Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Jon/Tormund

Chapter Summary: In which Harry has already fallen for a red head and Jon's a pleasant addition. (GoT, Post Hardhome)


"There's ships docking!"

Harry turned around at the shout, wrapped his cloak tighter around his shoulders and walked out of the hut. The warming charm curled around him further at his will as he walked past the wildlings, nodding to Karsi as she fell into step with him. Many of the wildlings didn't care for Harry but that didn't bother him. He was just there to keep everyone safe until an opportunity presented itself to go south. And to keep Tormund's two daughters safe. Munda and Lenna were as adorable as he remembered Ron and Hermione's children being. They were much bigger than his friend's children had been but then again Tormund was their father.

He passed a group of children playing and stopped at the docks, squinting and trying to see what the banners of the ships had on them. He willed a sense enhancing charm into effect and blinked when it took effect, seeing the banners of the Night's Watch.

"Why would the Night's Watch come here?" Harry questioned, turning to look at Karsi to see if she had any idea.

"Finish us off?" Karsi suggested with a grimace, dropping her hand to the sword at her waist.

Harry frowned, watching as smaller boats drifted away from the bigger ships and sped through the water towards the docks. "Would they even know we were here? You all thought that Mance and his men were dead."

"Hold on…" Harry trailed off, focusing on the boat that was in the lead, his heart skipping a beat. "Tormund!"

"Tormund?" Karsi echoed, her eyes widening. "I thought he was dead."

"I knew he wasn't," Harry argued, shrugging. "Placed a charm on him, half tracking and half monitoring. If he was dead, the spell would have stopped working."

"Course ya did," Karsi said, snorting in bemusement.

Harry grinned and waved from where he was on the docks. When the boat got close enough, Tormund stood up and waved excitedly, a wide smile on his lips. He didn't look injured or like he was a prisoner as Harry watched him stand up in the boat, a few men of the Night's Watch ahead of him in the boat.

"Harry!"

"Why is it that Potter men fall in love with red haired people," Harry muttered, running over to the edge of the docks as the boat came into the harbor. Everyone followed, crowding around to see what was going on.

"You liked the challenge," Karsi teased. "And Tormund wasn't one to let you down."

Harry smirked, watching as the men of the Night's Watch stood up as well, one of them tying up the boat. Tormund's blue eyes were lit with joy and perhaps a good bit of heat too as he followed the black cloaked men off the boat. Harry jumped over and around the bits of dock that separated them and closed the distance.


"Uh… Tormund?"

Jon froze as he found himself in the middle of a wildling sandwich, between Tormund and one of the wildlings that provided the welcoming committee. His heart skipped a beat at having Tormund behind him, at having the man this close, but he didn't know the man in front of him, the one that greeted Tormund so happily.

"Oh, Jon. Forgot to tell ya about Harry."

"Tormund…" the man in front of Jon trailed off, his accent unfamiliar. The man had somewhat long black hair that fell to his shoulders and had two braids in it, that Jon could see, at the front of his head. He also had the brightest green eyes that Jon had ever seen and a scar on his forehead, one in the shape of a lightning bolt.

"Harry, this is the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Jon Snow," Tormund said, peering down at Jon and grinning. "Jon, this is Harry."

"Harry… Am I supposed to know you?" Jon questioned, feeling Tormund reach down to place his hand on the small of his back. Jon shivered at the touch even through his cloak and tunic. He could hear Tormund laugh out loud behind him and he raised an eyebrow, taking a step back from the two men.

Harry's eyes were narrowed as he looked at Jon, an intent but curious expression in his eyes. "No, not really. You're really letting us past the Wall, then?"

"Aye. The Night's Watch is supposed to protect the men north of it, not just south of it," Jon remarked, rocking back on the heels of his feet. He dropped his hand to the hilt of Longclaw as he took in the sight of hundreds of free folk beyond the docks. Men, women and children all tried to get a look at him and the crows behind him. "Besides… can't have you providing more fodder for the Others."

Harry raised an eyebrow and then snorted, reaching out to lay a hand on Jon's shoulder. "I like you already. Come on, little crow. Let's see if Karsi and the others will too."

Jon blinked and glanced down at the hand that Harry had laid on his shoulder, feeling the warmth slither in through his cloak. "What is it with free folk and touching?"

Tormund laughed behind him and nudged him off of the docks, leaving his hand on the small of Jon's back.

"I'll fill you in on a little secret, Jon," Harry murmured, winking at him. "That's just Tormund and me."

Jon's cheeks reddened instantly and flashes of the night that Tormund had bedded him slipped through his mind. His cock stirred in his pants and the way Harry looked at him… "What the fuck did I get myself into with…"

"He fucked you already, didn't he?" Harry questioned, smirking slightly before falling back behind him. "Tormund."

"What? The boy was begging for it by the night's end," Tormund muttered from behind him.

Jon spluttered and scowled as they passed by lines of free folk. He could hear the howling of dogs echoing throughout the camp, the loud laughter of kids and the occasional whinny of a horse. There were a few giants walking through the camp, some even taller than Wun Wun.


The silence in the air was deafening and Jon shuddered as he walked along the deck of the main ship. They had managed to get a couple thousand free folk onto ships before… being overwhelmed by the Others. And that was after Harry had burned hundreds if not thousands of wights with his power. Power that had made Jon stiffen, blinking in awe, as fire erupted between them and the undead.

Fire that took the shape of dragons, of lions and snakes, and of ravens and badgers.

The small fleet of the Night's Watch was full of free folk who had managed to get onto the rowboats, fleeing the Others. He had seen Harry push Karsi onto one before making sure Jon got on the last one, as well as Tormund.

He shuddered as he remembered the sight of what they had left. Hundreds of corpses waking up, their eyes glowing blue.

A yell filled the air and he stiffened, shivering, and dropped his hand to the hilt of Longclaw, seeing his men do the same. But… none of the free folk around them looked to their weapons as another shout echoed throughout the cabins. He keenly felt the absence of Ghost and ventured down below deck, to where he had last seen Tormund head to.

He asked around and got the location of Tormund's cabin before heading to the southmost door on the ship. Jon hesitated at the door and then knocked, his heart thumping in his chest. Sweat dripped down his back and he pulled his cloak tighter around his neck. His boots were filthy, as well as his cloak and fur.

"Tormund! Your people-"

Jon started and yelped as the door opened in the next instant and a bare arm yanked him in. Jon swore under his breath and stared at the two men, the two naked men, in the cabin before him, his cheeks reddening quicker than before. His mouth went dry and his cock stirred in his pants.

Tormund and Harry were standing before him, their cocks hard and with no clothing on them, there was nothing left to the imagination.

"Uh…" Jon trailed off, licking his lips.

Tormund leered at him and took a few steps towards him. "My little crow."

"Jon?" Harry questioned, his voice husky with desire. "You like what you see?"

"I… What if I do?"

"Well then, join us," Tormund said, no visible hesitation in his expression as he looked Jon over. "Just a bit of fun after all that shit."

"Fun? How could you do this after all that?" Jon asked, looking between the two men. Neither one of them had covered themselves after Harry had pulled Jon into the room. Neither one of them had an ounce of modesty.

Harry frowned. "Yeah, it was awful. You deserve a bit of fun after the fuckup that was Hardhome though. And Tormund told me you don't subscribe to the motto of the Watch."

Jon tilted his head in confusion before muttering something unkind about wildlings under his breath. Harry snorted and Tormund shook his head.

"I was right about Tormund having had you then," Harry offered, leering at him.

Tormund reached out and cupped Jon's chin before tipping him up for a kiss. Jon groaned into it and opened up for the red haired man, feeling Tormund's hands wrap around him. His hands flexed before he used them to pull Tormund even closer, wanting heat, wanting… The hand at the back of his neck made him whine and arch into Tormund even further, fingers flexing.

He could feel Tormund's cock and Harry's behind him, sliding against his thighs. Heat surrounded him and the whimper that left his throat sounded alien to him.

"Jon…" Tormund muttered, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder. "How about you use that mouth of yours on Harry?"

"He that good?" Harry's voice filtered through the haze of lust that echoed through him and Jon groaned, leaning his forehead against Tormund's bare chest. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Harry slip his cloak off, drawing the material off and away before helping Jon to take off his tunic.

"Aye, he's good," Tormund murmured, smiling at him. "And you'd like something in your mouth, wouldn't you? As loud as you are."

Jon groaned again and his tunic slipped off. A hand on the small of his back kept him from melting down to the wooden floor of the ship, keeping him steady, as a tongue nipped and licked up his neck, sucking a bruise into his skin at the crook of his neck. Jon bucked back into the man behind him as Tormund twisted and pinched a nipple.

"I… Fuck," Jon croaked out, licking his very dry lips and letting himself fall to the ground with a solid thump. His legs were sore and his arms even more so after the fight they had just had, as sweat dripped down his back even though it was cold outside. He was surrounded by the heat of two sturdy men and… "Wait a minute. Free folk don't care who hears them have sex."

Harry snorted behind him and fingers ran through his hair. Jon shuddered as pleasure trickled through him, as his cock hardened at the casual manhandling. Tormund looked like he had been caught in a lie, his bright blue eyes teasing and almost blown with desire.

"Come here, Jon," Harry whispered from behind him, his breath tickling Jon's skin and bringing up goosepimples. "Tormund just likes to tease."

"Don't I know it," Jon muttered, shivering as Harry's hand flexed at his neck, as he was turned around. Harry rolled his eyes and cupped his chin, smoothing a thumb at his lips. Jon slipped his tongue out and tasted the man, wondering what that power was and watching as Harry groaned, his pupils blowing.

"You didn't say he was mouthy," Harry retorted, his eyes meeting Jon as he reached down a hand and stroked his cock. Jon licked his lips and leaned in, opening his mouth.

"I am not…"

"Aye, you are, lad," Tormund said, pushing and pulling him onto his hands and knees and then nudging him. Jon swallowed and looked up into Harry's bright green eyes as he sucked him in, moaning loudly at the taste.


Harry's knees almost buckled at the sight of Jon on his knees, as Jon took him into his mouth. He slipped a hand around Jon's neck, lightly curled around his throat, and held still even as his heart galloped, as goosebumps trailed up his arms. "Fuck."

The noises that left Jon's throat as the man swallowed around him, licking up and down his cock, were something else. Those grey eyes met his even as Harry swore in an entirely different language and he heard Tormund chuckle, flipping the man off.

"I told you," Tormund muttered as he slipped Jon's tunic further down and pushed the man's pants down as well.

"Jon…" Harry trailed off on a hitched breath, as he watched Tormund slide a finger into Jon. "Easy there. I don't want to come until Tormund's in you, hmm?"

Jon moaned again, making him almost loose it right there and then, and Harry was glad for the foot of the bed that he found himself leaning against. The wet heat that enveloped him was… Jon whined and bucked back into Tormund as the man slipped another finger into Jon, fingering him wide open. Harry sucked in a breath at the sight, his fingers smoothing the feverish, sweaty skin at Jon's neck.

"Good boy," Harry whispered, watching as Tormund finally slid out three fingers and thrust his cock in. Jon arched between them, swallowing more of Harry as Tormund thrust. Harry groaned and reached out to bring Tormund into a kiss, licking his way into the man's mouth as they moved together. Jon whined between them, rocking back and forth between the cock in his ass and the one in his mouth, caught between Tormund and Harry and… For a few moments, the only sounds were the groans and skin hitting skin. All other thoughts had been chased away from his mind and the only thought now was for more. More heat and more… of everything and he groaned. His release came quickly and easily, making him pant through it. Harry came not too soon after, after a quick tug on his hair as a warning. He took it all, letting the hot spend pass and swallowing it with only a second of hesitation.

He flexed his muscles and brought Tormund with them too, feeling the man spend in him and groan. His ass felt sore and open and Tormund panted above him, his fingers digging into Jon's hips. He was naked between them and bare and the warmth and pleasure echoed throughout his body, his heart racing, as Harry slowly pulled out.

"You're certainly… gorgeous," Harry whispered, tipping his chin up with a finger.

"That's what…" Jon paused and watched as Harry licked his lips again.

"You sound wrecked," Harry remarked, tracing the pad of a finger over his mouth. "You look wrecked."

Jon shuddered and looked away, feeling the warmth of Harry's finger stay with him. Tormund's cock was still inside him, warm and heavy and almost anchoring.

"Was this what he looked like when you fucked him without me?" Harry asked, meeting his eyes before looking up at where Tormund was.

"Aye, he did," Tormund replied, pulling Jon into him idly, possessiveness in his fingers.

"I suppose Karsi's going to laugh at both of us," Harry offered, turning Jon to face him again. "Mind if I kiss you?"

"Karsi?" Jon repeated, still dazed, his release making him shiver and tremble and pant.

"Let's just say she's a friend," Harry said, grinning a little and pressing his lips to his, light and warm. Jon melted into it and Harry gentled the kiss even more, holding him. As Harry pulled away, Tormund pulled out finally with a wet squelch and picked him up. Jon started at the movement and then sighed. "Surely your men and go without you for a few hours, Jon. Until we reach Eastwatch by the Sea."

"Until then. They'll need me for that," Jon muttered, yawning even as Tormund placed him on the bed and curled up at his back. Heat radiated from the big man and Harry took the place on Jon's other side, on his front, sandwiching him between them.

Harry met his eyes and traced his fingers through Jon's hair, letting them trail down to his cheek. "Get some sleep, Jon. We've got you."


AN: Man, it's been a while since I've posted a drabble for Game of Thrones.

Let's be real here. In every universe, Karsi is a good bro and she totally survived in this universe. Harry and Tormund get very pissed off at the men of the Night's Watch when they murder Jon and it's not a pretty picture.