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hogwarts houses: pierre auguste renoir paintings

gryffindor: roses by the window

hufflepuff: terrace at cagnes

ravenclaw: the blue river

slytherin: landscape at vetheuil

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I want a Clint and Bucky movie and I want it directed by Taika.

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he’s not used to having fans!!!

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MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS

AVENGERS

Rudely Interrupted (Tony Stark x Reader)

X-MEN

First Impressions (Charles Xavier x Reader)

DEFENDERS

Devil For A Daddy (Matt Murdock x Reader)

DOCTOR WHO

Eisenstaedt (Tenth Doctor x Reader)

HARRY POTTER

MARAUDERS ERA

Brave (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Erised (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Drunken Love (Remus Lupin x Reader)

GAME OF THRONES

Treason (Robb Stark x Reader)

KINGSMAN

Fraternization (Harry Hart x Reader)

SERIES

GAME OF THRONES

Vows (Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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batman dies in infinity war

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Groot, probably: Let’s fuck those fuckers the fuck up

Steve: I am Steve Rogers

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Fraternization (Harry Hart x Reader)

a/n: okay so i LOVE kingsman. so much. and harry does not get enough love in terms of fanfic and it’s depressing. so here’s this little piece ;) enjoy loves

WORD COUNT: 1240

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Recruits were off limits. They always had been and they always would be. Harry knew that, and it had never once been a problem for him in his entire career at Kingsman. Recruits were almost always juvenile and overly eager. Recruits were also almost always in their late teens to early twenties. Nothing Harry was interested in, at almost 35 years old and having been at Kingsman almost ten years.

Until now. Harry had been struggling, desperate to find a recruit to present to Arthur after the death of Agent Kay. Every agent was required to bring a recruit to HQ and Harry was not only at a loss for one, but it was 7 PM and he had to be at HQ at 9. He was currently talking to Merlin through his glasses, on his way to the home of two former Kingsman agents who just so happened to have a prodigious daughter, recently turned 20. And she was currently visiting home. Verna and Daisy Mallard had left Kingsman years before Harry arrived to get married and eventually adopt their daughter, Y/N. It was perfect. Harry had knocked at their door, Merlin having contacted them a few hours beforehand to explain the situation. The two former agents had agreed rather reluctantly, knowing the position Galahad was in and just how persistent and unnecessarily brusque Arthur could be. They called their daughter downstairs. She was an adult and could speak for herself.

There was a yelled “Yes?” followed by a brief “Someone’s here to see you.”

A door closed. Soft footfalls descended the stairs. Hardwood creaked in the entrance to the parlor. Harry’s breath was knocked from his lungs.

Stood in the entryway to the parlor was a young woman so exquisite that Harry was shocked into silence, something that never happened to him. Ever. It wasn’t until Daisy coughed, introducing Y/N to him as though she hadn’t just waltzed into his soul and changed his life.

The explanation of why he was there was short. After his initial shock, Harry was surprised at how eloquent he had managed to keep his speech. Y/N had listened intently, knowing only the very little information her mothers were able to give her about their lives before her.

Harry had barely finished speaking before Y/N was agreeing firmly, her eyes bright with excitement while her outward appearance and composure remained calm. So far so good. Harry looked at his watch, noting that it was already 8 PM. He smiled at his new recruit, eyes apologetic.

“Well, I’m afraid you must pack a bag rather quickly. We need to meet with the others by nine.”

Y/N nodded, no hesitation in her step as she quickly left the room to throw essentials in a bag. She was back downstairs in five minutes, impressing Harry and making her mums proud with her seriousness regarding this proposal. They said their goodbyes, promising that they could and would visit her. Harry led her out of the house and to the waiting car.

Harry was sure he had just recruited the next Agent Kay when, after arriving to a recruitment meeting of all men, Y/N had merely smirked at their looks and leers and insisted in her smooth, eloquent tone that this agency had obviously been lacking competence since her mums had left. The new candidates and their recruiters had been appalled. Merlin smiled. Harry almost fell in love.

The next time Merlin got Harry alone was after a meeting of all Kingsman agents, where Harry argued (and won) that Y/N get her own dormitory, as she was the only female candidate in a room full of young men she didn’t know. Merlin had spotted his affection where others saw concern. And he intended to address it.

“She’s a recruit, Harry. Not permanent.”

Harry, never one to beat around the bush, answered Merlin as though he knew what he was speaking of, because he did.

“Yes, I’m aware. However, I believe she has the best chances of anyone here.”

Merlin turned to look at his friend, looking as sympathetic as his hard exterior would allow him.

“Be that as it may, you said yourself that recruits were off limits. And she may not even be sticking around as an agent, free to fraternize with.”

Harry only laughed, denying to both Merlin and himself, “We aren’t fraternizing. And we won’t. You have nothing to fret over, Hamish.”

However, toward the end of the nine-month testing period, Harry had fallen in love and so had Y/N. Y/N, who was beating out her competition so bad that even Arthur was sure they had found their new Agent Kay; sexist, stubborn, blunt Arthur. Y/N, who Harry wagered to Merlin that wouldn't even have to fire a blank at her dog. Y/N who, when she got excited after grasping a new concept, danced in her spot and smiled with all of her teeth. Y/N, who had wit to rival Harry himself. Y/N, who had chosen a harmless golden retriever as her dog. Y/N, who Harry knew now he absolutely adored. Countless hours of briefing, weapons training, and sparring together had certainly brought the two closer than they should have been. And after their third time...discussing training in a closet, it was time for Harry to eat his words and realize that he was falling hopelessly for Y/N, a recruit.

By the time the nine-month testing period was coming to an end, not only was Y/N in the final three, but she had just passed the loyalty test with flying colors. She passed with flying colors, and was the only candidate to pass at all.

Disappointment in his eyes as he watched his recruit willingly give up classified information to a fake hostile, Arthur turned to Y/N, his hand stuck out to shake hers. “Welcome to Kingsman, Miss Y/L/N. Congratulations.”

Y/N smiled at her new boss, her eyes guarded. She knew he wasn’t quite happy with her new position. Y/N stood, hands clasped in front of her, watching as everyone filed out of the viewing room to give her and her mentor time alone. Merlin put a fiver in Harry’s hand, smirking as he passed. The moment that the door shut, Y/N was jumping into Harry’s arms. Galahad laughed heartily, spinning her around as she smiled.

After he set her down, she smiled up at him. “Does this mean I get a suit? I don’t have to fight in a pencil skirt, right? Seems like something Arthur would do.”

Harry laughed, trying to picture anyone trying to do the things a Kingsman does in a pencil skirt. He was sure that the thought had crossed Arthur’s mind. “Lord, no. I’ll take you for your suit fitting tomorrow. We’ll also go and inform your mothers.”

Y/N smirked, stepping closer to Harry. A question had been resting on the tip of her tongue for months. “Inform them of what? My position or us?”

Harry placed his hands on her hips, eyes meeting hers as he smiled lovingly at her. “Well that depends. Would you like there to be an us?”

Y/N didn’t answer him. She just stood on her toes and pressed her lips firmly against his, uncaring that he was in his glasses and that there were cameras surrounding them. They were as free as ever to fraternize.

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quirrel: TROLL!! IN THE DUNGEON!!

dumbledore: QUICK, EVERYONE TO THEIR COMMON ROOMS

slytherins: oUR COMMON ROOM IS IN THE DUNGEON

dumbledore: *read at 8:32 p.m.*

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hello yes

it’s late where i live but i am AWAKE and if any of y’all are awake and just DYING for a certain idea or favorite character of yours to be written about i am HERE and i am READY. anyways. as you were.

-desi

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bucky: steve…?

me, in the audience already gone through the five stages of grief:

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being a marauder-invested harry potter fan is both difficult and amazing because we really are given barely anything to build up on, yet, here we are with the fandom consensus of james potter 100% being the mother bird of the group and remus almost always being covered in layers of jumpers.

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going clown spotting 

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Rudely Interrupted (Tony Stark x Reader)

a/n: this turned SO ANGSTY i made myself UPSET. anyways i love tony stark with everything i have so enjoy this stupidly long oneshot my loves ;)

WARNING: this is so angsty. ALSO some cursing, not suitable for your grandmother. there’s also a sizable age difference between Tony and the reader. some infinity wars spoilers too so watch out if you haven’t seen it :)

WORD COUNT: 2153 (oops...)

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When Y/N finally decided she’d had enough of dancing around the man she loved, Tony couldn’t have been more grateful. He didn’t even try to play stupid or deny her. He definitely probably should have, though. 

Y/N, at 19 years old, possessed more ballsiness than Tony had in his entire life, which...is saying something. The short, brave hearted young woman had marched into the kitchen while Tony made coffee at the unholy hour of 7am, the man turning as she approached. “Y/N/N, good morning, you want some c-“ Y/N had cut him off, using her mutation to knock the coffee cup out of his hand. “Ok. Dramatic.” The mug shattered on the floor and she stepped closer to him. “Shut up, Tony. I’m so tired of this,” she said, vaguely gesturing between them. Tony didn’t bother asking what exactly she was tired of. He knew exactly, because he was absolutely exhausted by the same thing. He was exhausted with skirting around her. Tired of subtly flirting. Tired of his stupid longing glances. Tired of not being able to be there for her like he wanted to. Tired of not being with her. Tony sighed, annoyed that he had to be the one with propriety and morals. “Babe, I know, but we can’t. We just can’t, and we’ll probably never be able to. It wouldn’t look right, and it sure as hell wouldn’t go over well with the team or the public. We need to st-“ Y/N cut him off again, rolling her eyes. “God, Tony, since when do you give a shit about that? Since when did you think that I give a shit about that? We’ve been skirting around this for almost a year.” Tony sighed, feeling his resolve start to crumble, but still trying to argue. “I started giving a shit when we got close and I started wanting to protect your reputation,” Y/N inched closer, a smirk growing on her lips. “Don’t care about that.” “And when half of our friends openly voiced their disapproval with that whole tabloid fiasco,” Tony said quieter. The incident he referred to involved an innocent picture of the two of them sat in a coffee shop, printed with the large headline “YOUNGEST AVENGER SEEKS SUGAR DADDY IN TONY STARK”, and it was a nightmare to deal with to say the least. “Don’t care about that either.” Y/N’s hands were on his chest, inching up toward his face. “And because you have your entire life ahead of you to make bad decisions, not held down by some dude in a metal suit,” Y/N had threaded her hands through Tony’s hair, raised on her tip-toes to practically press her forehead against his. “Tony.”

Tony couldn’t have broken eye contact if he wanted to. “Yeah?” Y/N was so close that her lips brushed his as she spoke. “Stop trying to convince yourself you don’t want this.” Tony would have laughed if Y/N hadn’t immediately kissed him. It started as a fairly innocent, ‘first-time-kissing-each-other’ kiss, but quickly devolved. Tony’s hands tangled in her hair, something that he had always wanted to do. Y/N wrapped her arms around Tony’s neck, deepening the kiss. Y/N was unable to stay on her toes and began to pull away, so Tony hoisted her up by the backs of her thighs. Y/N instinctively wrapped her legs around Tony’s waist as he set her on the counter. Before things could get further carried away, an angry shout interrupted the new almost-couple. “Stark what the fuck!?” Tony and Y/N broke apart, fairly leisurely and uncaring, to find Clint and Nat standing in the entrance of the floor. Nat had a shit-eating grin on her face, that Y/N answered with one of her own. Clint, however, looked livid. He was dangerously calm as he spoke. “Tony, she’s a kid. Nineteen years old. You’re not anywhere near that age. What the hell are you doing?” Tony, his hands still firmly on Y/N’s waist, answered calmly. “That I was in the middle of something and you very rudely interrupted.” Clint all but growled as he began to stalk forward, stopped by Natasha’s firm hand on his arm. Nat immediately jumped to the couple’s defense, placing a hand on Clint’s shoulder as she began to talk at him in her soft, convincing tones. She sent a wink Y/N’s way as she turned Clint around to speak with him. Before Tony joined in to defend himself and Y/N, he took her hand and whispered to her. “We’re gonna do this. All or nothing.” Y/N squeezed his hand and looked up at him, smiling softly. “All or nothing.”

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The next time Tony and Y/N  were interrupted went a lot smoother, but was no less obnoxious. After the rest of the team found out about their (mostly innocent, definitely NOT sugar-anything) relationship, it was easier to be in public but harder to be alone. They really tried their best and made the most of any time they had, whether they were alone or not. 

Sometimes their best wasn’t good enough. The team was sat around the coffee table, their pseudo after-party making for a better time than the actual party that had been thrown. Y/N sat perched on Tony's lap, the couple having moved past the embarrassment of PDA. At 20 and 45, the pair knew they had quite the age difference. They just didn’t care. When their relationship had gone public, after the shit-storm that was convincing the team Tony wasn't taking advantage of Y/N, all was well a year later. Vivian let her head fall on Tony's chest, her smaller frame practically wrapped in his larger one as Thor dropped his hammer on the coffee table in silent challenge. Clint spoke up in answer first, the rest of the team following. First went Clint, who laughed like a good sport when he couldn’t get it up. Y/N laughed and Tony saw the innuendo from a mile away. Tony went next, citing simple physics. Clint gestured grandly to the hammer, his face smug. “By all means, Stark, be my guest!" Tony winked at Y/N and looked to Thor. “So, if I lift this, Y/N/N and I then rule Asgard?" Thor nodded indulgently, a smug smile pulling at his lips. “Yes, of course. You'd have to get married, though." Y/N choked on the drink she was sipping, causing Natasha and Steve to laugh. Tony rolled his eyes, tightening his grip on the hammer and pulling. Y/N stood, kissing his cheek when he couldn’t lift it, smirking at his expense. "Don't take it personally, love. Obviously, we can't all be as worthy and strong as Thor." Tony narrowed his eyes. “I'll be right back." When his repulsors couldn’t lift the hammer, he recruited Rhodey. When neither of them could lift it, they sighed and sat back down, Y/N again perching herself across Tony’s lap. "Holy hell, Point Break." Next was Bruce, who even after trying to go green, couldn’t lift Mjölnir. Steve moved it, but only barely. Natasha refused to try. Y/N stood and used her mutation to lift it off of the table, smirking when everyone booed. Tony wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her into his chest as everyone began talking amongst themselves. "That was...astoundingly hot." Y/N smiled, turning in Tony’s arms and wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, "On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad does your pride hurt?" Tony pouted playfully, moving a piece of hair out of Y/N’s face. "Enough for you to kiss it better?" Y/N laughed at the bad line, but leaned in anyways. Just she was about to kiss him senseless, a loud crash came from behind the team. Everyone turned, eyes widening when one of Tony’s armories came limping into the room. They all got to their feet and Y/N and Tony reluctantly broke apart. Yeah. Sometimes their best wasn’t enough. ======================================================== The next time Tony and Y/N were interrupted was by something completely out of their control. As if any of the other times were. Although her heart hurt that a part of her family refused to agree to the Accords, something to keep everyone safe, she stood with Natasha, Tony, and Rhodey in Vienna. Natasha was speaking to the prince of Wakanda and Y/N was looking out across the city, stood in front of the glass wall at the head of the room. Tony paused his conversation with Rhodes, his sights set on his fiancé who was standing alone, looking like she was brooding. He came up behind her, his hand coming to rest at the small of her back. “We’re starting soon, babe.” He wrapped his arm firmly around her waist as they walked to their seats, the action still managing to bring a red hue to her face even after almost two years. Y/N smiled up at Tony, her hand coming to rest on his cheek. The stress he was under was visible. His eyes were dim, bags resting under them. His face was set in a permanent frown. Y/N hated seeing him like this. “I’m sorry that this is causing so much tension. But I have your back, Tony. I love you.” King T’chaka had started talking, but Tony wasn’t listening. From their place in the back of the room, he could only see and hear Y/N. She was all that mattered at the moment, all that was keeping him grounded. “I love you too.” He was leaning in to press his lips to hers when suddenly there was a shout and it seemed like the world was exploding. All he saw was Y/N’s wide eyes before he was covering her with himself, their interruption at the back of his mind. Sitting outside of the UN, his arm tightly around Y/N, Tony’s scowl was set in deeper than before. They couldn’t catch a fucking break. ========================================================== Tony and Y/N were interrupted this time for the last time. And Tony would give anything to be interrupted with her again. Anything. Tony was standing, his side still burning, stinging with the sensation of being stabbed by his own blade. Strange sat a meter away, his eyes gazing ahead into the distance of Titan as he contemplated their next move. He barely had any damn time to think before the other inhabitants of the planet began crumbling into dust. Literal dust. First Mantis. Then Drax. Quill. Strange, whose parting words were ominous, confusing and in no way comforting. “There was no other way, Tony.” All that was left was him, Peter, and Y/N, but that didn’t seem to last long, as Y/N cried out from behind him. She was holding Peter as he gripped her arms like a lifeline, sputtering and rambling tearfully about how he didn’t feel right, about not wanting to die. Y/N’s tears streaked down her face as Tony took his place by her side, gripping onto Peter and lying to his face that everything would be fine. If Strange’s last words were ominous, Peter’s took any hope that Tony had for victory and survival away. “I’m sorry.” In the tense quiet that followed, Y/N’s ears began to ring. Tony, his hands covered in what was left of Peter, turned in time to see Y/N fall to her knees, bracing herself with one hand. “Y/N, no! Goddamnit, no!” Tony all but crawled over to where Y/N was hunched over, her breathing growing labored, her sniffles becoming sobs as she realized her fate. “Y/N, dear God, please don’t do this.” Y/N was sobbing in Tony’s arms, heaving as her hands began crumbling away. “I don’t want to leave you! I can’t leave you here! We only got two years!” Tony’s hands were gripping the sides of her face, her neck, her hair, anywhere his hands could reach in an attempt to prolong her shortening life. He didn’t realize he was crying until his tears began to land on Y/N’s face where she laid in his arms. Tony was a man of science. He knew that it wasn’t possible for a human heart to physically break. But he was sure now that wasn’t true, because his was cracking and shattering. “Then don’t. Y/N, please, don’t.” Tears running in streams down her cracking face, Y/N met Tony’s eyes one more time. “I love you so much.” Tony closed his eyes, his fists clenching painfully as Y/N drifted away from him. His silent grief screamed across the cosmos, crying out to all that would hear it as he fell to the ground, his arms crossed tightly as he mourned quietly.

Anything.

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so much happens in the books I forget how much time they spend just studying

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Vows [Part 9] (Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader)

a/n: wowowowowow hi! i’m done with normal school AND my summer school and i have nothing but time ;) hope y’all are ready for a lot of writing ;) anyways, take thus angsty goodness. i have a lot in store for these two...

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8

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A feast was held the night that Jaime and Y/N returned home to King's Landing after nearly a year of being gone. For Y/N, however, home was still in the North and she had been just shy of returning. After suffering her miscarriage, Y/N had been catatonic. She had hardly spoken since leaving Harrenhall and Jaime wasn't much better. He and Brienne had made no attempts to break through Y/N’s new solemn exterior, allowing her to wallow in the grief they knew was well founded. The absolute last thing that the Lord and Lady of House Lannister wanted to do was sit at a feast of celebration. Y/N wanted to go to the Godswood with Jaime, though she knew he didn't worship the Gods, and mourn the loss of their child. She wanted to mourn the chance she had to be with her mother and brother. She wanted to mourn Arya and Bran and Rickon. She wanted to mourn her father, who she had never received a chance to grieve for. Y/N did not want to make herself look like the Flower of the North she was known as. She did not want to sit before Tywin and Cersei Lannister to be reprimanded for her miscarriage and her continued loyalty to House Stark. What Y/N did look forward to, however, was seeing Sansa again. And the only chance that she would have to do that would be at the feast, as her chambers were guarded day and night at the command of Tywin. What he thought her capable of, she had no idea, but that Lannister guard would not let her even open the door to she and Jaime’s chamber. Jaime and Y/N were ready to make their way to the Great Hall as the sun set over the sea. Jaime took Y/N’s hand in his own, placing it in the crook of his right arm. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the side of her head. Y/N smiled weakly, the best smile she could manage since Harrenhall, and the two departed to the feast being held in their honor. When Y/N took her seat in the Great Hall, she carefully avoided the eyes of Tywin and Cersei. Sansa sat on one side of her, Jaime on the other. Y/N’s eyes would remain on her plate until she was directly addressed. She didn’t know if she could handle the eyes of Lions at the moment, and she wasn’t quite sure what her reaction would be. "You lost the babe?" Y/N looked up, finally steeling her own icy gaze with Tywin's equally cold one. Jaime answered before Y/N’s words could leave her lips. "Yes. While we were departing Harrenhall." Tywin nodded, carefully regarding his good-daughter. Since Jaime had been captured, word had spread through Westeros like Wildfire that Y/N Lannister had fought on the side of the Starks. She had taken up arms and killed over 20 Lannister soldiers. She had betrayed the house she was married into in favor of her own. She had betrayed the Lannisters. Sansa had clearly paid for Y/N’s betrayal, as she was currently married to Tyrion. Y/N rather liked Tyrion. Sansa did not. Y/N was a labeled traitor. The only thing keeping her head on her shoulders and from a pike in front of the Red Keep was Jaime and his near constant mantra of 'She is a Lannister and you will not touch her.' As much love as Y/N held in her heart for her husband, she knew that would not appease Tywin. Marriage or no, Y/N would never be a Lannister in his eyes. She would never want to be, and he knew this. The current patriarch of House Lannister grinned his cruel smile and stood, claiming that he would return momentarily. Cersei was smirking into her goblet and Y/N’s stomach was slowly sinking. She grabbed Sansa's hand underneath the table. The hall remained lively, however. Nothing seemed to happen, but Sansa and Y/N wouldn’t stop grasping each other, wearily looking about the hall for any sign of a threat. Y/N had been stripped of any weapons, but she would try her damndest to get Sansa to safety. But no threat seemed to come. Jaime and Tyrion heard it first. It started quietly, slowly crescendoing as though it were a wave. The strings echoed through the hall, which was growing quieter and quieter as the song grew louder. Only four measures in and the hall was completely silent, all eyes on the Stark traitors. Tyrion and Jaime looked to each other, hearts thundering as 'The Rains of Castamere' roared through the hall. Y/N’s gaze had locked onto the table, her eyes wide and unbetraying of the fear she felt for herself and her sister. Her face was kept carefully blank. Sansa had begun to openly cry, Y/N gripping onto her hand painfully. This act was an obvious threat on Tywin's part. This song was never played in polite company. Only as a threat, a warning to know your place or pay for it. Just as a Lannister always paid his debts, a Lannister always collected. Jaime's eyes moved from his young brother to his wife, who refused to look at him. He could see her hand in her lap, Sansa's gripping it so tightly that it was visibly red. Y/N was on the verge of tears, knowing that is was she who had put herself and Sansa in this position. When the song ended, there was no applause. The two Stark sisters, now Lannisters, were the center of attention in the hall. Every guest had their eyes on them, knowing exactly why the song had been played at this feast 'honoring' Lord and Lady Lannister. As the silence grew suffocating, Jaime stood from his chair. His eyes met his father's and Jaime could only clench his jaw at the smugness written over Tywin's face. Jaime placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, pulling her up and escorting her from the hall. The look he shared with Tyrion conveyed that he do the same. Jaime felt Cersei and Tywin's eyes on his back the entire way out of the hall, and he couldn't help but feel as though maybe the song wasn't just meant for Y/N and Sansa.

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i’m back ;)

i hope y’all are ready cause i’m about to upload like 3-4 oneshots and some preferences AND i’m making a masterlist as an apology for my hiatus ;)))

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Make Me Choose anonymous asked » Sansa Stark or Jaime Lannister