#and they can't stay in the winterfell bubble forever

[mkstrigidae]

I'm developing so much more sympathy for GRRM's habit of going off and writing prequels and smaller vignettes while he's working on TWoW. I'm sitting here trying to work on APWH and the gremlin in my brain is like 'Edmure and Roslin pov story nownownow'.

[fbfh]

merry christmas n happy hannukah and happy snowflake day! thinking about Jon Snow being completely and utterly obsessed with you, his childhood best friend. if we're being real, he's loved you as long as he's known you. Those feelings just bubbled up when you were kids, running around Winterfell and stealing cakes and scraps from the kitchens and... they just never went away. Jon spent every minute with you, neither of you ever caring if you got muddy or if your clothes get torn. you came up with all sorts of games and jokes until you had a little world made up of just the two of you. You never treated him differently, you didn't care if he was Jon Stark or Jon Snow, he was just Jon. Your Jon. And you were his.

it's been years since your first kiss shared in secret behind the stables, a quick little peck that left you both blushing and giggling for hours after. It's been years since you were ripped away from him. one day you were there, the next you were gone. something about your father having business in King's Landing. Jon must have cried for you every night for a year.

Now he's Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, a far cry from the gangly little boy you used to run around with. And you're a far cry from the kid he remembers too. Time has been kind to you, leaving you with the same sweet laugh and warm smile, but now your woman body is WOMANING or your man body is MANNING or your grown up body is GROWNING and Jon has no fucking clue what to do with himself. You were brought to Castle Black out of the blue by a few people he doesn't recognize, but his head is spinning spinning spinning, EVERYTHING is spinning swirling swirling swirling everything is swirling at the very sight of you.

before he knows it you're all inside as the men explain that some betrothal agreement was found in your father's papers, and it was dated back when you were kids by both your fathers but it wasn't notarized until AFTER he joined the night's watch but the notary didn't KNOW he joined the night's watch and to make a long and complicated story short, due to a legal loophole you're... his. you're his to wed, his to love, his to be promised to forever and ever.

Jon prides himself on being a composed and level headed man, but FUCK if he doesn't want to lose his fuckin shit right now. he's so overwhelmed, like all those years and years of yearning and praying to the old gods that you'd come back to him finally paid off. he wraps that shit up so fast and sends the men off so he can embrace you, greet you properly in the privacy of his chambers. he practically carries you up to his room, holding you tight and bear hugging you so much you feel like you could lose yourself in his arms. he feels like he could explode, bursting at the seams with yearning and desire and longing. he holds your face in his big old hands and you still can't get over how BIG and BUFF and TALL he got since you last saw him. he leans down until his lips are just a whisper away from yours.

"I stayed true to you," he murmurs. "I haven't looked at another, touched another, not since..."

he trails off and you remember suddenly. the night you told him you were leaving, you worked up the courage to kiss him again. it was more deliberate than the last time, it wasn't a test or practice, it was like you were really saying something to him. now, all these years later, here he is. he's still your sweet, sweet Jon, trembling with need, never knowing another's lips but yours, begging you to take him, to do what you want with him. because he's yours for you to do it.