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Written by Admin Maisie

Request – Based on the lyrics from “Gonna Get Better” by Fifth Harmony (Jon Snow)

(I’m so, so sorry for how long this took!)

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He was doing it again.

“Jon, please! We’ve been through this already!” You sighed as you both entered Jon’s room. You had been having a lovely afternoon with him, talking and kissing his soft lips. You even got to watch him help his younger brother, Bran, with his archery.

But all the smiles and laughter faded when Jon suddenly stormed away from a conversation he was having with Robb and Theon.

At first you were confused by his reaction but then Robb pulled you aside and told you that Theon had make another verbal jab about Jon being a bastard.

Sometimes you just wished that Greyjoy would keep his mouth shut.

Being a bastard, Jon could never inherit Winterfell nor could he own any lands or hold any titles. He always thought that you were too good for him. That you deserved to be with a noble man, like Robb, and live a comfortable and lavish life as a Lady.

And every time he gave you this speech, you would always tell him that you didn’t want that kind of life. Not if it meant you couldn’t be with him.

I’m not gonna leave you now

Oh, I know it’s gon’ get better

I’m not gonna leave you now

Oh, I know it’s gon’ get better

I won’t leave you for a money man

No matter what we go through

I’m not gonna leave you now

Oh, I know it’s gon’ get better

“No (Y/N), Theon is right. You are far too good for a lowly bastard like me. You’re smart and beautiful, and you deserve only the best things that life can offer you. Things that… someone like me, just can’t give you…”

I don’t know why you always think that I

Always think I’m unsatisfied

That I’m tempted by kings with the finest of things

But you know that ain’t got no truth

I don’t know why you always think that I’m

Unhappy with our paradise

That I’m wanting the trees that are growing the green

But you know all that I want is you

You silenced him by pressing your lips to his in a passionate and loving kiss. You poured your heart into that kiss, and you wanted him to feel all it.

Pulling back after a few seconds, both of you gazed at each other breathlessly. You gently cupped his face in your and held his sad eyes with your determined ones.

“Jon, listen to me. I don’t want to be some lady to a noble lord, nor a Queen to a King for that matter. Riches hold no desire, nor wonder for me. Neither do titles or vast amounts of land. All I want… is you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I just want your love, now and forever” You murmured, and offered him a lovingly smile as you brushed away a lone tear that had rolled down his cheek.

I thought you know me better babe

Than to think that I would do you that way

I don’t need a house in the hills and I

I don’t need a man like Midas

I thought you knew me better, babe

Than to think that I would do you that way

I don’t need a house and a Benz, I just

I just want your love

He pulled you flush against him and wrapped his arms around your waist “What did I ever do to deserve such a beautiful woman like you?” He then captured your lips again for another kiss, only this time it was sweeter. You felt him relax into you and let the previous stress and tension ease away from his body.

You didn’t want to break away from the kiss but your need for air was too great. You never wanted to part from this wonderful man. He was all you’d ever want and need from this day, until your last day.

You wanted him to see himself how you saw him. A brave, kind and remarkable soul that shouldn’t be judged just because his last name was Snow.

You pushed him backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed, causing you to fall onto of him which made him laugh. You smiled and then pressed a lingering kiss on his forehead.

“I love you, Jon Snow. I love you and I always will. No matter what comes our way, I know, that as long as we are together, it’s going to get better”

I’m not gonna leave you now

Oh, I know it’s gon’ get better

I’m not gonna leave you now

Oh, I know it’s gon’ get better

I won’t leave you for a money man

No matter what we go through

I’m not gonna leave you now

Oh, I know it’s gon’ get better

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Requested by  angels-and-thrones

Written by Admin Jewel~

Warning! Trigger Warning

You had married Jon Snow on the night before his vows to the Night’s Watch. It had been risky, and in all honesty not a very clever move, but you two had been so desperate to be together and it had been such a perfect night with just the both of you together, that you didn’t even have the time to wonder if you should have pushed Jon away instead. To protect him, and yourself.

You didn’t see him nearly as often as you’d like to, but he made sure you had a nice little cottage close enough to the Wall for him to sneak off every other night to visit you. You lived for those nights, where he would hold you close to himself, and tell you stories of all the things he saw and learned. It wasn’t the life you had always dreamed of, but he made you happy, and you knew you made him happy. And for a while, that was all that counted.

Then you got pregnant. Neither of you could have been happier. Sure, Jon was terrified at first, because he didn’t know if he was ready for this, but you quickly assured him that everything the baby needed, you’d have right here. And on the day little Eddard was born, you had seen your husband cry with joy for the first time in your life.

With your son there to keep you company, you began to love your life - not just the nights where Jon could be with you. You began to enjoy every day, every minute of it. Everything thanks to your brown-eyed bundle of joy. And oh, wasn’t he like his father. He was a cheerful boy, who often wore a thoughtful expression. He made you smile and laugh and cry, just like his father had always done. Yes, your son completed everything, made everything make sense.

But in this world, good things didn’t last for long. And you had to learn this lesson, too.

They came in the middle of the night, without so much as making a sound. Five men, dressed in dark cloaks, proudly wearing the skinned man on their chest. They woke you up with a hand pressed to your mouth, preventing any sound from escaping. They had been so silent, they could have ended both of you without ever waking you up. But they wanted you awake. Wanted you to see.

“Hush, my dear”, one of them said, and he was the only one to actually make a sound. He watched as one of his man dragged you out of the bed, ignoring your son for the moment. You stared back at him, the silly hope inside you that they hadn’t seen him, would just take you and leave your boy alone.

You knew who he was. Not his first name, but his title and his… techniques. The Bolton Bastard, that’s what everyone called him. The beast. He was almost handsome, but the smirk that stretched his lips too widely, and the irritatingly pale blue eyes, so full of amusement as he watched you struggle, banished all of those thoughts. They left nothing behind but terror. You knew what he was capable of, and you knew you were doomed when he came closer to you and caressed your cheek, making you flinch in disgust and fear.

He chuckled, seeming utterly content with the situation. “Oh, don’t worry. We are not here to hurt you. We still need you, now don’t we? We need you to tell the tale!”

You didn’t fear for your life at this point, it simply didn’t matter. Not when the realisation set in. They weren’t here for you. They were here because of your son.

“Don’t do this”, you whispered, and he pursed his lips. He didn’t seem impressed at all. He just nodded at one of his men, and his smirk only returned when he heard your son cry out, irritated because he was so roughly ripped out of his slumber. You struggled again, and the bastard couldn’t seem to get enough of the sight.

“You know, I am really sorry for this”, he claimed, a dirty lie, “But your little boy is simply too much of a Stark. You understand that, don’t you? I simply can’t let him grow up, who knows how many Northern Lords will rise up to follow him one day!”

Panic flooded your senses when you heard your son scream again. The bastard laughed, pulled his knife and eyed you. “You know, on second thought… I don’t think I need you completely in one piece…”

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