Jorah Mormont X Reader: Safe
This was written for @written-by-living-stars Moon's Writing Challenge!
My first attempt (not in my native language), so be gentle please.
"Back when I killed people for a living, that was the end of it. They always stayed nice and dead.” you say while you equip you weapons and armour.
Jorah smiles weakly and passes you a cape with the Dragon Queen's emblem on it. “I still don't think it wise that you accompanie us. Despite your abilities, it is a war, it's dangerous.” His blue eyes wander to your (e/c) ones, filled with worry.
You grin slightly at Jorah’s worry over you, “Ser Jorah,” you pause, “I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. The dead don't scare me.” You stare directly into his eyes. He looks down, heavy lidded. “This I know, my lady,” he admits, “but—”
"I'm not a lady!" you scold him softly. He smiles and gently brushes a streak of (h/c) hair out of your face. "I know, but for me -"
He gets interrupted as the door gets jerked open and Ser Davos hastes into the room.
"We have to leave now. It begins."
You gently lay your arms around Jorahs neck. “You’re too stubborn for your own good, my lady.” he says sadly and pulls you closer into a hug. You sigh, giving into his embrace, which is warmer than you expected it. You turn your head so you’re facing him. You share a gaze and feel his warm breath spreading over your face. You place a hand on his chest covered in armour, and he looks away with warm cheeks.
"We need to go now."
-
The next time you see him is after the first battle. Torn clothes hanging from your aching body while you drag yourself to where Drogon has landed. You know that if he's alive, he will be there. You stumble through the lines of Dothraki, Unsullied and Northmen to where you can see the white hair of your chosen Queen.
As soon as you are close enough for him to see you, Jorah rises from the ground, his face covered in blood and he isn't wearing his armour anymore, but he has a wide smile in his lips and seems barely hurt. He spreads his arms as you almost leaped into his embrace. He pulls you close to his chest, only covered by a thin tunic. He engulfs your body to his and wraps his own coat around your back, cocooning you to him.
"I thought I lost you," he whispers with a trembling voice, "I saw you getting encircled by them and-" You nuzzle deeper into his embrace to feel his full body heat, silencing him. You place both hands around his waist, granting a small relieved moan from him. Jorah takes a deep breath, relaxing into your new position.
"Kiss me, Jorah Mormont!" you command now urgently. Jorah wastes no time pressing his lips to yours. You barely notice the applause from the Queen and her allies as you deepen the kiss with the man you love.
You are safe.
At least for now.
