#idk what happens in Lonesome Road but I know he comes back Alive
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I'm losing my mind thinking about Shepherd's emotional state making his way to The Divide
#yes im starting LR#in short is BAD REAL BAD#he views this as a march to his death#to HIM this feels like a his past catching up to him#his past has been something thats been hunting him down since he crawled out his grave in good springs#hes been running from it but now he's tired#hes out of road and cant run anymore#so he gunna go face it#Shepherd's development from Party Boy whose constantly chasing adrenaline and danger to celebrate having survived#to a DEEPLY depressed Traumatised and Exhuasted man who simply doesnt want to fight any more has been a really intresting development#tbh it doesn’t feel like ive been role playing it feel like i got possessed by that boy and ive just been watching his life in the Mojave#idk what happens in Lonesome Road but I know he comes back Alive#Shepherd however thinks this is it Death coming for what is owed
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Wherever You Go, I Go | JON SNOW
「 ❁ 」PROMPT 「 ❁ 」
Jon is leaving for beyond the Wall, but you have something he needs to hear before he goes.
「 ❁ 」AUTHOR’S NOTE 「 ❁ 」
in the next few days (maybe even after this idk) i’m probably going to write a “being queen in the north” headcanon so be on the look out :) REMEMBER TO REQUEST!
IT HAD TAKEN A LONG JOURNEY TO GET HERE.
That’s what Jon kept telling himself as he saddled for the long road ahead. That’s what he came to think when he reached the Wall. That’s what he’d stay reassuring himself in the long nights ahead. He was a kinslayer, a queenslayer, an oathbreaker. He’d committed regicide on more than one occasion. No one would ever forget his actions or forgive them, much less he who’d committed the crimes. He was leaving for beyond the Wall to start a life that wasn’t much different from the life he once thought he’d live forever. He was leaving a lot of things behind. His family had kept their honor. They would never think of himself who enacted justice. He was no better than the late Jaime Lannister. Jaime, who saved an entire kingdom when his king’s back was turned.
Jon had stabbed Daenerys in the back, too.
Tormund was standing on the castle walls and asserting Jon his sympathy through the eyes when he arrived.
You were right beside him.
Jon couldn’t deny his shock. He was sure it showed on his face. His horse continued on through the gates, unsettled, but its rider blinked, unsure of himself. You weren’t supposed to be there.
When Jon entered the destroyed courtyard, he quickly got off his horse. You were already coming down with Tormund following slowly behind. Jon had seen excitement on your face from standing guard on the walls, but it became more apparent the closer you came to him. You weren’t running but your pace was far brisker than it’d be walking.
You grinned at him.
“Jon!” you called, jumping into his waiting arms. His arms encircled your waist and he drew you into a warm embrace you both had been denied for so long..
Jon hadn’t seen you since he was first imprisoned. He thought you’d gone home to Winterfell—where you were once a handmaiden to Sansa— yet you were here instead. He couldn’t deny that he was relieved and over the moon with ecstasy that you’d come to see him off. If he’d left without seeing you first, he might have spent the rest of his years in exile wistful. Getting to see you promised his thoughts to be happy if he ever caught himself stuck in past memories, thinking about everything that led him to be the man he was today. “Y/N,” he said, burying his nose into your hair.
You pulled back when he didn’t say anything else, giving him your most furious glare. “I can’t believe you,” you said, swatting at him. Jon dawned garb of the Night’s Watch so what your hand met was leathery and black, a texture that made you visibly wince. “You left without saying goodbye! I understand that it was protection against anyone dumb enough to try killing you, but I’m sure they would have let you talk to me first.”
Jon’s solemn face fell into a frown. “I thought you’d left the capital?”
You rolled your eyes. “I was waiting for you.”
“What—wait for me?” Jon’s frown deepened. He held you at arm’s length, trying in vain to read your face. You’d always been a commodity. Cryptic, playful, and optimistic where you should have been thinking the worst. You were his polar.
You and Jon had a long history, a history that consisted of more goodbyes than it did hellos. Though Jon wished that cycle would end today, he knew you’d only come to give him his final farewell. Strangely to Jon, you sounded like you came to do the opposite which was not at all plausible to him.
A hurt look came across your face and you tightened your grip on his waist. “Did you honestly think I wasn’t going to come with you?” Your voice turned shrill.
Jon shook his head. “Y/N, life beyond the Wall isn’t a life I want for you—”
“Winterfell isn’t home, Jon,” you said. You prodded at his chest where his heart was located. “You’re home. We never got much time to be happy. I thought we were going to get an unhappy ending when you kept getting hurt and were driven further away from me. There was a time when I truly did think we wouldn’t meet again. When I thought you died, there was a hole in my chest that would never heal. You’re here now, beautiful and alive. How could you want to leave me now? Do you not want me anymore?”
Jon pressed his lips roughly to yours before replying. His expression was more rigid than a stone gate, drawing you closer until he was close enough to see every possible speck of color in your Y/E/C eyes. “You know I do, Y/N. I just want you to be happy and I don’t know if you can be happy with me,” he said to you.
Your hands reached up to brush against the hair on his neck. “I’ll be miserable without you,” you said firmly. “Wherever you go, I go too. Whatever happens, I will always stick by you. Even if your cock goes limp and stays that way forever.”
Jon chuckled, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Really?”
You nodded determinedly. “I love you. I will always love you. No matter how far apart we are or what happens to us. Let me come with you.”
Jon stared at you, processing your words. He loved you too, loved you more than he loved anything else in his life. He thought he’d lost your love and respect when he killed Daenerys, yet you were here and anything but deterred. Did he want you living a life of exile with him? No, not at all. He wanted you to find some honorable princeling and have happy children and live in luxury, not under the stars cold and lonely. But you were just like him in that sense. Stubborn to a fault.
He didn’t have to think anymore. He knew. He kissed you to make sure you knew. He knew he’d hate himself for not sending you back to Winterfell, that he’d regret sentencing you to the same remote, lonesome fate he bore--but in that moment, all he wanted was you in his arms forever.
“Okay.”
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