#poweresides | jon

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@poweresides hit the heart for jon !

𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒, for sansa had been riding north for days and days on end. her only company had been brienne and podrick, yet her words were seldom and far between. thoughts had been plagued with eager desperation to see her brother. despite all the anticipation, sansa still felt worry. yes, there was fear for ramsay's men finding them, but above all there was a perhaps, irrational, anxiety that ate away at her. the last time sansa saw jon, she declared loudly for all that he was her BASTARD brother. the young sansa had never taken ownership of her kin, had misaligned from him. it is now, all these years later, that suffering and longing had made her aware of her errors.

would he not receive her? she knows jon was never the sort to push his siblings away, and despite how awful she could be to him, they were still family after all. yet, all the same, sansa couldn't blame him if he refused to protect her. or maybe such thoughts could be attributed to time away from winterfell. from time watching family stab family in the back, whether it be lannisters, baratheons, or boltons. that wasn't the stark way, their father's memory assures her this. it is what keeps her trekking on through bitter snows and frigid air.

it is with wide blue eyes she takes in castle black. it is much like how uncle benjen described, not luxurious in the slightest. yet, to sansa, it was the most beautiful place in westeros in this very moment. it is the first time in years she can take a deep breath. all she has been doing is surviving, and in this moment, she wants to simply just ──── be. that is all she desires as she lowers herself off her steed, legs raw and sore from all the riding ( as well as the decorations ramsay cared to add to porcelain skin). men watch, surely intrigued. two women just had entered the gates, not a common occurrence on the wall. yet she ignores the stares, ears fall deaf to hushed whispers of curiosity. light hues search, almost frantically, hoping to spot locks of raven hair and grey eyes in the crowd. please, she thinks, please be here.

THERE - in an instant, they seem to spot each other. it seems as if some unknowing deity has come upon her, has lifted tons off worn out shoulders. it is like soaking into a warm bath after being left out in the frost for hours. it is an explosion of relief and shock, and for the first time in years, HAPPINESS. it all provides her with the will to run with all the energy of a child engaged in a game of tag. she gives her brother no opportunity to voice anything, to do or see, for her arms are thrown around him. it is a moment she has dreamt up of, fantasized about when prisoner to lannisters and boltons alike. it felt like wolves were howling around them, like snow would fall from the sky. for wolves of winterfell were reunited, the north and winter would celebrate with their kin.

❝ jon, ❞ she whispers into his furs, not daring to let go. fear he would vanish and sansa would find herself bound to ramsay's quarters once more. ❝ oh, jon. i've missed you terribly. ❞

[theyoungwclf]

send prompts / @poweresides: “  you don’t ever have to pretend. not with me. not ever.  ”

The year he had spent in Casterly Rock had been far better than his time in the dungeons below The Twins. Robb couldn't quite grasp the irony that his savior from those stone walls and iron bars and physical and emotional torment was the very man he used to keep captive in a CAGE. Jaime's hospitality and honor made this FALLEN KING feel ashamed for how he had treated his captive. War camps were not the life of luxury like Casterly Rock, but that didn't excuse some of his behavior towards Jaime, especially now that the man had rescued him and they had developed . . . something. It was strange, they were enemies, both of them had done things that should warrant hate and yet Jaime was kind . . . mostly. The older man annoyed Robb to no end, but between the annoyances Jaime still provided him with information, as dreary as the news was. His sisters missing, his home lost, and even during happier news such as Joffrey's death, Robb chose not to voice such an opinion, instead focusing on his sister's disappearance. During his healing process he had spent many nights dreaming of finding his family and returning home, it wasn't possible now, but the thoughts still kept him going, and he'd find himself on the balcony of the room given to him, staring off at the sea and hoping that one day he'd be free to find them.

Unfortunately, spending time with Jaime meant the man could read him now, and it was an upset when Robb turns to look at the man, surprised at Jaime's honesty. Jaime had named him ARTHUR, he was a young man who worked in the STABLES, he was a PRISONER, just one not behind bars, and one Jaime's family didn't know existed. Yet when they were alone Jaime still called him Robb, he still offered him a smile, they conversed and Robb, lonely as ever welcomed the company every time. How was it that he knew more about Jaime Lannister than he did himself?

" I am just brooding, Jaime. Not unlike my brother Jon, he made the act of brooding look good. " His wounds were healed so he could stand tall, yet standing tall felt like a farce. He was no king, he lost the war, lost everything. He doubted the North would welcome him back with open arms and so he brooded, his family's survival his only solace. Swallowing once, his blue eyes settle on Jaime, and his expression softens. Almost his only solace. " I can't pretend with you anyway. You somehow can read me, must be those years in the Kingsguard, a helpful talent. "

Turning fully, he leans himself against the bannister, arms crossing against his chest as he curves a smile on his face. " What brings you to my room? Your friendship with your favorite stable hand will be the talk of the castle if you keep popping in here. More marriage candidates? You'll have to let me know if your father forces you to attend anymore dinners, the details and your complaints have been far more interesting than any book I could read. " Tywin's desire to make Jaime settle down and produce heirs had been a fun topic of conversation between Jaime and himself, one Robb could relate to for his own different reasons. Before the night he had taken that arrow and his inhibitions had been lost from Sybell's drugs, women had never been on his mind, marriage had never been a desire, more of necessity of knowing one day he would need to as Lord Stark . . . but even when Theon would drag him to brothels he never once gave in, never even wanted to. He had grown to love Jeyne, but their marriage hadn't been romantic or wanton on his part.

The reasons are his own. " Though Jaime, please. You don't need to worry about me, I'm alright. You're a far kinder captor than Walder Frey . . . and myself. I certainly wouldn't have came to you and told such kind things. You're a better man than I gave you credit for . . . and if Lady Brienne's vow towards my mother transferred onto you and made you decide to pity me . . . I suppose I'll never stop thanking you . . . Will I? But either way . . . I play pretend for a living now. I'm ARTHUR remember? "

[adreamofsilk]

@poweresides liked for a starter (Jon and Herra)

Tradition huffed in protest as she latched him to a sled, hating whenever he was needed to haul. Patting the beasts side Herra moved up to his face and slipped the leads on, kissing his nose despite the gruffs he was giving. Many even in her clan thought she was his skinchanger, but she had no magic with that.

Instead the lumbering beast was more a son to her then a beast of burden, having raised him since he was a cub. It allowed her to do more with him then most could with their mounts, even allowing her to roll him onto his back when she needed to see his stomach. Finally done with getting him latched in she headed back over to the hunting party that was forming.

A surprise among them was the Crow, Herra didn't realize he was being trusted just yet. She figured their King was planning on keeping him on a short leash and within sight at all times. Granted she couldn't argue needed more hands to feed their marching people.

"𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵." Her voice was a low grumble not unlike the sound of the bear behind her. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦." They were using her mount to haul, she was the one in charge.

[westerosiqueens]

Daenerys Dynarra For Robb @poweresides

“You can demonstrate as much as you like, I’ll never master it.” Dany sighed, trying to hand back the bow Robb was unsuccessfully trying to teach her to use. “Mother says it’s quite hopeless.” Her mother, sister to Lord Eddard Stark, the Warden of the North, had insisted she learn such things, even if she was a girl. Alara was no Catelyn Tully, she was a Northern woman, and she was determined her daughter would be, too, thus while her cousins Arya and Sansa were inside sewing, Dany was allowed to run around with her male cousins, a shorter but just as energetic fourth to Robb, Jon, and Theon Greyjoy. Even after nearly a whole lifetime of being set to archer practice with the boys, however, she was still only proficient. 

“Thank you for your trying, but I think she may be right. My eye just isn’t good for it. I’m sorry you wasted your time, Robb.”

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an old jon / sansa headcanon of mine !

one of sansa’s biggest regrets in life is how she treated jon as a young girl. she was truly awful to him, and there are many factors to this - but i won’t get into that right now.

there is, however, one moment as a young girl that actually makes her rethink her tendencies towards him. it’s when her mother has bran and is away from her other children for some time that sansa sees jon for who he is, how his other siblings react to him, how her father does. she actually begins to warm up to him for a bit - and begins to understand why her siblings feel so strongly about him.things change, however, when her mother begins spending more time away from the baby, brushing sansa’s hair, doing their sewing together. it is then that sansa realizes that this behavior of warming up to her father’s bastard is invalidating her mother (which duh, wasn’t but she’s an impressionable child). sansa then resumes her neutral disposition against jon.

years later, back at king’s landing - she grows to miss him.

when they’re reunited, she’s thrilled to see him, he brings her comfort. that’s when they truly begin to bond and she realizes what a brat she had been their whole childhood. she regrets it more than anything. 

also i'm tagging @poweresides bc i just love our jon / sansa atm and i use this headcanon in my portrayal during our thread

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𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 , the gods had not been kind to the starks. in fact , she had grown to lack faith at all , for no gods would find an abundance of cruelty to be worthy of a house that has been nothing but honorable. it is with a force she wills herself to believe that she is finally here , finally safe , and finally reunited with family.

as she's lowered to the ground , sansa cannot help the starry eyes that look to her brother. he was a man grown , 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑. neither of them were the children they left behind in winterfell all those years ago. how far they've come , the years gone by evident on their faces. there will be time , she hopes , to learn of all that transpired during their absences. what brought him to be commander , what brought her here.

jon's words are urgent , there seems to be a fierce desire to leave the eyes lingering on them. sansa understands , maybe she hadn't always. the sansa he knew was naive and trusted all , though now she is a woman hardened , unwilling to trust anyone who hadn't her blood ( though lysa arryn has proved this false as well ). she follows jon inside , curious eyes taking in her surroundings. there were no exaggerations of the shortcomings of castle black , though it is enough to make her feel safe when in this life , few things could.

 ❝ so , lord commander of the night's watch? ❞ the question falls lamely out of her mouth , though it is almost awkward to remain silent. there's so much she wants to say , yet words are failing. she cannot even begin to think of where to start , so much transpired , so much changed.  ❝ father would be very proud of you , jon.❞ a soft smile ,  ❝ i'm proud of you. you've truly made something of yourself in this world. ❞

EACH STEP FEELS LIKE SOMEONE ELSE HAS TAKEN CONTROL OF HIS BODY - it's as if he's floating outside of it , watching himself. This was different from those moments he became ghost ; there was something melancholy within him as he swings the sword - BECAUSE A MAN WHO PASSES THE SENTENCE , MUST BE THE ONE TO DO SO. Their Lord Father's words ring in his ears , yet the voice itself is unrecognizable. The bodies hang until they are cut down , burned to ensure they could not come back. Could not slaughter the inhabitants of Castle Black. Afterwards , he returns to his chambers , he swills a glass of watered down wine around his cup. RESTLESS ; he leaves once more , descending the steps slowly , afraid he might lose his footing. RESSURECTION / REBIRTH - whatever most preferred it to be called , was not painless. It was not without it's own consequences. His bones ache - he feels no warmth ; even within his heavy furs.

THE WORLD SEEMS TO STOP WHEN HE CATCHES A FLASH OF SCARLET - a flicker of bright blue eyes. For a second , it was as if Lady Catelyn's ghost was standing in the courtyard. Only when he regains his senses does he realize it is his sister.

HOW MANY NIGHTS HAD HE PRAYED FOR HER SAFETY? FOR ARYA'S , BRANS , RICKONS AND ROBBS? only to lose sight of them , or hear of their deaths? he moves quicker than his direwolf , arms wrapping around her , lifting her feet off the ground. IT'S A DREAM , he tells himself. He'll wake up at any second , surely?

Yet the snow continues to fall - the men continue to move around , restocking the armory , shifting broken armor.

"Sansa-" His voice catches , eyes stinging. Only when he hears her voice does he realize this is real. She is alive , safe here , at Castle Black. ONLY THE GODS KNEW HOW FAR SHE HAD TRAVELLED , what she had seen , what she had to do to survive. He does not care if he has to face an entire army , if she was followed. He'd cut them all down if necessary. No Lannister would ever harm a hair on her head again. He could only hope that they were not the last of the Starks but for now , Jon was grateful to see her again.

"You're freezing - you need a fire , some food , aye?" Better to get her out of the cold. Besides , there were too many eyes ; and he could not help but wonder how long it would be before one sent word to the Lannister's. TRUSTING THOSE AROUND HIM NOW - with the scars that littered his chest , felt impossible. His own brothers were under suspicion. It felt wrong ; yet , he couldn't help but remember how quickly some had turned upon him.