Hi guys! This is my first fanfic (aaaah I couldn't wait to say that) and I thought since I'm a big fan of Game of Thrones, I could start with a Jon Snow x Ygritte one. The first chapter is a bit short, but don't panic! I'm just setting the story here ;) Please take note that this story is not going to be completely different from the GoT universe, so we're simply talking about some alterations of Ygritte and Jon Snow's love story.

Now, I don't want to give you too much details, but if you are in desperate need to read some Ygritte and Jon Snow stuff, you are definitely at the right place! Now sit back and read, I'll do the rest of the work :)

*I obviously don't own Game of Thrones and/or any of its characters, so let's take a moment to thank George R. R. Martin for the wonderful universe he created! Thanks a lot, pal!*

The French Writer

The Night He Fell - Jon Snow x Ygritte fanfic, chapter 1

He had left. He couldn't believe it, but he had to face the situation once and for all: he had left. Even the rain, the arrows and the way she looked... Nothing made it to him. Or so it seemed, because now... Now, it felt as if someone had crept up inside him, and had kept banging on his guts, on his heart, on his liver.

Everything hurt. Everywhere. His horse was a strong, brave beast. No, the problem wasn't the horse at all. It was him. Him. The bastard, the man who didn't even deserve to be called a man. So he fell. The way the ground arrived to him, the way the dirt brushed against his jaw, he didn't even remember any of it. All he could seem to recall was the sky. It was blue, before... Now, it's black... Seven hells, where am I? And suddenly, he coughed, and his hand went around quickly across his chest, only to find the three arrows still lodged in place. A feeble light was coming through the trees' leaves... Without it, he couldn't have seen the blood on his glove.

But he did. It was dark, and its disgusting texture finally brought some sense back into him. And that's when he started to panic. I left her. I left... And now, what? Now I'm gonna be here, dying slowly, coughing blood? Then he remembered. The wall. Castle Black. The wildlings. Their plan. He had to go back to the wall. He had to. Slowly, Jon tried to get back on his feet. The pain knocked his breath out of his lungs. Tears of agony started to form at the corner of his eyes. Collecting all his strength, desperate to get up, he pushed himself upward until his toes found the ground.

And then, nothing. There was nothing left. His body resembled a dismembered puppet, ridiculous and broken and lost, not knowing what to do without its owner. The now formed tears slid down his unshaven cheeks. Jon wiped them out furiously as he let himself fall on his back again. There had to be a way. There had to.

And then he saw her. Ygritte. Somewhere in the sky, happy and funny and smiling as she used to before he acted like a fool. Before he acted like a bastard. Completely lost, he laid a hand over his eyes. Looking at her was too hard... But with a glove turning his whole world to black, he could still see her. And now, she was dismantled. Broken. As fierce as the enemy.

Everything that used to be alive in her... Left. He remembered her reaction when he said he still loved her. Her bottom lip trembling, the newborn tears in her grey eyes and the shadow that began to take control of her whole being. When she started stretching the bowstring even more, ready to release the tension, he felt as if he didn't know her anymore. That spark, that life, it had been kicked out. By him. And now, nothing seemed to matter anymore. He just deserved to wait here and die.

As time went by, delicate snowflakes began falling. Little speckles of cold brushed against his face, melting as soon as they reached the skin. He kept his eyes closed, calm and peaceful… Until he heard the voices.

So here is the first chapter! I really hope you enjoyed it! And if so, you can leave a little review for me (that's the beauty of the internet!)

Chapter two is coming very very soon!