#aka one of the songs on my jonsa playlist

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@jonsadrabbles Day 4 Hidden / True

“I don’t want to be anything Other than what I’ve been trying to be lately All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind I’m tired of looking around rooms wondering what I gotta do Or who I’m supposed to be I don’t want to be anything other than me” Canon divergence: R+L=J is revealed before the BotB

“Jon? What are you doing down here? Feast’s up there, surely the King in the North should be celebrating with his people.” Sansa stopped by Jon’s side and looked up at the statue. “She was said to have been so beautiful, the She-Wolf of Winterfell. And Lyanna Stark was as fierce as she was lovely. Reminds me of Arya, really.”

“Don’t.”

“Jon-”

“You know, I’ve always wanted the Stark name. Coveted it. I knew I could never have it though. That’s why I went to the Watch in the first place, I wanted to find a place. Make a name for myself. Turns out my name is a curse. A joke! That’s what I am: I’m a Targaryen curse, Sansa. Why else would Ned Stark lie to the whole realm? Keep me hidden in plain sight? I’m no Stark. Ned Stark was not my father. He went to war against my father. Seven Hells, I’m the reason the realm went to war.”

“Jon stop it. You are not the cause of the Rebellion. Rhaegar Targaryen seduced my Aunt Lyanna, your mother, into running away. A 15 year old girl caught up in the pretty words and empty promises of a crown prince? The Mad King murdering our grandfather and uncle? Those are reasons the realm went to war. Not a babe being born.” Sansa, facing Jon now, tugged on his arms so he was facing her back. “The lords don’t care and neither do I. I don’t give a damn who your father is, you are Jon Snow. That’s who you are. And you don’t have to hide that.”

Touched by her words, Jon stared longingly at Sansa in the candlelight glow. It reminded him of their fight in the tent on the eve of the battle, her hair seemingly blending in with the light, “Still not a Stark. You should’ve been named Queen, Sansa. You know it, I know it, gods even the lords know it. They just didn’t want to ‘insult me’ as the commander of the battle.”

“Seven save me, Jon you are an idiot. Of course the lords think I’m going to be queen.” Despite her words, Sansa was smiling indulgently at him. Which confused Jon even more. “Jon, if you want the name Stark so badly just take mine. You already have my heart.”

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@jonsadrabbles Day 1 Campfire/Linger

“Walking like a one man army Fighting with the shadows in your head Living out the same old moment Knowing you'd be better off instead, If you could only”

With a deep breath, Jon stared at himself for just a moment longer in the looking glass. Black fur cloak, shaggy hair, the tired longing expression.“The world will always need a home for bastards and broken men.” It’s as if the last several years hadn’t changed him at all. But it did, very much so. No longer a bastard, but a broken man.

“Hurry up, Snow. Your ship awaits.” Passing the nameless guard, Jon heads out towards the docks, two crows following behind. Passes by the smallfolk, the Dothraki, the Unsullied, makes uncomfortable eye contact with Grey Worm. And then he sees them. Sees her.

He thought saying goodbye to the Starks the first time was the hardest thing he had to do. Saying goodbye to them a second was harder. Saying goodbye to her was harder. She asks for his forgiveness. Silly girl, don’t you know? I should be asking you for yours.

“The North is free thanks to you. Ned Stark’s daughter will speak for them.” There’s so much more he wants to say. So much more he needs her to hear. But he can’t find the words, so he pours all of his thoughts, all of his emotions, into her embrace. He holds on to her tightly, swaying for just a moment, memorising her smell, her softness.

Their goodbyes are sweet and short. Too short for his liking. He knows they’ll be safe though. Happy. Bran is a King and Arya will have her own adventures now. They’ll be fine. They’ll thrive. And Sansa. Sansa will flourish. The first reigning Queen in the North. His heart may be aching with bittersweetness, but it also swells with pride, joy, love. With one last lingering glance at Sansa, Jon finally forces himself to turn away. Ten days, ten weeks, or ten years, he knows in his soul he’ll see her again one day. 

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@jonsadrabbles Day 3: Legends/Beyond the Wall

“This universe holds many words, ours are eternal, Before we go, let’s let ‘em know, we are eternal This story we told, this story we told, this story we told To two million” 

Gathered on the floor by the fireplace, five pairs of eager eyes looked on to the man in the wheelchair. “So, what shall tonight’s story be then, hm?” Bran asked the little band of children, each one more restless than the next. Of course, the first night of my visit and I get stuck with childcare duties while my sisters handle some bandits on the King’s Road. Typical. After seeing Arya planning a visit to Winterfell, Bran had arranged a visit as well. He missed his sisters. And his cousin. And the little Starklings, as Gendry so fondly calls them. “Oh I know! How about a story of a dream of spring? I remember little Lyarra saying that was her favorite.”

The eldest of the brood groaned, “Lya’s favorite? I don’t want to listen to a silly story about some hedge knight who found love with a princess. That’s boring!”

“Hey!” 

Bran chuckled, “No worries Robb, this isn’t a hedge knight story. This one is different, it has war, betrayal, revenge, justice, political intrigue! The story of a love so eternal that it wins against the bounds of ice monsters and even death itself! Exciting enough for you?”

“Alright… I suppose that doesn’t sound so awful. Go on then Uncle Bran, tell us!” For the next hour or so, Bran Stark regaled the story of two young souls who suffered many turmoils and hardships. Who fought for what they wanted and believed in. Who reunited after years. Who uncovered deadly secrets, fell in love, and fought for that love. And who, eventually, got their happy ending. By the time Bran was nearing the end of his story, almost every single child was asleep. Almost.

“Well what happens after they defeat the dragon Queen? Do they go back home? Do they stay and rule? Do they-”

“What are you still doing up, sweetling?” Leaning by the doorframe, Sansa Stark looked in at the gathering in her solar. “Shouldn’t you be asleep like your siblings and cousins?”

“Uncle Bran was telling me such a fantastical tale! But he hasn’t finished yet, Mother,” Robb was struggling to get out of his mother’s embrace, wanting Bran to finish the story. 

“Oh? And what story was Uncle Bran tellin?” Jon walked in the room, carefully picking up his sleeping youngest, “Not another tale of Crows I hope?” 

“No,” Bran said fondly, “just a tale about two young lovers.”

“They were so much more than just young lovers!” Robb’s eyes were gleaming in the firelight. “They were warriors! Leaders! They were the stuff of legends!”