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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Oberyn_Martell/Jon_Snow, Jon_Snow/Robb_Stark, Jon_Snow/Jon_"The_Smalljon"
      Umber
  Character:
      Ned_Stark, Jon_Snow, Robb_Stark, Theon_Greyjoy, Catelyn_Tully_Stark, Jon
      "The_Smalljon"_Umber, Oberyn_Martell
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-01 Updated: 2017-07-02 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3019
****** The loved, the lost and the beautiful ******
by Jt4k9
Summary
     Everyone loves Jon, but Jon falls for only one.
     There is passion, there is love, there is loss, hatred and pain.
     The game of thrones may take a different turn, but stays the same in
     the end.
Notes
     Ahhh falling in love with the pairing!!!!
     Tags will be added as they come
***** Chapter 1 *****
Oberyn
Word had reached him during a visit to Starfall, of all places in Dorne news of
the family Dayne traveled fastest to their home.. the servants allways eager to
gossip about the lord and his kin.
This time an old rumor returned with a vengeance thanks to a merchant returning
from the cold north. White Harbor, and by default often Wintertell, were often
frequented by people from all around the Seven Kingdoms, as especially at a
time the maesters of the citadel in Oldtown began to whisper about the long
winter ahead, the North bought mountains of food to stack away for the cold
years to come.
Among those foods were also the most favored among wines the Dornish Red and
all kinds of dried fruits that would survive the travels up north, a good
business for Dorne and a good source of food for the north.

The laughs bubbling up at the lower tables brought him back to his original
musings. Upon the return of a merchant the smallfolk began to talk of nothing
else than the beauty of Winterfell. The black curls, red and full lips and dark
violet eyes gracing the young supposedly unearthly beautiful face of the
bastard child of lord Eddard Stark. 
Oberyn chuckled as he thought of the child that was rumored to be the son of
the beautiful Ashara, a daughter of house Dayne, that drew the attention
attention of every man and woman who laid eyes upon it. If the merchant was to
be believed the child of allmost four and ten moved with a grace that not even
its mother could name her own and must surely be a gift by the gods
themeselves.
With a scrowl the fat man had declared that the only person not in love with
Asharas bastard was that Tully lady of Lord Stark.
With he high praise the merchant was dealing out it was only a question of time
until word, of the Winter Rose, sitting up North ripe for the plucking,would
reach every remote corner of the seven kingdoms. A smile graced Oberyns lips as
he thought of the source of all the talk making its way through Dorne. While
not a fan of the Lord of Winterfell he did respect the man, but he was still
amused thinking about an annoyed and worried Ned Stark fending of travelers and
lords coming under false pretense to gawk at his child, his bastard child, his
very male bastard child.
It must surely have been a shock, for the northman that his son would draw this
much attention, while they were in certain ways often not as prudish as the
other five kingdoms north of Dorne, they weren't Dorne. Lord Stark would surely
be suffering right now and while the thought of being able to watch high and
mighty Lord Stark fighting to preserve his bastards virtue, amused him, Oberyn
found himself wondering whether the rumors of the boy were exaggerated or true.

The merchant had explained that the warden of the north had been aware of the
reason why so many people had started to frequent the castle in the last
several month, and while he had tried to keep the boy out of sight of everyone
interested in meeting him it only worked for so long until he couldn't hide him
away anymore and the boy was often seen training in the courtyard with his
older brother, the heir to the castle.
The sight had attracted many spectators and even more offers to foster the boy
at their castle away from Winterfell, because surely it would be better to
raise the boy away from Lady Catelyn, since the boys presence was surely an
insult. After an anraged fist being pounded into the table at which the Stark
family dined the topic was laid to rest with a steady glare of everyone who
dared utter the boys name afterwards.
The fat man in front of him still entertaining him with his retelling of the
story stopped for a short while to give oberyn time to compose himself. The
people at the feast, seemed to enjoy the tales as much as he did, since
laughing at the expanse of those who were enemies during the rebellion was
still considered normal and not improper at least when it came to the second
prince of Dorne and at the same time the folks pride at a Dornish boy causing
such a stir showed on all their faces.

Even lord Daynes face was graced with a small smile, even though both men were
quiet aware of the fact that the boy could not possibly be Asharas son, but
with such powers of seduction they were at least sure that the boy was a son of
Dorne.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Ned Stark
This must have been the tenth this month. The tenth visit from one of his
bannermen, their sons and daughters. He did have about enough of Lords subtly
pointing out his eldest to their daughters and everyone else including
themeselves not so sublty staring at his other eldest child.
He had wanted to refuse the Lords after the second incident of a drunken lord
making lewd comments about the heat of dornish blood that were surely ment for
his son, but after years of not inviting his lords he could not decline his
bannermens quests to visit Winterfell, and visiting they did!
Their wine cellars had never been so dry and their food store while being
continuously stocked were deminishing as fast as they could be filled. More
than not had his wife come complaining to him about the costs of the lords
stays and while he could have suffered the loss of gold with dignity, the
glances that were thrown at his son served as blows.
Sure he had expected for the lords to shove their daughters at Robb since he
was the best match up north and every house wished to establish close ties with
the Starks, he had expected that they would shove their oldest sons right in
front of Sansa and the younger ones at Aria, but what he hadnt seen coming was
one Smalljon Umber slinging his arms around his son Jon and leaning close to
his son to whisper in his ears of some dirty tale or another of vistis to
brothels while subtly stroking his hand over his sons stomach.
Those actions hab turned his son a deep shade of red and for a moment he had
worried that his boy was suffocating until Robb had pulled him away from the
Umber boy and dragged him to his table, which was once not the high table since
the lords had insisted on letting the children bond over ale and food.
The worst thing was while he seemed to be shocked at the actions transpierring
in front of him, no one else seemed to share his thoughts. Catelyn unaware of
the implications that lay hidden in the glances of the men surrounding his son
was only mad at his bastard steeling the attention from his true born children,
Lord Umber was careful not to meet his gaze but didnt call his son out on his
actions either and Jon was surprisingly unaware of the wanton glances send his
way and seemed to revel innocently in the attention directed at him, thinking
the young men were accepting him into their group. His eldest on the other hand
seemed to have undestood the implications behind the touches and looks his
brother was gaining very well and made sure to stick close to his side for the
rest of the evening.
Ned sighed and raised the goblet to his lips and let the taste of the wine calm
his nerves. He led the laughter and voices of the others fade and leaned back
in his chair. "Lord Stark?".... " Lord Stark?" Ned opened his eyes and turned
to his left to find Maester Luwin standing next to him, holding a letter in his
outstretched hand towards him, bearing the sigil of house Martell. Ned couldnt
quiet tare his eyes away nor just grab the letter, for a moment he simply
stared on in disbelief. When he finally took the letter out of the maesters
hand a feeling of dred encompassed his entire being as he stared at the sun
pierced by a spare.
Another one . Another letter from another house.
All had bared variations of the same message these past month, but never had
pne reached him from the south, until now.
 
 
Jon
Jon had been enjoying himself immensely these past few months, while the
bannermen had visited Winterfell together before that had been years ago when
the Greyjoy Rebellion had started, now more and more Lords had come to visit.
While he had been excluded from most of the meals at the beginning, when the
Umbers, Karstarks, Mormonts and Cerwyns arrived the Smalljon had insisted he
join them at the feast after he had acompanied him and the other sons of Lord
Starks bannermen on their hunt.
Allmost all of them had included him in their festivities, with the exception
of Theon Greyjoy who had made comments of bastards being no good with any
weapon but a knife they could step you in the back with. Robb had made him shut
up after that with the loud support of the Umber men who were currently singing
of dornish women and hollering loud enough to drown out most of the
conversation in the hall.
"How about we leave this place and go to bed Jon, Ser Rodrick wont cut us any
slack tomorrow just because we decided to get drunk this evening?" It was Robb
who had spoken and who was now staring at him expectingly . And while Jon was
quiet unwilling to leave jet he did not have the feeling that it was his place
to deny his trueborn brothers request. With a kurt nod he stood with his
brother, who was , ever the more vocal one of the two, making languished
explanations for them leaving early, or at least earlier than the last couple
of heavy drinking guests.
While Robb was busy drinking the last bit of his ale he shared a smile with the
rest of the young lords and ladies at the table and then turned to the high
table to take his leave. As he approached the table all eyes turned to him.
Slightly bowing "Lord Stark, Robb and I would request your leave." "Such a
polite one you are, little one, I bet you would love the Umber lands." Snorting
loudly and allmost spitting his beer all over the table Lord Karstark turned to
the Umber then; " Do you even know what the word means Jon, no, no, a little,
docil one like him would do better in Karhorld."
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his father turning a particular
shade of red. " Or maybe Bear Island, away from leecherous Lords?" Lady Mormont
pointed out with raised eyebrows. As Lord Umber was opening his mouth Lord
Stark punded his fist on the table in an unlikely display for loss of control
"Enough!!!" His fathers voice had turned allmost desperate. Then quickly his
father turned to him, only smiled saying "then have a good night Jon, Ser
Rodrick expects only the best of you tomorrow."
Jon understood nothing.
"Yes me lord" with a last respectful glance he turned to his brother, half-
brother he corrected himself, who was by now standing at the door.
"Come on Jon I do not wish to grow roots!"
While normally not sharing a chamber, with all the visitors present Jon had to
move into his brothers much bigger rooms in the family wing. He counted himself
one of the lucky ones since Theon was made to share with Smalljon Umber who
after Theons accounts not only snored with the ferocity of a bear, but smelled
like one as well. He thought Theons complains had less to do with the snoring
and more with this making it impossible to invite whores and other girls into
his room.
"And how did you like today Jon?" "it was nice." His brother looked at him in a
weird way "nothing bothered you?" Confused he looked a Robb "No, why would
anything have bothered me?"
Robb blushed with ferocity then "ahh, nothing out of the ordinary, but the men
seemed quiet taken with you, did they not."
A seldom big smile graced Jons face at those words "Are you jealous of me?" He
teased and Robb laughed uncomfortably
"something like that."
By then they had reached Robbs chambers and continued to step in. He pushed his
clothes of so that he only stood in his small clothes while his brother was
stiring up the flames in the fire place for the night.
"Dont you have people to do that for you?" With a mocking bow he added "My
Lord" Robb turned around at that, laughing and running for his brother. With an
undignified squeak, which he will deny ever having made, Robb wresseled him
down onto the mattress until he was on top of him and had him pinned. After
only little exercise his brother was breathing heavily and staring steadily
into his eyes, Robbs being darker than usual. They had done this a thousand
times but this time everything seemed to be different, his brother more tense
and at the same time less willing to let him go.
Finally Robb seemed to compose himself and rolled of him and began to also
ready for bed.
 
 
Robb Stark
Everything seemed to have changed these past couple of years. He started
notecing different things, like his brother.
Sure he had known that while he was considered handsome, his brother was
considered beautiful. With raven hair, moonlight skin, dark eyes and full lips,
but he would not have thought that his brothers looks would have effected him
so.
He could not stop himself from rubbing his lower half against his allmost fully
exposed brother, once , twice, under the pretense of adjusting his grip on the
slender wrists he held atop his brothers head. The small happy smile his
brother through at him was like cold water.
While he was pretty sure that his brother had matured at the same time as he
himself had, the innocent look he through at him, was enough to tell him that
he was the only one of the two of them with such thoughts.
Disgusted with himself he rolled of his brother and turned his back on him.
"What is wrong Robb? You have been so different these past months." If that was
even possible he stiffened further. "Nothing is different."
He said while throwing a glance at Jon, who had turned onto his side to be able
to look at him better and was now buried under a mountain of fures, he turned
back again to unbutton his shirt. After he had gotten rid of that as well as
his pants, blew out the last of the candles, he moved under the fures as well
and faced away from his brother. Only a short while later a tentative hand
crept to his side. He shuddered at the touch but turned to face his brother who
was looking at him with a somber look and an adorable pout.
Sighing he krept closer to his little brother to pull him into his arms. Jon
stiffened at those actions but relaxed after a short while. It felt so right to
lay his arms around his little brother, to carass his skin and grip him
tightly, he angeled his hip away from jon so he would not feel his growing
hardness. His brother did not need to know his sinful thoughts, but he could
not help himself and pull his brother even closer. By the gods he could not
help himself. Jons breath had by that time evened out, fully content in his
brothers warm embrace.
Robb had no such luck, he lay awake for allmost the entire night and as he
woke, he was the first one to do so, his penis uncomfortably hard again between
his legs. Cursing himself Robb lay on his bed with Jon head on his shoulders.
Slowly he reached down between his legs and under his small clothes and gripped
his cock in a tight grip. Letting out a shuddering breath he turned his head so
he could breath in his brothers smell and spread the precome that had gathered
at the tip of his lengh so he could move his hand easier. For a while he kept
moving his hand up and down until the knowledge of the one he desired so in his
arms overwhelmed him much faster than would have normally been the case. He
thought of Jons warm thrick lips around his crock and the boy staring up at him
with those innocent eyes hidden behind thick eyelashes.
He gripped Jons hair with his other hand, not enough to wake him but enough to
feel the silky texture. In his imagination both of his hands were gripping his
brothers head, one tangeled in his hair, the oher gripping his jaw as he fucked
his face. He came with a low moan and a full body shudder into his hand.
Careful not to wake his brother he extracted himfelf to wash of his hands and
get rid of the spoiled chothes.
He should not have bothered for Jon seemed to be a deep sleeper with the help
of ale. After he had cleaned up and dressed he looked at the boy sleeping in
his bed, how much easier his life could be if his brother wasn't his brother
and if he weren't male. Robb, scolded himself for the thoughts in his head for
they were unfair towards his little sibling, he walked back to the bed to wake
his brother for training.
It was still early, the sun barely risen, but soon the castle would be bustling
with activity and they would be expected in the courtyard.
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