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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin, game_of_thrones
  Relationship:
      Catelyn_Stark/Ned_Stark, Robert_Baratheon/Cersei_Lannister, Cersei
      Lannister/Jaime_Lannister, Jon_Snow/Ygritte, Talisa_Maegyr/Robb_Stark,
      Joffrey_Baratheon/Sansa_Stark, Sandor_Clegane/Sansa_Stark, Petyr_Baelish/
      Sansa_Stark, Petyr_Baelish/Lysa_Tully_Arryn, Renly_Baratheon/Margaery
      Tyrell, Renly_Baratheon/Loras_Tyrell, Khal_Drogo/Daenerys_Targaryen, Arya
      Stark/Gendry_Waters, Tyrion_Lannister/Shae, Daario_Naharis/Daenerys
      Targaryen, Jorah_Mormont/Daenerys_Targaryen, Melisandre_of_Asshai/Stannis
      Baratheon
  Character:
      Catelyn_Tully_Stark, Ned_Stark, Robert_Baratheon, Cersei_Lannister, Jaime
      Lannister, Jon_Snow, Ygritte, Talisa_Maegyr, Robb_Stark, Joffrey
      Baratheon, Sansa_Stark, Sandor_Clegane, Petyr_Baelish, Lysa_Tully_Arryn,
      Renly_Baratheon, Margaery_Tyrell, Loras_Tyrell, Khal_Drogo, Daenerys
      Targaryen, Arya_Stark, Gendry_Waters, Bran_Stark, Rickon_Stark, Meera
      Reed, Jojen_Reed, Theon_Greyjoy, Roose_Bolton, Ramsay_Bolton, Ghost_
      (ASoIaF), Podrick_Payne, Brienne_of_Tarth, Tyrion_Lannister, Shae_
      (ASoIaF), Tywin_Lannister, Olenna_Tyrell, Viserys_Targaryen, Jorah
      Mormont, Barristan_Selmy, Varys_(ASoIaF), Melisandre_of_Asshai, Stannis
      Baratheon, Davos_Seaworth, Missandei_(ASoIaF)
  Additional Tags:
      Drama, Family, Family_Drama, Feels, Crimes_&_Criminals, Organized_Crime,
      Domestic_Violence, Violence, Canon-Typical_Violence, Murder, mafia,
      Execution, Some_Canon_Death, Humor, Alternate_Universe, Alternate
      Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, College,
      High_School, relationships, Smut, Fluff, Shameless_Smut, Gay_Sex, Gay
      Male_Character, Canon_Gay_Character, Depression, Self_Harm, Implied/
      Referenced_Suicide, Implied/Referenced_Self-Harm, Homophobia, Homophobic
      Language, Internalized_Homophobia, Suicide_Attempt, Sad, Age_Difference,
      Coming_of_Age
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-12 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2548
****** A Song of Bullets and Blood ******
by BorderlineHappy
Summary
     Crime Family AU: New York is headed by the Baratheon family, strongly
     supported by the Stark family. With Ned Stark as Robert Baratheon's
     second in command, unrest begins to stir throughout the various
     families concerning the strange things surrounding Jon Arryn's death,
     Robert's former second in command. Rivalries for power arise in the
     families, quickly causing unrest and straining already uneasy
     relationships between the many families.
     AKA Game of Thrones with crime families and craziness.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"It's a duty that the head of the family must carry out." His father's words
echoed in Robb's head as he sat there in the car with more than a thousand
knots tied in his stomach. It was no secret what happened to traitors. Hell,
Bran was ten and he knew what happened to people who turned against the family.
Robb had seen his father walk in through the front door after a 'late night at
work', his shoulders slumped over and nary a word leaving his mouth. He'd known
of it since he was a child, but this time he was the one holding the gun. This
time he was the one pulling the trigger. His father told Robb that he was a man
now, that he was 18, he had to learn how to pull the trigger and do what needed
to be done. He'd been preparing for this moment for so long, the day that he'd
make his father proud. So why did he feel so nervous? Why did his hands shake
as he tried to light his cigarette, finally giving up and throwing the lighter
to the floor of his Mercedes in frustration. Robb gripped the steering wheel so
hard his knuckles went white. He rested his forehead against the steering
wheel, taking deep breaths to steady him.
I am not afraid
He thought this aloud to himself over and over again as he grabbed his nine
mill from the glovebox, the beautifully kept weapon with a direwolf etched into
the handle, the weapon that had never been fired since Robb had gotten it at
16. He double checked the clip to make sure he had a full round in it before he
turned the safety on and tucked it into the back waistband of his pants. He
took another deep breath, willing his hands to stop shaking. 
"I am not afraid."
He had to say it aloud this time to help it stick a little more.
Robb felt like he was walking underwater as he went into the abandoned
warehouse. His chest was tight and his heart beat thumping in his ears. He saw
the man he was going to kill with his hands handcuffed behind his back, on his
knees and trembling. He looked so scared, but he wasn't begging for his life.
He was dead silent. He saw his father and Theon Greyjoy waiting for him beside
the man. Robb approached his father, hoping to appear fearless, even if he felt
like a scared little boy once more. His father slowly nodded towards Robb, a
grave expression on his face as he looked towards the condemned man. 
"Will... We know of how you betrayed us, how you ran when others in the family
needed you most, how you left them to be killed. It has been decided that you
shall face death to compensate for the deaths of three good men." Ned Stark's
voice was deep and serious, and the man began to shake harder and sniffle
pathetically. Robb slowly pulled his nine millimeter out and cocked it back,
taking a deep breath. His father reached out and placed an encouraging hand on
Robb's shoulder. It was just for a second, but it felt like his shoulder was on
fire even after his father dropped his hand. The gun felt like it weighed a
thousand pounds in Robb's hand, his arm numb. He was barely able to walk
towards the man that he was to kill. Robb had seen dead bodies before, but
there was a difference between seeing a dead body, and being the cause of a
dead body. He'd seen his father execute men before. He was always so fearless,
his hand steady, eyes sad, but firm. Robb was just a scared kid, skin pale and
hands clammy and shaky. Robb looked down upon the trembling man on his knees
and slowly brought the gun up to press the barrel against the man's head. It
was like the world stopped the moment Robb put his finger on the trigger. He
knew his father was watching, could feel Theon's eyes on him as well. Time was
dragging by so slowly now, Robb knew he only had a few seconds to pull the
trigger before his father would step in, but he knew that once he crossed this
line there'd be no going back. He refused to think about it a second longer and
squeezed down on the trigger, sending a bullet through the man's brain. Just
like that, the man who had been breathing and sniveling just a second ago now
lay motionless and dead at Robb's face. How fragile life truly was.
                                    ~*~*~*~
"Does it get easier?" Robb suddenly as he cruised down the street towards their
home. Theon had been left behind to clean up the body as usual. Robb was
praying his father said yes, prayed that he'd stop feeling like this whenever
it came down to taking a life. Ned Stark was silent for a long moment, his worn
face grave and serious as he looked over at his eldest son.
"It doesn't. You just get better at pretending." 
                                    ~*~*~*~
Jon watched his brother pull up the driveway with their father in the car. Jon
was seated on the front steps with a cigarette between his fingers, wearing his
normal solemn face. Jon was just a year younger than his brother, still a
senior in high school. Robb instantly knew there was something wrong. Jon only
ever smoked when he was stressed. Robb parked the car and got out, nodding to
his father who went into the house with a quiet hello to Jon. Robb pulled his
own pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, Marlboro's, and went to sit beside
Jon on the front porch. Jon glanced over at Robb and saw his bloodshot face, a
look of sympathy in his eyes. He knew what Robb had been forced to do today. It
made Jon's problems seem small in comparison. The two sat in silence for
awhile, Robb lighting his cig and taking long drags off it to soothe his frayed
nerves. "So what's wrong?" Robb asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Jon
stayed quiet for a moment, flicking ash off the end of his cigarette and
watching it fall like snow onto the front steps.
"Fight with Catelyn." He informed his half-brother curtly, a look of
understanding passing through Robb's dark eyes as he slowly nodded.
"What about?"
"What do you think? She wants me out as soon as I graduate this year." Jon
sounded calm, but Robb knew him better than that. Jon was skilled at putting up
a front, pretending like Robb's mother didn't bother him. But Catelyn had never
been close to Jon. Understandably, what woman would openly accept a child that
her husband had brought home after a 'business trip'. Catelyn took any and
every opportunity to remind Jon that he wasn't part of the family, that he'd
never be as good as the other children. It didn't help that their father never
spoke up to defend him, just frowning at Catelyn and giving her a little shake
of his head.
"Yeah, sorry about her. She's always been... well, vindictive is putting it
nicely." Robb laughed, even Jon cracking a little smile. Robb and Jon weren't
the closest, but they'd gotten closer over the years. As children and pre-
teens, the two had often butted heads before Robb stopped listening to his
mother rag on Jon constantly and actually gave him a chance. Jon was a hard
worker, had nearly perfect grades, and more of an artistic streak than any of
the Stark children had. Jon sighed and ashed his cigarette out.
"I know. It's just been driving me crazy lately." He shrugged. Robb opened his
mouth to tell Jon to just ignore it when the door opened, and their younger
sister, Sansa stepped out onto the porch. The delicate redhead wrinkled her
nose when she smelled the cigarette smoke, frowning at Jon.
"Jon, Mother wants you to come help set the table." She said snippily. Jon
sighed heavily and picked up his pack of cigarettes.
"Tell her I'll be inside in a minute." He told Sansa who turned and flounced
into the house with a little flip of her silky red hair. Robb smirked slightly
as Jon stood up with a groan, his body sore from unloading the trucks at the
restaurant.
"Good luck with Mom." Robb chuckled, Jon shooting him a sarcastic smile.
"It'll be a miracle if we don't choke each other out over which silverware to
use at the table tonight." Jon scoffed before he left Robb on the front porch.
Catelyn had gone all out on dinner tonight. She had breaded porkchops, green
beans with almond slivers, and mashed potatoes. It was odd to see Catelyn cook
when usually she just made the cooks do it, but Jon remembered that she'd gone
on about some important news that Ned was going to tell them today. He stepped
through the extravagant living room, Rickon playing with his trucks on the
carpet while Bran and Arya were having a play sword fight. Arya lunged at her
younger brother and knocked him back with her foam sword, sending him stumbling
back into Jon. Jon grinned and caught his brother, nudging him back towards
Arya.
"Come on, Bran, don't let her beat you that easily." He laughed before he
slipped into the kitchen to help Catelyn. As soon as he stepped foot into the
living room Catelyn was glowering at him.
"You reek of cigarettes." She snapped at him, Jon sighing as he went to the
cabinet to get plates down.
"Yeah, sorry, Catelyn. I was out on the porch when you sent Sansa to get me."
Jon was used to Catelyn's sharp tongue with him, and had learned to hold his
tongue and avoid incurring more wrath from her.
"You know, Jon, you're only 17. You're not legally allowed to be smoking yet."
Catelyn, again finding a reason to lecture Jon and nitpick his life. Jon didn't
even think he'd touch cigarettes if Catelyn didn't stress him out so much.
"I'm under a month away from 18. Besides, Robb was 16 when he started smoking."
Jon pointed out to the older woman, Catelyn giving him a cold glare as she
brought her favorite son into this.
"Well that was Robb, this is you  we're talking about." She said harshly, and
Jon knew exactly what she meant. Robb was her son, the spitting image of her,
and next in line to lead the family. Robb had gotten away with anything when he
was younger. It didn't matter if he was caught smoking pot, smoking cigarettes,
getting caught in the backseat of his car with girls, Robb was never punished
for any of that. Catelyn would just give him a disapproving look and tell him
not do it again, while he might get a stern lecture from his father. Jon
remembered when he'd been caught with a single joint when he was 15, and
Catelyn had lost her mind. She'd torn Jon's room apart, tore into all his
notebooks and emptied his wardrobe, closet, emptying out every single drawer
and nook and cranny, and Jon had been grounded for nearly a month. He was
allowed to go to school, and then straight home. She even made him quit his job
as punishment. Needless to say, Jon never brought anything like that home
again.
Jon was surprised that Catelyn let him sit at the table tonight, what with his
father announcing his news. Catelyn was fond of sending Jon to eat in the
kitchen if she didn't think it suitablefor him to be at the dinner table. Just
one of the many 'perks' of having a traditional Irish woman for a pseudo-
parent.
"Boys, girls, time to eat!" Catelyn called as she brought the dishes of food to
the elegant dining room table. It took just seconds for Bran, Arya, and Rickon
to come running and howling loudly with laughter into the dining room. Sansa
came down the stairs, looking perfect as always, looking down with a disdainful
little sniff at her rowdy younger siblings, although Arya and Bran remembered
how much fun she was before she started high school. Arya was just a freshman,
Sansa a sophomore. The year she had started high school was the day Sansa had
went from playing games outside to being glued to her phone and worried about
who was saying what about her. Now Arya and Sansa were practically at each
others throats every second of the day that they were together. Robb came in
from the living room, all of the family eventually getting seated and settled
for dinner. Catelyn sat next to Ned, holding his hand with a smile as she
directed Bran to stop hogging the pork chops and to make sure he got some green
beans on his plate. Arya kicked Sansa's shins under the table until the eldest
girl shouted at Arya to quit it and Catelyn quickly jumped on the two to be
more polite. It was a normal chaotic dinner until Ned cleared his throat and
asked the children to settle down and listen. Jon and Robb leaned back in their
seats, watching their father closely. As the two eldest boys, they were usually
affected most by their father's announcements.
"So, I got a call from Robert the other day." The words had barely left Ned's
mouth and already Jon and Robb were exchanging meaningful looks. Robert was
Ned's old friend from high school, and also one of the most powerful men in New
York. And he only called Ned when he wanted or needed something. "He's offered
me a position at his company as a... Consultant." Jon let out a choked little
cough to disguise his cough. Robert must be in some deep trouble to ask his
father to come work at his 'company' which was just a massive front for money
laundering and a cesspool of corruption and power struggles. Ned frowned at his
son and Jon hastily shut his mouth and shot his father an apologetic glance,
keeping his comments to himself. "I've decided to take the position, but this
means associating more with the Lannister side of the family." There was a
collective groan from almost everyone except for Sansa who lit up like a
beacon. 
"Sansa's all excited about it because it'll give her an excuse to suck up to
Joffrey literally and metaphorically." Arya grumbled as she stabbed sullenly at
her pork chop. Sansa's pale cheeks flushed bright red and she kicked at her
younger sister, and Catelyn gave Arya a scandalized look.
"Arya, watch your mouth at the dinner table!" Catelyn scolded angrily. Arya
just rolled her eyes, knowing she was right. Jon and Robb both managed to hold
in their laughter, but Jon shot her an amused little smirk that made her grin.
"They'll likely be coming over for dinner soon, and I want all of you to be on
your best behavior for it. Am I understood?" Ned asked sternly, and there was a
collective chorus of, 'yes sir', but they all knew better. That dinner was
bound to be a disaster.
End Notes
     Ahh yes, this is pure shit... please leave reviews if anyone even
     slightly enjoyed it cause it's hella shitty so if no one liked it
     I'll just orphan it xD
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