to death’s door. - jon snow x baratheon!reader (2)
requested by: @witch-of-letters
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.
this is part two of the request.. here’s part one. masterlist.
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After a fresh set of clothes and cleaning yourself up, you rejoin Jon, who held out a bowl of soup and a piece of bread for you. He smiled softly, watching you sit and take his offerings with a quiet ‘thank you’. With all your manners forgotten, you devoured the food. A sigh of content left you as you looked back at him, his quirked brow and a grin on his face showing his amusement. You shyly smiled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and eating a little bit more proper.
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“Your hair.. it’s longer now.” He stated, his dark mocha brown eyes staying trained on you as he watched you tentatively eat. He decided he should look away before it got creepy. You placed the bowl in your lap, turning your head to watch Jon take a sip from him flask. The curly headed man saw you out of the corner of his eye and offered some to you. You took it and took a gulp, immediately regretting it as your face screwed up at the taste. He chuckled at your reaction. “I was sorry to hear about your father’s death.. and Robb’s.”
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“And I about yours.” An awkward silence filled the room, what should you two talk about? It was odd being in his prescence after so long of being apart, what was even he thinking? “How does a bastard become Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch?” You inquired curiously.
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“Made the right choices, I suppose.” While he spoke, he looked down at his fingers with his shoulders moving up and down in a shrug. You casted a silent look at Jon, quietly observing his features as he stared into the fire. His hair was longer than you last remembered, so was his beard, and his face aged well. He was no longer than soft, innocent boy you loved. “How did Queen in the North—”
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The door that enclosed the room suddenly burst open, showcasing a young boy who glanced between you apologetically. He slightly bowed his head to you.
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“M’lady.. Lord Commander. It’s one of the wildlings you brought back.. says he knows your uncle Benjen and says he’s still alive.” The air in the room you were in turned ice cold, a sort of tension lingering in the air. Jon stood up abruptly, his brows furrowed.
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When Jon inquired about his uncle, the boy nodded, “Said he was first ranger.. said he knows where to find him.” Jon looked at you, the glint of hopefulness sparkling in his eye. You smiled kindly at him, nodding and ushering him to go. He quickly left without another word. When Jon turned the corner, the boy looked at you with with distraught before turning the corner to follow him.
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The room suddenly felt empty, you gaze surveying his room and finding no Ghost or Grey Wind. How peculiar. You stood up, taking another sip from Jon’s flask before moving towards the fire, grabbing the iron rod and poking at it. Footsteps echoed in the hall, causing you to spare a glance towards Jon’s quarter entrance. A man stood there, glaring at you with a cold gaze.
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“Jon should be down in the courtyard,” you directed, your hand pointing to where Jon left. The man didn’t move, but instead, he took a step into the room and closed the door, unsheathing a knife and rapidly moving towards you. Fearing for what might come next, you armed yourself with the rod you were holding and jabbed at him profusely. He grabbed the end, tearing it away from your grasp and stabbing you in the abdomen.
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“Long live the queen.” He whispered, the taunt and the blow causing shock to radiate through you, your ears beginning to thud loudly, the sound mimicking your heart beat. He pulled out the knife, blood beginning to ooze out of the wound before he stabbed you once more, prompting you to release a quiet cry of pain. You fell to your knees, your hands flailing as your body swayed back into the cold ground. He wiped your blood on your sleeve before tucking tail and running.
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The break of dawn slowly approached and the bowls of Grey Wind and Ghost only grew louder as moments passed. A conversation about Queen Regent (Y/N) was heard outside Jon’s quarters. The pair of soldiers knocked, but when their knocks were met with silence, they quickly became annoyed. Kevan and Rodrik hastily opened the door, a gasp of shock leaving them as they took in the brutal scene. More footsteps prompted the two soldiers to unsheathe their swords, holding it at the ready.
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They were met by a group of watchers holding Jon’s lifeless body. The group all worked together to place both (Y/N) and Jon on two separate tables. Silence filled the room as they all tried to make sense of what happened. Out of anger, Edd slammed his fists on the table, causing the whole room to seemingly shake.
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“Get the wolves.. we’re gonna need all the help we can get.”
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The room was soon filled with three new members, Grey Wind, Ghost, and Melisandre. The group within watched her do her ceremony, turning their back on (Y/N) as her chest was stripped down to preserve her dignity. They watched in silence as she cleaned up both bodies, cut both your hair, and wet it both. She stood in the middle ground, a hand placed on each chest as she continued her chant.
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Tormund got increasingly irritated when Jon didn’t awaken, storming out of the room and being followed by the others. Ser Davos stood for a moment before leaving the private quarters. Moments passed before Jon gasped for air, labored breaths leaving him as he tentatively looked around the room. His gaze landed on you and he felt his heart break in two. Jon was soon filled with fear when you suddenly sat up abruptly, your hands clutching at your chest with silent, quick breaths causing your sides to rapidly rise and fall. You turned your gaze wandered to his abdomen and you took note of his cauterized stab wounds.
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You looked up at him, immediately moving to cover yourself and he did the same thing, except not as gracefully. He fell off the table and onto the floor, causing Ser Davos to re-enter the room. The knight looked between you two with astonishment, quickly discarding his cape and giving it to Jon. The three of you sat in silence, you and Jon fighting to regain your breath. “I- I guess I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll grab you both some clothes.”
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The door closed and you and Jon were met with silence once again. You slid off the table, cautiously moving around and staring at him. You sat beside him, carefully moving so your torso didn’t hurt as much. You offered him a pitiful smile, to which he didn’t return. His dad gaze looked at you longingly, his cold hand grabbing yours.
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“(Y/N), now that I know that I can die at any moment.. I want you to know I am in love with you.” He stated, his voice full of nervousness. Jon tore his gaze away from you, his thumb tracing small circles into your hand. “I wanted to tell you the day I left for the Night’s Watch, but my father told me you’d be marrying Robb. I knew eventually you’d fall in love with him.. so I didn’t try.”
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You opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted you, “All those years I waited.. and I’m sorry to tell you now—” Your lips crashed against his, muffling his words and silencing him. He was stiff against your touch, but he soon melted into your kiss. You pulled away slightly, a small smile raising the corners of your lips.
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“You talk too much Jon, otherwise you would’ve heard me tell you.. that I love you too.” You told him, watching a pained grin grace his lips. He learned forward, his brows furrowing slightly in pain before he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. Beside you, you heard a low growl emit from Grey Wind. Jon pulled away from you and looked at Robb’s direwolf with a sheepish grin. “He won’t bite.” You teased.
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He chuckled before you slightly pushed Grey Wind away, prompting the dark hued direwolf to move away and bug Ghost. You turned your attention back to the ebony haired man in front of you, grinning joyfully before leaning in to capture his lips into another kiss.
