Jon/Robb

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. If I did, plenty of people still living would be dead and some now dead would be living. Also, the show/books wouldn't be nearly so dark.

Author's Note: Assume ages from the show, not the books. Obligatory incest warning, although if it really is incest I don't know. Jon could be Robb's brother or his cousin if Jon is Lyanna's son. Additional chapters to be posted as inspiration strikes. Hope you enjoy.


Winterfell was always a cold place, in more ways than one. Having grown up in Winterfell, Jon had gotten used to the cold weather a long time ago. The cold that truly bothered him was the treatment he received from Catelyn Stark. He was a bastard and she always made sure he knew it, always made sure there was some way that he felt unwelcome.

Somehow, despite how welcoming most of the others were, her attitude toward him always brought a cold dagger into the warmth. Arya, Bran, and Rickon looked up to him as an older brother. Sansa did as well, although he was certain that she listened to her mother and that Catelyn's words kept a distance between them. Theon was a pompous ass who got on the nerves of just about everyone.

But Robb never treated him differently because he was a bastard. Robb was a brother who he competed with, but when he needed someone to trust there was no one he went to except for Robb. Robb provided warmth in the cold of Winterfell and made him feel like he actually belonged, even if it was just with him alone in his room. Alone with Robb he didn't have to put up a mask, he didn't have to be tough and strong. To Robb he wasn't a bastard, he was just Jon.

Jon's feelings for Robb changed, after awhile, into something not very brotherly. It was strange and at first he wasn't sure how to feel about his feelings for Robb. They were brothers and yet not brothers. Ned Stark had claimed Jon as his own son, but Jon had always been a Snow, not a Stark, and Lady Catelyn had always made it clear that he was not her son.

But somehow Robb had felt the same way toward him, which he only found out after avoiding the heir to Winterfell for a few days. Robb had come looking for him and while they talked it became clear that both of them had something to get off their chests. He had been shocked when Robb let him know that he wanted Jon as more than a brother, but he didn't miss the opportunity to join Robb in his room that night and it had been all that he had dreamed it would be.

This night they were in Jon's room, having spent themselves with a quick fuck and then a more relaxed second round with plenty of kissing. Robb had fallen asleep shortly after that, tired after a long day. Jon was still awake, thinking about the future. Their futures. No matter how much he loved Robb and loved their time together, he knew they would be going their separate ways.

He would be going to the Wall to join the Night's Watch, while Robb would rule Winterfell while his father was in King's Landing. Despite Robb's love, Jon knew that to many he was still a bastard. Lady Catelyn's disapproval was especially hard to miss. He needed to make his own way in life, not cling to Robb. Plus, he didn't want to be around Winterfell when Robb inevitably took a wife.

His thoughts were disturbed when Robb stirred and groggily asked, "Jon? Why are you still awake?"

He smiled apologetically, "I couldn't stop thinking about what's to come."

The sleep fled from Robb's blue eyes and he pulled Jon up on top of him, giving him a quick kiss before saying, "I know. Winter is coming, but at least we can enjoy summer for a little while longer."

Jon smiled, knowing exactly what Robb was thinking just by looking into his eyes, "And how do you plan on doing that? You'll need to be back in your own room before the sun rises."

Robb flipped them over so that he was on top of Jon, grinning, "I'm not worried about myself, I'll be back in my own bed with plenty of time to spare. You should be worried about your ability to walk and sit properly tomorrow."