#YES I KNOW its just because Reed has that fear but also you can't just say that fear is inherited like that and expect me to be NORMAL

[starheirxero]

"As an in inherited trait from all moon types, I hate things that move when I'm not looking!" props chin in hand with a malicious little grin. so fear is stored in code? fear is something embedded into an AI and can be inexplicably passed along through other such variations? so what does this mean for fear then, hm? what does it mean that even the smallest hint of Moon's code in other robots has led to them sharing the exact same fear? i'm not quite sure yet but this is interesting information Jack, very interesting information indeed :)

[laboratorioautoral]

I want to read a really dark jonrya fic. I want a jon with the same passion he has for arya in the canon, but without a moral compass. Like you know the one with ' if i can't get the girl, i'll not let her be anyone else's'

So...Since I got several requests asking for a dark Jon, mad Jon, feral Jon, I’ve combined your prompt and @amster-l “After resurrection Jon act like animal: growls, bares his teeth and etc. And he is very jealous about Arya” to make this piece. I hope you’ll enjoy it.

He hasn’t been the same since he was broughtback to life. Maybe it was some sort of side effect of being too long sharingGhost’s mind and body. His men would often whisper in fear that he had becomemore animal that human and with good reason to do so.

The North had a new king and it was his duty tosend the message that no one would ever defy the name Stark or Snow again.

Every morning he would look at the bodiesrotting at the gates. Bolton and his son stood in the middle of the arrangementlike the most valuable jewels in the North. Soon he would add some Freys to thecomposition and perhaps even have a pie made of them, just like in the storiesOld Nad used to tell him. Just the way Arya liked them.

Jon could still remember the taste of Ramsay’sblood in his tongue as Jon licked his fingers after his knife cut throughBolton’s flesh. Even the King in The North had to admit that flaying someonealive had some poetry to it. The ultimate satisfaction it could provide atevery scream in repayment for what Bolton had done to the land and for daringthreat Jon and demand him to give Arya back.

I want my bride back…

Those words had sentenced both bastards todeath in the end, but Jon was more familiar with hell and its mysteries thanBolton would ever be.

As if she has everbeen his. As if Arya has ever belonged to anyone but me.

At that thought he could help a growl. Anotherside effect, he supposed. He had became greedy and territorialist beyondrecognition.

He was so distracted that he barely registeredthe sound of steps coming his way.

“Bran insists upon an audience with you.” Hervoice dragged him back to reality and made his heart beats faster. His mouthwent dry almost immediately, even though he hasn’t turned to see her concernedface looking back at him. “We should assemble a gathering and decide it withthe lords already, Jon. It isn’t fair for us to wait indefinitely.”

“I never knew Brandon craved for a crown thatmuch.” He finally turned to face her frown. She was worried. More than that,she was having problems to deal with the man he had become to the point offearing him. That kind of thing hurt more than the scars in his body. “You looklovely, even with a frown.”

“It’s his birthright and mine, no matter whatyou have to say.” Arya replied fiercely, while ignoring his attempts of gallantry.She was just protecting her baby brother and yet it had been enough to poisonJon’s blood with rage. She should be on his side. Always. Forever.

“It wasn’t Brandon the one to drag the bastardout of this castle, or even the all mighty warg who defeated Bolton’s army. Ifwe are to talk about rights, why don’t we mention the rights of conquest?” Jonreplied while trying to keep his anger under control. “Fear not. I won’t kickyou both out of here. This is our home, after all.”

“What about Reed?” Arya finally addressed thematter he was trying so hard to avoid. “You are not a Stark and with thoseletters and the sigil…What are we supposed to do with all that? Ignore?”

“For all I care, yes!” He growled back at her,finally letting his most animalistic traces to emerge. “I don’t care about whatReed and those papers say! I am Jon and my blood is as much Stark as yours.Robb made me a Stark in his will and also his heir! If I hear one more thingabout Brandon’s rights I’ll send him to the Citadel to become a fuckingmaester!”

“Would you really do this?” Arya looked himstraight in the eyes with an inner strength that he wasn’t used to. That wasn’tthe little girl who used to be so unsure of her place in the world. That wasn’tthe nameless assassin or the orphan who ran away from King’s Landing. Arya hadfinally embraced her identity and everything that came attached to it, whichmeant she was a ferocious young woman, ready to bite her way to power if shehad to. “What about my rights? What am I, if not Bran’s legitimate heir inthis? Will you usurp me as well?”

At that she had him trapped in his own farce.How could he explain it to her without sounding as a lunatic? He had doneeverything for her and only her. If Arya was a free woman it was because he haduncovered Bolton’s plot and made of Winterfell a secure place for them to livein. She had the birthright, but the lords would be unwilling to follow acripple boy and a young woman, no matter how capable they were.

“You won’t even be considered as long as Branand I are alive. No matter how capable you are, the lords will look at you andsee a woman.” Jon tried to sound reasonable and calm, but all to no avail. “Whatis it that you want, Arya? What do I have to do in order to have your support?”

“I’m not sure if you realized, but you areasking me to betray my brother and support your claim when you are not even aStark!” She didn’t even raise her voice to confront him and yet Arya soundedmuch more like a monarch than he did. She never failed to make him proud, evenwhen they stood in opposite sides.

“There was a time you used to call me brothertoo. I suppose I’ll have to get used with the idea that we are not siblingsafter all.” Those words were knifes cutting thru his heart and yet they werethe same words that had broken him free from the guilty he felt whenever helooked at her and saw a desirable woman.

“You are putting me in a terrible place.” Shesaid as if she still cared about him and that was a sweet thing to think. “Iunderstand your side and I can even agree that you might be our best option asKing, but I can’t neglect Bran. What will be of him and what will be of me inthis scenario? Are we supposed to depend on your mercy forever?”

“Fear not, my dear.” He sighed in frustration. “Ican’t conceive the idea of a life in which you are not by my side.” His voicewas full with resolution and purpose. “I’ll make sure Bran will be treatedaccordingly to his rank and needs. I’m even considering marry him to eitherLyanna Mormont or Meera Reed. Whomever he likes best. He will be a lord and animportant member of my council. Does it sound like a terrible thing?”

“What about me?” Arya insisted as if he wassomehow depriving her of her dignity, or something just as valuable. “Am I tobecome a prisoner in my own house, so you’ll have a guarantee that Bran willnever rebel against you?”

“What?” Jon asked cautiously and slightlysurprised by the accusation. “Why would you think that?”

“You have been spying on my correspondence andeven preventing the maester to send them. Don’t even try to deny it. I’ve founda number of them in your cabinet.” She accused him bluntly. “I would appreciateif you allow me some privacy.”

“I don’t follow you around the castle or invadeyour room for you to accuse me of violating your privacy. This is ratherunfair.” Jon tried to minimize the gravity of his actions, and yet Arya lookedat him unimpressed and still angry. “Besides…There was a time in which we hadno secrets between us.”

“There was also a time in which we completedeach other’s sentences and you would mess up with my hair. It perfectly clearthat you chose to distrust us and this is something that can only weaken thisfamily.”

“So…Now I’m family? I’m confused, my dear.” Hereplied in angry disdain. “I trust no one in this world but you, Arya.” He gavea step toward her. If Arya was afraid of his approximation, she never let itshow.

Jon touched her face with his ice cold hands,making Arya shrink a bit. He cupped her cheek, feeling the warmth of her creamyskin as his thumb rubbed the faint pink shade of her cheekbones gently.

“It’s not you whom I don’t trust, but those youcorrespond with.” He said with a hint of indulgency. “Why does Edric Dayneinsist upon writing you so often? What interest could the Lord of Starfall havein you?”

“He…” Arya took a deep breath as if consideringher words. “He knows someone how could provide testimony on your trueparentage. I was trying to secure this piece of evidence just in case.”

“Yes…Wylla, isn’t it?” He smiled at her withouthumor. “It was not that what troubled me. No…I guess it had something to dowith the part in which he wrote you a poem. He has quite a talent with words, Idare say. He just doesn’t have much sense of self-preservation.”

“Why would you even bother about a poem?” Atthat Jon grinned at her like a savage beast. His bare teeth displaying all theanger and violent nature of a wolf being threatened in his territory.

Jon grabbed her chin tightly, but Arya didn’teven blink at his sudden display of lack of control.

“Do you see those bodies rotting outside?” Heasked through his teeth. His fingers relaxed a bit before he held head betweenhis hands and put his forehead against hers. “Do you know why I’ve made such amonumental display of their tragedy?”

“Because you want the world to know that theNorth is ruled by a violent mad man.” Arya replied bitterly.

“No, my love.” He whispered indulgently. “Iwant the world to know what I will do to anyone who dare lay a claim on you.”

“You are truly mad.” She answered with her eyesshut. She smelled of dried roses, pinewood and a faint note of blood. “We neverneeded this between us, Jon.” Her delicate hand caressed his face like a gentlebreeze. “I know it has been…Difficult. If you are to remain as King in theNorth, you’ll have to let go of me at some point and…” Her words trembled as hefelt her tears with the tip of his thumbs. “We must get used to the idea thatat some point we will have to say goodbye once more.”

“I forbid you to even consider such a thing!”He answered harshly. “You are not leaving me, not now, nor ever! Do youunderstand me?!”

“This simply can’t be. The sooner you let me go,the sooner we will be able to overcome this…Sickness we share.” Arya insisted.

“No. No, you won’t leave me!” He finally lostit in a scream. “You are mine and I am yours! If everything Reed said about meis truth than everything becomes too clear for me. You are afraid of what willbe of you under my reign, so let me make it simple. I will make a queen out ofyou.” His voice sounded almost feral and deranged. “All those faces and namesyou once used…Forget them all. You will be remembered forever as Queen Arya ofWinterfell. If the North demands a trueborn Stark in the Winter Throne, then I’llgive them one. You will rule by my side and protect me with your name while I’llgrant you all the power and recognition you might want. Be my wild and savagequeen. March to war by my side if you like. Give me sons and daughters to carryour names for generations to come so the world will know that ours is the Songof Ice and Fire!”

“That means that you’ll have to claim theTargaryen name.” Arya tried to sound reasonable. “This means war.”

“I don’t care.” He said in a low and desolatedtone. “I would fight my way to hell if that meant a chance of having you formyself. I won’t make excuses or apologize for loving you as I do. If anything,loving and desiring someone from my own kin is nothing but my birthright as aTargaryen.”

“What if I don’t want to be a queen? Have youconsidered that?” Arya questioned him bitterly.

Jon held her head firmly in place once Aryaquestioned his intentions. His mouth claimed hers in a voracious kiss thatcould only be described as immoral. Blindly he pressed her body against thenearest wall while trying to immobilize her arms.

Soon they were breathless, but their lips werestill so close that they could almost touch.

“I never said this was something up todiscussion.” He whispered to her dangerously. “I’m not asking you to be mine. I’mmerely informing you that you already are, my love.”