janie_tangerine | cowt 12 sett 4-2 M4 (polyamory): worth a kingdom (asoiaf, jon/sam/ygritte/gilly, light r)

It’s not that Jon doesn’t hear the whispers.

He does. And he knows that not everyone in court is happy that his queen is a wildling woman, but they can go fuck themselves – he didn’t even want this job, he hates King’s Landing and if they want him to fucking take his claim or whatever they might as well be happy with his choice of a wife.

Ygritte keeps on saying that he should just let them seethe – it’s not like anyone else is lining up to take his place, are they, and – well. Yes. No one is.

Sam’s father wasn’t likewise very happy to see that his eldest son had become a maester and took a wildling wife after Jon released him from his vows, but fuck him too. Honestly, it was the one good thing of this whole kingship fuckery, and doesn’t he wish every day he really had been Ned Stark’s bastard and not… whoever it seems like he is.

That matters little, though.

He knows people would whisper a lot more if they knew what goes on behind closed doors the moment it’s safe, but then again, he doubts most people at court who would care for it know that when he chose his own rooms, he purposefully picked one that has a tunnel leading to Sam and Gilly’s, as well.

They also have no idea that when Ygritte was recovering from that wound after the battle it was Gilly helping her out with it, and they have no idea that when he died and came back and they all met up again in Winterfell – things happened and he was beyond giving a fuck when it came to anything, inclyding the fact that he had been wanting to kiss Sam since they were patrolling together on the Wall long before they swore their vows.

And so what if when they all have time and it can be arranged either Sam and Gilly slip into his and Ygritte’s room or they go to theirs? He can’t give less of a fuck, and having all three of them curled around him when they sleep or taking turns fucking him when they’re not on a good bed is quite literally the only thing he doesn’t loathe about this entire situation, and so what if every time when they’re all sleeping except for him and he’s breathing air that is too warm for his own tastes and has Sam’s arm around his waist and his head is on Ygritte’s chest and Gilly’s feet are hooked around his from where she’s curled up behind Sam he wonders, I could just give this whole mummer’s farce up, maybe go beyond the Wall with the three of them or stay in Winterfell but without anyone else knowing, and he knows he can’t do it now.

He can’t do it before he fixes this stupid kingdom as much as possible, as much as he loathes having to do it.

But after all, his father didn’t teach him to skirm his duties, and so he will, but –

But maybe one day he could, he thinks, and he always goes to sleep feeling the three of them warming him up, he always has been cold since he came back to life, and fuck what anyone else would presume.

He thinks they earned the right to be beyond caring, by now.

End.