Got One-Shots Book 2

Girl Crow (Jon Snow x fem!reader)

(Loosely inspired by Disney's "Mulan".  *Y/B/N= Your brother's name)

You felt your throat tighten as the Lord Commander's dark eyes scanned your face. You did your best to keep your expression neutral but your heart was pounding in your chest. What if he noticed that you weren't who you claimed to be? Or rather what you claimed to be.

After your mother died, your grandfather insisted that your bastard brother be sent to the Wall. You had protested just as hard as your brother had, but in the end, your grandfather's word was law. Your brother was a timid thing, apt to attacks of nerves when feeling pressured. He wouldn't survive at the Wall and you both knew it. Then, you had an idea. It was mad, but you knew you just had to do it.

You made sure to send your brother away the night before the carriage came. You told him to run and not look back. Once you were certain he was gone, you ran to your chambers, lopped off your beautiful (h/c) locks and changed into trousers and a tunic. You had to bind your breasts, but that was the price to pay. The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch was expecting (Y/B/N) of House (Y/L/N) and that was who he would get, as long as you weren't caught.

That's what lead you to this moment. The moment of truth. Lord Commander Jon Snow looking you up and down as if sizing you up. Then, he nodded and you were escorted to where the other new recruits were. Phase one was complete. Phase two is what scared you more. Fighting. You knew how to fight, sure. You had learned in secret, but having to fight against all these men. They were bigger than you were. Stronger and faster too. Still, you refused to let your resolve crumble.

A few weeks later, you stared ahead in shock. You'd gotten through the training and now you were going to be a sworn brother of the Night's Watch. That wasn't what surprised you. What surprised you was that Lord Commander Snow had asked for you to be his steward. You took your vows and then reported to the Lord Commander's chambers. You walked in to find a shirtless Jon Snow standing by the fire and you felt your face heat up. This was going to be interesting.

*time skip*

Weeks with the Night's Watch flew by. Working as Jon's steward was hard work, but he was kind and patient. Whenever you felt like giving up, you just reminded yourself why you were doing it. However, remembering your true brother did little to earn the respect of your fellow "brothers". They didn't like you for some reason. They were worse than gossiping ladies. Talking about you behind your back and doing everything they could to make sure you fell flat on your face. Except for Edd, Pyp and Sam of course. And Jon.

Every time you thought about Jon, you couldn't help but smile. He was everything you ever could have wanted in a man. Well, with the exception of the vows that prohibited him from marriage and children. Still, he was a kind man. A man smarter than most people gave credit. He knew how to fight and was loyal to a fault. You couldn't deny that you were in love with him. And that made it all the more awkward to be his personal steward. You had no doubt that the two of you could be great together...if not for the fact that he thought you were a man.

You were sitting with your friends when one of your superiors called you. "Y/B/N!" You got up and approached Ser Alliser Thorne. In his usual barking tone, he sent you to Maester Aemon to fetch something. You went, grumbling the whole time. They had other stewards for this, but they were determined to make your life miserable it seemed.

You quickly found Maester Aemon and told him what you needed. "Of course," he said in the soft voice he only used for you. You sometimes wondered if the old, blind man knew that you weren't a man. As you thought about it, your mind traveled to the binding across your chest and frowned. Whenever you thought about it, you began to itch. Now, you were eager to return to your chambers so you could at least remove your tunic and scratch.

The rest of the evening was torture for you. Your mind was constantly on the itching sensation around your chest and upper stomach. As soon as you could, you practically ran to your room, closed the door and ripped off your tunic. You started to unbind your breasts. You hadn't realized that you forgot to bar the door until you heard it open. You jumped and slowly looked up from what you were doing to find Jon staring there, gaping in disbelief.

"You-You're a woman." It wasn't a question. HIs cheeks were red and you could feel that yours were too. Still, you weren't about to crumble now. "Could you at least close the door, Lord Commander?" Your voice was shaky. Jon stared for a moment more. You could tell he was trying to process but you felt even more exposed with the door still open, knowing that anyone could walk by. "Please."

Jon snapped out of it, took a step in and closed the door behind him. When he turned back around, he avoided looking at you. You sighed heavily and pulled your tunic back on. So much for getting comfortable.

"Who are you?" Jon finally asked, surprising you. "My name is Y/N." His expression hardened. "You are a woman. You've lied from the beginning." You nodded, hoping he'd let you explain. He looked at your face. "Why?" You quickly explained your decision, grateful that he had given you the opportunity to do so. Jon listened quietly, not interrupting or even changing expressions. He just sat there.

"Does anyone else know? Sam? Pyp?" You shook your heard vehemently. "No one. Except perhaps Maester Aemon. I think he suspects." Jon rolled his eyes. "That old man sees more than most." You bit your lip, wondering what your fate would be. It was clear that Jon was having difficulty processing the information.

"You lied, Y/B-" he stopped and corrected, "Y/N. You lied to me and to everyone of your brothers here. And more to the point, there are no women allowed at the Wall. You're here among rapists and murderers. Did you ever stop to think about what would happen if they found out? Especially Ser Alliser? He'd have you strung up without a second thought." You really hated thought of that, but you didn't need Jon scolding you like you were a child.

"I know that, Lord Commander. But protecting my brother was more important. Wouldn't you do anything for your siblings? For those you love?" Jon opened his mouth to answer, but closed it quickly. He remembered the time he nearly deserted the Night's Watch to help Robb. It was only because Sam came and got him that he returned.

"Fair enough." You let out a breath and smiled slightly. "So, Lord Commander, what is my fate? Will you allow me to continue to serve as your steward, honoring my vows and protecting my brother? Or will you expose my secret and hang me?" Jon knew right away that he would never hang you. You didn't deserve that in his eyes. You were only doing what anyone else in your position would do.

"You will continue on as my steward. No one will know what you are except for me." You smiled at him. "Thank you, Lord Commander." Then, you surprised even yourself with your next action. You threw your arms around him and hugged him close. Jon stiffened for a brief moment, but he hugged back.

It felt strange, having you in his arms. He had come to know you as Y/B/N. A great and loyal steward. Now, he couldn't help but be excited about getting to know you as Y/N. A woman who was brave enough to take her brother's place in a dangerous situation. Jon smiled to himself at the thought. dab18�ɚ�}}�