children of the wild ones,

jon snow - 26, cfo (london branch) illegitimate son of ned stark, ceo of stark automotives stuck on an island and Not Lovin' It

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littlelostkittykat:

Katherine practically groaned at his response, her head shaking as she glanced around the caves, anywhere to keep from looking at his dumbass face as he hurled his accusations at her. “Me, a brat? Who’s the one demanding I -” Her words were cut off by the sound of rock shifting, one of her hands moving to grab his wrist to take his hand off of her as she looked up. Oh, hell no. She survived a plane crash, she was not about to let some rickety caves do her in.

But then the stones began to fall, and she barely moved before Jon was pushing her out of the way. She stumbled backwards and fell several feet away as she watched the stones pile up quickly. Crawling back on her feet and elbows, she coughed violently, the dust entering her lungs with every breath, ears ringing with the sound of falling rock until it stopped and settled and got too quiet. It was then that she noticed Jon had disappeared.

Fuck.

“Jon?” she called out, wiping away the dust of rock and who knows what else from her mouth. “Jon.” Her voice was louder, more frantic as she stood up and neared the towering pile of stone to call out his name once again. Shit, shit, shit. Robb would never forgive her for this.

The first thing he noticed was how dark it was, he couldn’t even tell if his eyes were open. The second thing he noticed was the tingling in his arm, like the feeling he had when he’d slept on his side the entire night but much more intense. Jon. He knew that voice... Jon woke with a start, choking on dirt and coughing for air despite how it hurt to breathe. What the hell. He thought to himself, struggling to even out his breath. His chest ached and his arm was sore. Where...

Jon finally managed to open his eyes, though it didn’t do much else considering how dark it was. He was sure he’d left the beach early morning, it couldn’t be night time already could it? That’s when his eyes finally adjusted and he realised why air seemed so tight around him. Rocks and dirt everywhere. Dust was still settling. Oh right. The cave it-.... His thoughts were interrupted at the sound his name being called again, he heard it but only just.

Jon glanced around and attempted to push himself up into a sitting position only to find that he couldn’t. His arm. Turning his head to the right he saw why his arm felt all but dead to him. A large piece of rock had pinned most of his upper arm and even part of his chest. Still weary Jon reached over and tried to push the boulder off him, the effort shifted his shoulder which only cause him more pain and let out a groan, both out of pain and frustration. Already finding himself out of breath he let his left arm flop back down to his side.

“K-Kate...” A breath. “Katherine...” He called out weakly, wincing as he did so. “A-Are you alright?” He remembered trying to push her out of the way before the place came down around them but he hadn’t seen anything after that. Robb would kill him if something happened to her. “Where...” He tried clearing his throat to voice himself louder, “Where are you?”

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littlelostkittykat:

Katherine huffed, cocking her hip as she rolled her eyes at everything he was practically yelling at her. As he neared her, she narrowed her eyes at him, a silent warning that if he came any closer to her, he would regret it. He was really starting to piss her off with all of these accusations. Yes, maybe that was what it looked like, but did he even bother to ask her about it before spewing his assumptions and demanding she give him the Stark ring? No. Sure, she could tell him now, but why open herself up to him when he clearly thought so little of her?

“What makes you think you know anything about me, hmm?” she spat back, placing her hands on her hips. Her voice was pure venom as she continued. “So you saw me on the plane with a guy, and I wasn’t wearing the ring. Yeah, I get the kind of message that sends. It must raise a lot of questions - questions that you didn’t ask, I might add. Did you even bother to look at my face? My body language? Does it seem like I’m at all distraught over that man’s death? Did it ever occur to you to ask me what the hell was going on? Tell me, Jon Snow, since you know everything,” she said patronizingly. “Pull your head out of your self righteous ass and realize that not everything is as it seems before you give yourself an aneurysm over nothing.”

Jon stopped just short of what would be considered her personal space, his expression souring at her every word. She didn’t get to disappear, reappear with some guy and then put that ring back on her finger like it meant nothing. Not if he could help it. “Forgive me if I couldn’t stand to look at either of you long enough to see how you were feeling. Not to mention the fact that I didn’t want to speak to someone that was clearly leaving the country with a man that wasn’t my brother.” At the back of his mind he got the sense that there was some truth in his words, that he didn’t have the whole story, but he was too far gone to even come within reason. He was pissed, and it was as if all the frustration he’d bottled up at being stuck on this fucking island was finally coming out, directed at her of all people.

“Stop acting like a brat, it’s clear you never wanted to marry my brother so give the ring back now!” He yelled, stepping so close that he was within arms reach of her. Jon arm had reached out to grab her shoulder when a sudden rumbling tore his gaze off of her. There was the sound of rumbling, of cracking, then everything felt like it was shaking. Looking up Jon could see dirt and stone falling from the cave ceiling. As cracks appeared and the rumbling wouldn’t stop Jon felt his spine grow cold, and before the first rocks fell he only had a split second to react. “Move!” He yelled, pushing Katherine out of the way of the rock that almost toppled them both and jumped in the opposite direction, his hands flying over his head as he heard rather than felt the cave crumbling down around him. 

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littlelostkittykat:

Katherine was shamelessly allowing her eyes to roam his form as he filled up the containers with water. What? She was engaged, not owned, and there wasn’t a lot of eye candy on this island. So she could look. And admire. Even if the subject of her appreciation was her fiance’s brother, and getting on her last damn nerve. At least she had the same effect on him. She was taken aback when he suddenly raised his voice at her, eyes staring at her hand. “What is what?” she said, playing dumb despite his obvious fury.

She raised her brows at him in disbelief at his order. She could not believe the sheer audacity. Who the hell did he think he was? “Oh? And who does it belong to? You?” Katherine laughed sarcastically. “Your beloved half brother gave it to me when he asked me to be his wife. I have just as much claim to this ring as you do, if not more. After all, I would’ve been given the Stark name.” She knew it was a low blow, but if he thought he could just come to the caves and judge her and order her around, he had another thing coming to him. “So, no. I won’t take it off. But thanks for the suggestion. I’ll keep it in mind for when hell freezes over.”

Jon couldn’t believe it. She had some gall to put that ring back on her finger after basically just trying to skip the country with whatever-the-fuck-his-name-was. “You know what I’m talking about.” He ground out, his tone clearly implying that he was in no mood for jokes. Jon felt the same anger that built in his chest when he’d first seen her on the plane with that guy. He couldn’t belief that she was standing there acting innocent, acting like she still had some claim to it or to Robb. He was about to bite back before she mentioned having the Stark name. Despite the fact that he’d lived without the name all his life, that his father and most of the family treated him no different, the fact that he would never truly be a Stark was the one thing he was most insecure about. He was family, but he would never be family in name, and would never be truly accepted no matter how much his father or Robb or Arya would try with their reassurances. She was right in a sense, she was more of a Stark than he was.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” He spoke after a while, his voice rough. “You disappeared. Do you even know how worried Robb was? Did you even care?” Jon continued on not even giving her a chance to answer. “I can’t imagine you were considering you seemed just fine to be riding out of that godforsaken country with some guy who looked like he kicked sick puppies for fun.” Jon had taken a few steps towards her while he’d spoken, his tone even as he glared back at her. “What makes you think you have any right wearing that after what you’ve done? Take it off, Katherine. Now.”

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littlelostkittykat:

Katherine nearly snorted at his question. If only he knew… There were a lot of things Jon Snow did not know. But she wasn’t about to present herself as an open book to him. Not when he clearly assumed the worst of her when he saw her on the plane with Klaus. He had every reason to, since Klaus took the ring from her. But she got it back now that he was dead. God, she had run into the jungle by herself and screamed in delight for ten minutes after he took his last pitiful breath. She had even shed a couple of joyful tears, too, before composing herself and returning to the beach. But she would never, ever forget what that initial and alien feeling of freedom was like.

“I haven’t given up. I’m simply a realist. And I’m sure my friends and family will fare just fine without me,” she responded, snaking around the question she didn’t have an answer to. She didn’t have anything to go back to. Friends? Katherine didn’t have friends. She had allies and lackeys, and they wouldn’t miss her. And as for her family, her dull as dishwater twin sister was the shining daughter for some fucking reason. Her mother was dead, had been since their births. And her father would only mourn the loss of the alliance her union with Klaus would have brought. And then there was Robb… Beautiful, wonderful Robb. He would have no trouble finding another girl to wed. So, yes. They would all be just fine without her, and she would be more than fine without them.

“So generous,” she mocked him in response as she leaned against one of the cave walls. It was too quiet for her not to have heard his little comment. Generous little Jon Snow, of course he was leaping to help everyone out. The Stark men were honorable like that. She could admire it, if honor didn’t fuck you over in the end. When he spoke to her of his own accord, not answering any questions or returning snark, she rolled her eyes a bit at his words. He did have a point. She dearly missed her luxurious lifestyle, and it took a few days for the shock to wear off before she could get accustomed to this new way of life. But she was adaptable like that. No use in wasting precious time and energy on nostalgia when you had polar bears and monsters and mosquitos to fight.

“I’m a complex woman, sweetheart,” she said, her tone sassy as she scrutinized her ruined manicure with a slight grimace. There was no point in doing your nails on this island - she had tried, and chipped and broken them almost immediately. Her gaze shifted to the shiny ring on her finger and a feeling of melancholy washed over her for just a moment before she cleared her throat and pushed it down to make way for her usual cockiness.

“I may be high maintenance, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to get down and dirty.” The glint in her eyes as she stared him down suggested a double entendre in her words, carefully picked to make him uncomfortable for her own entertainment. There wasn’t much else to do on this island other than mess with Jon, after all, and he made it so easy. “And for the last time, Snow, I never said I wanted to stay here. But I’m ready to accept my fate now. It beats being heartbroken later because I dared to hope. If we’re rescued, fantastic. If we’re not…” Katherine shrugged. She wouldn’t dare let herself consider any option that would end in despair. She’d felt enough despair to last several lifetimes already - she was very much done with it.

I’m sure my friends and family will fare just fine without me. Those words caught him off guard. Sure he didn’t know her very well from the handful of times they had actually been around each other, all of them with Robb around, but with a person who had her kind of family and lifestyle surely someone would miss her. Robb would. The second he thought that his uncertainty came to a halt. Why did he care whether or not people were missing her? He shouldn’t. He doesn’t. On top of his fiance going missing now his would be best man and brother was missing too. Despite the fact that they were the ones stuck on an almost deserted island, he felt terrible that Robb and the others would have to deal with that.

Jon rolled his eyes when she repeated him mockingly but chose to bite his tongue. All he had to do was finish up there and he wouldn’t have to see her again hopefully for a while. The island was big sure, but it wasn’t that big. He was bound to run into her every now and then, he just preferred those encounters to be few and far in between. Once the first container had finally filled he let out a sight and reached for the other one, stretching out his back a little as he set to filling the second container.

“i’m sure you are, sweetheart.” He couldn’t help but grumble in return. Whe was she still here? Didn’t she have somewhere else far away from him to be? Surely she didn’t want to stick around him any more than he wanted with her. He went back to ignoring her presence again, instead willing the container to fill faster. He’d rather get lost in the jungle than be here around her. When she spoke up again he snorted out loud and shook his head softly. “I don’t doubt that at all.” Jon had to admit, when he first met her he liked her. She kept Robb on his toes and he absolutely loved how she mad Robb squirm. Sure she was a little high maintenance but at least she didn’t glare at him every chance she got. She made his brother and that was enough for him.

Though suffice it to say, he doesn’t think that way about her now, not after seeing her with that prick on the plane, the engagement ring Robb had give her having mysteriously disa- “What the hell is that?” Jon bit out, staring directly at her hand, or rather the ring that sat on her finger. He’d recognize it anywhere. Against his better judgment he had glanced over at her again and that’s when he had seen it, the tiny glint catching his eye. “You’re kidding me right?” Jon dropped the container he was holding and stood up straight before he turned to face her, anger clear on his face, “Take that off. That doesn’t belong to you.” The fact that she would be wearing that now after what she did, and after all that crap she’d said about accepting her fate.

It was obvious that the guy he’d seen her with on the plane didn’t make it after the crash, so seeing her with the ring and wearing it proudly as if she expected she could just go back to being Robb’s fiance - it pissed him off to no end.

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littlelostkittykat:

Katherine couldn’t help but lightly shake her head, a disbelieving laugh echoing in her throat. “You heard what the pilot said, Snow. We were a thousand miles off course. Nobody is coming.” She was still trying to figure out if that was comforting or not. Could she live the rest of her life out on an island, surrounded by idiots, without the glamorous lifestyle she was accustomed to? Well, she would find out.

“But if you want to keep playing pretend out there on the beach, I guess that’s none of my business,” she shrugged, putting the cap back on her water bottle. She cocked her head to the side, a smirk gracing her features. “What? You can’t walk around me? Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

Oh, if only he knew. But she doubted he would even believe her. She looked guilty. Klaus had found her days ago, kept her locked up in his hotel room until she came to a decision. As if she had one. Katherine only looked out for herself, that was true, but she knew Klaus, and she definitely knew her father. Their threat wasn’t a bluff. The Stark family had been kind to her. She wasn’t going to let them suffer a horrible death only to still be hunted by the damn Mikaelson brother anyway. It would be a waste of perfectly good human beings. They were hard to come by - she would know.

So she went with Klaus. It would be temporary until she found a way to kill him herself. And then she would have to kill her father. It would take careful planning, but she could do it, and when it was all over, hopefully Robb would forgive her. She really did care for him, even if they didn’t have that spark or chemistry she once had before. That was a once in a lifetime kind of thing, she suspected. And when she killed Klaus, there was no going back.

“But just for you, I’ll move,” she said with a smug little smile, stepping off to the side so Jon could have a straight shot to the water. “So you’re their water boy now, huh?”

Jon grimaced at her words. Of course he heard what the pilot said. He also remembered the way he hung in the tree, bloodied and battered, after whatever had taken him. Jon had managed to keep his mind off whatever killed the pilot and chased them through the jungle, but now she brought it back up again. They weren’t alone on the island and whoever or whatever was there with them definitely wasn’t friendly. All the more reason not to give up hope, he reasoned. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to just give up. That we’re not going to give up. Don’t you want to go back? To your friends, your family? To-...” He was about to say his brothers name before he caught himself. No he imagined she definitely didn’t want to see him, not like he’d let her anywhere near his family anyway.

“No, you’re right it’s none of your business.” Jon rolled his eyes, growing increasingly impatient. This is why he didn’t want to talk to her, he knew he’d just get pissed off and they had barely been speaking for a few minutes. He just needed to fill up and leave. The less time he spent around her the better. At the back of his mind he knew that Robb would want him to look out for Katherine since she was still technically his fiance, but he didn’t know did he? He didn’t see what Jon saw. But that annoying voice was still there telling him that Robb would appreciate him looking out for her regardless. Fucking Robb. It’s not like she was making it easy for him to do so anyway, but he figured his death glares he’d been sending her every time they locked eyes probably didn’t help.

“So generous.” He muttered under his breath, and moved past her towards the spring, setting one of the large containers down while he moved to fill the other. “I’m whatever they need me to be, Katherine. Water boy just happens to be one of them.” Jon replied, casting his eyes sideways to look at her for a brief moment before he focused on the container that wasn’t even halfway full. “You know, I can’t exactly imagine you wanting to stay here. It’s a far cry from the five star hotels and ridiculously priced sheets you’re probably used to after all.” Why was he making conversation? Just fill up and go, idiot.

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One week in, and Katherine still wasn’t sure how she felt about being stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere. It was a nightmare in many ways - being forced to survive like an animal on crappy, bonfire-roasted food, drinking stream water, bathing in the ocean among the fish, sleeping on sand or grass with the bugs. There was no electricity to plug her curling iron into to fix her frizzy hair. Her makeup melted off her face from the heat shortly after applying it. And her wardrobe of skin tight pants, stiletto heels, and leather jackets didn’t cut it here, so she was forced to rummage through dead people’s luggage to find clothing that she could breathe and move in.

This wasn’t what she had planned for her life. But, at least now she could have her own life. She was trying to make the very best of it. After all, she was a survivor, not just of the plane crash, but of every shitty event the universe had thrown at her in her two and a half decades on this planet. And besides, it wasn’t all that bad. The island was beautiful, and with the new discovery of the caves, she didn’t have to cook like a lobster out in the sun all day anymore. She would let the other survivors do that for her while they waited for a rescue boat that would probably never come. Nobody knew where they were. It cost too much to keep searching for dead people. They would give up eventually. And honestly? Katherine didn’t mind. For the first time in her life, she was free.

There was one little catch, however. Luckily, the other had perished in the crash. Rather painfully, too, much to her extreme delight. But the bastard brother of her betrothed had been on that plane as well, and he had survived. After all the nasty looks Jon threw at her whenever they made eye contact, Katherine kind of wished he hadn’t. Hell, she had been on that plane to save his ass, too. Not that he knew, or would ever know. It wasn’t like he bothered to really speak to her outside of making snide comments and she wasn’t that talkative herself outside of throwing them back.

Still, he was the only person on this island that she knew. She would rather bicker with him than make boring small talk with some stranger. So when she saw him at the caves while filling up her water bottle, she couldn’t help but approach him. “Shouldn’t you be at the beach with the rest of the naive fools who think we’re going to be rescued?“ she asked, cocking a brow at him as she brought her bottle to her mouth for a sip, her judgmental eyes scanning over him in one quick, fluid sweep.

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There was a lot Jon could keep his mind occupied with if he let it. How much work he would have to catch up with once he was back in London, all the meetings he would have to endure just to prove that he was an asset to his family’s company rather than a liability. Instead he thought about the family he missed. His father, while a man of few words loved him and treated him no differently from his other children. He thought of Bran and Rickon who always wanted to hang around him whenever he was in town. He thought of Arya who, like himself, was always trying to prove herself to their family. He even thought of Catelyn and his sister Sansa, he didn’t know what they might think of his disappearance but whatever they felt about him, he missed them as well. His brother Robb, also his best friend, was the one he missed the most even though he was the one he’d seen most recently. Only a week ago in fact.

Robb had been the one that dropped him off at the airport despite the other pressing matters he had to tend to. A crisis with their latest imports for one, his fiance he hadn’t been able to get a hold of the other. Leaving on an airplane was the last thing Jon had wanted, but so long as he was a Stark he had to act like one, and he was the only one free to go check on the trouble their office in LA was having. Of course now all those problems seemed tedious, and he had wished more than anything that for once he’d gone with his heart instead of his head and stayed by Robb’s side. At least then he wouldn’t have ended up stranded on an island in the middle of wherever the hell they were. One in a million they say, chances are one in a million for a plane to fall right out of the sky. Of couse that one had to be one he was on.

Jon was trying to remain optimistic, to have hope. He closed his eyes under the night sky believing that help will come, that they are looking, and when he opened them the next morning, that hope remained. Whether or not he was being foolish didn’t matter to him because that hope was keeping him alive. This wasn’t it. This wouldn’t be the place where he died. And so he helped. Rather than living in fear of the ‘what if’s’ he would take these circumstances day to day believing that one of those days a plane or a boat would find them. That’s why he had chosen to stay on the beach when the group had stumbled across caves large enough for them to stay. It had shelter, a place to collect fresh water, it was definitely warmer inland, but he couldn’t do it. Jon couldn’t camp in with them, not when he still earnestly believed that it was only a matter of time before they were rescued.

Of course, Jon couldn’t deny that part of the reason he wanted to stay away from the caves was because she was there. His brother’s apparently missing fiance. Though initially surprised, Jon would have been happy to see that she’d survived the crash, that she’d come out mostly unscathed. That is he would’ve been happy for the familiar face if he hadn’t seen her earlier on the plane, some smug looking bastard that had his arm wrapped around her. It wasn’t difficult to piece together what kind of relationship they had. Jon had recalled the night before his flight how Robb had told him that he hadn’t heard from Katherine in days, so imagine his surprise when he sees that several rows ahead of him. She was either cheating on Robb or she was skipping out on him, either one he wasn’t very fond of and had intended to confront her as soon as the plane landed.

When the plane had landed, albiet in a few more pieces than anyone would have expected, a feeling of relief did wash over him when he’d saw her gathered around the campfire that first night on the beach, before it gave way to anger and disgust once more. Jon had gone out of his way to avoid her since then, not ready to confront her just yet when survival was the main concern at the moment. He headed out into the jungle with a group whenever they wanted to go hunt or map the island, always offered to find wood for the fires or helped people with their tents, anything to keep him out of the same vicinity as her. Really the only thing he didn’t want to do was fetch water from the caves, if only because he knew that’s where she would be. But since everyone else was busy and they were quickly running out of water he knew he had no choice but to go.

They had tracked in a direct path since they first found the caves so getting there didn’t take him long with containers for the water in tow. The caves were beautiful he had to admit, he could easily see himself staying there but the thought of caving in with them... Jon couldn’t do it. To him it would give way to complacency and then soon acceptance that this was their life now. If he wanted to see his family again, he couldn’t afford that.Just fill the containers and leave. He told himself, no one was telling him to stay after all. Jon had just rounded the corner to where the spring was before he froze in place, seeing who was already there filling up her own bottle. The one person he didn’t want to run into. Jon had already turned around and was about to head back before her voice caught up to him. 

Jon let out a heavy sigh and turned back, Suck it up. People need water. “Having hope doesn’t make you a fool or naive, and I’m just here to get some water. I’ll be out of your way in no time.” He said evenly, barely glancing at her before he walked over to where she was, waiting to get past her and untied the containers from where they hung from his waist. “Are you finished?”

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