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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.

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You’re Great at This

Originally posted by obrienimagines

Requested by Anon.

Request: Hi!! love your writing!! could you do one with stiles? where him and the reader have a newborn and just super fluffy please ❤❤             


“What are you so worried about? You’re doing just fine. Just support her head.” I told my husband, Stiles. 

“But she’s so delicate. What if I break her?” 

“You’re not going to break her. You’re doing just fine.” I repeated.

I watched as he held our newborn daughter. We had just brought her home, and it’s not like this is the first time he’s held her, so I can’t find out what the big deal is. 

“Stiles, honey. What’s wrong?” I ask.

“It’s nothing.” He replies, looking at our daughter. 

“It’s something. You can tell me.” 

“What if I’m not a great dad? What if she grows up to hate me? What if I screw something up? What if I drop her?” At the last question, he holds her closer to his chest. 

“You’re not going to drop her. Stiles, I don‘t see why she would hate you. You’re great at this.”

“I know, I just don’t want to mess this up.” He replies, setting her in her crib. 

I wrap my arms around him and he wraps his around me. “You’re not going to screw this up, Stiles.” 

He looks down at me and gives me a peck on the lips. “ I hope you’re right.”

“I know I’m right. Come on. I‘m tired and I don’t know how long it’s gonna be until she wakes back up.” I grab his hand and pull him towards the bed. We lay down, and I fall asleep in his arms. 

My Little Princess (Ch.11)

Also: FF.net

Chapter 11

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Killian raised one eyebrow in disbelief as the words slowly came out of his mouth. “Are you telling me that the child that is in the other room with your mother is my daughter?” And then, he twirled his finger between them. “Our daughter?.”

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