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[northernhounds]

Trials of Fatherhood

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“Jon!” Standing at the foot of the stairs, Rhaegar leaned over the bannister as he peered up at the floor above, brows knitted together in frustration. He’d called the lad half an hour ago, and if he didn’t move soon then he was going to be late. When there was still no sign of Jon, nor any hint of movement, Rhaegar heaved a sigh and resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to take some more serious measures.

He deliberately stomped up the stairs as he ascended - briefly remembering how that sound had once terrified a younger Jon and would have had him scurrying from his room within seconds - and threw open the bedroom door without bothering to knock. Jon had lost all rights to that courtesy when he hadn’t gotten up on time. Again. “I warned you.” He muttered, striding to the window - artfully dodging the bundles of clothes, shoes and other teenage debris scattered on his floor - to yank open the curtains.

“Good morning, Jon.” He crossed then to the bed, and swiftly removed the sheets from atop his still slumbering son, already moving to take him by the ankles, ready to yank him from the bed if he had to.

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Bartering With Bastards

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Ramsay could taste the loathing Jon had for him, it radiated from him that strongly, and it settled a burning delight deep within. This will be fun. “A pity. I’d grown quite fond of Lady Sansa.” Jon’s anger bristled beneath the surface, waiting to break free, and all he had to do was poke at the thin ice until Jon snapped. And then, he mused, the real fun would begin.

“Well, if not your sweet, sweet sister...” He stepped around the chair, closing some of the distance between them. “Then who?” He cocked his head to the side, regarding Jon with something akin to innocent curiosity. “If you know how this works, as you say, you know I won’t give up my hostage without one to replace him.”

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Bad Neighbours

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He was lying in wait for him.

It was ridiculously easy, of course. Jon had the same routine every single day - he’d leave for a quick morning run around 6am, return forty-five minutes later where he presumed Jon would then take a shower and dress for work, as he was back out the door by seven-thirty. He’d be home from work almost exactly twelve hours later, sometimes a few minutes earlier or later depending on the day. On weekends he’d be visited by one of his numerous siblings - usually the curly-haired Robb or the youngest sister, Arya - or he’d head out to meet them or one of his idiot friends for drinks. Jon lived a very sad, predictable life.

So it was very easy for Ramsay to be sitting on his doorstep of an evening, just in time to hear Jon dismount from his motorbike on the street below. White teeth flashed in a grin as Ramsay tapped out an idle rhythm on his knee with his fingertips, awaiting the moment Jon came up the stairs and noticed him. For years now they had been neighbours, constantly raging a private war through the thin walls they shared. They had only had brief interactions in passing in the hallway - Ramsay only knew his name because of the useful label above the buzzer for Jon’s apartment (and likely that was the only way Jon knew his, too). 

But now, enough was enough. It was time to face his sworn enemy head on.

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“Did you, lad?” A flash of teeth - a fierce grin that had sent lesser men running with their tails between their legs. “And what do you imagine you saw me doing? Entertain me. It has been a while since I have enjoyed a good tale.” He spared a glance over his shoulder at the rising structures of Winterfell, looming in the night sky, silent shadows. It was just the two of them out here - though he imagined the boy’s wolf was somewhere nearby. 

Truthfully, he felt most uncomfortable this far from the ocean, and his ships. The sooner he could be away from the North and back amongst his familiar storms, the better. Alas, joining a side in a war often required you to make an appearance. The Northmen would have his ships to face the Lannisters when they needed them - and for as long as it served him. His word, however, didn’t seem to stall the whispers and suspicious looks sent his way whenever he passed by. He knew they all thought him mad, and didn’t trust him. Well, that suited him just fine. It meant he was left alone. Usually.

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I’ll Find You

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There had been something about the other man that Ramsay couldn’t get away from. It was the eyes, he told himself - those deep, dark brown eyes that looked at him and seemed to see more than he was, a familiarity within them that was so powerful it was vaguely unsettling. He’d never seen him before, of that he was certain. He’d remembered a pretty face like that. And yet... there was something there that he couldn’t quite place.

They’d locked eyes across the bar, both sitting alone whilst drunken idiots made fools of themselves all around them. Ramsay had given him a nod and a smile, believing them to be sharing in the same exasperation, but the smile had frozen in place when the air around them tensed, as if something important was about to happen. There was a charge, an electric static not unlike the air before a storm, and before Ramsay really noticed what he was doing, he was picking up his drink and making his way around the bar towards him. 

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