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Bedtime Stories by longwhitecoats (Teen & Up)
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire
Characters: Jon Snow, Ned Stark
Length: 2751 words
Author: longwhitecoats
Author Website: longwhitecoats on AO3
Why this must be read: The story of King Laerys and his daughters Rhaegyn, Goneryl, and Cordaelia, as told on a snowy night at Winterfell. I love this kind of intertextual fandom mash-up, and this one works really well, adding depth to both the King Lear story and to the Westeros mythology, and a lovely little slice of Stark homelife to boot. I love the interaction between Ned and Jon, both warm, and slightly uneasy from the unspoken things between them.
This fic is set pre-series, so it contains no spoilers.
Extract: Jon pushed open the door to the library, chilled and shaking and immensely pleased with himself. He came in, closed the door, and began to remove the two roast fowl carcasses that he'd stuffed with rags and stuck on his feet. Then he froze. The smile melted from his face.
Father was sitting in the big chair in front of the library fire, a book in his lap, watching him.
Jon swallowed. He removed the second chicken with all the dignity he could muster, using the rags to wipe off the grease that had kept his feet warm, and padded softly over to the fire.
"Good evening, Father," he said.
Father looked at him. "Jon," he said. "Where did you get those?"
"From the kitchen rubbish, Father," Jon said. "They were going to be thrown out in the morning. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I took them."
There was a long moment while Father stared him down. He could feel the heat of Lord Stark's eyes, and his slow, heavy judgment wheeling about, coming to rest on him. There was no light in the room apart from the fire, and it threw long shadows against the wall, making it seem that Father sat on a throne of darkness. Father's eyes glinted.
Then his face changed from judgment to fondness, and Ned Stark chuckled, closed his book, and put it aside. "Ah, Jon," he said, "you really are the most willful of all the children in this house. Come here, since neither of us can sleep. Tell me what brings you down to the library."
Bedtime Stories
Characters: Jon Snow, Ned Stark
Length: 2751 words
Author: longwhitecoats
Author Website: longwhitecoats on AO3
Why this must be read: The story of King Laerys and his daughters Rhaegyn, Goneryl, and Cordaelia, as told on a snowy night at Winterfell. I love this kind of intertextual fandom mash-up, and this one works really well, adding depth to both the King Lear story and to the Westeros mythology, and a lovely little slice of Stark homelife to boot. I love the interaction between Ned and Jon, both warm, and slightly uneasy from the unspoken things between them.
This fic is set pre-series, so it contains no spoilers.
Extract: Jon pushed open the door to the library, chilled and shaking and immensely pleased with himself. He came in, closed the door, and began to remove the two roast fowl carcasses that he'd stuffed with rags and stuck on his feet. Then he froze. The smile melted from his face.
Father was sitting in the big chair in front of the library fire, a book in his lap, watching him.
Jon swallowed. He removed the second chicken with all the dignity he could muster, using the rags to wipe off the grease that had kept his feet warm, and padded softly over to the fire.
"Good evening, Father," he said.
Father looked at him. "Jon," he said. "Where did you get those?"
"From the kitchen rubbish, Father," Jon said. "They were going to be thrown out in the morning. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I took them."
There was a long moment while Father stared him down. He could feel the heat of Lord Stark's eyes, and his slow, heavy judgment wheeling about, coming to rest on him. There was no light in the room apart from the fire, and it threw long shadows against the wall, making it seem that Father sat on a throne of darkness. Father's eyes glinted.
Then his face changed from judgment to fondness, and Ned Stark chuckled, closed his book, and put it aside. "Ah, Jon," he said, "you really are the most willful of all the children in this house. Come here, since neither of us can sleep. Tell me what brings you down to the library."
Bedtime Stories