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The things we do for love , he thought. And for friends we never knew we had.

The boy tilted his head. “Other? No. I’m Uzumaki Naruto.” He said the name as if it should mean something. When Jon gave no reaction, Naruto’s face split into a grin that was utterly out of place in the grim North. “Okay, so that’s a no. Where am I? This isn’t the Valley of the End. Smells like… wet dog and old ghosts.”

“Winterfell,” Jon said, rising slowly. “The North.”

“North of what?”

Naruto blinked. Then he laughed—a bright, loud sound that echoed off the grey stones. “Sasuke’s going to be so pissed. I told him that jutsu had too many hand signs.” He stretched, and Jon saw a coiled power beneath the casual movement, a churning ocean held behind a dam of flesh and bone. “Alright, Mr. Broody McBroodington. What’s the local trouble? Bandits? Evil warlords? Giant monsters?”

Naruto met him in the center of the field. They spoke no words. The Night King thrust his spear; Naruto caught it with his bare hand. The frost crawled up his arm, coating his sleeve, his skin—

“Westeros.”

Jon stood with Longclaw in his hand, his breath frozen on his lips, watching the end of the world march toward him.

And with a whoosh of displaced air, the Ghost of Winterfell was gone.

Then he walked out to meet the army of the dead. What happened next would be told by campfires for a generation. naruto x juego de tronos fanfiction

Jon Snow sat alone on the broken Wall, watching the sun climb over a world that would never quite believe what it had seen. Somewhere behind him, a direwolf howled.

The Night King himself descended from his ice spider, a spear of frozen dragon-glass in his hand. For the first time, something like interest crossed that ancient, terrible face.

“A promise,” Naruto said, and grinned one last time. “Believe it.” The things we do for love , he thought

Jon almost smiled. “All three. But the monsters come with the snow.” Three moons turned. The black-haired boy— man , Jon corrected himself, after he’d seen him fight—became the strangest, most terrifying weapon the North had ever wielded.