A/N: This is probably the only thing I’ll ever write that aligns with Infinity War. It’s short.
I also wrote this incorporating a lot of my own experiences, and if anyone experiences the same, I’d LOVE to know how it is for you.
Also! A visit from someone I haven’t written for yet.
This reader could really be anyone. If you enjoy my writing, please reblog it.
CW: Infinity War Spoilers
It had been happening intermittently all of your life, but it really kicked in in college. You’d thought little of it until then.
As a child, your babysitter called you an old soul. Your grandmother coined you an indigo child. Your mother listened to you babble on about your dreams each night, a knowing smile on her face. All of these women had “it” too. Whatever it was.
Brandon’s perception had left you meek for a few more hours, stunned that the stoic and honorable Stark had been bold enough to kiss the daughter of the Mad King, and to oust you for your ambition in the privacy of his chambers. And afterwards, the way he smiled, as though the two of you shared some grand secret, in full confidence that you wouldn’t rush to tell anyone.
Brandon had left you wanting after him like a lovesick teenager.
Besides your private panic, the preparation for the wedding continued, the Starks reluctantly agreeing to the union at the insistence of the King, and the promise of a new alliance between the two was enticing, to say the least.
Brandon had not since spoken to you, but he always gave you that smile, the one from his chambers, when no one else could see.
It was infuriatingly effective.
That was how you ended up in those same chambers, just past the stroke of midnight, dressed in nightclothes far from appropriate, doing your best to keep your posture relaxed as you heard him approaching.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested: “how about one where Jon Snow has a twin that he leaves behind when he goes to the wall?”
Warnings: incestuous behavior, some cursing
Old wives’ tales stated that twins were two halves of one soul, split forever between the two bodies, never allowing one to be complete without the other.
This was certainly true in regards to you and Jon.
You trusted him completely, consulting him on everything from the colored ribbons in your hair to your indifference towards the King.
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