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Warming Hearts in Winter

Pairing: Jon Snow x Son Male Reader

Notes: I'm enjoying writing short fics and I think you can tell that I have strong daddy issues with my latest posts. But remember that REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Title: Warming Hearts in Winter

The freezing wind howled outside the walls of Winterfell as Jon Snow and his teenage son stood in the fortress's library. The room was filled with dusty books, and a roaring fireplace cast a comforting warmth over the room. It was one of those nights when winter seemed to want to devour the world, and the interior of the library was a safe haven.

Jon's son, now a serious-looking young man, sat in a leather armchair, his shoulders hunched and an expression of melancholy took his face. His eyes, normally full of curiosity, were dull and sad. He was shivering slightly, the cold having penetrated his soul.

Jon Snow approached and sat next to his son, immediately noticing the sadness that consumed him. With concern in his eyes, he placed a hand on the young man's shoulder.

"What happened, son?" Jon asked, his voice full of concern.

The son looked at his father, his eyes expressing a mix of sadness and vulnerability. "I feel alone, father, and the cold of this winter seems to have lodged itself in my heart."

Jon hugged him, bringing him close to his chest. His father's warmth enveloped the young man, and he broke down, allowing the tears to begin to flow. Jon stroked his son's hair and whispered words of comfort.

"I understand, my love," Jon said, "winter can be unforgiving, and sometimes our own hearts feel cold. But remember, you will never be alone. Our family is your refuge, and here, at Winterfell, you will always find love and warmth."

The young man looked into his father's eyes, finding comfort in the words and in the hug. Jon grabbed a nearby fleece blanket and wrapped it around his son's shoulders, ensuring he felt protected and warm.

As the wind howled outside, father and son shared that moment of warmth and understanding. The fireplace was crackling, and the cold outside seemed to no longer be a threat. The winter might be harsh, but in this refuge in Winterfell, the warmth of love between father and son was more powerful than any cold the season could bring.