Game of Thrones Imagines

The She Wolf - Jon x Reader

I haven't meant to neglect Jon, I have just been waiting until I came up with something suitable, and I think I might have come up with something, so I hope you enjoy this. 🐺

"We've got it, we finally got the thing." Tormund called out as he rushed into the large room where Jon sat in front of the fire.

When the war had ended, the Walkers defeated, and Daenerys dead by his hand, Jon had made his way back to the Wall with Tormund and the free folk, trying to learn to appreciate the life he still had, despite the loneliness that consumed his heart.

"Got what, Tormund?" Jon asked, frowning at his friends over enthusiastic statement.

"That fuckin she wolf." Tormund declared triumphantly, as he strode over, taking a seat across from Jon.

Ever since Jon, Tormund, and the others had got back to the wall, a great black she wolf had been seen, it wasn't that the animal seemed to be any kind of threat; but the great beast would sneak in at night, raiding supplies and livestock, breaking things as it would clamber through the stores, trying to get to certain items before some of the men would rush out, watching as the animal disappeared back into the forest.

"Well are ya comin or not? Ya should see tha thing, its huge, I ain't ever seen a wolf like it before." Tormund said, getting to his feet and making his way back to the door, waiting for a reluctant Jon to follow.

As the two men made their way to the yard, Jon couldn't believe his eyes; the wolf was indeed large, larger than any dire wolf he had ever seen, and as he made his way over to where the beast was chained to a large post, snapping and snarling at a group of men, Jon couldn't help but notice that their was something other than its size that was different about the animal, and the difference was her eyes.

"Who hurt her?" Jon asked harshly, as he noticed the large gash in the female wolfs back leg which seemed to be bleeding badly.

"Gurnik, but he had no choice, damn thing tried to bite him." Tormund explained, watching nervously as Jon inched closer to the snarling animal.

"Hey, come on. I'm not going to hurt you." Jon said tentatively, as he held out his hand, inching closer and closer to the she wolf as she suddenly turned to look at him, her demeanour changing as she nuzzled her snout into his hand.

"Looks like someone made a friend." Tormund chuckled, coming up behind Jon, only to back away as the animal suddenly turned, snarling at the big red head.

"Come on now, he's not all that bad." Jon said, smiling softly at the wolf as her perfect grey eyes stared into his. There was something about those eyes, something almost human, something that Jon couldn't help but find himself drawn to.

Cautiously Jon released the wolf, holding onto the chain as he led the limping she wolf to the stables, gently helping the creature lay down on a large pile of straw.

"Well, I wonder what I should call you? Only a beautiful name should be given to such a beautiful girl." Jon hummed, his fingers brushing through the wolf's soft fur, the creature watching his every move intently.

"What do you think to 'Midnight'? I think it suits you." Jon asked, smiling as the wolf's tail began to move, seeming to wag slightly at Jon's choice of name.

"Alright, Midnight it is." Jon said, chuckling slightly as the she wolf dropped to her side, nuzzling into the large pile of hay.

"Are ya mad? Gods only know what this thing could do." Tormund said, keeping a safe distance away from the wolf, that whimper slightly as Jon gently examined the wound on her leg.

"She's fine, she just needs someone that knows how to handle her, and she can't go very far, not with this wound." Jon told him, standing up and looking down at Midnight.

"In the morning we will get Mafinna to look at the wound, and get her fixed up, she should be alright in here for tonight." Jon hummed, as he watched Midnight's eyes close.

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"My Lord." A voice called out, as someone rushed into Jon's room, waking him with a start.

"What is it?" Jon asked, rubbing his eyes as he looked at the man who seemed to be staring at him in disbelief.

"Its.....its...... I think you should come and look." The man said, as Jon pulled his cloak around his shoulders and hurriedly followed the flustered man down to the stables.

"Well?" Jon enquired, as he followed the man's pointed finger to where he had left the she wolf.

To his utter surprise, instead of their being a great black dire wolf, there lay a woman, a woman of such unique beauty that neither Jon nor the man next to him could do anything but stare. In place of black fur there was pale, flawless skin and long black hair, that spread out over the hay that covered the woman's naked form, the collar and chain around her neck the only things that suggested that the woman and the she wolf were one and the same.

"Quick, go get Tormund and Mafinna; I want to know what's going on here." Jon said, dropping down to the unconscious woman's side, as the man rushed off into the night.

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"She's a child of the moon, a changeling." Mafinna declared, wiping the blood from her hands as she finished cleaning the woman's wound.

"Only the gods know how she found er way up ere; but ya don't get many of er kind these days." The elderly wildling said, brushing a few strands of dark hair from the young woman's face.

As Jon had waited for Tormund and Mafinna to had arrive, he had carried the woman to his room, sitting with her as he looked at her unconscious form, his eyes unable to move from her beautiful face.

"Changeling?" Jon enquired, as he sat back down on the bed, taking the woman's hand in his.

"Ay, she's a child that can change into the beast when she chooses, or when the moon is full. Most of em don't make it ta this age, they usually get killed cos folk are scared of em; she's a strong girl to have lasted sa long." Mafinna explained, as she put a reassuring hand on Jon's shoulder.

"She lost a bit of blood, but she should be alright; might need someone ta stay with er though, a nice face when she wakes up would be good, som of em get confused when they turn, can't remember what happened when they were tha animal." Mafinna told Jon, smiling as she saw him grip tighter to the woman's hand.

Quietly Mafinna ushered a still confused Tormund from the room, leaving Jon and the changeling together.

"Well, I don't suppose that I can call you Midnight anymore can I, but when you wake up, you will have to tell me your real name my lady." Jon said softly, brushing his thumb lightly across her cheek bone.

"(Y/n), my name is (Y/n)." A quiet voice replied, Jon's eyes widening as he saw her lids flutter open to reveal her beautiful grey orbs.

"But you can still call me Midnight if you like." (Y/n) said with a smile, as Jon looked at her.

"You are the Lord Commander aren't you, Jon Snow?" (Y/n) asked, struggling to sit up, as Jon tried to help.

"I fought with the others in the war, I tried to see you to let you know what I was, in hopes that I could help; but when they came, I didn't get chance. I followed you because when I first saw you on the battlefield, I...... well, the wolf that is, imprinted on you. I am bound to you for the rest of my life, and I have to protect you." (Y/n) explained nervously as she looked down at her hand that was tightly grasped in Jon's.

"Well my lady, if you are indeed my protector, then I think that we should get to know one another better, especially as you will be with me for a while." Jon chuckled softly, moving closer as he and (Y/n) began to talk.

As the new sun rose, and the two continued to talk, Jon felt that he might finally have found something worth living for.