return from exile
Author: rachel2205
Title: A Song of Snow and Blood
Rating: R
Pairing: Eventually Jon/Robb
Chapter: 7 of ? (1 is here, 2 is here, 3 here, 4 is here, 5 is here, 6 here.)
Wordcount: this chapter - 1300
Synopsis: Jon gets more than he bargained for beyond the Wall. Very loosely inspired by a prompt at stark_n_snow that asked for a vampire!Jon fic, and the result of some of my own speculation about what might happen to someone a wight didn’t manage to quite kill. Set at the end of the first season.
Warnings: For this chapter, none. Generally: sexual content, not very explicit; mild peril; animal death
Disclaimer: Based on the HBO series rather than the books. I own nothing!
Notes: Beautiful banner by dahliaxxx. And GUYS I AM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR THIS UPDATE. Since I started my new job life has been very hectic. Nothing very much happens in this chapter really but it helps move things along. Sorry! I do not blame you if you have quit reading, but if you ARE still reading I'd love to hear from you, and I swear the next update will not take me so long.
Previously: Jon hunted down a rabbit and tore it apart, ate gobs of flesh that steamed in the night air, but the taste of rabbit blood didn’t get rid of the memory of that smear of blood on Robb’s lip, how it had tasted in Jon’s mouth.
Robb pulled Jon through his bedroom window, knocking him to the floor, and Jon’s ears rang as his head hit stone.
‘Jon,’ said Robb, kneeling on his chest, dagger in his hand, his face pale with shock. ‘What in the name of the unnamed gods is going on?’
Jon couldn’t think what to tell him. So he told him everything in a handful of words.
‘I think - I’m not a man anymore, Robb. I think - something in me’s gone wrong.’
His breath made a hitching sound in his chest, and the corner of his mouth trembled. Robb looked down at him, face unreadable, and then leaned in and kissed him, mouth hard and hot.
It only lasted a second, and Jon was too shocked to react, lips only just beginning to part as he felt warm fur brush the side of his face. Robb pulled his head back as Grey Wind sniffed curiously at Jon, and then, evidently deciding he was no threat, padded back to the warm stones by the fireplace and curled up. Robb stood and offered Jon his hand; bewildered he took it, pulling himself to his feet. Jon’s ears were still ringing, and the blood which had rushed to his head had now gone to his cock. He wondered if Robb could see his erection, and the idea was both horribly embarrassing and arousing altogether. He cleared his throat, trying desperately to find something to say, and then Robb was speaking.
‘Where did you climb from?’ asked Robb, all business, walking over to the window.
‘I climbed from the other end of the hallway,’ Jon said, and went over to the window to show him. Leaning out, Robb looked at the expanse of smooth stone between his window and the other one and whistled softly.
‘How’s that possible?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Jon miserably. ‘I can do a lot of things now I couldn’t before.’
‘Before what?’ said Robb, and there was a shout of ‘Your Majesty’ from outside and the door burst open, two armed guards crossing the room with swords drawn. Jon knew Robb wouldn’t let them hurt him, but all the same he found himself squaring up to them, body braced for attack, and he made a low snarling noise in his throat that didn’t sound anywhere near human. Grey Wind barked loudly once
‘Stand down,’ said Robb, with that same calm authority Jon had noticed in him before. But it was habit now, not something he had to put on. ‘This is my brother Jon.’
‘Sorry, Your Grace. Just we knew you’d gone to bed alone, and then we heard voices -’ The guard looked confused.
‘But as you can see, all’s well,’ said Robb briskly. ‘Thank you for your prompt response. Dismissed.’
The two guards hesitated, both looking curiously at Jon, and then murmured a ‘yes, sire’ before leaving. Jon let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding. His muscles thrummed with unspent tension, but he could feel the approaching dawn even more keenly now, like an ache in his skull and spine.
‘So,’ he said awkwardly, and then didn’t know how to continue. He and Robb looked at each other for a minute, and then Robb punched him hard on the arm. ‘Ow!’ Jon rubbing his arm. ‘What was that for?’
‘What was that for?’ Robb repeated. ‘You bastard, you fled into the night and no one knew where you’d gone, and then you climb through my window a day later and scare the shit out of me and you ask what I’m punching you for? Should be glad it’s not your face.’
‘I just -’ Jon wasn’t sure how to continue that. I was embarrassed that I kissed you, and then I had to sleep because I can’t stay awake in the daytime any more, and now I’m wondering if I just hallucinated you kissing me because it doesn’t make any sense. ‘I’m sorry,’ he mumbled. ‘Things’ve been... strange. For a while now.’
‘So tell me about it,’ said Robb, sitting on the bed. ‘I’m clearly not going back to sleep tonight, and it’s nearly morning anyway. Tell me.’
And so Jon did, haltingly and carefully. He told him about what had happened beyond the Wall. How tired he’d been afterwards. How he could see better in the dark, how daylight had started inducing headaches and now made him pass out. He told him that he was stronger, that he could run for hours. He left out his taste for raw meat, the man he’d torn apart in the woods. He didn’t tell Robb that it was as much the taste of his blood in his mouth as the memory of the feel of Robb’s lips that had brought him to ashamed, shuddering climax in the woods two nights ago after he’d fled from Robb’s tent.
They were quiet for a long time after he finished talking. His head was beginning to ache as the light in the room began to pale into grey. Robb’s silence was making him nervous.
‘I don’t suppose,’ Robb said eventually, ‘there’s any chance you’ve just lost your wits?’ He rubbed the space between his eyes, and for the first time that night he looked his age.
‘I don’t think so,’ said Jon glumly. ‘Though I don’t suppose I’d know. The mad don’t always know they’re mad, do they? But it all did happen, Robb. I swear.’
Robb ran his hand through his hair.
‘I believe you. And by the looks of things, after this war is over we may have to fight another one.’ In the pre-dawn light he looked very young and very tired, and Jon shuffled closer to him on the bed and gingerly put an arm around him. He felt Robb sag a bit into his embrace, and it made his throat tight, back of his eyes prickle. It wasn’t often he felt like he could look after Robb, and this was such a small thing. He wanted to do more.
‘You’d think once you’d become king, things’d be easier,’ said Robb. ‘People do what you say, you get a nice crown. But everything’s harder.’ He twisted his fingers into his auburn hair, tugged at it in frustration. ‘We’ve been doing well with the battles we’ve fought so far. But there’s so far still to go.’
‘I know,’ said Jon quietly. His head was hurting so much now, but he didn’t want to move. Robb turned his head and looked at him.
‘You look ill,’ he said.
‘Just tired,’ said Jon, trying for a smile. ‘I get like this now, when it’s day. It was stupid of me to try to fight in the battle. Made a right fool of myself.’
‘Never mind that,’ said Robb. ‘Lie down for a bit.’
Jon wanted to argue, but the bed was too inviting. He lay down, and closing his eyes he at once felt some relief.
‘You’re not going, are you?’ he said, hating himself for the question once it was said. He always sounded so weak compared to Robb. He felt a warm hand brush back his hair.
‘No; it’s early yet. I can stay here awhile.’
Jon fell asleep listening to the sound of Robb breathing, smelling the scent of him on the bedclothes, and when he woke many hours later he felt better than he had done in a long time. During the day he had dreamed, a stranger and clearer dream than he had ever had before. He drank water from a pitcher by Robb’s bed, long steady gulps until it was drained, and then he went in search of his king.
He found him at council, and this time the guards didn’t stop him. The Tullys looked surprised to see him, the men of the North uninterested. None of that mattered. He looked only at Robb.
‘Your Grace,’ he said. ‘I think I might be of some service to you. If you’ll pledge me men for the Night’s Watch, I think I can help you win this war.’
Title: A Song of Snow and Blood
Rating: R
Pairing: Eventually Jon/Robb
Chapter: 7 of ? (1 is here, 2 is here, 3 here, 4 is here, 5 is here, 6 here.)
Wordcount: this chapter - 1300
Synopsis: Jon gets more than he bargained for beyond the Wall. Very loosely inspired by a prompt at stark_n_snow that asked for a vampire!Jon fic, and the result of some of my own speculation about what might happen to someone a wight didn’t manage to quite kill. Set at the end of the first season.
Warnings: For this chapter, none. Generally: sexual content, not very explicit; mild peril; animal death
Disclaimer: Based on the HBO series rather than the books. I own nothing!
Notes: Beautiful banner by dahliaxxx. And GUYS I AM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR THIS UPDATE. Since I started my new job life has been very hectic. Nothing very much happens in this chapter really but it helps move things along. Sorry! I do not blame you if you have quit reading, but if you ARE still reading I'd love to hear from you, and I swear the next update will not take me so long.
Previously: Jon hunted down a rabbit and tore it apart, ate gobs of flesh that steamed in the night air, but the taste of rabbit blood didn’t get rid of the memory of that smear of blood on Robb’s lip, how it had tasted in Jon’s mouth.
Robb pulled Jon through his bedroom window, knocking him to the floor, and Jon’s ears rang as his head hit stone.
‘Jon,’ said Robb, kneeling on his chest, dagger in his hand, his face pale with shock. ‘What in the name of the unnamed gods is going on?’
Jon couldn’t think what to tell him. So he told him everything in a handful of words.
‘I think - I’m not a man anymore, Robb. I think - something in me’s gone wrong.’
His breath made a hitching sound in his chest, and the corner of his mouth trembled. Robb looked down at him, face unreadable, and then leaned in and kissed him, mouth hard and hot.
It only lasted a second, and Jon was too shocked to react, lips only just beginning to part as he felt warm fur brush the side of his face. Robb pulled his head back as Grey Wind sniffed curiously at Jon, and then, evidently deciding he was no threat, padded back to the warm stones by the fireplace and curled up. Robb stood and offered Jon his hand; bewildered he took it, pulling himself to his feet. Jon’s ears were still ringing, and the blood which had rushed to his head had now gone to his cock. He wondered if Robb could see his erection, and the idea was both horribly embarrassing and arousing altogether. He cleared his throat, trying desperately to find something to say, and then Robb was speaking.
‘Where did you climb from?’ asked Robb, all business, walking over to the window.
‘I climbed from the other end of the hallway,’ Jon said, and went over to the window to show him. Leaning out, Robb looked at the expanse of smooth stone between his window and the other one and whistled softly.
‘How’s that possible?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Jon miserably. ‘I can do a lot of things now I couldn’t before.’
‘Before what?’ said Robb, and there was a shout of ‘Your Majesty’ from outside and the door burst open, two armed guards crossing the room with swords drawn. Jon knew Robb wouldn’t let them hurt him, but all the same he found himself squaring up to them, body braced for attack, and he made a low snarling noise in his throat that didn’t sound anywhere near human. Grey Wind barked loudly once
‘Stand down,’ said Robb, with that same calm authority Jon had noticed in him before. But it was habit now, not something he had to put on. ‘This is my brother Jon.’
‘Sorry, Your Grace. Just we knew you’d gone to bed alone, and then we heard voices -’ The guard looked confused.
‘But as you can see, all’s well,’ said Robb briskly. ‘Thank you for your prompt response. Dismissed.’
The two guards hesitated, both looking curiously at Jon, and then murmured a ‘yes, sire’ before leaving. Jon let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding. His muscles thrummed with unspent tension, but he could feel the approaching dawn even more keenly now, like an ache in his skull and spine.
‘So,’ he said awkwardly, and then didn’t know how to continue. He and Robb looked at each other for a minute, and then Robb punched him hard on the arm. ‘Ow!’ Jon rubbing his arm. ‘What was that for?’
‘What was that for?’ Robb repeated. ‘You bastard, you fled into the night and no one knew where you’d gone, and then you climb through my window a day later and scare the shit out of me and you ask what I’m punching you for? Should be glad it’s not your face.’
‘I just -’ Jon wasn’t sure how to continue that. I was embarrassed that I kissed you, and then I had to sleep because I can’t stay awake in the daytime any more, and now I’m wondering if I just hallucinated you kissing me because it doesn’t make any sense. ‘I’m sorry,’ he mumbled. ‘Things’ve been... strange. For a while now.’
‘So tell me about it,’ said Robb, sitting on the bed. ‘I’m clearly not going back to sleep tonight, and it’s nearly morning anyway. Tell me.’
And so Jon did, haltingly and carefully. He told him about what had happened beyond the Wall. How tired he’d been afterwards. How he could see better in the dark, how daylight had started inducing headaches and now made him pass out. He told him that he was stronger, that he could run for hours. He left out his taste for raw meat, the man he’d torn apart in the woods. He didn’t tell Robb that it was as much the taste of his blood in his mouth as the memory of the feel of Robb’s lips that had brought him to ashamed, shuddering climax in the woods two nights ago after he’d fled from Robb’s tent.
They were quiet for a long time after he finished talking. His head was beginning to ache as the light in the room began to pale into grey. Robb’s silence was making him nervous.
‘I don’t suppose,’ Robb said eventually, ‘there’s any chance you’ve just lost your wits?’ He rubbed the space between his eyes, and for the first time that night he looked his age.
‘I don’t think so,’ said Jon glumly. ‘Though I don’t suppose I’d know. The mad don’t always know they’re mad, do they? But it all did happen, Robb. I swear.’
Robb ran his hand through his hair.
‘I believe you. And by the looks of things, after this war is over we may have to fight another one.’ In the pre-dawn light he looked very young and very tired, and Jon shuffled closer to him on the bed and gingerly put an arm around him. He felt Robb sag a bit into his embrace, and it made his throat tight, back of his eyes prickle. It wasn’t often he felt like he could look after Robb, and this was such a small thing. He wanted to do more.
‘You’d think once you’d become king, things’d be easier,’ said Robb. ‘People do what you say, you get a nice crown. But everything’s harder.’ He twisted his fingers into his auburn hair, tugged at it in frustration. ‘We’ve been doing well with the battles we’ve fought so far. But there’s so far still to go.’
‘I know,’ said Jon quietly. His head was hurting so much now, but he didn’t want to move. Robb turned his head and looked at him.
‘You look ill,’ he said.
‘Just tired,’ said Jon, trying for a smile. ‘I get like this now, when it’s day. It was stupid of me to try to fight in the battle. Made a right fool of myself.’
‘Never mind that,’ said Robb. ‘Lie down for a bit.’
Jon wanted to argue, but the bed was too inviting. He lay down, and closing his eyes he at once felt some relief.
‘You’re not going, are you?’ he said, hating himself for the question once it was said. He always sounded so weak compared to Robb. He felt a warm hand brush back his hair.
‘No; it’s early yet. I can stay here awhile.’
Jon fell asleep listening to the sound of Robb breathing, smelling the scent of him on the bedclothes, and when he woke many hours later he felt better than he had done in a long time. During the day he had dreamed, a stranger and clearer dream than he had ever had before. He drank water from a pitcher by Robb’s bed, long steady gulps until it was drained, and then he went in search of his king.
He found him at council, and this time the guards didn’t stop him. The Tullys looked surprised to see him, the men of the North uninterested. None of that mattered. He looked only at Robb.
‘Your Grace,’ he said. ‘I think I might be of some service to you. If you’ll pledge me men for the Night’s Watch, I think I can help you win this war.’