Jon is Brandon’s Bastard AU Part 2
Part two in which there is more Ned, some Cat, and a brief glimpse into Jon.
Jon x Sansa, Ned x Cat, Benjen x adorable confusion, Jon x pining, all my otps.
Sometimes Ned wasn’t sure he’d made the right choices. He’d been so close to claiming his nephew; had chosen the words, the phrases, had repeated them over and over in his head. It took one look at his lovely wife, pale and drawn, standing in the courtyard of Winterfell with their son in her arms, and he couldn’t say them.
Maybe things would have been better, he knew it had brought Cat pain to think her once betrothed had laid with another soon before they would have been wed. But he knew that it would pain her infinitely more to think it his, and to have to face a husband, wed and vowed, that had done so. And he was selfish. He saw the pain of such a deception stretching on and on into a future where even if they loved each other, there would always be a breach, whose name was Jon.
So Jon became Brandon’s son, but he acted like Ned’s. He was quiet, calm, and had a tender hand. Ned worried once that the North may have been growing almost suspicious, for Jon was so like him, despite how ridiculous the very idea of honourable Ned Stark having a bastard would be.
Things changed when Jon and Robb started to leave boyhood.
Both were strong fighters, with Robb and his bulky building holding a lance as finely as any jumped up southern knight, and Jon with his broad shoulders and trim waist handling a sword with precision and grace. But Jon showed an edge in the ring that could never have come from Ned. He did not show it against his brother, and he did not use it against any of the younger boys training in the yard. But when Theon crowded Sansa against a wall, or slid a hand a touch too low; when a Karstark teen compared Arya unfavourably to her sister- then there was no trouble believing that Jon Snow could be Brandon Starks son. There was a fury there, and it blew hot, and it blew cold, and it rivalled Brandon at his most incandescent.
Even Benjen, when he came down from the Wall, had remarked on it upon seeing Jon thrashing Theon over a crude comment overheard at the supper table.