes pierced into yours; you couldn't help but look down and smile. This was the closest you had ever been to Jon in the entire time you knew him. Your cheeks flushed in color as you noticed he wasn't moving.

He moved closer to you, his face inches away from yours. His eyes glanced down to your lips, then back to your (E/C) eyes. He couldn't help but get lost in them. You moved your face a bit closer to his, wanting the passion that would come when your lips would touch.

Almost as if Jon could read your mind, he swooped down and connected his lips to yours. His lips were cold and chapped, yet you were right- fire sparked as soon as your lips touched. Fireworks exploded inside your stomach as you brought your hand up to his cheek. Your thumb grazed against his beard.

Jon's lips finally let go of yours after a few heavy moments the two of you shared. Jon rested his forehead on yours and smiled,

"A master swordsman always wins. Don't you know that?" Jon's voice dropped with sarcasm, reminding you that the fight isn't over.

"A master swordsman never gets distracted." You smile as you picked your sword up from off the ground. You readied your stance and looked at Jon, who was nowhere visible in the courtyard.

You spun around in a circle, looking for Jon. You gave up looking for the bastard and decided to go to your chambers to change. As you were in the doorway on your way out, a pair of strong hands grabbed your waist and you screamed.

Jon was behind you, that handsome smile still plastered on his face.

"A master swordsman is always on guard, ready for any attack from any direction. Surrender, (Y/N). You know it's the only way to get out of this."

You turned around in his grip and leaned up to kiss him gently on the cheek, "A master swordsman never attacks an innocent woman on her way to her chambers, My Lord."

"My Lord?" Jon's face wrinkles a little at the title and smiled lightly. His eyes lit up with joy.

"Yes. A master swordsman is always addressed as My Lord," You look down for a moment before returning your gaze to your lover, "and it is a more fitting title for you, Jon Snow. You may be a bastard, but you are My Lord." You smiled and kissed him gently on the lips.

You took notice that his grip loosened on your waist. You took this opportunity to tease him, "And a master swordsman never lets his guard down, even for a pretty lady like me." You smiled smugly and walked off to your chambers, looking back to see Jon Snow smiling like a little boy on Christmas morning.

Word Count: 895

A/N:
Sorry if y'all don't celebrate Christmas :3
Thank you so much for the 10 reads! (Whoop whoop! This is sad. Excited over 10 reads) I hope you enjoyed the first 3 one shots. Feel free to request a one-shot, including smut or x male reader.
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