#maybe they consummated the marriage after a couple of days of mourning the death of their friends

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Perseus and Andromeda going to their marital bed after that disaster of a wedding

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to death’s door - jon snow x baratheon!reader (1)

one shot requested by: @witch-of-letters

this is strictly reader x jon, but robb is included!

concept: jon has been in love with the reader, who is a baratheon, since childhood but she has been betrothed to robb. she escaped the red wedding, with grey wind at her side, and has sought refuge at castle black. jon, alongside him the reader, are killed and resurrected by melisandre.

here’s part two. masterlist.

word count: 1.4k whew

For as long as you can remember, house Baratheon and house Stark had been two peas in a pod— quite literally. When your father had started a rebellion against the Targaryen rulers, he placed his trust in Eddard Stark’s family to ensure your safety. You and the children of house Stark got along quite well, you and Sansa were almost always in each other’s company, Robb always liked to tease you, and Jon followed you around like a lost puppy with Arya in tow, her teasing him about being in love with you.

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It was true, to say the least. Ever since little bastard Jon laid his eyes on what he considered was the most beautiful girl he ever met, he instantly fell into a pit of love and adoration for you. You were sweet and gentle, but tough and incredibly stubborn. Those qualities, minus your dark colored hair and your build, truly made you the most notable Baratheon heir. You were older than your blonde counterparts, which was much to Cersei’s dismay.

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Today, however, was not just another adventure to Winterfell. This was the day you’d be betrothed to Robb Stark. You were quite disappointed in the selection, but you knew that Robb was naturally a good man and that’s all you cared for. You smiled graciously as you walked down the aisle, your father’s hand in yours. It all happened in a flash, one moment he was wrapping his cloak around your shoulders, another he was kissing you in front of your families, then you ended up in his private quarters. Throughout the night, you had hoped to catch Jon, but he was nowhere to be seen, much to your disappointment.

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Beside you, Robb chuckled, “Oh c’mon (Y/N), don’t look so disappointed in sharing a bed with me.” He joked, a toothy grin appearing on his face as he reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. When you smiled back at him, he gazed happily at you, but cleared his throat a little. “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” You tried to not look guilty.

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“No Robb! That’d be ridiculous.” You lied, to which Robb snorted at. He rolled his eyes before moving towards his bed, flopping down on it with a sigh. Beside the wooden furniture, Grey Wind emitted a slight grunt in disapproval.

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“You lying to my face is ridiculous- even Grey Wind can even tell!” The heir to Winterfell stated, his hand motioning to his sleepy direwolf dramatically. Who knew Robb Stark would make such a fuss? You stifled a laugh before sitting at the edge of his bed, releasing a defeated sigh.

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“Maybe I was,” you responded at last, turning your head to look at Robb, who was staring at you. He tried his best not to look disappointed, but the furrow of his brows and the downward twitch of the corner of his lip gave it away.

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He glanced away, “Then.. then we don’t have to do anything. I don’t want to force you into doing something with someone you don’t want to be doing it with.” Robb responded honestly, moving to sit up and take your hand in his. “I vowed to never hurt you and love you for the rest of my days and such. But if this isn’t what you want, then I respect that.”

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You smiled gratefully at him, “Thank you Robb.”

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Several weeks had passed by since your wedding night with Robb. People had assumed your marriage was consummated, but never really asked any questions about it. You hoped that by being at Winterfell you would see Jon more, but you found out that he left for the Night’s Watch the day after your ceremony. Robb was the first to tell you and he looked guilty while doing so.

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One day, the news of your fathers death came to Winterfell via crow. It broke your heart into two, especially since the murderous hag you suspected had done it was sitting on the Iron Throne beside her son with a smug grin on her face. By all the Seven Gods, you hated Cersei Lannister. Robert Baratheon’s death ultimately splitted Storm’s End. Who should the loyal vassals turn to? The true heir to the Iron Throne, His nasty brother, Stannis, or his other soft-hearted brother, Renly? Frustration clawed at you.

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Eventually, you allowed your mind to glaze over the thought of Jon and the death of your father. You allowed yourself to be happy with Robb and how he made you feel. From the outside, it could’ve looked like you two were a real couple instead of a platonic one. Robb had declared war on house Lannister for the unrightful execution of his father and the presumed death of his sister, Arya, and you were utmost grateful for it. In some way, you felt that Robb was doing both your father’s justice. Even with the new declaration, divided houses of Storm’s End flocked to Stannis, Renly, and much to your surprise, Robb. This really helped him have an edge over the opposing, murderous royal house known as the Lannisters.

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Unfortunately, his luck had run out after an altercation with Walder Frey. The Lord of Crossing wanted something in return for Robb’s desire to cross the Twins, but your husband couldn’t hold up his end of the bargain and lost his head for it. It was chaotic being in a castle where everyone was murdering everyone- you didn’t even know who to trust! Grey Wind had led you to safety, nobly taking down anyone who stood in your way. A few of Robb’s men had noticed you and took the extra measure of protecting you and providing you with a horse, sparing two men to keep you safe on your escape.

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The group of you rode hard for the North, the screams of battle were now inaudible as you approached Winterfell. How long had it been? You assumed it was weeks— maybe even a few more months than you expected. The two men — whose names you learned were Rodrik and Kevan — you were riding with warned you that Winterfell might not be safe, and by the time you rode over the rolling moors, the Stark sigil had been replaced by a Bolton one.

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Tears brimmed your eyes, prompting Kevan to speak up, “M’lady, we should backtrack and head around Winterfell. We may not be able to seek help here anymore.. but what about the bastard?” You nodded simply, steering your horse to face the direction you came from and following the two men without another word.

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The ride to Castle Black was difficult and extremely long— longer than the journey to Winterfell. You were tired, your horses were tired, and so were your two loyal bannermen friends. A cough escaped you as you wrapped yourself up into an even tighter grip, the cloak one of the men spared you doing little justice against the harsh coldness. After days, the sight of the Wall was in plain view and so was Castle Black. You were ecstatic, your eyes gazing happily but sadly at the home of crows.

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“Open the gate!” You heard one of the men shout as you approached, everyone rushing to their places in order to help. You clambered down from your horse, Grey Wind moving forward to nuzzle your leg before seeing his younger brother Ghost, immediately rushing to his side and sharing a quick nuzzle. You let out a shaky breath, your eyes surveying the what was left of the Night’s Watch. They stared back at your hungrily, like wolves ready to pounce on kill.

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Subconsciously, you allowed yourself to slouch, covering up whatever prominent features you had before searching for the dark, dreamy eyes you yearned to look in. You soon found them, but instead of their once soft look, they now sported a defeated and cold look. Jon slowly stepped down the stairs, his hand gripping the sides before stopping at the bottom. He then rushed forward, gathering all of you in his grasp. Jon let out a little happy chuckle, his eyes beginning to brim with tears as he pulled away, giving you a long kiss on the forehead.

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“I am so.. so sorry, (Y/N).” He says at last, his gaze sympathetic with a hint of mourning. He took your hand, motioning for his fellow watchers to take your horses. Jon looked at your two guards, nodding at them appreciatively. “Thank you both for keeping her safe. There’s food, clothes, and fresh hay for your horses.”

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He took your hand and led you to his private chambers.

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