Hey guys! Here's my new GOT fanfiction! The credit for the cover image goes to Pinkychick1 Awesome work!
My story's title and some other minor themes are based off of me listening to the EMBRZ Remix of Settle Down by The 1975. As some of you know, I am usually inspired to write from The 1975 songs, and this remix is simply beautiful and breathtaking! Listen to it with headphones if you get a chance! Another note, my OC's appearance is based off of the gorgeous Gemma Ward. Enjoy!
WARNING: This fanfiction contains mature content/subject matter.
Chapter 1- One Thing In Common
A soft sound
To the way she wears her hair down
Covering up her face
Oh what a let down
I don't seem to be having any effect now
Falling all over the place…
-The 1975- Settle Down
Sighing nervously, a young woman reluctantly made her way towards the backdoor of a rather seedy and undesirable establishment. She inhaled deeply and tried to bat the long strands of messy hair from her face. Today would be her first day working at the whore-house on the outskirts of Winterfell. She was by no means, of course, a whore. No…she was much too shy to even talk to the boy she had fancied since childhood. Here she stood outside of the forsaken pleasure-house because there were no open positions for maids within Winterfell's castle. Unread and unqualified, this was perhaps the most suitable livelihood for her. Thus, she resigned herself to work in this...establishment.
In her seventeen years of life, she had never quite imagined working in such a place…she was a virgin and she had yet to experience something as simple as her first kiss. The long-time friend who hired her had assured her that there was to be no…pleasuring… involved with her cleaning duties.
With another shaky breath, she braved forward into the den of moans and screams. Her nerves on edge, she made her way into the dim room which was lit only by the pale white light pouring in from various small windows. An older woman with deep brunette hair and a rather exposed chest made her way towards her with a slight smirk. She gave an almost amused laugh.
"You must be the new maid—what was it—Lara?" The woman circled her slowly with judgemental eyes. She froze under the intense scrutiny.
"Yes I'm the new maid…My name is Lyla," She corrected as she tried to stand straight. It was rather hard to do so when you were quite openly being judged. I'm not a horse...Lyla kept her mouth shut as the woman laughed.
"Lyla… What a pretty little name. Are you sure you're not really here to work the beds, girl? Or do you take men for free? I would not be surprised…with that young little body. Already filling out nicely I see. What fun you must have with the boys, little mouse" The woman smacked her bottom, eliciting a squeak. She immediately backed away, huffing as her brow furrowed.
"I'm her to clean, m'am. Nothing more. I've never…taken anybody and I can hardly manage to speak with boys…" She blushed as she trailed off and clutched her arms in front of herself. A great laugh sounded from the older woman.
"A virgin! Why in the seven hells is a mousy little thing like you here, girl? Do you know what this place is? Do you hear those screams upstairs? Tell me Ros didn't pick up another poor dim-wit!" The woman ridiculed her as she stood in place self-consciously. She knew it was a horrible idea for someone like her to work as a maid at a pleasure-house…But there was nothing else she could do…selling her body was not what her mother and father would have wanted for her.
A door opened on the far side of the room as a familiar face entered.
"Ros!" Lyla ran to the red-haired woman and hugged her tightly. The woman returned the affection and patted her messy blonde head before pulling away and facing the brunette woman.
"Welcome, Lyla. What is going on here?" She spoke harshly as she directed her full attention towards the vile woman, who now wore a displeased scoff.
"This little virgin here says she's the new maid. Thinks she's too good to be one of us," Lyla frowned as the woman pointed a painted finger at her and hissed with spite. Ros stepped forward and stared down at the woman.
"She's here to clean. Only to clean. Do you understand—or have you been made slow by all the cocks you've shoved down your throat today?" Ros crossed her arms and the woman merely glared and silently left the room.
With the disturbance gone, the red-haired beauty turned to Lyla and smiled.
"She has no power over me. Men here only pay for her when it's from behind…She's jealous I'm sure—a pretty young thing with an unsoiled body is one thing she'll never be. Don't let her get to you. I hired you, and I say…you are here only to scrub the floors! And deal with the odious aftermath of-" Lyla blushed furiously as her hands went to cover the red head's mouth. The woman giggled as she held her hands up in surrender.
Ros had been her friend since childhood. When her father passed away a fortnight ago, Ros promised to get Lyla honest work. She had lost her mother when she was but a young child, and now that her father was gone she was left with no living relatives besides her older brother…who had taken the black years before she was born. She was alone in Winterfell…But she had Ros.
"I point to it, and you clean it. That's all you have to do. Now, go change into your work frock while I get you some hairpins. You never could tame that golden mop…You're not secretly a Lannister, are you? Gods above, you'd be the least scary of them all!" Ros grinned as Lyla rolled her eyes and took the worn frock from her friend's clutches. It was uncommon in the North for one to have blonde hair…It was also less popular due to the well-known and despised blondes of the Lannister family. She had always been teased about it…There was a jest in the Winterfell village that every blonde peasant was excluded from the Lannister name for being either too poor or too simple.
She bit her lip in concentration as she finished tying the frock up at her waist. She was frail, but full in the places that were deemed to matter. She didn't have the extraordinary bust of Ros, but she was plump at the bottom with blooming curves and a sensible chest that only made her more uncomfortable around boys. There was one boy in particular that she had never dared spoken to…and she had only admired him from afar since childhood.
She had been seven years of age when the boy saved her from a group of bullies. They had cornered her and pulled at her hair, mocking the color of it—like mustard seeds they said. He chased them away. She blushed at the memory…He had said with the kindest smile on his face that her hair was like summer—warm and bright. And then she ran away like a frightened critter from him in embarrassment.
That moment was the only interaction she ever had with Jon Snow. She knew who he was—everyone in Winterfell knew who he was. The bastard son of Lord Stark…But she only thought of him as the kind boy that had saved her...and the boy that she was hopelessly in love with. Since that day, she watched him from a safe distance, witnessing his good heart and gentle manner. Hiding outside of the training grounds, she would watch him and his brother Robb practice every day…She had almost been caught multiple times, but she ran away before he could see her. At least she thought she had never been caught… Lyla groaned at her strangeness. He didn't even know her name. It felt abnormal following him around and watching him in secret for so many years.
He was special. Boys were always cruel to her as a child. After her fifteenth name day, her body slowly began to mature. She secretly believed it was a manner of betrayal. The very same boys were now making more crude comments—but Ros made sure to keep the prying hands away. She was, after all, the most sought after woman amongst most men in Winterfell. Ros was revered for her rich red locks and rather supple assets…and her skill when it came to pleasuring men. Lyla's face always went red whenever Ros would complain about clients. It was always, "Their cock was small for such a proud man" or "That one didn't know where to put it". Almost everything she knew about men came from Ros's stories…and that only made her more afraid. According to the explicit tales she had heard, men were rough. dishonest pigs that took pleasure from anything with a hole…But she refused to believe Jon Snow was like them.
The door opened as Ros entered the room once more. Hairpins in her clutches, she approached the short blonde and motioned for her to turn. Lyla obeyed as her friend pinned her hair in an attempt to keep the tangled mess away from her face.
"Your hair is always blocking that sweet little face! It's like you've been rolling about in a bed! Is there something I don't know?" Ros teased as she finished pinning back the disheveled locks. Lyla smiled as she took a step back with a cheeky grin.
"Yes…I secretly like to sleep in bed all day long! Now, what are my first duties for today?" She humored her friend as the woman gave a hearty laugh in return.
"Come, the tables in one of our bedchambers need to be scrubbed…It doesn't always happen in a bed…" Lyla gently smacked Ros on the arm as she internally shuddered. The less she knew about what she had to clean, the better. The redhead simply laughed and showed her to the bedchambers.
"I'll be back with some rags and a bucket. It may take a while—this place rarely has any decent cleaning cloth…Unsurprisingly. Stay put and don't leave this room. You don't want to be caught walking around this place without me," Ros waved as she left to retrieve the cleaning supplies. Lyla stood near the open door, waiting for Ros to return. She looked at the table on the side to see dark spots staining the wood surface…She gagged—today was going to be interesting.
"Come on, Jon, you're a man now! You've yet to bed a woman!" Robb dragged the dark haired man inside of the pleasure-house as Theon laughed from behind them.
"He's not even kissed a girl before! Maybe he's got a stone for a prick," the Greyjoy joked through laughter as Robb grinned and shook his head. Jon wore a frown as he glared ahead at nothing in particular.
It was his eighteenth name-day and his brother had taken him from the training grounds to "celebrate". In truth, he was nervous. In all his years he had never been with a girl…He was a bastard after all...the product of a whore…It pained him to think that he could possibly bring another nameless bastard into the world. It was, quite clearly, not something that was understood by his companions in the current situation. Jon remained silent as they entered the establishment only to be greeted with a powerfully musky odor and muffled moans. The Greyjoy walked ahead of them towards a scantily clad brunette as he brandished a smirk. The woman smiled at him as she batted her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"If it isn't the Kraken...What can I do for you today?" She smiled as she glanced back at the two men behind him.
Jon turned to leave but Robb clutched his arm and pulled him back before he could escape. Filled with brewing anger, Jon clenched his fists. He would not lay with a woman. He would not.
"Robb, I'm heading back to the training grounds," He spoke lowly as he stared at his brother. The man sighed and smiled at him in return as he patted his shoulder.
"Brother, I speak for all of us, you need a good lay. These women know what they are doing. You'll thank us later," Robb then pulled him further into the building before sitting him down at a table.
"We'll have a drink first," Robb pulled out some coppers and placed them on the table. The woman sauntered over and picked up the coins. As she pulled the coppers off the wooden surface, she lightly grazed Jon's arm with her fingers while she flashed him a wicked smile. He pulled his arm away uncomfortably and glared at his brother and the Greyjoy as she went to retrieve their drinks.
"No." Jon let out simply as his Robb's eyes widened.
"No? Jon—you'll at least have a drink with us! It's a celebration—your celebration! Don't tell me you want to return to the castle and swing that bloody sword around in the cold," Robb ruffled his brother's dark curls as the woman returned with their drinks. Jon pushed his flagon away and stared at the table as a series of feminine screams were heard from the upper levels. He blushed and tried to mentally block out the sounds.
"I prefer the training grounds…" His face felt hot as the muffled moans grew louder.
Robb smiled sympathetically and stood with Jon in his grasp. He looked over to the brunette.
"Do you have any girls available? My brother here needs to have some fun today," He questioned as the woman seemed to puff out her chest.
"You're looking at her, sweetie. A nice, strong boy like you must be big. I bet you've had many women. I hear all bastards have big cocks. I love Snows," She eyed Jon up and down as he glared at the ground. Her words made his eyes narrow—the word bastard was not something to take so lightly. He glared silently at his brother. Robb gave a polite smile.
"Do you have any…other girls today?" He questioned as the woman's smile faded. She crossed her arms in clear offense.
"No other girls today…" The woman paused before a smirk crossed her face.
"Actually…We do have a girl available. Mousy little thing, though. I think she'll do real nice…Let me show you to her," She led Robb and Jon up the stairs and down a narrow corridor. As they passed each door, groans were heard from within—Jon's face grew redder with every step that Robb dragged him. They finally came to a stop before an open door where a short girl was standing with her back turned as she balanced her weight on each foot as if waiting. Robb smiled as the girl turned and stared at them in a startled manner. She looked so innocent...She would be perfect. He nudged his brother in a knowing manner and Jon looked up only to have his breath catch in his throat.
Messy golden hair was pinned back to reveal a sweet face with large blue eyes and youthful features as the girl stared back at him with an almost alarmed expression.
He knew that hair. He had seen the wind catch those familiar golden strands as she ran from his sight. He had caught whispers of golden tips as she ducked behind the walls about the training grounds. In all of those faint sightings, he tried to catch a glimpse of her face, but it was always hidden behind long golden locks.
He knew this girl—he had been waiting to finally meet her for ten long years. She was the girl that ran from him...
At first he thought it was because of his last name…But then he spotted a ghost of a blonde head every day at the perimeter of the training grounds. As soon as he looked her way, she would hide or run. He had always been fixated on her—the mysterious girl with sunny hair that seemed to fall all over the place. She was now standing right before him…and she was lovelier than he ever could have imagined. There was something soft about her…something that seemed to draw him in and pull at his heart.
He blushed as Robb patted him on the back and pushed him inside the bedchambers. Before Jon could protest, the door was slammed shut and a lock was heard from the outside. He heard Robb chuckle from outside.
"Have fun, brother! You'll thank me later!" And with that, the room went silent, only the disturbing sounds of muffled moaning heard from adjacent rooms.
Lyla felt her heart lurch in her chest. It was Jon Snow….She could hardly believe the current situation. What was he doing in the pleasure house? Her brow furrowed. Was he like those men Ros spoke of? She waited with aprehension as he cleared his throat and offered her an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry. I never wanted to come here…you…I know you," He gave a weak smile as he stood in place. Stormy eyes met hers with the deepest sincerity. Lyla's shoulders relaxed with relief—he truly was not like most men. A blush met her cheeks.
"You do not know me, Jon…But I…Know you quite well," She admitted as her hands trembled at her sides. How did he possibly know her? There was no way he could remember her—or so she thought. Jon felt his heart warm as she said his name.
"When I was a child…I met a girl with golden hair…Like the sun. That girl ran from me like she had seen a ghost," He smiled softly as her face grew hotter. So he did recognize her…Before she could speak up, he gave a light laugh and ran his hand through his black curls as he spoke with a light blush.
"Since then I've caught glimpses of gold at the training grounds every day. I know it was you…Why do you hide?" He glanced up at her and she felt like melting into the stained floorboards. This was most embarrassing.
"I…I was afraid to face you…So I just admired you from afar…" She blushed.
Jon's eyes widened—she…admired him? It should be him expressing his wonder. In truth, one of the many reasons he spent time in the training grounds was to see the familiar yellow head that seemed to be present every day for the past ten years without failure. He had grown to enjoy the strange company—and he had tried to catch her on multiple occasions, but she was too quick. He had insisted upon returning to the training grounds because he wanted to see her, to hopefully catch the girl behind the halo of hair. And here she was—more beautiful than ever he imagined.
"What…is your name?" He licked his lips nervously. She stared up at him and internally tried to calm her frantic nerves.
"Lyla…" She blushed. Jon smiled as her sweet voice spoke an even sweeter name.
"Lyla... You can just call me Jon…" He blushed as she softly returned the smile.
They both stood silently, their faces growing even redder as salacious moaning sounded from another room.
They both sensed some unspoken attraction—there was one thing they had in common and it seemed to creep through in their blushing cheeks and shy gazes. They were both virgins.
Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I can't wait for things to get even more sexually awkward. Jon Snow is a dear and I can't wait to make him naughty. Ugh, almost all my fanfictions are somehow references to songs by The 1975...I can't stop myself. Please review and favorite. I love reading your feedback and reactions! Until the next chapter!
