#robb i love you always but that was such a dumbass move

[imaybelactoseintolerant]

My dumbass wants to do another fic

I cannot for the life of me get game of thrones out of my head. I started watching it again, I've got the books out that I read in high school, and they are battered as hell, but I'm so glad I never got rid of them when I moved.

I looked for some good fics, but because I generally prefer to read oc fics, because I like seeing how people integrate new characters into the world, I'm kind of out of good fics to read. No shade to any fics like I'm about to describe, because I love them and I've read heaps of them, but I just wish there was someother stuff.

A lot of them are a Baratheon oc, which I love because there's so many fun things you can do with it, but it often just ends up being pretty samey across the board, wherein they don't really do anything, coast along with the plot and and just end up falling in love with Robb. I do remember reading one where a girl actually ended up fighting in the war, which was fun though.

I kind of wish people did more Lannister oc's, and I mean the child of Cersei and Jaime, because that is a great source of conflict for the character, because Cersei obviously loves her children, so even though she's an asshole and is super gross, the oc would still love their mother, at least to some degree.

Stark oc's can be interesting, and I think they tend to go in a lot of different directions; I've seen heaps where they get paired with Jaime, some with Petyr, plenty that don't pay attention to romance at all, and others where the oc is Jon's sibling.

I also love ones where they just make the character someone from a House that's basically just background, or someone who isn't even a noble. Going to the wall has a lot of potential, but it's not often it's done with more than simply following the plot, and this character is only adding in a few lines and not doing anything.

The ones I feel are really missed potential are Targaryen ocs. The ones I see are usually self inserts, which are totally valid and can be super fun when done right (I remember a Sansa one that was awesome that I can't remember the name of, and there's a fic called Lion-Heart with a reincarnated Lannister oc that's really good), or they make an oc who basically just takes Daenerys' place in the story. Otherwise, they get placed with the Stark's as a ward, which is an interesting concept and I've read a few of those, but I feel like it can be a middle finger to the massive continent of Essos. There's so much potential for an oc to just go out into the world and do things away from the plot, because really they don't always do much else besides follow the plot if they're with the main characters.

Let the Targaryen oc get a dragon, but don't just hand them the egg. Explore the magic in the world even briefly, or learn it, because it's super under used in fics. Make other randos in the world because it feels weird when we only see characters we recognise when there are so many possibilties.

tl;dr

I just want to read something different, where the oc isn't over powered or hyper competent, and where they add more to the plot than just a few lines of dialogue and falling in love with someone.

Love the fanfics I have read, cliches and all, because cliches are my jam. It's just getting to the point where my desperate brain is like 'just write the fic you want to read.'

If you guys have any good recs, send em through, because I'll read them. Maybe it'll curb my need to write my own.

[ladyalicentshightower]

Criston Cole isn't really been afforded a lot of nuance by the fandom and it's starting to annoy me.

I think a few more small scenes would've done so much, say hearing the ladies of the court gossiping over an illegitimate child or even he himself discussing his background with either Alicent or Rhaenyra, which would've added to his development and his eventual crisis of faith, his Catholic guilt. I think people forget Criston is one of the few main characters who isn't a noble or a direct part of the family. As an illegitimate child in Westeros, all his life he's been told that he is the sinful thing, that he was born of sin and therefore unclean as result. By taking the white cloak and becoming a King's guard, he was able to put that "sin" behind him and become "clean". By sleeping with Rhaenyra he's stained and tainted that, something he can't handle or stand at all. He committed the ultimate sin, he's broken his oath, stained his honor and may have created a child doomed to be unclean too (obviously no such child was conceived or born but there was always the chance one could've been and I think that ate Criston alive inside and will probably be a factor of why he behaves the way he does towards Rhaenyra's sons). It's why he's so eager to run off and marry Rhaenyra so he can (in his mind) set it right. He wants to see himself as clean again. It's why he confesses so quickly to Alicent (also did some of you not watch the episode? Criston knew Rhaenyra snuck out, he had no way of knowing Rhaenyra was even with Daemon, he wasn't in King's landing to hear the gossip regarding Daemon & Rhaenyra that Larys spoke of and he was summoned immediately by Alicent so of course he assumed the rumours Alicent spoke of was referring to him), to seek forgiveness and regain some of that "cleanliness" before dying. Alicent offers him salvation, sanctuary, forgiveness while Rhaenyra shattered the version of herself he had built up in his mind. She betrayed that ideal he had of her and cannot understand why the "sin" they committed haunts him so greatly. For her it was a pleasurable night they spent together, to him it is his damnation, his ultimate sin. It's why he follows Alicent, in his eyes she offers him salvation while Rhaenyra can only offer him ruination.

I could ramble so much more about this, I don't know what it is but Alicent and Criston and the religious themes surrounding them both is absolutely fascinating.

[peaceoutofthepieces]

chapter 34 (part II)

Fake Making-It

Social Media AU

part I

again, this isn’t proofread, because I literally wrote it all today, so sorry for any mistakes!

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Lucas feels a little lost. He’s been looking around for what feels like hours, and he can’t find Sander. He hasn’t seen Robbe, either, or their friends Moyo and Aaron.

He isn’t sure if he’s looking for Jens.

He finds himself in the dimly lit bathrooms, and he sighs, lifting his beer to his lips and taking a gulp. He moves to the sinks and glances at himself in the mirror, brushing a hand through his curls. It’s a pointless attempt, trying to coerce them back into place. He gives up fairly quickly and takes another drink. His heart has sped up to the slightly uncomfortable rhythm of intoxicated.

For a moment he just stands there, bottle hanging by his side, and takes a few slow breaths. It doesn’t really do anything to steady his heartbeat, but it helps clear his head a little. This is when he finally takes notice of the humming.

He furrows his brows and spins around, eyeing the closed stall in the corner. Listening more intently, he realises the humming is a quiet singing, and he creeps closer to the stall and stares at the door. From here he can make out a few words, but he doesn’t have to to recognise the voice.

“Jens?”

The singing stops.

Lucas waits, and after a moment, he hears the slide of the lock and the door swings open. It reveals Jens curled up in the cramped space, sitting on the closed toilet with his back to one wall and his feet pressed to the other. He has his own beer cradled in his lap, with his other hand still holding the door open, and he’s staring at Lucas.

Lucas purses his lips to stop them from turning up in a smile. “What are you doing?”

Jens is blushing slightly. He shrugs. “There’s more people now. They were staring at me.”

“So you’re hiding, by singing?”

“I didn’t think there was anyone in here,” he grumbles.

Lucas huffs a laugh, smile coming out in full. “Obviously.” He leans against the door of the stall as Jens rolls his eyes, and tilts his head consideringly. “Why didn’t you come get one of us?”

“Didn’t wanna bother you. Couldn’t find Robbe.”

Lucas hums. “I can’t find them either.”

“No Sander?”

“Nope, up and disappeared.”

Jens sniffs. “On Valentine’s Day?”

“It’s after midnight now, so…”

“Still. Shouldn’t have abandoned you.”

Lucas takes a long breath, quiet enough that Jens doesn’t notice, the musician having resorted to staring at the wall again. He doesn’t want to talk about this. He doesn’t want to think about it. Not when Jens is right here. Now when they’re supposed to be giving him a good night. He swallows down his protests and reassurances and instead says, “It’ll be really weird if someone finds you in here.”

“Yeah, but now you’re here.”

“I think that probably makes it weirder,” Lucas points out, smiling again. Jens doesn’t respond, and he sighs, knocking his fist on the stall door before turning on his heel. “Come on.”

He hears Jens scrambling after him with a small sound of protest. “What? I don’t wanna go back out there.”

“So we won’t. Well, we’ll just pass through.”

“Where are we going, then?”

Lucas looks around at him and raises his brows, pushing through the door back out to the bar. “Wherever you want.”

Slowly, Jens smiles.

They weave their way through the crowd, Jens sticking close behind him, so close that Lucas can feel his heat. He’s almost sure Jens actually has a hand curled in the back of his shirt, can feel the knuckles brushing against his spine. He ignores it and leads them to the room they’d left their coats, and Jens releases him to fish out his phone. He messages Robbe, to ask where the hell he is and to tell him they’re leaving. Before he has even hit send, there’s someone calling his name.

Lucas shoots a quick glance in that vague direction and doesn’t see any of their friends. He takes Jens by the wrist and draws him towards the front door, speeding up when more calls come and Jens begins urging him on. Lucas keeps a firm hold on him and gets them to the door. They’re almost running now, and they don’t stop as they burst through the door and start down the street. Beyond that, they’re laughing. Giggling like girls, downright giddy. Lucas is glad they had abandoned their beers in the bar, because by now he’s sure they’d have spilled them all over the street and themselves.

It’s only when they’ve made it onto a new street that they latch onto each other and stop, trying to catch their breath. Instead they catch each other’s eyes and break into laughter again.

Jens lets out an exaggerated ‘woo’ of relief, still clutching at Lucas’s collar. “Nice save,” he approves.

“Oh yeah,” Lucas snorts. He’s still holding onto both of Jens’s arms. “Very well thought out on my end.”

“My knight in shining armour,” Jens mocks, completing it with a small bow. He almost trips as he does so, and it sends them into another fit of giggles as he flounders for Lucas’s hand. Lucas waits until he’s steady, heart hammering, and then quickly lets go.

They take another moment to catch their breaths and look at where they’ve ended up, and then Lucas raises his brows at Jens.

Jens looks back at him and swallows. “There’s a swingset and stuff by the skatepark. It should be dead this late.”

Lucas tucks his hands into the pockets of his coats and nods, finding his lips drawing up in a smile again. “Lead the way.”

They’re quiet as they make their way through the dark streets, still sticking close but no longer touching. Jens scuffs his feet every few steps, and Lucas wonders if he wishes he was skating. It seems, even now, like his preferred method of transport. He picks up the pace, and Lucas does his best to keep up with the other’s longer legs.

They make it to a small park, set up with a kids climbing frame and slide and, as promised, a swingset. Jens makes a beeline directly for it and sits on one of them, tucking his arms around the chains and digging his feet into the ground to start pushing himself back and forth.

For a moment, Lucas simply watches, smiling. He had wondered if Jens was actually taking a day off, giving himself time to chill, but he hadn’t seemed at all relaxed in the bar. Now, however, he does, swinging gently back and forth with his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips, uncaring of Lucas watching him. Then he opens his eyes and meets Lucas’s, and beckons him over with a flick of his hand.

Lucas goes. It takes a moment to get settled comfortably in the swing, and he wishes he’d just worn his denim jacket instead of the long black coat he kept for more formal occasions. He’d watched Jens’s eyes sweep over him at the start of the night, however, and that had reassured him of his choice.

He wraps his hands around the chains and kicks himself into a swinging motion. “This is pretty much exactly like the one Isa used to love at home.”

“Isa?” Jens questions.

“One of my friends from school,” Lucas explains, smiling wider. “We still talk. For some reason she used to think a swingset was a great place for serious conversation.”

Jens huffs, pushing himself to match the speed and height of Lucas’s swings. “Okay. Serious conversation time, then.”

“Oh shit. Walked into that one.”

Jens huffs again, shooting him a grin. “When did you get into designing? Or how?”

“Oh.” This is a much safer topic than Lucas had expected. “I don’t know. I always kind of liked art, but even that, I kept it mostly private, just doodling and stuff where no one would see. I kind of dulled everything about myself down like that. My fashion sense was just as good as yours, which…”

“Hey,” Jens protests, though he’s fighting a smile.

Lucas grins, shrugging. “Then, I don’t know, it didn’t feel like me. So one day I just started fucking around with some of my clothes. I bought this like, multi-pack of kids fabric paint and just went for it. It was a fucking mess.”

Jens laughs, loud and surprised. “But it made you think, hey, I just wanna do this for the rest of my life?”

“God, no,” Lucas snorts, and Jens laughs louder. “But it still felt...good. I made the mess look purposeful and turned it into this paint-splatter, tie-dye, rainbow thing and I wore it the next day and Isa’s friend, Engel, kept asking where I got it and then begged me to make her something when I explained and, I don’t know. Since then I just kind of started, making stuff for my friends, and it spiraled from there.”

“And now here you are,” Jens muses.

“With the biggest celebrity in Antwerp.”

It’s teasing more than it is genuine, and Jens scoffs and twists his swing around to kick at Lucas, resulting in a rough tangle of legs. Jens yelps and grabs onto the chains with his hands when he’s almost tugged from the seat. Lucas tosses his head in a laugh and almost tips backwards. They’re both probably a little bit tipsy. Not drunk, definitely not, but both had clearly been on their way. Jens possibly more so than him.

“How are you?” Lucas thinks to ask. “After everything today. Was the stressing necessary?”

Jens starts swinging again and thinks before shaking his head. “No, probably not. I mean it when I say it’s not why I do it, you know, the whole publicity thing. I didn’t decide I wanted to be a celebrity, I just love making music and I thought how cool it would be if I managed to do it for a living. But then when people actually like it...it feels good, you know? It feels like I’m doing something but also like, I don’t know, I’m understood. Like people like me for what I have to say.”

“Or it could be because you’re hot.”

This startles another laugh out of Jens. “Okay, objectify me some more, why don’t you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Dumbass.” Jens grins.

“Hey, we’re having a serious conversation,” Lucas protests, kicking out at him this time, unable to help grinning back. Jens mimes zipping his lips and Lucas nods approvingly. “When did you realise this is what you wanted to do?”

Jens doesn’t hesitate. “Always. Music is the only thing I ever felt really passionate about, I guess. For the same reason as you. It’s just my version of art that makes me feel like myself.”

Lucas drags his feet against the grass underneath him until he stops swinging. Jens has already stilled, and he turns his head to look at Lucas. “You always do that,” Lucas says. “Say things like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you understand. You say it so confidently. Like you know me.”

“Don’t I?” Jens asks, brow furrowed and still smiling slightly. Before Lucas can answer, he says, “If I don’t, I want to.”

Lucas swallows. His question comes out as a whisper. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Jens admits.

Lucas sways slightly, looking down at the ground even as he twists his body towards Jens, listening. Jens’s feet creep towards his own as he twists around, too.

“I just want to. I don’t know, I feel like you understand, too. I just like you. I want to know you and I want you to know me.”

It shocks Lucas into looking at him, and it also shocks him into silence.

Jens’s cheeks turn rosy, and Lucas guesses it isn’t from the cold. Jens laughs nervously and slides his feet, accidentally knocking into Lucas’s. “Sorry, that was probably weird. I’m just—I’m not used to getting to know people like you, Lucas, and it just, it feels good. I don’t think there even is anyone else like you.”

Lucas leans forward and kisses him.

It’s soft. Tentative. A drawn-out press of lips, frozen in a drawn-out second in time, all in the single breath caught in Lucas’s throat. Then Jens presses back, raises his hand to cup Lucas’s head, and time jerks back into motion.

Lucas instantly reaches up to grab his face, pulling him in, and Jens’s free hand comes to grip his wrist and hold him in place. Lucas’s heart batters at his ribs, grateful.

He’s not sixteen anymore. He’s had his fair share of kisses. It shouldn’t—usually doesn’t—make him nervous. But this, Jens, is something he doesn’t think he ever could have prepared himself for. Jens is careful and he isn’t. He’s experienced, knows what he’s doing, and yet he takes it easy, waits for Lucas to respond to every move before making another. His kiss is gentle and his grip is tight, lips warm and fingers cold. Lucas is less focused on the tongue in his mouth and more aware of the riot in his stomach, the beat of his pulse in his ears. Kissing Jens is nothing and everything like he expected, as surprising and beautiful as the man himself. Lucas can’t remember why he hasn’t done this before. He doesn’t know why he hasn’t been doing this, kissing Jens, forever. Or at least, since he first saw him.

Then Jens is shoving him away and Lucas almost topples off his swing, breath rushing out of him as his heart plummets.

Jens wipes his mouth and harshly says, “What the fuck?”

Lucas gapes. He tries to speak and only makes a wounded, croaky noise. He clears his throat and licks his lips before managing to ask, “What?”

“What the hell are you doing?”

Jens looks furious. Lucas doesn’t understand. “I—did you not want to? But you...you kissed me back.”

Jens laughs, and even that sounds angry. “So it’s my fault. No. Fuck that. Fuck you. Fuck.”

“Jens,” Lucas pleads.

“No, fuck, look. I don’t know, what’s going on with you and Sander but I—no. I won’t do this. Jesus, Lucas, why would you make me do that?”

Oh. Oh fuck. That’s why he’s never done this before.

“Oh, no, Jens, no. You’ve—it’s not what you think, I swear—“

“Whatever you have going on, figure it out, Lucas. But I can’t—I’m not that person. I’m not being that person. After I told you—fuck, I’m not a consolation prize.” Jens stands up abruptly, and Lucas follows, but Jens holds a hand out before he can step any closer. “Don’t,” he says sharply.

They stare at each other in a silent standoff, Lucas feeling his world crumble as he watches the same thing happen to Jens’s resolve. Jens’s hand falls back to his side, and he looks entirely sober now as he gazes at Lucas with glistening eyes.

“I thought we were actually friends,” Jens says, voice trembly. Lucas shakes his head, pleading. “But after everything I said, you’re just like everyone else.”

“Jens, please, just listen to me,” Lucas begs.

He steps closer and Jens steps back. “Why should I?” he demands. “What are you going to say? I don’t want your explanations or excuses, Lucas. I thought you were honest.”

Lucas feels like he’s openly wounded. Bleeding. Surely Jens can see that. Surely he knows that he’s wrong. But Lucas—Lucas can’t tell him. He’d promised. He’d promised his best friend.

“Well?” Jens pushes.

Lucas shakes his head helplessly, and Jens’s expression falls the rest of the way. “Just—can you let me take you home? You shouldn’t be out alone like this.”

Jens laughs, but it’s just a breath. Incredulous. He takes another few steps back, shaking his head. “Don’t. Just—just don’t.” Then he’s turning on his heel and walking away.

Lucas wants to go after him. He should. He knows he should. But he can’t. There’s no point.

There’s nothing he can say.

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[ayellowcurtain]

For a slice in the life: could you write something about Sobbe not being together, yet, and sander works at a museum and robbe comes in super late and something happens and they get locked in together?

Robbe walks around the place with no rush even though it’s a little bit dark and he would be scared any other day. He’s feeling a rush he never felt before, he looks over his shoulder and Sander is still there, following, interested in where Robbe is going or if he has any questions Sander can help with the answers.

He shakes his head and laughs under his breath, almost sure Sander can’t hear it. This feels like an outside of the body experience. Like it’s freshly out of a romantic, classic movie.

A storm made him rush inside the first door he ran into, his favorite museum where, by accident, his platonic love works. It’s late, the museum was closed and now he’s stuck inside an art museum, talking to his dream guy who he only watched from afar before this, never even had the guts to say hi, or think about a random art question to start some conversation that wouldn’t sound dumb or too easy to be asked.

Sander looks at him in a way that makes Robbe blush before saying a word, he feels all his body go into overdrive and he can feel Sander is reading right through him. So he doesn’t try to find an excuse. Fuck it. If Sander can read him, at least Robbe won’t have to say what he feels.

“I like working here…”

Robbe jumps with the sudden smooth voice behind him, looking over his shoulder. “What?”

Sander snorts. “That’s a question people often ask me. Thought you would like to ask too.”

Robbe starts walking even slower, looking up to see the light that comes through the high windows right before the loud thunder. Sander catches up, walking next to him.

“Do you make art too? Or to just look and talk about it?” Robbe asks, now even more curious since the awkwardness is slowly being forgotten.

“I like looking at pretty, interesting things, yeah. But I try to make some things too.” Sander shrugs, and Robbe notices a hint of doubt in the way he talks.

“Really? What type?”

“I like drawing, taking pictures...sometimes I spray paint.” Robbe’s heart starts beating even faster. He went to a place to spray paint not too long ago. It felt fun and exhilarating. He’s still not sure if because it was illegal or actually fun. “And you, nameless boy that comes here every week, any interest in arts? I don’t like assuming things but you do come here often so I assume you like some paintings, at least.”

Robbe stutters in his thoughts, only then realizing he never said his name. They just looked at each other and at the storm outside, and Robbe managed to lie like it was something that made sense, saying he was going to look around for a minute and Sander followed him. He knows his name because he uses the tag with it.

“Robbe.” He stops and offers his hand like a dumbass, introducing himself and asking for a handshake five minutes after meeting the boy. Sander looks at his hand and smiles, finally shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Robbe.” He keeps shaking their hands, and Robbe feels like one of them has to break it, to let go but they don’t until they both do a lot later than what a handshake should last.

“Nice to meet you too.”

Robbe closes his hand, hoping that way he can hold the feeling for a second longer. Sander’s hand feels like how an artist's hand would feel, Robbe assumes. It’s nice, the feeling of knowing how it is to hold a boy’s hand, the boy of his dreams.

“So, Robbe, do you like art?”

“I like making videos…”

“Really? Never tried that one.” Sander seems to think about the possibility now that it was mentioned.

Robbe sighs, shaking his head. “It’s a thing I do for myself, nobody knows about it.”

Sander nods his head. “Is it bad if I ask why I am the first? I’m flattered, honestly. I’m very curious though.”

It’s not like Robbe hides it from people. He’s sure his mom and at least Jens and Moyo already saw him filming things for no reason. They don’t ask why or to see what he’s doing so he doesn’t tell them either. Sander is the first one to show any interest.

“Nobody ever asked. So it’s no big deal.”

Sander laughs, walking a little too close. “Well, I was hoping it was a big deal. I was thinking I was important already…”

Robbe looks down, blushing from head to toe, he’s sure. If he was brave enough he would ask why there is so much interest. Nobody is ever that interested in what he’s thinking or what he wants to say. Robbe craves like he can’t even admit. Robbe craves a lot and lets it out very little. He craves affection, interest, attention, love, care.

“You want to be important?” He asks before he can sabotage himself with the constant self-doubt.

Sander moves his head quietly, like he’s not sure what he’s trying to say, if it’s a no head shake or a yes. He finally nods his head.

“It would be nice.”

Robbe smiles without meaning too, his heart beating all over his body, almost making him shake or faint, one of the two.

“I’ve noticed you before...I think you are the person I’ve seen the most since I started working here.”

In the back of his mind, Robbe knew it would be hard to go completely unnoticed. He comes here basically every day he can. He’s not sure if Sander noticed him stealing quick looks whenever he was busy with another visitor. He hopes he didn’t notice that part.

“Is it too much if I ask if the reason why you come here so often is me?”

Robbe laughs nervously because everything he has of shyness, Sander has in his bravery to ask anything so bluntly. But he likes Sander, likes the ideas of him that Robbe created watching him interact with his visitors. If he misses the one opportunity he might have with the boy, Robbe won’t stop hating himself for it. He turns on his heels, contracting every muscle in his body with anxiety.

“If the answer is yes, what will you think?”

“Of you?”

“Generally, I think.” Robbe shakes his head, trying to fix his hair to look better without showing he’s trying.

“I would be happy, generally. You interest me…”

“I do?” Robbe frowns, surprised he would ever interest anyone. Sander nods his head, smiling comfortably.

“You’re cute.” They walk back to the first floor, walking around the empty, long halls, adjusting any bench that might be slightly out of place grabbing some piece of paper an art student might have dropped while taking notes to throw it in the nearest trash.

“Do you have a favorite art piece here?”

Sander nods his head, stopping to sit on one of the benches. “You.”

Robbe blushes, looking down and turning to sit next to him, not too close.

“Are you always this flirty with your visitors?”

Sander snorts, messing up the back of his hair like he’s nervous. Robbe stares to take that in because it doesn’t seem to happen often.

“Sorry. Shit, sorry. I’ll stop, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Robbe moves to look at him, feeling bad for the over use of apologies because he’s often the one to do it.

“There’s no need to apologize, I’m not uncomfortable because of you.” Robbe digs his short nail against his palm. “I never thought you would flirt with me. But it’s nice.”

Sander frowns like he just said the most absurd thing. Robbe wishes so badly he could film Sander right now, or at least take a picture. He wants to have proof of this moment, of being stuck inside a museum with his platonic crush. Nothing that you save in your memory has this many details, like the thick, dark eyebrows, with the black shirt and tanned skin in contrast with the white hair. He’s a dream, a lot more beautiful than any of the art pieces on the walls.

“It’s funny that you say that because I was nervous to flirt with you. To, hm, try and see what happens because it took me weeks to gather the courage to introduce myself. And you’re here, thinking I would never flirt with you.” He takes a second, trying to understand. “Why?”

“You’re a cool guy, confident and social and smart and into the arts. I’m pretty basic for you.”

Robbe gets up to see the piece on the wall in front of them but he’s seen this one so many times that he doesn’t really stare at it for long, looking at Sander again.

“You think too far ahead. I try to take things minute by minute. I read this somewhere, or watched somewhere and it feels right. Thinking too far in the future gives me too much anxiety. But you don’t seem too basic for me, not now, not ever.”

Robbe taps his feet on the ground, the noises of the rain dying down outside but still being loud enough to make it hard for him to hear his own nervous noises.

“Do you feel like grabbing a coffee? Maybe tomorrow afternoon.”

Sander smiles, looking at him, always feeling like he looks for a second too long but in a good way, feels comforting and not inquisitive.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Where do you study? I can stop by and we can walk to whatever coffee place you like.”

Robbe blushes, already daydreaming about Sander there, waiting for him outside his school for them to go on a date. Everyone might see him, and Robbe won’t know how to explain it. He can already imagine Zoe or Jana rushing to ask about him the next morning.

They exchange phone numbers and Sander offers to show him his second favorite thing in the museum

[pepethehobbit]

Wish you were here - A Notting Hill Au

So I guess the title is self explanatory. I just love love love Notting Hill so much and I couldn’t stop thinking about vds and now it’s here. This is the first chapter, I don’t know how many there are going to be but I will definitely continue writing it. This can be read without having watched the movie of course. So without further ado, here is the first chapter! Thank you for reading! It’s also on AO3.

It’s a quiet day. It always is actually. The shop is in a rather  quiet part of town, where not many tourists get lost in. The people who  come here are ones that specifically search for them and those aren’t  too many either. Apart from the one lost customer, who just asked for  the new Niels Destadsbader album on vinyl, no one else has come into the  shop today. Jens has to refrain himself from rolling his eyes at the  guy with a weird mullet like hair cut and clothes that looks like he   stepped out of an 80’s music video. What he does though, is share a look  of quiet exasperation and amusement with Sander who is stacking the   shelves with the new special edition vinyls of David Bowie’s Welcome to the Blackout  live concertalbum from his show in London in 1978. Jens took over the  shop from his father when he died and asked Sander to help him run it.  Because even though Jens loves music he is no expert in the area of  Bowie, Queen and the sorts. Those are the ones his father loved the most  which is why he opened the store to share his love for the music and  the artists.

Jens tries to inform the customer as kindly as  possible that they only sell the works of David Bowie, Queen and Pink  Floyd (as indicated on the front window of the shop, seriously, can’t  people read?) but that he is welcome to have a look around if he wants  to look for alternatives. Although he can’t really imagine that the guy  would find something for his music taste if he asked for Niels freaking Destadsbader in the first place. But to his surprise the guy stays and takes a look   around. Maybe he will actually buy something and Jens would make his   first sale for the day, or more accurately the week. Sander seems to   have finished shelving the new vinyls and comes up to Jens behind the   cash register.

“I’m gonna take my break now and meet Robbe for lunch, that alright?”  

Jens  smiles at him and nods in agreement. “Sure, I think I can handle this dumbass customer on my own.” Sander snorts in answer, gives him a pat on  the shoulder and says: “Alright, good luck. See you later.”

Still  behind the counter, Jens hears how the door shuts behind Sander and   tries to concentrate on what he sees as his real job. He’s supposed to   write the music for this period drama full of important Hollywood actors  and even though Jens is a secret sucker for a good Jane Austen movie he  isn’t feeling very inspired today. The struggle to create the perfect  romantic mood with his music probably stems from the fact that his own  love life is practically non-existent right now. The dates he has always  end up dumping him when he can’t find the time for them because of his  two jobs.  Alternatively, his dates find out he writes music for big  Hollywood films and hope that through him they get to meet some  celebrities, which is usually around the time where it’s Jens’ turn to  dump them. His last real relationship has been after he just finished  college. They were together for two years until Peter had to move across  country for his job and Jens wasn’t ready to follow him, because his  father had just died and he needed to take care of the shop. They stayed  in contact for a while but soon his ex-boyfriend met someone new and  Jens has had a series of dates which ranged from pretty pleasant to  mindnumbingly boring to deeply disturbing (aka the one time Sander and  Robbe tried to set him up with one of Sander’s art friend). But in the  last three years there hasn’t been anyone who Jens wanted to stay with  or who wanted to stay with Jens for that matter. Jens tries to shove the  thoughts of his non-existent love life aside and focuses on the musical  scores right in front of him.

He looks up easily distracted when  he hears the door again, expecting Sander who just forgot his wallet or  something, ready to throw a teasing remark his way when everything in  him freezes and his brain is trying to comprehend the person who just  stepped into his shop. He obviously tried to hide who he is with a snap  back on his head and sunglasses that he just tucked away in the pocket  of his jean jacket but Jens recognizes the bright blue eyes and the  blonde curls that stick out anyway.

Lucas van der Heijden.

Obviously  Jens knows who that is, basically everyone knows who that is. You would  have to live behind the moon to be oblivious of Lucas van der Heijden.  Here are the facts that Jens knows about him. He is an academy award  winning actor, he was actually born in the Netherlands but moved to the  UK with his family when he was a teenager, Jens has had a ridiculous  crush on him since he saw his first movie which jump started his acting  career (Jens may or may not have watched every single film of him  since), he came out as gay two years ago and most importantly, he is  currently standing in Jens’ old record shop.

Lucas van der  Heijden doesn’t seem to pay him any attention and begins to roam the  shop looking actually kind of interested. He is in front of the Pink  Floyd collection when Jens sees the 80’s music video customer put a  record inside his jacket. He actually kind of forgot that this person  was still in his shop and any kind of distraction in form of   internationally known, beautiful actors leave his mind when he goes to   deal with the thief. He walks up to him, clears his throat and taps him on the shoulder to turn around.

“I saw that you put the record   under your jacket, so either you are going to pay for that now or you   put it back, leave this shop right now and preferably never come back.”

Niels  Destadsbader guy looks at him with the dumbest expression Jens has ever  seen on another human being, while getting the record out of his   jacket. “I was going to pay for it later.”

Jens just scoffs,   snatches the record out of the guy’s hand and says: “Just leave man, I   don’t want you in my shop.” With that he walks back to the register   where the other customer is already waiting. Right. Lucas van der   Heijden was still in his shop, probably witnessed this whole mess and   looks like he wants to buy the Wish you were here album by Pink Floyd.

Jens  doesn’t notice that the thief follows him to the register and is now   looking awestruck at Lucas. But the actor doesn’t seem to notice as he   looks at Jens with wide eyes and their gazes meet for the first time. As  cliché as it sounds, Jens kind of forgets everything around him for a while and is unable to look away from the depth of Lucas’s ocean blue   eyes until a voice pulls him from his trance.

“Can I have your autograph?”

Lucas  seems slightly taken aback for a moment, glances at Jens once more with  an expression of disbelief but then turns with a charming smile towards  the guy who tried to steal from him just now. Jens honestly has no idea  what’s going on right now and can’t help but to continue looking at  Lucas.

“Sure. What’s your name?” Lucas continues to smile at the  thief and Jens is a little pissed that he is being so nice to the guy  who wanted to steal from him.

“Derek.”

“Well, Derek. Do you have something I can sign?”

Derek  scrambles for something in his pocket and gives Lucas a small book   which he opens on the first page along with a pen. Jens has a pretty   good view from where he is standing in front of Lucas behind the   register and can’t resist to have a look at what Lucas is writing. It’s pretty obvious that he is watching and he thinks he sees Lucas nudge the  book more in his direction to see it even better.

You’re an asshole, Derek. I hope your ridiculous hair cut makes it impossible for you to ever get laid.

Sincerely, Lucas van der Heijden

Jens can barely hold back the laughter when Lucas gives the book  back to Derek with a charming smile, who reads it, looks up with an even  dumber expression than the one when Jens confronted him, stutters a  “Thanks” and basically runs from the shop. Jens looks after Derek when  he leaves but notices that Lucas’ gaze is still on him. Jens turns his  attention back to him who looks like he can barely contain his smile,  their eyes meet again and just like that both of them break out laughing  while looking at each other.

Jens has heard Lucas laugh before.  Only in his movies of course but even there it sounded beautiful to  Jens. It doesn’t compare to hearing and seeing it right in front of him  and he has to refrain himself from ogling Lucas. He is sure that he has  enough of that in his life, which is probably why he came to the shop in  the first place, to hide.

Their laughing winds down and Lucas is  the first to speak, smile remaining wide on his face. “Well, that was   surely something. Do you think he will sell it on Ebay now?”

Jens  can’t help but snort and shake his head in disbelief. “If he wants to keep the last of his dignity it would be smart for him if he didn’t.”

“Yeah,  he didn’t really make the smartest impression to me, to be honest.”   Jens laughs again but doesn’t know what to say apart from “No, not   really huh”. Lucas fixates him with a curious gaze and stretches his   hand towards Jens. “I’m Lucas.”

Jens stares dumbly at the offered  hand and then up into Lucas’s face whose curious expression changed   into an amused one. After a few seconds too late Jens finally raises his  own hand to shake Lucas’s and tries to ignore the pleasant shiver that  runs down his spine when his fingers embrace the soft skin of Lucas’s hand.

“I’m Jens.” Lucas’s smile widens even more and he squeezes  Jens’s hand once more before letting it go. “Very pleased to meet you,  Jens.” And Jens never wants to hear someone else say his name ever   again, because from now on Jens only wants to hear his name when it is   leaving Lucas’s lips.

Jens doesn’t know what to say other than a stupid “Likewise” and it seems that this is the end of his conversation  with Lucas van der Heijden. The actor clears his throat, looks down at  the record he put down on the register and says: “I’d like to buy this  please.”

“Yeah right, of course, sorry.” Jens seems to have lost  his chill completely and curses himself in his head for it. Lucas is  just another customer, just because he is a world known actor and the  most beautiful man Jens has ever seen doesn’t mean that he should treat  him any different. Lucas probably has enough of those people in his  life. He scans the vinyl record of Wish you were here and tells Lucas his total. He pays, Jens bags it for him and with a last “Goodbye, Jens” Lucas freaking van der Heijden has left his shop and Jens’s life, probably forever.

When  Sander comes back from his break, smiling his Robbe induced smile Jens  still hasn’t moved from his place behind the counter. He sits there with  a stunned expression because what the actual fuck just happened.

[littlerockerao3]

throbb — 59. “Don’t touch me.” 💗

Sorry, this took a while. Hope you like it!

~~~

Robb passed the paint roller brush over the wall, covering another spot. He had to be careful and try not to step into all of the boxes around the living room, or he would have most likely broken something expensive, definitely the fancy Dornish vase his mother had got him (well, them actually) after he moved in his own (their own) place. It was somewhere in a box with the text ‘fragile’ written on it, but it was not so easy to find, since Theon had written ‘fragile’ in almost every box, ‘you try and scratch my ps5 and you’re dead’ he had told him, and Robb had replied with ‘I get that, but since when porn magazines are fragile?’.

He didn’t even know why he had agreed to move in with Theon: it wouldn’t have done him any good. Sure, on the one side, he got to see him everyday (especially when he got out the shower), but on the other, he got to see the man he fell in love with hooking up with everyone, every night.

He shook his head, trying not to think about it, and admired the wall in front of him, his hands sticky and covered in paint.

“Powder blue in the end?” he heard a voice say, but when he turned around, Theon had already disappeared into the kitchen.

“Yeah, you like that?” Robb replied, quite loudly so that his roommate could hear him.

There was a noise of a drawer opening, as Theon said: “What about Perwinkle though?”

“My bedroom, probably.” Robb smiled lightly: he was happy to know Theon listened to him when he talked about the silliest and most boring things ever, such as which color was best suitable for the walls in their brand new living room. It made him feel like... like Theon enjoyed listening to him. Well, they were best friends, of course, but Robb treasured every little things that involved the both of them, somehow thinking that, deep inside, his feelings for the black haired man were mutual for Theon. But that was just a silly and childish fantasy, and he should have stopped: Theon didn’t like him, not romantically. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have hooked up with every girl or guy he laid his eyes on: Theon was such a flirt he wouldn’t have even bothered to hit on Robb as well, if he had been interested in him. But he never did, so that meant he wasn’t. Life sucked.

“Okay, and what about the kitchen?” Theon’s voice was now clearer to hear, so Robb turned around to face his roommate: “I was thinking peach will do just fine, what do you... where are you going?” he frowned.

Theon had his hair tied in a bun, a white fancy shirt on with a few buttons left open, showing his chest hair. Black skinny jeans, expensive shoes. Robb could smell his brander perfume from the end of the room.

God, he was so damn beautiful. And the answer to his question was so obvious: he would have gone out and fucked someone, someone that wasn’t Robb, someone that would have never considered Theon in those clothes as hot as Robb thought he was. Someone who would have seen him that night only, then never again (hopefully). Someone that would have never had the chance to see Theon in his pajamas, his hair all messy, his reading glasses falling down his nose as he cursed and pushed them up again, with those stupid rainbow textured slippers and his pink glittery socks. Only Robb would have seen him in such way, yet Robb was the only one who never had the chance to see him naked.

He watched carefully as Theon rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, distractedly, and answered: “Oh some dude I met on Tinder, I should be back before 1:00am.” he shrugged, and Robb tried his best not to clench his fists.

“Oh it’s a guy this time?” he asked, his lump in his throat silently threatening to choke him.

Theon smiled. Obviously, he always smiled. He was blind as a bat in front of evidence but he smiled, and if he smiled, then he had everything and everyone wrapped around his finger.

“Yeah it’s what bisexuality implies, you heterosexual ignorant.” He chuckled.

Robb gulped, and this time he couldn’t help but clench his fists and jaw: how couldn’t he realize it? How? He so wanted to tell him but.. they had just moved in there, they just bought a house together, he didn’t want him to leave. Because he would have left, if he knew. Why should have he stayed? They were best friends, it was creepy to know your best friend was in love with you, they had slept together when they were kids! He just couldn’t tell him.

“What?” Theon said, that smirk still on his lips, his eyebrows lightly arched towards the ground, showing a small pinch of confusion.

“What?” Robb replied, trying to get his expression back to normal.

Theon shrugged simply: “You’re staring at me like I had a third eye.” he explained, then adjusted his expensive watch around his wrist. God he was so well dressed and beautiful and he just had to meet some ‘random dude I met on Tinder’. Robb could have punched him, if that wouldn’t have ruined his perfect face. Actually, I’m sure he’d look even more attractive, the damn fucker.

Robb shook his head: “No it’s just... it’s the fourth one this week.”

Theon stared at him in complete confusion: “Yeah, so what?” he started, a sound similar to a half chuckle escaping his mouth.

“It’ll do you good to try it, maybe with some dude as well: you don’t know what you’re missing, some proper ass eating is way better than a blowjob, sometimes”

Yeah but only if that was by a certain someone.

“Maybe you could show me, instead.” Robb snapped, the quietest whisper, a thought that had just been spoken out loud. But Theon heard him: “What did you just say?”

“Nothing.” Robb replied immediately, biting his tongue. Stupid dumbass.

Theon opened his mouth, his tongue touching his palate and then popping back down: “Oh that definitely wasn’t nothing, repeat it.” he said, getting closer.

Robb turned around, grabbed the paint roller brush again and went back to painting the wall: “I didn’t say a shit, Theon. Go to your motherfucking date.” he mumbled.

An amused sigh. That was what came out of Theon’s mouth.

“Oh my god, it’s bothering you.”

Robb closed his eyes: “It’s not bothering me.”

“Yes it is!” Theon sounded surprised, shocked, and that was just the reaction Robb had always feared would happen and there it was, under his eyes.

He turned back around to stare at him in the eye: it would have been painful to lie to him straight to his face, especially because Theon was his best friend and god, he was in love with him, but Theon just didn’t have to know. After a small bickering they could have made up and forgot everything, but none of that would have happened after a love confession, and this Robb knew.

So he lied: “I don’t even like you that way, Theon.”

The black haired man, his hands gripping his own hips tight, shook his head and looked away: “Well I do, instead.”

Robb blinked. Once, twice, three times.

“What?” he got to have misunderstood. He couldn’t have just said that.

“Oh for the love of god, Robb.”Theon snapped suddenly, grabbing his phone and apparently scrolling down some photos. Robb could clearly see he was nervous, or maybe just annoyed or mad, by the way his fingers were violently tapping the screen. Once he found what he was looking for, he showed Robb the picture.

“This was supposed to be my date, tonight.”

Robb stared at the dude in the picture. He had took a selfie in his bathroom mirror. He was a guy around Theon’s age, a quite good looking one. He had red curly hair, pale blue eyes and freckles on his cheek, neck and shoulders. Robb had freckles also on his arms, chest and hips and his eyes were a bit brighter than the guy’s but damn, they looked alike, and Robb just could not deny it.

He gulped again, as he tried to speak out. He wanted to say something wise, but all that came out his mouth was just: “You’re into redheads?”

Theon looked up to the ceiling, in that typical expression of his, the one that said ‘you’re so stupid it’s annoying’ that was usually saved for Jon, Robb’s brother.

“I’m into you.” he exclaimed.

“But I thought you... I mean, first Jeyne and then...” he suddenly got nervous.

“you never showed attraction towards any man, I thought you were straight.” he shrugged again, looking down at his black expensive shoes.

Robb could not believe his ears: the man he loved liked him back and never told him because... because he thought he was straight? That never stopped Theon! His motto was ‘heterosexuality doesn’t exist’ and fuck, maybe that was true, because... because...

“Maybe I am but... I like you.” Robb confessed, his cheek starting to burn and get rosier.

Now, Theon’s eyes laid on Robb’s: “You do?” he asked him. Robb could clearly see a very light shadow of hope in his brown eyes.

He sighed: well, now you have nothing left to loose, at least.

“No, I love you.” he said, regretting it right after: Theon’s face fell. Like, it literally fell: his eyes widened, his mouth opened lightly, not to smile this time. He was so shocked Robb feared he could have had a heart attack.

“You do?” he whispered.

Robb shrugged, and nodded distractedly, straight straight into the paint can: “You heard that.”

As he looked away, he heard steps approaching him. Three steps, exactly three steps. And suddenly he could feel Theon’s breath against his own.

“I’ve been loving you since we were kids and... all this time, you have loved me back?” Theon said, still whispering, his eyes still shocked, wide and confused.

Robb nodded, very slowly: “Apparently.”

Their noses brushed together, shyly. Theon rested a hand on his hip: “Can... can I kiss you?”

Like you even had to ask for it, you asshole.

Robb hugged Theon by his waist, tight, and smashed their lips together in an angry but loving and desperate kiss. He had dreamed of doing it for so long. Dreaming Theon wouldn’t pull back, dreaming they could stay like that forever or do it everytime they wanted. Waking up every single day next to each other and sharing a good morning kiss. Saying goodbye to each other when they had to leave for work with a kiss. Giving each other a welcome home kiss when one of them got back from work and the other made dinner. Cuddling and kissing each other while sitting on the couch watching tv. Then going to bed, and kiss each other hungrily as they made love. And finally, kissing each other goodnight before starting it all again the next day. It was all Robb craved the most. And it was happening, right now.

Theon pulled away, gently, his smirk back on his now puffier and rosier lips. He looked down at his shirt, and they both noticed the powder blue fingertips Robb had left on his fancy white shirt.

“Fuck, you ruined my shirt.” he complained, reaching out to slightly push Robb’s shoulder.

Robb huffed: “Too bad.” he said, then got the craziest idea: he dunked both his hands into the paint can and before Theon could realize it, he started leaving handprints and spots all over his shirt.

“No!” The black haired man yelled, trying to escape Robb’s grip.

“Hey, hey! Don’t touch me, no! That was my good shirt.” he lowered his head, surrendering, as Robb’s hands hugged him from behind, his face resting on his shoulder.

“I suppose you can’t go to your date now.” Robb whispered to his ear.

Theon let out a complaining whine, pulling his head back: “Who the fuck cares about my date, that was my favorite shirt!”

Robb puffed, pressing a kiss to his slender neck: “You have at least thirty more in your closet.” he replied, rolling his eyes.

Theon smiled lightly, as Robb nuzzled his face into his neck once more: “Yeah I guess you’re right.”

He rested his hands above Robb’s, caressing them gently with his fingertips, uncaring of the fresh paint.

“I still can’t believe it.” he murmured, happily.

In response, Robb snorted: “You better get used to it, then.” he smacked a loud kiss on his cheek.

“Now, what were you saying about ass eating?”

[theplaguebeast]

Watching Game of Thrones is a Form of Self Harm

AKA ALL MY GAME OF THRONES LIVEBLOG POSTS

101 + 102:  oh man i forgot dany gettin fkin raped is in the first ep man they really set the tone for this shitshow early

103:  “War was easier than daughters” BRO YOU HAVEN’T PAID ATTENTION TO HER INTERESTS IN FIVE YEARS NO WONDER SHE’S DIFFICULT

104:  Baelish: *literally tells Ned he’s untrustworthy* Ned: *trusts him anyways*

105:  Bobby just threatened to take away the job Ned didn’t even want like that was gonna make him not quit lol what a dumbass

106:  every time viserys speaks there’s a muppet superimposing on him in my mind going 'i aM tHe DrAgOn!’

107:  Joff after being king for .5 seconds: KILL THEM ALL

108:  Drogo: *promises to rape, kill, pillage, and plunder* Drogo: *does these things* Dany: *surprised pikachu meme*

109:  Robb ‘We’ve basically accomplished nothing’ Stark

110:  hey Dany doesn't even have dragons yet and she's burning someone alive as punishment so uhm people were surprised when this continued?

201:  Robb ‘I want to rescue my sisters but holy shit, politics’ Stark

202:  Theon ‘I think i’m much more important than i really am’ Greyjoy

203:  Renly desperately trying to consummate his marriage like ‘i’m too fucking gay for this fuuuuuuck’

204:  Littlefinger popping up in Cat’s life like ‘so your husband’s dead can we bone maybe?’ and gets surprised she pulls a knife on him

205:  Theon ‘I want dad’s approval so i’m gonna stab my brother in the back’ Greyjoy

206:  Jon ‘I can definitely kill a pretty girl, I swear it’ Snow

207:  you know nothing jon snow is first used in reference to fucking and SHE’S RIGHT

208:  Yara ‘you’re a fucking moron, brother’ Greyjoy

209:  i love that tyrion getting his nose chopped off with an axe turns into a delicate slice that knocks him out

210:  Robb ‘u let the kingslayer go u can’t tell me it’s dumb to marry a rando when i’m promised to another’ Stark

301:  Tyrion ‘oh my god there’s a thin line running across my face i’m a MONSTER’ Lannister

302:  Loras is fkin RUDE yo

303:  Podrick ‘the whores won’t take my money’ Payne

304:  Dany’s acquisition of the Unsullied proves she’s 100% willing to do a bad faith deal like

305:  Jaime full on sexually harassing Brienne here like an asshole

306:  T^T POOR FUCKING ROS MY BABY

307:  BRONN CALLING TYRION OUT ON HIS WANTING TO FUCK A VERY TALL 13YR OLD GO BRONN

308:  Olenna poking fun at how fucked the tyrell-lannister family tree is bout to get with all these weddings what a boss

309:  awww how sweet jon’s learning to stand up to peer pressure

310:  Jon ‘u said u loved me you’ll never hurt me RIGHT?’ Snow;  Jon ‘shot full of arrows’ Snow

401:  Oberyn is #triggered by the lannister song

402:  w00t joff’s fukkin ded m8

403:  Stannis ‘blood magic is fine but I WON’T BUY AN ARMY’ Baratheon

404:  poor pious little tommen didn’t stand a chance against a tyrell on a mission (also, s’fuckin creepy aight she’s bein predatory af and no one ever seems to call it out bc she’s, yanno, female)

405:  HODOR

406:  HEY LOOK DANY IT LOOKS  LIKE INDISCRIMINATE VIOLENCE MAKES PEOPLE MAD AT YOU WHODA THOUGHT

407:  Petyr ‘you could’ve been my child but i still kissed you full on the mouth’ Baelish

408:  Baelish acting like it’s some big secret he wants to fuck Sansa, talking to her like she’s too dumb to know the man who KISSED HER FULL ON THE MOUTH wants under her skirts, what a cocky shit

409:  hi Ghost (where, uhm, where tf has he been?)

410: grabby hands, popping outta the snow, LIKE DAISIES

501:  Danaerys ‘my dragons are my children but since they’re not listening to me i’m gonna lock em in a dungeon and then get surprised when they’re upset with me’ Targaryan

502:  man brienne just keeps getting character assassinated by everyone in fkin westeros poor gal

503:  Janos ‘I DIDN’T VOTE FOR YOU’ Slynt

504:  Sansa’s last Big Mistake: when LF says ‘do you believe me’ and she goes ‘yeah sure’

505:  a good mother disciplines her children BITCH THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU DID YOU JUST SHOVED THEM IN A HOLE, NOT EVEN THE ONE THAT ACTUALLY DID THE THING YOU’RE UPSET ABOUT

506:  OH NO. OH NO. OH NO.

507:  Cersei’s like ‘my son loves his wife where did i go wrong?’

508:  ’killing and politics aren’t always the same thing’ THE FACT SOMEONE NEEDS TO TELL HER THAT

509:  Hizdahr zo Loraq is like ‘bitch do you know ANYthing about the culture you’re trying to destroy?’ (the answer is no)

510:  Stannis: *sacrifices his own daughter on a fire* The Men: *desert* Stannis: *shocked pikachu meme*

601:  Up to their chests in ice water mfers gonna get the hypothermia

602:  HI JON U HAV A NICE NAP?

603:  Tormond ‘your dick’s not big enough for you to be a god’ Giantsbane

604:  For someone so good at peeling people Ramsay can’t peel a fuckin apple for shit

605: 

606:  *compulsively humming along with the theme song*

607:  HI SANDOR! I bet u had a VERY nice nap huh

608:  Stealing Lem’s boots after hanging him, what a power move

609:  Jon ‘I want to die’ Snow

610:  RIP Pycelle, Margaery, Loras, Mace, Kevan, Lancel, High Sparrow, a bunch of Faith Militant, and like 100 various members of the court (and random peasants outside, too); also Septa Unella (the bitch), and Precious Tommen; ALSO Walder Frey and uhm like 30-40 other Freys?

701:  Jon, derisively: And how should I be smarter? By listening to you?

702:  Everyone: DON’T GO SOUTH JON SNOW Jon: I’m gonna go south.

703:  Jon, with the ‘who even ARE you?’ is his most legit moment since he came back from the dead

704:  Dany: Wat do i do Jon: DO NOT BURN PEOPLE, ANYTHING BUT THAT

705:  ”I’m not beheading them” BECAUSE BURNING THEM IS BETTER??????

706:  Using your +1 Flaming Longsword to cauterize a wound

707:  Everyone: Jonathan, PLEASE LEARN TO FUCKING LIE

801:  Dany: Whatever they want. Me: OH SO MORE CHILDREN THEN??

802:  HEY DANY REMEMBER A WHILE AGO WHEN YOU SAID IT WAS COOL FOR THE KINGDOMS TO ASK FOR THEIR INDEPENDENCE? NO? ah, okay :\

803:  THE CRYPTS WERE A MISTAKE

804:  Murderuncle roadtrip 2.0

805:  RIP QYBRUN I REALLY LIKED YOU, YOU CREEPY LITTLE SHIT

806:  genuinely surprised tyrion’s not already on fire

[moon-ruled-rising]

as the rain hides the stars

read the full story on Ao3...

iii. the land was godless and free

she moves with shameless wonder,

the perfect creature rarely seen.

Since some lie I brought the thunder,

when the land was godless and free

-Hozier, “Foreigner’s God”

The great castle of Winterfell was much older than the other keeps in the North but unlike its younger counterparts, there wasn’t a permanent settlement around it. Wintertown was exactly as it sounded, deserted in the summer and packed full in the winter. When it was empty like it was, the royal family came out to play and the only place open in summer was The Smoking Log.

The little dive was a favorite of the young royals. They went so often, their security personnel never followed them out. Most times it was just Robb, Jon, and Theon, but recently they started dragging Sansa along. She was only seventeen (seventeen and three-fourths, she would remind you) but the owner of the Smoking Log didn’t care. As long as they paid their tab.

Thinking about their family dynamic it was strange how close they were.

From day one, Robb and Jon were built-in-best friends. There was a brief tension when their father decided to legitimize Jon. All of it stopped when Robb realized he could do whatever he wanted and would have much less stress on his shoulders. 

At first, Sansa wanted nothing to do with Jon and joined in her mother’s bullying. When she started secondary school and it became clear she could never have normal friendships, she started hanging out with her brothers. They taught her how to fight and drive and beat every game they played. In return, she kept them in line when they went out.

And when Robb came back from Barrowton after university, he started bringing his girlfriend Talisa with them. She was good fun and held her liquor as well as the Starks.

Though, they were all going hard and Jon wasn’t feeling like himself. The music playing over the speakers was too loud and he couldn’t decide if the lights were too bright or too dim. He could handle beer, but his glass that night was filled with whiskey and he wasn’t keeping track of how much he’d had. On any given night he would, he had to keep himself under control, but Wintertown was deserted.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re tipsy, Snow,” she taunted.

Only Ygritte was allowed to call him Snow. As the legitimized bastard of King Eddard Stark of the North, she should’ve referred to him as “Your Royal Highness” but they’d known each other for so long, referring to him as anything other than Snow was foreign. 

Ygritte wasn’t an official member of their entourage but she was friends with them since they were young. Her father was the ambassador for the wildlings living in the Gift. When he left the position and moved back, Ygritte stayed and started working at the tavern.

“Someday you’ll have to stop calling me that,” he warned.

“Aye. When we’re both dead and in the ground.”

The fiery red-head was always giving him a hard time. It was a second job for her.

“I’m good for another glass,” he stated, setting his down.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” she filled it. “And tell your brother to stop with the PDA, it’s grossing everyone out.”

Jon looked to the booth in the corner. Sure enough, Talisa and Robb were all over each other. It was drunk and sloppy and Jon felt the urge to vomit. 

“Would you like to join them?” Theon Greyjoy, always over confident and sleazy, asked.

Ygritte leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at him, “I thought I told you I didn’t like your kind.”

“Ironborn?” 

“Men,” Jon answered and took a sip of his whiskey. It wasn’t burning like it had at the beginning of the night. 

Ygritte reached over the bar to punch him in the shoulder and Jon spilled a little on himself. 

“Shut up, Snow. You know better than anyone I play both fields and I do it damn well.”

They both laughed like it was some great joke but Jon had to look away from her. Theon slipped away to terrorize some other single women.

Unfortunately for him, the only other single woman present was the owner and she was stern and middle aged.

The door to the bar opened and a group of men strode in. Ygritte groaned.

“Here they come.”

“Who?”

“Those three. They’re regulars and they love picking fights. Cops’ve been here every night to haul ‘em off.”

“I don’t remember them.”

“You haven’t been here in months, Snow. You’d better keep your head down, they know you’re an easy target.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve got a rep for your short temper. Not to mention you’re the crowned fucking prince of the North. They’d kill to be able to boast they punched the pretty boy prince. Better take my advice and stop drinking.”

Jon considered it but took another drink from his glass. Being young and angry at the world and having an intense weight on his shoulders made him a lash out in ugly ways. And even after his service on the Wall and learning to control his temper, the reputation still followed him. 

He surveyed the room again. There was supposed to be another red-head in attendance, but she was missing. 

“Where’s Sansa?”

Ygritte didn’t know either. Then he spotted her, walking past the gang of troublesome boys. His grip tightened around his glass and he could see the lecherous looks in their eyes. 

“Sansa can handle herself. Just relax.” Ygritte attempted to make him see sense but he was too far gone to heed her advice.

Without wasting another second he made his way to her. 

“Hey Princess, sit and stay a while,” one of them called out.

“No,” she deflected.

Sansa was loveable and fun and she never wanted to hurt anyone’s feelings. She could also be down-right mean when she needed to.

“Why not?” another questioned, his tone suggestive.

“Because I don’t want to.”

The men laughed, “That doesn’t sound like a very good excuse.”

“How’s this one? I don’t want to because you’re a bunch of sleazy creeps.”

“Only for you baby,” one of them winked.

She scoffed and walked away, but one of them got up and stopped her. It was clear she couldn’t control the situation anymore, so Jon stepped in.

“Everything alright Sansa?” Jon placed his hand on her shoulder.

She opened her mouth to respond but was cut off.

“Excuse you, we were having a conversation.”

“I think that’s over.”

“I think the lady should decide whether it’s over or not.”

“It never even started,” Sansa spit.

Jon put his arm out to stop her. They let out whistles, as if her aggression was a turn on. 

“Sansa, why don’t you go round up the others. I think it’s time to leave.”

“Jon, I-”

“Sansa,” he warned.

She sneered at the men around her but got out of the way. 

“Hold up, it’s the pretty boy prince they keep locked up in the castle,” the one standing in front of Jon noticed.

He was taller than Jon but that never scared him. Jon beat men twice his size while sparring with Sir Rodrik.

“Which one?” 

“The bastard,” the one in front of Jon leered down at him, “They put a crown on his head and thought we would be fooled.”

Jon shrugged their comments off. He was used to people putting him down for a decision that wasn’t his. When he was younger he broke himself trying to prove he was a true son of the North. He joined the military instead of going to university and served at the Wall protecting the ungrateful fucks in front of him. 

“Careful, you’ll hurt his feelings. Our dear prince is known for lashing out.”

Jon tried his best to control his anger. Nothing good ever came from the fights he started.

“Shame he’s so protective over his half-sister. We could’ve had some fun.”

There was no one there to stop Jon when his fist collided with man’s face. In the moment he forgot about the other two so he was shocked when a fist smashed into his face as well. Another in his gut and Jon was stumbling back into the table. 

The alcohol in his system wasn’t helping. It only made the spinning sensation in his head worse. The familiar metallic taste in his mouth was no more sobering than the punch that caused it. He saw Sansa coming back from across the bar with Robb draped over Talisa’s shoulder. Some help he was going to be.

One of the men got back in front of him. Jon prepared to throw another punch, but someone’s leg kicked out the attacker’s knees and gave him a solid kick across the face. Jon threw himself at the other man that was still standing, delivering an uppercut to his jaw and kneeing him in the groin. 

Ygritte came from behind the bar with a bag of ice and a clean rag,“I’ve already called the police so you’d better get the hell out of here.”

The Starks didn’t need to be told twice. Jon took the ice and rag while Sansa dragged Theon away from the bar and Talisa helped Robb to the car. 

“You should’ve let me handle it,” Sansa reprimanded.

“I’m sorry-”

“Those dumbasses are going to run their mouths-”

“I know.”

“And we’ll have a whole new wave of critics claiming you’re unfit for rule.”

“You won’t tell Catelyn, right?”

“I won’t,” she confirmed, “But I’m not helping you with dad, that’s your own battle.”

Jon almost forgot about the small council meeting the next morning. He would have prefered to miss it but his father expected him there. As the next leader of the North, he needed to experience them. But he arrived late and received too many disdainful looks.

He sat to the side of the room, never speaking and wishing he was invisible. If he remained still with his head down they wouldn’t notice his swollen eye. The lords of the great houses all sat along the table, sneaking looks at Jon. Roose Bolton, Duke of the Weeping Water and Lord of the Dreadfort, didn’t try to hide his distaste.

It was known the Boltons held an ancient grudge against the Starks. Ever since Jon’s ancestor Brandon Stark defeated them in battle and forced them to stop flaying their enemies. Jon was sure they never stopped the practice. It was rumored that Ramsey, Lord Bolton’s bastard son, had a taste for flaying small animals and Roose condoned the behavior.

“I think that’s all for today,” King Eddard stated, rising from his stately chair at the head of the table. 

He thanked the lords of attending and they bowed and left.

“You’re being awfully sullen, Jon.”

He arranged the papers in front of him. Jon ran a hand through his messy curls, exhaling loudly.

“Long night out?”

“You could call it that,” he grumbled.

“Do you mind telling me why you were late this morning?”

Jon stayed silent and tried to avoid eye contact.

Ned looked at his son and sighed, “Gods Jon, look at your eye. What happened?”

“I got into a fight,”

“Over what?”

Jon wanted to hold his tongue but Ned taught him to always be honest and do the right thing. And lying at that moment seemed like a bad idea.

“I was protecting Sansa,”

“You took Sansa drinking with you?”

“She’s almost eighteen.”

“Her age doesn’t matter, I know Sansa can handle herself. But you … this is the third fight this month. It’s a good thing Ygritte watches out for you otherwise we’d have an even bigger mess to clean up,”

“I’m sorry,”

“What goes on inside that head of yours?”

“It’s not easy being your bastard son who got lucky,”

“Sit down,” Ned commanded and Jon did as told, “When I chose to legitimize you it wasn’t because I thought you were lucky. It’s because I knew you were going to make a great leader.”

Jon huffed. Ned started the legitimization process when Jon was ten years old, there was no way he showed promise as a leader at ten.

“The North is heading towards a new age and she needs someone who will guide her through the confusion.”

His father’s words were idealistic. The North hadn’t changed in the past 100 years as far as tradition was concerned. Technologically, sure, but the people of the North were still set in their ways. 

“You don’t believe me now but you’ll understand,”

It sounded like Ned wanted to put a ‘soon’ at the end of the phrase but Jon didn’t question it. He wanted to get out of that room as soon as possible.

“Jon, your mother wouldn’t like the way you’ve been acting either.”

Ned rarely mentioned Jon’s mother. With all the information Jon knew about her one would think she never existed and he was born by some miracle. He didn’t even know her name and he didn’t think the castle staff would appreciate him running around, interrogating them for information on the King’s old flame. Especially Her Majesty, Catelyn. 

Catelyn despised Jon, though his only crime was being born. He supposed cheating her precious Robb out of the title he was meant to inherit could be added to his list of offenses. She should’ve blamed her husband for those actions but she took her aggression out on Jon. It was worse when he was younger. She would spit names at him as he passed by, exclude him from her children's lessons and sit him furthest away during dinners. As he got older and showed more responsibility and leadership, she relaxed. Mostly because Robb was still galavanting around Barrowton at university and Jon was serving time in the military. There was still the matter of her evil looks for no reason but some things couldn’t be changed.

“Why is it that you use my mother to condemn me but you’ll never speak about her otherwise?”

“Your mother … oh, you know I don’t like talking about her,” Ned remarked.

“I know,” Jon began, “but I would like to know more.”

Most people could at least form a picture in their minds when they thought of their mothers. The most Jon could do was a blank silhouette.

Ned smiled, “One day.”

He stood and began to leave the room. He paused in the doorway, “Oh, and Jon?”

“Yeah dad?”

“Next time you start a fight over a girl, don’t let her finish it for you.”

They had an emergency family meeting later that day. Robb was sure it was about the scuffle at the bar last night but Sansa disagreed. Part of Jon wished it was about that so he could know what to expect. 

They gathered in the library, the most private place in the whole keep. Sansa, Robb, and Jon all arrived together. Although they had close proximity with the Stark family, Talisa and Theon weren’t allowed to attend the family meetings. They were for blood related members of the family only, excluding Catelyn. As mother to the royal children it was her right to be there.

The library was ancient and still warmed by giant hearths. It provided a sense of weight and distinction. The place where the old Kings of Winter would consult the maesters in times of turmoil. Jon couldn’t help the feeling that a tumultuous time was upon them, why else meet in a place that carried such a reputation.

Sansa situated herself on the nearby chair, leaving Robb and Jon to stand beside it. Catelyn and Ned stood with their backs to the hearth which hosted a roaring fire. The North was never warm. It was still early summer so the snows were frequent and the temperatures were just above freezing everyday.

“Where’s Arya and Bran?” Catelyn asked.

The twins, as they were more commonly known, were always causing trouble. It was their nature. And now they both had driver’s licenses. Catelyn tried to regulate their time allowed outside of the keep but they never listened. 

Jon remembered what happened when he defied one of Catlyn’s rules when he was a teen. He was accused of being a bad influence on Robb and Theon, although it had been Theon and Robbs idea to go running off into the Wolfswood without a security escort. They paid the price in extra lessons on Northern history, complete with one of the longest essays Jon ever wrote.

Arya came through the door, running a hand through her short dark hair. Out of all the Stark children, Jon and the twins favored their father the most. Robb and Sansa got Catelyn’s Tully features. 

“Sorry we’re late,” Arya gushed, “Micha stopped us on the way in from the garage.”

Bran came bounding in after Arya. He was always slower than his sister but he kept up just fine. The two settled on the floor beside the chair. They made a pretty picture he was sure, all the King’s children posed for a regal portrait.

“It’s fine, Arya. But now that we’re all here we can get started. The King of the United Kingdoms of Westeros extended an invitation to their annual charity gala,” Ned stated.

“Why would they do that? We haven’t mingled with the south in a century,” Robb quipped.

“The cause they’ve decided to support this year is environmental conservation. Seeing as it’s a cause we support greatly, we’ve decided to attend.”

Sansa sat up straighter, he had her undivided attention. She was obsessed with southern culture and considered them much more interesting than the Northerners. 

“I will travel south with Jon, Robb, and Sansa. Catelyn will stay here with Arya and Bran. We should only be gone a week at most.”

There weren’t any complaints. Jon and Robb knew it was their duty to represent the North alongside their father. Sansa wanted to see the south, Arya and Bran couldn’t care less, and Catelyn knew she needed to stay and hold down the keep. She hated traveling anyway and Jon couldn’t blame her. Hours couped up in a car with minimal stops only to end up in a foreign land. He avoided it when he could.

“We leave tomorrow morning so I expect you packed tonight,” Ned addressed his eldest three then turned to his youngest, “And I expect you to behave while I’m gone.”

“It’s not like we’ve got the whole castle to ourselves, you’re leaving mom,” Bran pointed out.

Ned laughed and mussed his hair.

“And some expectations for behavior while we’re south. No fighting, no running away from your security officers, and as always, lots of smiling. We are their guests and we want to leave a good impression. Now go pack.”

“That wasn’t what I was expecting,” Sansa confessed as they descended the stairs.

“How are we supposed to entertain ourselves if we’re the only ones our age in the castle? The Prince and Princess are tweens.” Robb asked.

“There is the King’s sister but she lives in Essos for most of the year. I doubt she’ll come home for a charity gala. You know, I read the craziest thing about her this morning!”

[acourtofhopeanddreams]

The Chosen One

Written for day 2 of @jonsa-week​ based on the prompt: Quotes OR Colors OR Tropes

Sansa is trying to convince Jon that he must be the one who was promised in the prophecies. Jon is trying to convince Sansa that as long as people like Robb and Jaime exist a bastard like him can't be that important.

Magic School AU

“No, I won’t do it.” Jon shook his head and he crossed his arms firmly over his chest. “I’m not gonna believe in that stupid prophecy stuff.”

Sansa rolled her eyes and she slammed the book on the wooden table they were sharing. A layer of dust flew Jon’s way however and his loud sneeze echoed through the library.

For the last half an hour Sansa had been trying to convince him that he was the prince who was promised, the chosen one, the only one who could defeat the night king and his army of the death.

And for the last half an hour Jon was trying to explain that if he was the chosen one the Westeros Academy for the Young and Gifted was doomed. Because why would anyone make him the hero when there were also Robb Starks and Jaime Lannisters in this world? Why would an orphan like himself, who could only attend this academy because his Uncle Ned Stark had sponsored this library, be their destined saviour?

“Come on, Jon!” Sansa let out a deep sigh and she opened the book again on that same old wrinkled page. She had underlined some sentences and marked some others and in the margin she had written loads of unreadable things.

Jon was quite certain all of that counted as damaging school stuff, but Sansa would most likely tell him that since her father had paid for this library, these books were also a little bit from her. So, he kept his mouth shut.

“It can only be you!” Sansa pointed at the words he knew all too well right now. “You’re born from death, because aunt Lyanna died giving birth to you.” She made it sound like a throwaway line, but Jon closed his eyes to silence the voices in his head.

Countless of therapists had told him that his mother’s death was not his fault, that he couldn’t blame himself for it. But that was so much easier said than done. He knew he had only been a baby then and didn’t know that his birth would kill her. But knowing and feeling were two entirely different things apparently.

“You have fire in your veins, because of the Targaryen blood you got from your father.” Sansa didn’t even seem to notice Jon’s discomfort while she summarised the prophecy and his sad and miserable life.

Those same therapists had also told him that there was no need be afraid of the famous Targaryen curse, assuring him that if he had inherited his family’s madness that had lead to his grandfather’s dead he would have known by now. But not one of those therapists had ever met a Targaryen and their entire opinion was based on nothing but the stories they read in their study books. And everyone knew that not every story in a book was true.

“Are you still listening?” Sansa elbowed him and Jon furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m not the one from the prophecy.” Jon shook his head once more and he leaned back in his chair. “Your brother is a much better man than I’ll ever be. Everyone says it and you know it’s true.” His lips formed a straight line. “And Jaime is the best sword fighter in the entire realm. If anyone can beat this night king it’s him.”

Sansa closed the book and stared at him. For the first time in half an hour she kept silent. She just stared at him, with those piercing blue eyes. “I know that everyone says Robb is the better man. But I’m not sure sure they’re right.”

Jon widened his eyes. “You’re not sure?”

Sansa cocked her head. “I think they all overlook your qualities because you are very good at hiding behind my brother. You’ve made yourself quite comfortable in his shadow, but honestly, I don’t think that’s where you belong.”

“You’re trying to trick me into this whole chosen one thing, aren’t you?” Jon rolled his eyes.

Sansa had always been a dreamer. Until she could read herself she had begged whoever was around to read her stories to her. And sometimes Jon wasn’t entirely sure if she could tell fact from fiction. It was maybe one of the personality traits he liked most in her. Her faith in heroes and princes and happy endings. Her hope that even though the world seemed dark and mean and cruel, it was still worth fighting for.

“I’m not trying to trick you into anything!” Sansa raised her voice. “Can you just stop thinking so low of yourself for a second?” She reached for his hand. “You’re kind. You fight for those who can’t fight for themselves and you always believe in people being good until proven otherwise.”

“That’s not…”

Sansa didn’t let him finish his sentence. “You are also never afraid to get your hands dirty and work hard. You will never ask someone else to do something you’re not willing to do yourself.”

Jon closed his eyes. “San…”

“And you don’t want power. You don’t want to be a leader or famous. You don’t want to wear a crown. You just want to do what’s right and good.”

Even if he wanted any of that, he would never get it anyway. His was an orphan, a bastard, the result of a stupid infatuation from a married man with a young and naive girl. And everyone knew it.

“I know you’re into all this hero stuff. But don’t you think you’ve read too many stories? You’re trying to make me into something I’m very clearly not.” Jon spoke softly and he bent his head. “You just want me to be a hero, a knight in shining armour, a Prince Charming.”

Sansa chuckled. “You think I want you to be the chosen one?” She raised her eyebrows. “Your really think I just like the thought of you fighting in the biggest war our realm has ever known? You truly believe that I’m okay with you being the only one who can kill this night king and his army?” She paused for a short moment and her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink. “Jon…” She reached for his hands again and grabbed them tightly. “I like the idea of you being the chosen one just as much as you do.” She moved a little closer towards him. “Because I know that prophecies never guarantee that its heroes survive the battle and I don’t want you to die.” She licked her red lips. “Because if I lose you…” She hesitated. “My heart will shatter and I don’t think anyone will ever be able to heal it.”

Jon blinked a few times and just stared at her.

Sansa Stark would be heartbroken if he died? Sansa Stark couldn’t bear the thought of losing him?

“What do you mean with all that?” Jon swallowed.

“I’m in love with you, dumbass.” Sansa almost screamed the words and everyone in the library turned their heads to look at her. “I love you. And I don’t want you to be the chosen one. But I still think you are.”

For a second Jon didn’t know what to say.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that…” Sansa bent her head, but quickly Jon freed a hand and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“No, it’s okay, it’s just…” He shook his head. “I love you for years already and I never thought you’d…”

Sansa pushed herself up and her soft lips kissed his. The kiss was hesitant at first, but then Jon wrapped his arms around her and he opened his mouth to let her tongue in.

He didn’t care that this was a library. He didn’t care that everyone was watching. He didn’t care that people would frown upon their romance. He just knew one thing for sure now.

He pulled back to take a deep breath. “Damn, now I have even more reasons to not want to be that chosen one.”

“Maybe you’re not.” Sansa kissed him again. “You know what? Let’s just pretend you’re not.” Her mouth found his again. “Until we no longer can.”

Jon smiled hoping and praying that Sansa was wrong and that they would get their happily ever after without him having to save the world first.

But Sansa was rarely wrong about anything.

And they both knew it.

[fictionxlover]

8x01

Let me start off by saying this was a good episode, especially an opening episode. Now let me just break this down by character so it’s easier.

Arya:

I LOVE how Arya is more happier and she is showing more of a soft side. It makes me so emotional how happy she is right now even though impending doom is on its way. The Jon/Arya reunion was SO BEAUTIFUL! Her jumping into his arms like old times, the smiles, Jon showing her the weapon. I also love how it highlighted that they will ALWAYS love each other but both of them have changed. You saw more of that when Arya defended Sansa. Arya is not that innocent 10 year old who enjoyed talking shit about Sans with Jon lmao like she has grown into a young woman, and has got this closure/closer with her sister. And ik some will be like ‘ARYA WOULD NEVER-’ but...yall said Arya instincts are always right (I saw it particually with last season too during Stark Sis Bowl lol) so if Arya says Sansa is just looking out for the fam, I believe her. And I think it made Jon be like, huh my little sister has grown and I trust her instincts. Also, again before haters jump on um c’mon, realistically at least 8/10 of us as adults see one of our siblings differently than we saw them as children. That’s just a fact. Moving on, um, GENDRYAAAA!! There reunion was more than I EVER expected! Her defending him, teasing him, smiling, gendry smiling, but also like woah is this beautiful lady flirting with me?? It was BEAUTIFUL!! I have some fears but I’m just going to try enjoy them moment. Overall, THIS WAS MY GIRL’S EPISODE YALL-

Sam:

I felt so bad for Sam this episode. At first he is excited to meet another Targaryen then he finds out that she burned his family alive. What I loved about this scene is that it kinda made Sam’s rose colored glasses fall off. I feel like after being friends with Aemon, and learning the stories, Sam saw the Targaryens in just a positive light. It reminded me how young Sansa believed all those stories about true knights but then reality punched her in the face. Just like it did with Sam. Not every Targaryen is a bad person but they do have their flaws. Their way of justice might not be what we think is morally right but in their eyes its justice. Then him trying to pull it together, and reuniting with Jon was beautiful. But...….sorry Sam telling Jon the truth kinda ruined the reveal for me. I can’t even disagree what Sam said about ‘would dany kneel for you?’ but it seemed like his resentment with Dany overpowered the reveal. It made it more about jon might overthrow dany than jon being shocked and trying to process everything. Also BRAN SHOULD HAVE TOLD JON BUT WHATEVER D&D

Tyrion:

Tyrion, Tyrion, Tyrion.....I like show!Tyrion more than book!Tyrion but they really dumbed his ass down. He really thinks Cersei is coming???? WITH HELP??? I can’t tell if he knows the truth and is just playing the game or if he actually believes his sister??? it would work at any of those ways because Tyrion’s fatal flaw is that he always wanted to be accepted by his family. His abusers basically. So, I won’t be surprised if any of these options are true. 

Daenerys:

Let me tell you guys I like Dany, I LOVVEEE Book!Dany more but I have to confess I have Stark stan reactions first. So it takes me while to be like let me take a step back and see this from Dany’s pov. I understand Dany is basically like I am here to FIGHT FOR YOU and yall just disrespectful. I feel bad for her when Jon isn’t really defending her in PUBLIC. I felt bad when Sam cried and she was like fuck. I feel kinda bad for her that Sansa doesn’t like her. But Dany...some of her reactions is....just D&D bs. 

First of all let’s talk about dragons. Dragonriders are suppose to have this special connection with there dragons. Not every random person can just hop on a fucking dragon. With Jon it makes sense he could because he is a Targaryen. However, Dany doesn’t know that! So yeah its cute her FWB is riding her other dragon but its weird she isn’t having alarms ringing in her head. Then why are yall making her sound like a 17 year old ‘we can stay here forever’, sis do you even like the North? You’re dragons are low key dying in this area lmao. And its just cringy. Why can’t yall show Jon/Dany talking to each other. Telling each other about their lives. Why is it just cringy fan fiction bs??? Even I’m like let me try get into this rl but they offer nothing and the chem is just not there between these actors. Its not there fault but its hard to even like them when we do not get more intimate moments with them getting to know the other. 

Now lets talk about Dansa. I believe Dany thought Sansa would be more warm to her but once Sansa said ‘Winterfell is yours’ Dany knew, Sansa doesn’t like her. She’s not here because she believes in Dany. Sansa is doing this because she HAS to. And that pissed Dany off. And I think Dany doesn’t like how Sansa brings up stuff in the meetings too. They should be brought up and Dany is like ugh this girl hates me lmao. Its interesting to me because I’m pretty sure this is the first time Dany has to communicate with other rulers/kinda queens. 

I feel like Dany’s journey before Westeros, people bowed down to her or worshipped/believed in her quickly. But in Westeros that’s not how its going to be especially considering her family history. She will have to earn their respect/belief and I think so far Dany hates it and not use to it taking so long. Even with Jon she said Sansa has to respect me or...XD. Listen I’m not saying Dany was threatening to exile or burn Sansa but you can tell she getting impatient. 

I am looking forward to Dansa scenes next episode though. Was this Dany’s episode? A little but I believe like Sam the colored glasses are falling off and she is realizing its not going to be easy. None of it is.

Bran: I really love how Bran is showing more emotion than he did last season. He seemed more emotional reuniting with Jon, got frustrated when they weren’t focusing on the threat. It’s showing that Bran is not dead. He is still in there. What I enjoyed the most about this episode is that it showed that Bran knows what needs to be done. It makes you wonder if he can see into the future or knows something? He knew to wait for Jaime already. It just makes you wonder...how far in the future can Bran see into and what time travel shit is going to happen lol. 

I believe Bran has one goal to defeat the NK and he is going to tell everyone to shut the hell up and get to work. What I didn’t like with Bran was how he said Jon isn’t my brother, you tell him. Does Bran have some resentment towards Ned? Is he going to treat Jon differently a bit? Did he say that because he already knows what will happen???? I just have a lot of questions yall -

Jon: *sighs* There are two well maybe 3 possible reasons for Jon’s behavior. 

1) He has some sort of agenda

2) He just a Northern Fool making the same mistakes Ned/Robb made, death didn’t change him and that’s D&D’s fault.

3) He is a Northern fool BUT the battle of winterfell will shake and fuck him up sm that it will guide him on a path to make better decisions, and growth. 

I loved Jon’s scenes with Arya, Bran, and Sansa. Jon hugging Bran so tight and joking about him being a man now. Then with Arya holding her tight, crying. It was SO emotional. I feel like with both Bran and Arya he saw they are them but have changed just like Jon. He loves all his siblings sm and Ik in his heart the choices he makes is because he doesn’t want to lose them. 

I also enjoyed his scenes with Sansa. I always said since s6, Jon/Sansa show sm vulnerability with their eye contact and emotional reactions, this episode proved its still there. Sansa bringing up her resentment towards Jon bending the knee, him trying to convince her that Dany is good, but then we get that moment we’re he is like do you have faith in me still? And Sansa eyes looked teary and said of course. It shows Jon just wants Sansa to believe and have faith in him. And Sansa just wants to protect the family, which includes Jon, and is sadden Jon doesn’t well not respect her opinion but still doesn’t take her advice to heart? And I feel this showed when he was badmouthing Sansa to Arya and Dany. 

I mean it makes sense to Dany he would be like she didn’t like me growing up, to cool Dany down that Sansa is hard to get to know....but with Arya...it was like he wanted another fam member to agree with him. That Sansa is an arrogant, thinks she smarter bitch and knows nothing. Then when he got a different reaction from a more mature, older Arya, I think it shooked him. He even mentioned Sansa needs remember I am her family. It’s like Jon thought he was in a different time. That its s1 and they all are children. But once Arya defends Sansa, Jon realizes woah things are different, we all are different. It just shows Jon still has some resentment towards Sansa like Arya did last season with Sansa but they all have to move on. Jon still is seeking approval like Tyrion kinda with the Lannisters but they need to stop and move on. 

Jon’s relationship with Dany is up and down for me. I love him getting to know other Targaryen, like in the dragonpit scene in s7 and them riding dragons together but the romantic aspect of their relationship if off to me like I said in the Dany part. They never talk. Yes they talk business, and they say fanfic things but I want an ACTUAL intimate, conversation when they are talking about the past, present, and future. They are trying to understand each other. WHERE THE HELL IS THAT?? 

I loved Jon riding a dragon and his experience was so realistic except I would be having a panic attack after and Dany would have to give me my pill and hold me lmao but I still don’t like how they don’t have a real talk. Also, Jon never defends her in public too???? All he says is I had no choice. BITCH SHE LITERALLY SAID I WILL FIGHT FOR YOU YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SAY I BEND THE KNEE TILL AFTER WAR DUMBASS-

i’m sorry jon stans but its true. there are just so many times you can say he is doing it for greater good. it just seems like jon caused more drama. then not having a reaction to what sam’s fam went through??? your bff’s fam?? And being like that would be treason, and being like I executed men before. Yes you have Jon but in certain situations. When they are being disrespectful assholes. I’m not saying what Dany did was wrong or right  but we all know the character of Jon Snow. I don’t think he would actually burn someone with a dragon except if he HAS to or he lost his mind. I like the idea of Jon losing his mind but we can’t have nice things in this show djhjfhlfk. 

the reveal again was overpowered by sam and I feel like Jon believed it too easily. yes he knows sam would never lie but he should have stomped over to bran right after. its just TOO EASY. 

Listen, Jon and Dany are flawed characters. I still like them but I’m also not afraid to call them out on some things I don’t agree with. Idc they are song of ice and fire lmao XD

Theon: My boi Theon came through. He is going to fight for the Starks and die for them like he SHOULD HAVE. That’s all I have to say. Also THEONSA MIGHT RISE YALL-

Euron: This Euron is no book!Euron but this man still confuses me lmao. Like he acts like he is in POTC, all he wants to do is fuck the queen which I think is code for I want her to have my baby then ima kill her ass. Like if he actually outwits/kill cersei….I will be mad but also be like well that was expected???

Bronn: This is so predicable I can’t even right now. He’s either going to kill one or both or the Lannister bros , get killed or fight with them. If there’s some other twist? COOL. but rn i’m like really? You want me to believe that Jaime or Tyrion will fucking die by Bronn’s hands? Crossbow imagery is fucking high grade A+ Lannister tragedy excellence but Cersei should pull the trigger not fucking Bronn.

Jaime: Book!Jaime is pulling through rn. I’m not one of those people who are like he is on a redemeption arc. Jaime doesn’t have to do that. But I am interested with his rl with Bran, Brienne, and what he does. Also, I hope he is like Dany sis your father was crazy XD

Cersei: I felt bad when my girl had to fuck Euron. Cersei is on that S3 Azula energy. She is losing her MIND and knows she is losing. And it’s making her more crazier. Then the fact that Jaime left her too. It reminds me when Zuko went on Team Avatar side and Azula was like FUCK YOU TRAITOR I’LL MEET YOU AT DAWN FOR THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY ASSHOLE XD

Also, Azula lost her mind when Ty Lee and Mai betrayed her too. Cersei has NO one like Azula did and now she is just losing it. I really hope she has more of a plan and is not just going to make impulsive choices then die for it. I need one last thing from Cersei. Kill Euron in bed, do something.

Sansa: It’s funny because Arya seems the most happiest rn while Sansa is more anxious and protective. Sansa is not happy Dany is here. I want to compare this situation to something yall might understand more. 

Modern AU TIME: The stark siblings parents have died and unfortunately the oldest brother Robb has died as well. Robb has the left Jon the Stark family home. Now Jon’s name might be on the deed but he makes mistakes, leaves, and Sansa who cares a lot about the home/family runs it. Then one day Jon comes back and says hey I got married to this girl you never met, her name is Dany, also she owns the house with me now, and will stay with us. Now would you be 110% accepting or would you have some resentments and wary? 

YOU WOULD BE LIKE WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOME? JON WHERE WERE YOU? WHY DIDN’T YOU SEND A TEXT? WHAT YOU MEAN YOU BEND THE KNEE??? WHAT THE FUCK-

We all know Dany can be sweet and loving but Sansa doesn’t know that. Sansa is one of the last political savvy characters on this show. She said it last season, Dany is here for the throne. She wants people to bend the knee. North is one of those kingdoms. Yes, Dany said she would fight for the North but Sansa isn’t Jon. She doesn’t know Dany and just looks at the facts. 

What I find funny again too because this Dansa war is hilarious is that when Sansa says something in public that is also shady to Dany...its also a subject that needs to be brought up. It’s not like Sansa is saying your a stupid bitch in public. She is saying we need feed everyone and I wasn’t counting on your soldiers and dragons. What do your dragons eat? Dany comeback was KILLER but we also see the dragons are NOT happy and NOT getting enough of food. 

Also, I find it hilarious because last season some of us were mentioning Sansa preparing the North, and some were like that doesn’t matter. But it does???? Which makes sense but I’m also shocked they mentioned it. I think this Dansa war will end but them having conflict isn’t shocking. They have sm in common but they are also very different individuals. Could Sansa be more nice to Dany? Yes, but she’s Sansa and after her experience I can see why she isn’t accepting to Dany. At a young age she was accepting to Lannisters and looked what happened.

I loved Sansa/Tyrion reunion. I loved how Tyrion praised Sansa, how Sansa said sorry even though she didn’t have to, but also her shading Tyrion. It was the BEST. And I think it made Tyrion be like oh shit maybe she right- XD

I already talked about Jon/Sansa scene but again it shows Sansa cares for family/home and it saddens her Jon doesn’t take her advice to heart. Also, I did love she had the guts to say did you bend for the good or cuz you like her? Cuz business and feelings always gets mixed up. It also teases that Sansa is basically saying you did the opposite of what I told you again, you are following robb/ned mistakes.

Some might be annoyed at Sansa like some might be annoyed by Dany but I think this episode showed that Sansa is protective of her family and is doing her duty has a Stark. 

White Walkers: I don’t even know what to say to that. Some say it looks like a Targaryen sigil maybe who knows. I’m just going to wait and see how they explain the WWs.

Basically this episode was a good start to the impending doom but shows it’s not going to be easy for any of them. 

(btw we all have different opinions, i’m okay with talking and agreeing to disagree but no hate please :) )

[pardonmymannerssir]

happiness throws a shower of sparks (Final Part)

Part Three (AO3 Link)

Warnings: Mention of past abuse; PTSD symptoms

Rating: Mature

“Well, Jon, what the fuck are you gonna do about it?” Tormund asks over the noise of the bar, setting down his half empty mug and leaning close enough to Jon that he can smell the beer on his breath. Tor has no sense of personal space. 

Jon grunts, staring into the deep amber liquid of his own glass, wishing like hell he’d never told Tor about Sansa. And he sure as hell shouldn’t have let him guilt him into coming out at all. He’s felt like a raw, exposed nerve since she left; the world too bright and loud without her in it.

“What can I do?”

Tor snorts, the sound muffled as he downs the rest of his beer. “You go after her, dumbass.”

Jon, aware that the answers to his problems aren’t going to be found at the bottom of a chipped beer mug, finishes his fourth pint anyway. He’s never been much of a drinker –he’s seen far too many families torn apart by it, first in the Army and then at the station- but the booze is helping to take the edge off. It’s only been a month and a half since she left but it feels like a lifetime. Only the things she left behind, most of her clothes, her hair products and a pair of pretty silver earrings, convince him it wasn’t all some pathetic dream he concocted in his head.

“It’s not that simple.” Jon says, signaling the bartender for another round. But it sure is tempting. 

He can feel Tor rolling his eyes. “Sure it is. You hop on a fucking plan, find her, and drag her ass back here. Or profess your undying love or some shit.”

Jon chuckles but it sounds humorless and dry even to him. “Brienne is a lucky woman, Tor.”

Tormund, begin Tormund, takes this compliment literally and beams, beer gleaming brightly in his red beard.

Jon is saved by his cell vibrating in his back pocket, and his heart immediately jumps into his throat as he pulls it out. Maybe… but no, it’s Arya.

“I gotta take this,” he mumbles, Tor waving him off, and Jon steps into the heavy night air. He draws in a deep cleansing breath as he answers.

“Hey, Arya,” he says.

“Jon,” is all she has to say for him to know something is very, very wrong. “Jon its Sansa…”

-

Jon’s only been to New York City once, shortly after his last deployment, a few months before getting out of the Army. Ygritte had met him at the airport and they’d stayed a few days, playing tourist. To Jon, it had been just another big, overcrowded city like a hundred other big, overcrowded cities. Now it feels like a living, breathing monster that Jon has to somehow overcome.

Arya is waiting for him near the baggage claim, a worn backpack dangling from one shoulder. He hadn’t brought anything but a backpack himself; blindly throwing random clothes together before getting an Uber to the airport. She’s pacing, arms crossed, the dark fringe of her hair gleaming in the too bright fluorescents. Relief is clear in her eyes when she spots him.

“She left me the message yesterday,” Arya says immediately, grabbing Jon by the arm and steering him toward the exit. She fishes out her phone with a free hand and fiddles with it for a minute before shoving it at him. “Listen.”

Shaking a bit, Jon presses the phone to his ear, heart lurching to hear Sansa’s voice again. “Arya, I know we haven’t spoken in a while and I know that’s mostly my fault. Don’t get me wrong, you can be pig-headed and stubborn… but you were right. Right about Joffrey, about my life, about everything. I-I left him, Arya, I want to get my life back, I want my family back. I’ve been staying with Jon in Chicago, he helped me get back on my feet… and I think, and well you’ll hate it, but I think maybe that he and I have a chance at something… but I need to sort out my life first. I-I hope you can forgive me… I hope-” her voice cuts out suddenly at the sound of a door slamming open and he can hear her sharp intake of breath. “No…” she murmurs, and Jon can all but taste the fear and loathing in her voice. “How? N-No, don’t touch me! Don’t you fucking touch-” there’s a scrabbling sound, a short cry of pain, and then silence.

“Jon,” Arya says quietly, shaking him gently, and he realizes he’s stopped dead in the middle of a busy thoroughfare and is breathing heavily. People are staring. “Jon, pull it together.”

“We have to find her,” he says, hardly aware he’s speaking. He gives Arya back her phone and dials Tormund on his own cell. If he doesn’t keep moving he knows he’s going to completely lose it.

Tor had called in a missing persons as soon as Jon had told him what was going on, relating to him what Arya had explained was in Sansa’s message. He’d gone full cop mode.  

“They haven’t found her,” Tor says gravely when he picks up, “But I did get a possible address out of them, got a pen?”

“Arya, take a note in your phone,” he tells her as they emerge from John F. Kennedy airport and into the madness that is New York City. Tor gives him the address and Arya quickly types it out, her hands shaking too.

“Be careful Jon,” Tor says meaningfully.

“I will,” he says, voice hard, as Arya manages to hail down a cab and they shuffle inside.

Jon gives the cabbie the address and tries to get control of himself, the sound of Sansa’s broken scream replaying over and over again in his head. God, if anything’s happens to her he doesn’t know what he’ll do. It’s just like Ygritte all over again. He’d failed her too, been too late to help her, to save her-

Arya takes his hand and squeezes, hard enough to hurt, forcing him to look at her. “We’re going to find her, okay?”

Jon nods, and there is murder in her eyes reflecting back at him. Today… today he chooses violence.

-

The police are already at the upscale apartment building when they arrive. Apparently Sansa and Joffrey had owned the penthouse on the top floor but, according to the police Sargent who meets them in the lobby, no one has been there in nearly a year.

“No sign of struggle and the doorman hasn’t seen either of them come in or out. We’re verifying with the surveillance feed, but this looks like a dead end.”

Arya scrambles for her phone as Jon processes this information, his heart falling somewhere into the vicinity of his boots.

“H-Here listen to this,” she says, handing her phone over, “Maybe it will help or something, I don’t know...”

The Sergeant listens to Sansa’s message with a grave face. When he’s done he waves over one of his officers. “We need to get more men on this, I’m gonna call the Captain and see what we can do. Make sure they comb the residence thoroughly, we’re looking for some clue, any clue as to where whoever took her might have gone.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The man turns back to Jon. “Alright, I need you to tell me everything you know about Mr. and Mrs. Baratheon.”

-

Two hours later, Arya finds him in the alley behind the apartment building. He’d snagged a few cigarettes from one of the detectives and is working his way through the last one. He hasn’t smoked in years, but there’s a cynical sort of comfort in the taste; blood and smoke on his tongue, the sound of gunfire in his ears, the heat of the desert burning his skin.

She hunches down next to him in the dark, arms wrapped around herself. Arya had always been larger than life, her slight body never seeming quite able to contain her large personality, but she seems very small in that moment. He feels wrung out, drained.

“I-I didn’t know…” she says quietly, breaking a long stretch of silence and Jon huffs.

“Yeah you did,” he says darkly, leaning his head back against the concrete wall, then, to soften the blow, “We all did, at least a little.”

Arya nods, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. “You’re right… we all suspected. D-dad was so worried, he and mom fought about it a lot. And then… after the accident, I was just so angry I-“

Jon puts a hand on her shoulder. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Arya, we just have to find her now. I don’t know what I’ll do if we can’t-” He breaks off, voice cracking and he presses his eyes closed. Her face is burned into his eyelids, however; it’s engraved on his very soul. Her smile, her laugh, the taste of her skin, they’re all shards of glass in his gut, cutting and slicing him apart from the inside out.

It’s just like Ygritte all over again.

Arya takes his hand and they sit like that for a long time.

Then, “So… you and Sansa, huh?” Her voice wavers and he smiles, it feels broken and sharp on his face.

“Yeah.”

“You did moon over her all the time in high school.”

Jon throws her a dark look and she chuckles a little, rocking back on her heels as she wraps her arms around her knees. “What? You did. Don’t think we didn’t notice. Robb tried to ignore it, of course, Mom too, but Dad…” she looks at him, dark eyes glinting in the city lights, “Dad hoped she’d end up with you, or at least someone like you. He used to smile all, I don’t know, soft or whatever whenever the two of you were together.” She draws in a shaky breath and looks away. “Don’t get me wrong, its super weird and gross but… I think Dad would be really happy she found you.”

Jon tosses his half smoked cigarette into a mysterious puddle nearby and pulls Arya into his arms. He can feel her trembling with suppressed tears, knows a few are leaking out of his own eyes, a dam only barely held at bay. They stay like that for a long time, two shipwrecked sailors, clinging to each other for dear life as the storm rages on around them.

-

“Here’s the name of a hotel nearby,” the Sergeant says, handing Jon a bit of ripped paper, “We got you a good discount.”

Jon takes it with a curt nod. “Thanks.”

The other man rubs the back of his neck, real compassion and regret in his eyes. “Wish we had more to tell you, but we’ll be in touch as soon as we know more, alright?”

Jon swallows against the terror and rage in his throat. “Yeah.”

He and Arya stand listlessly on the street corner, staring into the unfeeling, unflinching traffic, the city immune to their suffering.

Arya finally steps forward to hail another cab when a pretty woman in towering heels and a short blue dress descends upon them.

“Arya Stark?” she queries breathlessly, “Are you Arya Stark?”

Arya frowns, studying the pretty woman skeptically. “Yeah, who are you?”

The woman deflates in on herself. “Oh thank god. I’ve been going mad trying to get ahold of someone.  I recognized you from this picture she had in college. Anyway, I’m Margery, a friend of Sansa’s.”

Jon’s heart lurches, and Arya perks up, gaze sharpening to knife points.

“Have you seen her?” he asks, not bothering to keep the desperation out of his voice. Margery turns, eyes curious and assessing. There’s intelligence there, and cold calculation beneath an honest sort of concern.

“Not for the past two days, and she was supposed to come home after some meeting, I’ve been worried sick. She’s been staying with me while she handles the divorce.”

“The divorce?” Arya asks, trading a glance with Jon.

Margery frowns. “You didn’t know? Yeah, she came back to town to file for divorce, she had some lawyer friend she was talking to that she was sure she could trust, but I wasn’t so sure… I’d heard some creepy rumors about the guy but-“

Jon snags her arm, startling her. “What’s his name?”

She blinks owlishly, caught off guard, and he immediately lets her go. She purses her lips, eyes a bit cooler than before. “Petyr Baelish, some big shot corporate lawyer type. Sansa said he’d been a friend of her mom or something, but like I said, there were some gross rumors about the guy.”

“Do you know where she was going for this meeting?” Jon presses, feeling as though he might fly out of his skin.

Margery bites her lip, thinking, “She said something about Brooklyn, and she wanted to visit some café or something after...”

“Do you know the name of the café?” Arya snaps, clearly losing patience.

Margery nods and pulls a pen and paper from her purse, writing it down quickly and handing it over to Arya. “Here. A-are the police inside?”

“Yeah,” Arya says absently, and Jon can see the plan forming in her mind, the same one forming in his own. They aren’t going to wait for the police.

They turn as one to grab a cab, Jon’s thoughts a torrent of rage and desperation, and Margery grabs his arm.

“You’re Jon, aren’t you?” she asks quietly, intelligent eyes sizing him up. He nods slightly, not trusting himself to speak.

“She told me about you… I’m… I’m glad she found you,” she tells him careful, shadows behind her eyes. “Please find her.”

“I will,” he croaks, and follows Arya into a cab.

-

They narrow down their search to three office buildings near the café Margery told them about.

“We’ll start with the closest one, alright?” he says, unearthing skills he’d hoped to never need again. He knows how to hunt people down, how to find them when they don’t want to be found. He could do this. He’d do anything to protect Sansa.

Arya nods and they hurry down the street, his heart a drum beat in his chest, forcing himself to focus, to not think about all the horrible things that might already have happened to her.

They’re nearly there when Arya stops dead in her tracks, face deadly pale.

“Arya, what-“ she grabs him by the arm, fingernails biting him through his shirt, and hisses. “It’s him, Jon it’s him.”

Jon follows her gaze across the street, eyes darting, until they settle on a blaze of gold. Despite the years, Joffrey looks basically the same. Pretty, slim, well dressed. Jon's almost halfway across the street, mind cycling through the various ways he might ruin Joffrey’s pretty, scowling face, when Arya grabs him by the arm.

“Don’t,” she hisses, tugging him back, “We need to follow him.”

Jon breaths in, trembling with rage and nods, unable to speak. They wait for Joffrey to round a corner before hurrying after him. He’s easy to keep track of with his gleaming, well coifed hair.

They don’t have to follow him for long. Three blocks later he keys into a business complex and Jon dashes forward, only barely managing to catch the door with his foot. He stands paralyzed, framed in the glass doorway, but Joffrey doesn’t bother to look back. He swallows and waves Arya forward as Joffrey’s footsteps echo up the staircase.

Together they slip inside and he presses a finger to his lips and demonstrates how carefully she needs to step. Joffrey whistles too himself, some vaguely familiar tune, conveniently masking any misstep on their part as they follow after him. Near the fifteenth floor of the clearly disused build, Joffrey finally turns and steps out of the stairwell, Jon and Arya hurry the last few steps to crouch behind the door.

Carefully, Jon half stands and looks through the small window in the steel door. A nondescript and deserted hallway stares back. There are no doors and the taupe carpet is old and stained; the whole building smells of rat piss and decay.

“Jon,” Arya whispers and he turns to watch as she fishes something out of her backpack. Jon goes cold as she frees it.

“Jesus, Arya, what-” she cuts him off, shoving an H&K P30 pistol into his hands.

“It’s Gendry’s, he gave it to me.”

The gun feels like a living thing as he wraps his fingers around it, suppressing half a decade of demons in the process.

“Alright,” he says quietly. “Alright, stay close to me.” He’d rather she stayed behind but knows better than to say so.

He takes a moment to steady himself, recalling skills and training he’d hoped to forget, and quietly presses the door open, easing into the hall. Voices echo up the hall, muted and indistinct behind closed doors, originating from the left fork in the hallway. He presses himself against the wall at the corner and chances a glance. Another empty hallway with a single steel door at the end. The florescent light, dirty and old, flickers faintly every few seconds. The voices have grown louder. A woman’s and a man’s –no, two men.

He’s considering his best course of action, sorting through a library of possible scenarios, when Sansa lets out a heart wrenching scream and all he can see is red.

Jon busts into the room, the door hadn’t been locked, gun in hand. Sansa is tussling on the floor with Joffrey, both of them spiting and cursing, another man is slumping against the wall on Jon’s left, leaving a bright trail of blood on the wall behind him. He looks stunned as he touches the knife embedded in his chest. Jon doesn’t spare him another thought as he tackles Joffrey to the floor, the impact dislodging the gun from his hand.

The element of surprise wears off quickly and Jon only manages to land a single, solid punch to Joffrey’s nose, blood spurting, before a fist meets his temple and they’re rolling across the floor. The little prick is stronger than he looks and Jon is out of practice. Dazed, he remembers Sansa’s face that day on the pier as she revealed all her demons to him one by one. Rage gives him strength as he rips back Joffrey’s mop of golden hair and sinks his teeth into his throat, tasting blood. Joffrey makes a high-pitched squealing sound and pushes Jon away from him.

His high-end suit is torn, blood dribbling from his nose soaking into his blue silk shirt, and his hair is standing on end. Pure, unadulterated hatred radiates from his blue eyes and his pale face is flushed and distorted, made hideous by rage.

"You fucking freak!" Joffrey hisses, pressing a hand to his neck. "I'll fucking kill you!"

The sound of a gun cocking draws both their attention.

Sansa is trembling, but not with fear, no, her eyes radiate fury and disgust as she levels the gun at Joffrey who looks utterly shocked. She has a fresh bruise on her cheek bone and there’s blood soaking the front of her once green summer dress, he knows it’s not hers, it’s likely the blood of the other man slumped motionlessly on the ground, but it’s enough to make him want to strangle Joffrey with his bare fucking hands.

The sound of approaching sirens breaks the silence as Arya steps into the room with her phone pressed to her ear, murmuring muted instructions to someone on the other end.

“Sansa,” Jon says softly, but she won’t look at him, though tears well in her eyes. “Sansa, honey, give me the gun,” he presses, taking two short steps toward her. She shakes her head, her eyes never leaving Joffrey.

“He deserves to die,” she whispers.

“I know, love, I know,” he says, reaching her side but not touching her; he can sense he shouldn’t touch her, not yet. Her hands are coated with blood and God, he knows how hard it will be to wash it all off. “He deserves to be punished, but not like this, not at any cost to you, okay?” Death, killing, it always has a cost. Always.

The sirens are blaring now as Sansa lowers her arm, tears spilling down her face. Joffrey immediately makes a break for it.

Arya began taking karate at age five, a natural brawler, and has been an avoid practitioner her entire life. She knocks Joffrey out cold before he makes it halfway across the room. She kicks him once in the face for good measure as Jon carefully pulls Sansa into his arms and the gun clatters to the floor.

She murmurs his name over and over again, burying her face in his chest as her slim body trembles with the force of her sobs. Together, they sink to the floor and he’s shaking with her; feeling as if he's coming apart at the seams. He’d come so very close to losing her. So very, very close.

He presses his face into her hair and smooths his hands up and down her back murmuring comforting nonsense, so grateful he’d made it in time, so grateful he's not alone.

-

Two years later...

Jon slams the door of the moving van shut and wipes the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his shirt.

“That’s everything,” he announces and Arya breathes an exaggerated sigh of relief from below. He hops off the back of the truck with a chuckle as Bran and Rickon finish setting down the last few boxes in front of the garage; Gendry, Arya’s boyfriend, looks on from the shade of a massive oak tree sipping from a water bottle. Jon braces his hands on his hips, a light breeze cooling his face and neck, and takes in the house that had been like a second home to him.

It doesn’t look so empty and lifeless anymore, no longer a monument to everything they’d lost but something more, something better.

“It’s good to be back,” Arya murmurs, coming to stand at his side, and Jon is shocked to see tears in her eyes when he looks down at her. He’s never seen Arya cry. “This is where we belong.”

“Yeah,” Jon agrees, putting an arm around her slight shoulders. “Yeah it sure is.” It feels right, all of them begin here, here where their lives began.

She lets him half-hold her for only a few moments before shoving him off with an awkward laugh, rubbing at her eyes and sighing.

Sansa appears then at the front door, one hand on her protruding belly. “Lunch is ready! But first, I want to take a picture,” she announces, and Arya and the boys all groan.

Jon laughs and snags Rickon, almost as tall as Jon at only thirteen, tousling his curly auburn hair as he tries to escape. “Come on, don’t upset the pregnant lady.”

Arya grumbles and hands her phone off to Gendry as they all gather in front of the house that had raised them. Sansa steps to Jon’s side –waddles, really, she’s only got a few more weeks till their daughter arrives- and he feels warm and ridiculous like he always does when he looks at her. She’s beautiful even with her swollen ankles and messy hair, skin glowing and eyes bright with joy. She beams up at him as Gendry starts snapping photos, ribbing Arya for not smiling, and leans in for a kiss. Bran makes a puking noise and Arya groans, but Sansa only smiles against his lips and throws her arms around his neck.

Jon eventually pulls away, resting a hand on her belly and feeling as though he might burst with happiness. “Welcome home, Sansa.”

[noexit-ff]

38. Part 2

Looking at the crowd, this has to be the craziest moment in my whole career “thank you so much London, this is the craziest moment in my life right now. Selling out a stadium right here in London town, I will take this moment with me when I go back to LA. I love y’all so much, all y’all that came out here to turn up with me, I am blessed. Thank you and goodnight” waving as I walked backwards off the stage, placing the mic on the stage floor. I will take this moment with me, turning around and jogging off to the edge of the stage “you killed that shit nigga!” Ant spat, hugging him “that was the craziest shit I done, I am so fucking hype” jogging to the back of the stage “they want you back on the stage cuz, they chanting your name and shit, stadium status cuz” Robb spat, this shit is crazy for me “we got to admit this date was the best” Trey said “I want to do it again, I wish I did another date now but we off to France, but I would do it again. Best believe I will be back” I pointed at my videographer “London, thank you” I sad before Ant passed me a towel “now let’s try and get you out of here” I need to get changed first “great concert” some dude said, shaking his hand “thank you” walking by people just shaking their hands, I am so hype “that was on a different level Chris” Tim said, shaking his hand “thank you homie, thank you for coming out here. Catch up soon homie” I need to go, it’s late and I have gone over the allocated time but fuck it I will pay for it “oh my god, is that Majesty? Little momma” picking her up “Chris!!” She yelped “uncle Chris to you” Noella said again having to always remind her, Majesty hugged me tight “so good to see you” Noella hugged me “the show was amazing family” I cooed out “I am glad you came out, honestly and Leandra. I saw you in the corner, I only saw your eyes” Leandra slapped my arm “nigga” hugging Leandra, good to see the Barbados family.

Placing my slides on, I will get my sneakers when I get on the tour bus. EJ done left me with a white tee and shorts, that dumbass. Placing my cigarette between my lips, tapping Instagram and waited for it to load up. Hearing a light knock at the door, moving the cigarette away from my lips “who is it!?” I shouted, I swear Cass is out there anyways “Ant nigga” it’s just him “come in nigga” seeing the first post being Robyn with Princess, that is the cutest shit ever. Look at them both, the stomach looks like it has grown “you look like you ready to go back to the hotel?” Ant said, looking down at my fit smiling “EJ is a dumbass, I will get changed on the bus” commenting on the picture ‘I miss you all so much’ pressing send “you called Robyn back, I mean she asked for you to call her” shaking my head “I ain’t get the chance. I just had a shower and just checking Instagram now, she good? She ain’t leave me a message?” taking a drag of my cigarette locking my phone “she told me to tell you to call, she just wanted to know the concert was going well. But yeah she told me some shit, you know Sinko ain’t come with us? So she says she saw Jessica with Sinko” I froze blowing the smoke out from my lips “huh?” furrowing my eyebrows “what?” that shit is not right “he the same nigga to tell me how stupid the bitch is, he would disrespect her constantly when she was with me” Ant shrugged “I wasn’t around then but Robyn said she saw her and him together” this is not right “right, let’s go” I will call Robyn when I get on the bus when it is less hectic.

Pressing my phone to my ear walking to the back of the bus, closing the door behind me “baby, I was waiting for you to call me” Robyn said down the phone “it’s so good to hear you shawty, I am missing you like crazy out here” throwing my packet of cigarettes on the bed “your voice sounds rough, I hope you’re not getting ill Chris” rubbing my neck “I just kind of got off stage a while ago, I did the most Robyn. Ant will send you the videos, the shit was amazing. I will get someone out to check on my throat though, it is hurting but it doesn’t help smoking and shit” sitting on the edge of the bed “I bet you are smoking way more than you usually do too, I saw those pictures from Amsterdam. I was jealous but you looked so happy, I am very proud of you Chris, doing so well in Europe. I just wish I was with you but then your schedule is so tight, I wish you didn’t do that. I bet you’re getting yourself tired and ill” here Robyn goes “it’s cool, I want to be back for you. I said I will be back and I will be. Don’t worry about me, how is Bean? He good, not annoying you at night?” I think Robyn is sleeping well at night because she don’t call me “he actually stays still for me, I think it is you. You rile him up, poking my stomach and doing random shit” busting out laughing “I can’t wait to come back and annoy you” clearing my throat “Ant said you saw Sinko, how?” I questioned “I was just going out for lunch with Jen, we stopped at the red light and they was together. Just walking, I am not lying. I made Jen confirm to me. I was thinking, I have time on this. Nothing has happened on this tour, maybe he is causing issues for you? You kept saying to me how does she know where you are, how did she know you was in the lobby that time on your own. Listen to me, I have been thinking. Why has he stayed behind? What is he up too? I want to test this out, invite him to you. I am confident in you, tell him to come to you. He will come. Why is he hanging with a woman your wife fought!?” rubbing my chin “because he hates you” I blurted out “why hang with a man that hates me? He is willing to ruin you, use your brain Chris. Sink, I have never liked him” I am so angry, it’s him and it has to be because it all comes together “your family came out anyways, good seeing them. They got VIP, don’t worry” I chuckled “I am so jealous of them, I saw the picture you took with them” I know Robyn is jealous “I don’t know why you were hanging with a man that hates your wife Chris” Robyn is not going to let it go.

Putting my jean shirt over my Adidas hoodie, grabbing my phone from the bed and opening the door. Walking by the rows of bunk beds “Majesty, little momma. You on the bus” she ran off quickly, I am glad they came on the bus “are y’all coming to the after party?” there is a few of the Barbados lot that came out, I love it “oh no, I am too old for that. I will be babysitting Majesty” Noella’ mom said “cool, I mean I don’t mind. You can come” looking further down the bus, how has Yinka got on the bus. This shit is disrespectful, I know the boys are on the bus but why bring girls and especially girls that want my dick. I don’t want the family to think this is what I do, I am not happy “Chris” Noella nudged me “huh?” looking down at her “you went off for a little daydream there, but we was saying. We are coming if you don’t mind” nodding my head “that is fine, it’s a shame. I have to fly out tomorrow, I would have loved to spend some time with you all” it’s really appreciated that they actually did come “Monica would have come but she is looking after Robyn and she is being hard headed with her mom” I chuckled “I know my wife” she is very hard headed.

Stepping off the tour bus “take the family back to their hotel ok?” I said to the driver, hearing the screams already and the camera flashes. Stepping to the side “make sure the family come off” seeing Yinka step off and I turned my head, I don’t want to know. She stood at the side of me, why is she waiting with me “careful with those heels” holding my hand out for Noella, she grabbed my hand as she walked down laughing “thank you” she grinned “what about me?” Noella baby daddy said “I ain’t gay bro, come on” waving them out “Chris, you come here, I don’t want you being behind” Frank said “follow me” I said to Noella, waving at the fans as I walked into the club “Chris Brown in the building” they already announce me and I ain’t even in the place yet..

Drinking from the bottle of Ciroc bopping my head, the photographer came over to me. Placing my arm around Noella as he took the photos “there is a lot of females in this spot but she keeps giving me looks” Noella pointed at Yinka “ignore her, she is mad thirsty. She wants me so bad like it is disrespectful, but the boys trying to hit it, I don’t want no part of it. She is putting herself out there like that she is going to get burnt” Noella side eyed her “this bitch, I will slap her face on behalf on Robyn” I chuckled “forget it” I shouted over the music, I have too much shit on my mind like Sinko. Is he really setting me up. He’s blood gang, they ain’t snitches in that way. That can’t be, why would he want to do something so petty. It’s fucking with my mind so much, getting my phone out of my pocket and my phone screen lit up. My smile grew, the pregnancy photoshoot of Robyn on her own makes me so happy. She looks so beautiful, these pictures are for us and I prefer that because why should we show the world, fuck them “look how beautiful she looks” Noella pointed, nodding my head smiling unlocking my phone.

Tapping on the picture to upload, even in the club I can’t stop thinking of my wife. I thought I would upload a picture from the photoshoot, this picture of us together makes me happy. We was butt naked here too, you can’t see her boobs or anything, I covered those with my arm. Typing a caption out ‘I am missing my wife and baby so much, this is from the pregnancy photoshoot. Funfact: We both was naked in this shoot and my dick got hard, I know @badgalriri felt the poke’ giggling to myself as I pressed send, that is a fact and it did happen “alright, I am outta here. I want to go” locking my phone and placing it in my pocket “we might as well go” Noella started gathering her things but I think the rest want to stay “it’s ok, stay. Shit is free, you’re with me so you will get the service still” Noella is ready to go, stepping down from VIP “I am going, look after the family for me” I said to Ant, I need to rest like Robyn said and I am feeling it too. Feeling a hand on my arm “who the hell you touching!” Noella spat and the hand got yanked off me, looking behind me seeing Noella “and you are!?” Yinka said “I am his cousin bitch, don’t touch him. Touch him again or lay eyes on him again watch, you bitches can’t even leave a married man alone” Cass got between them both “let’s go ladies” I grinned at Noella “little Noella got heated huh, calm down little one” I think Noella been dying to do that.

Sitting in the back of the car with Noella “you didn’t have to leave you know or do that?” my voice is so rough “I did it on behalf of my pregnant cousin, I heard about her. Robyn told me, she is fucking disrespectful, how desperate. Like leave the fuck alone” rubbing my hands together laughing “females don’t know the word no, I am done with the cheating bullshit. I done it all and I don’t want it” feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket “it’s ok, you have changed a lot and this Chris is my favourite” seeing the caller I.D “I need to take this” I said before answering the call “Sinko, you finally answer my call? You too busy for me now?” he ain’t shit, I hate him “nah homie, just sorting the family out. I saw your text? You want me to come out there?” I don’t want him too but it makes me wonder, why is he staying behind for what. I rather he be close to me then to my family “yeah, come to France” this will be interesting for him to come along though, see what shit he can create but I will beat his ass and I will think I will do it before I even get back to America.

Laughing out loud, why is Chris like this. He didn’t need to tell anyone that he got hard on a photoshoot, he is actually annoying. God I miss his stupid self, I am still trying to get over him getting hard. I did nothing to him but get naked, he says because he smelled the pussy which is stupid, I mean he is stupid but it’s funny, shaking my head laughing even more “girl, what you laughing at over there?” my mom questioned, snuggling into the corner couch. I made Chris get a corner couch for us because I love them “you know the story I told you about the photoshoot? Chris getting happy?” my mom let out an oh “you are both nasty, thank you nobody else was there. Some type of porn shoot” I gasped “mom, it was not a porn shoot. Please” she is so weird, let me comment back ‘I swear to god, I hate you. I am not even going to entertain this behaviour online! Nigga!’ I don’t want to continue his stupidity but it’s funny “did my sister have fun there, did Chris give them VIP?” my mom asked “yes he did mom” I said through gritted teeth, feeling my abdomen tighten “god” I breathed out “you have those pains again? She said those are just getting you ready for birth” I hate it because they randomly come “yeah, yeah. I don’t think I can do it, I can’t push a whole baby out mom, I am so scared” I want a baby but not the pain, I am going to cry and scream so much “having unprotected sex gives you babies, god teaching you a lesson to keep your legs closed next time” my mouth hung open at my mom “but I want a baby, just not the pain. Why are you even saying about sex, just drop it” so annoying.

Hearing the buzzer go off, looking at my mom to move because I don’t want to move “I will get it, just because you are in pain my baby” smiling lightly at my mom “but do you know how to do it? Just look at the security camera first and then tell me” my mom walked by me “watch it, you nearly kicked poor Princess” she clearly sees the white bundle, poking my bottom lip out watching Princess look at me and then walk away. I need to put her on the couch with me but I can’t move right now “it is Jen!” my mom shouted “ok, that is fine. Open the gate first, watch her walk in and then open the door for her” I shouted back, it’s like jail but it’s better to have this then anyone walking in. My uterus is doing it all today, my god I wish it would stop.

Watching Jen walk around the couch “second visit today bitch, you miss me?” this is nice, my only person that likes me “of course I do, I love you bitch” Jen lifted my legs up and sat down, placing my legs on top of her lap “saw your dog, she looked so sad” I sighed out smiling “poor baby, my mom nearly kicked her. She is such a pain” Jen gave me a faint smile “it hurts me so much, I don’t like this rift between you both. This is you and Mel, I don’t understand how this came about. I think she was aiming it more at Chris but then forgot that is the man you love and your husband. I hate this Robz” I shrugged “what do you want me to say? She is lonely and I don’t want to know Jen. Right now it is not about Mel, it’s about me. Forget her!” I don’t want to hear about the bitch right now, my notification pinged. Bringing my phone up to my face seeing that Chris replied, a smirk played on my face opening the page and reading what he wrote ‘why you playing? You felt that shit! Poking your left butt cheek. Sidenote: Send me a new nude’ shaking my head laughing, he is actually annoying “you seen what Chris put up? He is being a dog” I said aloud replying back to the message ‘Didn’t feel a thing Mr Softy and how about you enter my messages, seriously lol!’ he is bad “I did and I was laughing so hard, he aired it out like it was normal” he better text me instead.

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Sink Or Swim

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Sunday, 13:43

Song: Jeremy Zucker, Chelsea Cutler - better off

Jens reads over the text message again as he sits on the bench and waits. He rubs his spare hand over his knee, trying to ease the itch under his skin.

Jana: can we meet up? I really need to talk to you

Despite how much he doesn’t want to have this conversation, he knows it’s necessary. That’s why it had only taken him a few minutes to say yes. He isn’t sure why he’s psyching himself out so much. He supposes he and Jana just don’t have the best history with serious conversations, and he has no idea what to expect from this one.

He’s sitting on a bench at the edge of the park, waiting. Jana is only a few minutes late, but it’s prolonging his anxiety and leaving his foot tapping against the pavement. He wishes he’d denied the offer, saying he had other plans.

Only, he did have other plans.

His eyes widen as the realisation hits and he checks his phone again.

He had other plans, that he was supposed to attend to over half an hour ago. He curses under his breath as he navigates to his messages, and surely enough there are a few from Lucas. Saying that he’s there, waiting, asking where Jens is, asking if he’s okay, asking if he was coming or not. The chat with Jana had been open the whole time, and Jens hadn’t even gotten the notifications. He curses under his breath and quickly tries to think of a reply, heart speeding away and hands shaking.

I’m so fucking sorry Luc, Jana asked to meet up and I completely forgot

I won’t be able to make it

He stares, and waits, and the message remains delivered and unseen. The last message from Lucas was only about five minutes ago, and Jens realises he’s probably given up and gone home. He drags a hand over his face and he grips the phone tightly, barely preventing himself from tossing it into the street. He’s in disbelief at himself, more than any anger, disappointed and upset and frustrated and he feels so stupid.

Lucas, Lucas, how could he forget Lucas?

He knows how. It’s because he’d been distracted all morning, listening to his father rant about and insult his boss (who is at least a decade younger), complaining that he ‘can’t believe anyone would raise their son to be such a ‘pansy’. It’s because his father had turned to him and expected him to agree, waving his hands about as if to say ‘you know exactly what I mean’, and Jens had wanted to tell him that no, in fact, he didn’t.

It’s because he’s begun to understand the ache in his chest in these particular moments and why exactly it’s there.

It’s also because Jana had texted him, then, asking to meet, and despite how painful the conversation is likely to be, Jens had wanted nothing more than to see her and feel some sense of normal and comfort.

It’s because he might have forgotten Lucas on purpose.

Jana finds him like that, hunched over in a panic, still staring at his phone, startling as she sets a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” she appeases. “You okay?”

Jens quickly pockets his phone and lets out a slow breath, nodding. “Yeah, sorry. Was starting to think you’d ditched me, is all.”

Jana smiles, and it isn’t tense, and it eases Jens’s worries a little. “It was tempting,” she admits.

They regard each other for a moment, and even though it’s been two years, Jens almost feels like he’s been portaled back. He can recall them in this same scenario, too many times before, and it certainly doesn’t begin to make him feel better.

But Jana sits down next to him, and bumps his shoulder, and smiles. “Don’t look so scared. I’m not going to try to kiss you again.”

Jens huffs and tries to hide some of his relief. “Well you have to admit it’s a legitimate concern.”

Jana bumps him again, rolling her eyes. She’s avoiding his gaze now, looking out in front of her and making it impossible for Jens to guess where this is going to go.

“Hey,” Jens prods gently. “You can talk to me, huh?”

She offers him a small smile. “I really wasn’t planning on kissing you. I know we’ve talked before about if we still had feelings and agreed we wouldn’t go back there. And that still isn’t my intention.” She takes a long breath. “But I do have something to tell you.”

Jens clasps his hands together in his lap, pressing in and out on his knuckles. “Okay.”

“Do you remember, in the summer, when I said I was supposed to be moving to New York?”

No.

Jens nods slowly.

“Well, they’ve only just sorted out mom’s transfer. I’m leaving in a week.”

Jens’s heart falls into his stomach and he can only look at her. He’d thought, when it was first brought up, that he’d made his peace with the idea. But then school had restarted, and Jana was still there to join them, and all worries of the matter had disappeared. Now it feels like a bomb being dropped all over again, while Jens feels unstable enough as it is.

“Jens?” Jana places a gentle hand on his arm.

Jens rubs his hands over his jeans. “What about school?”

“I have already made plans to transfer there. I was going to study online with them from the beginning of the year, but I worked it out so that I could spend it here.”

“So you knew it was still happening.”

“Yeah.” Jana’s voice is soft. “I’m really sorry, Jens. I know I should have told you earlier.”

She should have, but Jens understands why she hasn’t. He wouldn’t have liked having to break the news to her, if it was the other way around.

“No, I get it. I should be the one making sure you’re okay. It’s a lot. Does anyone else know yet?”

“I’ve told the girls. But only a couple of weeks ago. I told Amber not to tell Aaron, because I wanted to make sure I could tell you myself.”

Jens nods. “Does Robbe know?”

“No. I wouldn’t ask him to keep that from you. I think he’s been through enough of that.”

She hasn’t moved her hand from his arm. Jens looks down at it and wonders why he doesn’t feel more, even though he already feels too much. His feelings and his thoughts are all a mess, but that no longer seems unusual.

“Why did you kiss me then? Was it like...a goodbye?”

Jana shrugs, and her smile returns, though a little rueful. “A bit, I guess. I was thinking about having to tell you, and I knew I was going to miss you and I wanted to spend that little bit of time just being us again. Then I felt like I needed to make sure it was really done. That we couldn’t go back there, and I wasn’t making a big mistake leaving and letting that go.”

“And you were a bit tipsy.”

Jana rolls here eyes, but laughs. “A bit.”

“But now? You don’t feel like you’re making any mistakes?”

“Of course I’m going to miss you all. I would stay if it was just my choice. I just didn’t want to leave behind any what-ifs.”

Jens nods. He understands, beyond the fuzz occupying his head. He knows what she means, and he’s now glad of it, too. He probably would’ve wondered, as well. He thinks the idea of what they could have been will always lie between them, but it would have been much worse if they’d let the idea linger with Jana leaving. He understands, because after that kiss, he no longer wonders over his feelings for Jana, either.

“This kind of sucks,” he says. “I’m gonna miss you.”

She smiles softly. “I know. But we’ll still stay in contact, yeah? And I will visit.”

“As long as you don’t forget about me.”

She scoffs. “You’re more likely to forget about me, with all your new friends.”

Jens would love to respond to the teasing with a smart comeback, but instead there’s a sharp pain in his chest with the realisation his phone hasn’t buzzed. “Yeah, well, they might not be around for long either.”

“What?” Jana’s brow furrows. “Lucas? What’s happened?”

“I was supposed to meet him at one and I completely forgot. I sent him a message to apologise and he hasn’t messaged me back.” He feels almost ridiculous admitting it. He feels ridiculously upset that he thinks he can see a pattern.

Jana’s expression turns sympathetic. “Fuck, was that my fault? I’m sure he’ll understand when you tell him that. You can be quite good at apologies when you want to be.”

Jens snorts. “You mean when I apologise.”

“It’s always worth it,” she informs him. “Really, why were you so bummed about this, huh? Lucas isn’t going anywhere.”

“What? Like you, you mean?” Jens mumbles. Then he closes his eyes. “Sorry. I know it isn’t your fault.”

“No, but you’re allowed to be upset.” Jana squeezes his arm. When Jens doesn’t answer, she takes a moment to examine him. Then she’s asking, “You really like him, don’t you?”

Jens whips his head around to stare at her. “What?”

“Lucas. He’s only been here a couple of weeks, but you get along really well, right? He’s already like one of your best friends.”

Oh.

Of course that’s what she meant, he reminds himself. There’s no way for her to know. There’s no way for anyone to know.

For a few seconds, Jens considers telling her. It would only take three words.

I like him.

Instead he says, “Yeah. He is. It’s just that...Robbe’s super busy now. He always had other things going on before, but then he usually came to me to get away from them. Now he doesn’t need to. Aaron is always with Amber or talking about Amber. Moyo is working or dancing or whatever it is he does. Lucas...Lucas feels most like my friend.”

Jens is ready to backtrack, say ‘no, that was weird’, but Jana is already nodding and the smile on her face is a little too soft. A little too understanding. “I can see that. And when he’s that important to you, you’re not just going to let him slip away because of one dumbass mistake. That’s not you.”

It feels good, to think she’s right, even if he doesn’t entirely believe it. Jana has always seemed to know him better than himself, however—at least, when she wasn’t doubting him all the time. Her having this little bit of faith in him, it does help. He decides he can probably trust her a little bit.

“Lucas isn’t you, though,” Jens reminds her. “He’s important, but he doesn’t cancel you out. I am going to miss you.”

She smiles, and it’s a little sad, and she gives his arm another squeeze. “Me too.”

“It’s still nice. Just being with you. I’m going to miss that.”

“Just not like that anymore,” she shrugs, her gaze soft.

Jens wraps his arm around her shoulders and leans back against the bench, hugging her to his chest. She winds her arms around his stomach and rests her head on his shoulder and Jens presses a kiss to the top of her head. “No,” he agrees. “Not like that anymore.”

[ayellowcurtain]

can you do a prompt where Jens is jelly robbe is spending more time w bel!even and not him/squad so says something hurtful but they make up at the end like “maybe if you weren’t so busy sucking bud dick you’d have time for us etc...”

Could you do one Hurt Robbe and protective Sander

could you do more robbe and sander with the boys? I’m intrigued to know how they’ll react to them being head over heels in love with each other,

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It’s still weird between them, maybe it’ll always be, but at least Robbe has Sander now.

He can be a little overprotective, but Robbe actually likes it. He’s tired of his friends not caring enough for him. Robbe spent too much time alone, having to take care of himself emotionally, so it’s nice to have someone actually paying attention to him and what he wants.

Jens is still his best friend even after everything that happened, but their relationship is different now, especially when Sander is around which is very often. The not so funny jokes that Robbe was used to ignoring, now Sander always has a response at the tip of his tongue. That’s why he and Jens are still a little unsure about the other. They talk and they even get along whenever they’re away from Robbe, but if he’s around and Jens starts behaving like Moyo and Aaron, Sander gets a little more defensive.

The pre-game is at Jens’ house tonight and everyone else is late, so they have a good time just the three of them. Sander brought some weed and suddenly Jens becomes his best friend, sharing the joint with him. Robbe asks to have a go, but Sander holds the joint away from him, offering to shot gun if he really wants it. Robbe can feel his cheeks starting to burn and he looks at his boyfriend and his cute smile and he hears Jens laughing in front of them, saying he’ll close his eyes if that’ll make Robbe feel more comfortable.

He doesn’t really ask, but Jens closes his eyes anyway, leaning against the back of his chair and Sander comes closer, making Robbe open his mouth just a little, letting his boyfriend blow the smoke inside his mouth. When he closes his mouth with his eyes still closed, Robbe can feel Sander’s lips still close, he kisses Robbe’s top lip first and then the bottom one and Robbe shakes his head, gently pushing him away and when he opens his eyes, he can see Sander relaxing against the arm of the couch, rolling his eyes, but still smiling.

“Can I open my eyes or are you two still fucking?”

“You can open.” Robbe tries to say, but his voice is a little too low and broken.

“Unfortunately.” Sander complements his answer, putting his arm around Robbe’s neck, pulling him to sit closer again when Jens opens his eyes, looking from one to the other, smiling proudly. Thankfully, the doorbell finally rings and Jens gets up and leaves them alone in the living room.

Sander wastes no time, kissing Robbe’s jaw, making him turn his face, finally reaching his lips for a quick kiss while they’re alone.

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They are waiting for a text from Jana with the address to the party, Jens keeps looking at his phone and Moyo and Aaron are one on each side of him, trying to look at Jens’ phone too, talking about how Jana is looking good these days.

“Jens…” He looks up from his phone to look at Robbe and he doesn’t say anything else, just hopes Jens will understand that they shouldn’t be talking about Jana like she’s some inanimate object. Jens still likes her, Robbe knows it. And Jens doesn’t answer either, but he locks his phone, saying they’ll have to wait. Moyo looks at Aaron, then to Jens and rolls his eyes, throwing himself at the couch right next to Robbe.

“You’re such a fucking prude when these two are around, fuck, man!” He complains and Aaron sits at the other chair, agreeing with Moyo.

“Shut up, man. We just have to wait, she’ll text soon, chill out.”

“We didn’t say anything about her that’s new, she’s hot, Jens and you lost it.” Robbe can feel the situation turning a little, Jens looks at Aaron like he’s about to kill him and Sander laughs, hiding against his neck.

“It’s true!” Moyo sits up on the couch, looking at Sander. His boyfriend kisses his neck and looks up again, looking around.

“I’m pretty sure she wasn’t Jens’ for him to lose her, that’s all.”

Moyo and Aaron start to laugh and Jens gets up to get some more beers, putting everything at the coffee table when he comes back.

“Now that you two are together you act like angels like you weren’t cheating on your girls behind their backs.” Moyo looks at Jens, searching for some kind of reinforcement.

“We weren’t dating,” Robbe says about Noor, starting to regret accepting coming to this pre-game. Jens opens his beer, laughing.

“You were fucking someone else right next door to us, bro!” He points at Sander and Robbe swallows hard, drinking half of his beer at once, trying not to think about how Sander was with Britt. 

“Yeah! I remember seeing Noor eating Robbe’s face, biting his mouth too!” Aaron says way too loud. It’s Sander’s turn to move a little, sitting up straight on the couch, his arm pulling Robbe even closer, looking behind him at the other boys that are still laughing and teasing them about Britt and Noor.

“Robbe was having the best time of his life. Now it’s all domestic with you, Sander.” Jens says while drinking his beer, raising his eyebrows.

“I’m sure he’s having much more fun now, with me. I only got close to him because there was a huge space around him. He was constantly being left aside and so I got close and stole him from all your dumbass.”

There’s a long silence and Robbe gets up, saying he needs to pee, already on his way to the bathroom at the end of the hall, locking himself inside. He tries to forget about Sander and Britt, about Noor and everything else, but it’s a little hard sometimes and when it’s not, the boys are always ready to remind them of how it all started. Robbe pees and goes back to the sink, looking at himself in the mirror, opening the tap to wash his hands and face.

It’s hard to see Sander uncomfortable, Robbe can probably count on one hand how many times he saw it happen. After the disastrous conversation, Sander has the exact face he made when they won the paintball game when he took Britt down.

Apparently, while he was peeing, Jana sent the text with the address, everyone is up, finishing their beers to go. Sander comes closer, gently kissing him on the lips.

“I don’t feel like going.” He whispers against Robbe’s lips, putting both arms around Robbe’s waist.

“Jana is gonna get upset if we don’t show up.” Robbe runs his fingers through Sander’s hair, putting back to see his eyes, but his hair just stays up, falling to the side very slowly.

“I’m sure we’ll find a way to make up to her. I wanna go home, but you should go if you really want.”

“No, I wanna stay with you tonight. Everyone is out, you could sleep with me in the flat…” Sander smiles, nodding his head, pulling Robbe closer against his body.

“That’s all I need right now. Fuck the rest.” He whispers against Robbe’s ear, hugging him tightly.

“He can kiss...and make out...have sex if you’re really lucky,” Robbe whispers against his ear too and he can feel Sander smiling against his neck.

“I’m very lucky, Robbe.”

[nyangibun]

GoT 7x07 Finale Thoughts

So it’s finally here. The finale. The epic conclusion for this epic season... lol I’m kidding. This season has been a mess and so was this episode. But as always, let’s begin to unpack the nonsense to hopefully find some sense to it all. 

We begin the episode with Grey Worm and the Unsullied and Bron and Jaime overlooking them before the Dothraki come riding up. At first, I’ll be honest, I was wondering how the hell Grey Worm managed to escape Casterly Rock while Euron surrounded the place with his ships? Of course, it’s because everyone’s going to the Dragonpit meeting and bringing the might of their armies in the case it all goes to shit. I find that interesting because if not for this meeting, I believed there was no way Grey Worm would’ve come out unscathed. I still feel like either Grey Worm or Missandei is going to die soon and it’s going to take a large toll on the other, forcing them to question their previously unwavering loyalty to Dani. 

Nevertheless, this episode isn’t about that. It was just a stray thought. Let’s move onto the next scene, which I found interesting. Jon looks towards King’s Landing and asks, “why would anyone want to live there?” which just goes to cement his love for the North. So repeat after me, Jon Snow would never be happy in King’s Landing or anywhere south of Winterfell. It’s not who he is. It’ll never be who he is because Jon Snow is loyal to the North. Although it really doesn’t feel like it this episode, we’ll get to that in a moment. 

There are a lot of reunions happening during the Dragonpit scenes. A lot of it feels very gratuitous, like D&D is all ‘look we got all your favs in one place, isn’t this cool!’ But nah D&D, what would be cool is a consistent and sensical plot with character continuity. Nevertheless, this is what we got and I did really love the interactions between Tyrion and Podrick, Tyrion and Bronn and the original OT3 together again. Also, the little exchange between Brienne and the Hound was kind of adorable, which is not an adjective I would’ve used for their relationship. I just really liked how proud they both seemed of Arya.

On this walk to the Dragonpit, there was one conversation that I paid particular attention to, which was Jorah talking about the history of the Dragonpit and why it was created:

“Dragons don’t understand the difference between what is theirs and what isn’t. Land, livestock, children. Letting them roam free around the city was a problem.”

We’ve already seen that this is the case with Dani’s dragons when it burnt a child and I feel like this may come up again in S8. Look, if centuries of Targaryens couldn’t control their dragons, how will Dani? She ain’t that special. Even she’s said that those dragons can’t be tamed. They’re a danger to Westeros, just as the Others are. Both ‘Ice’ and ‘Fire’ are destructive forces to the fate of the Seven Kingdoms. By the end of the story, both will die. 

Speaking of dragons, Dani flying down to the Dragonpit meeting on a dragon when last we left her she was on the boat with Jon was so extra. It was actually quite uncomfortable to watch because it was such a gratuitous scene. On the one hand, Dani is asserting her power, using her dragons to once again instil fear in her enemies. If I had dragons, I’d do it too. It’s a good power move. But on the other hand, she’s there to strike up a truce and speak calmly about a larger threat, so this feels unnecessary. The power move thus feels more arrogant and kind of dumb under the circumstances, and clearly, Cersei felt the same way. The unimpressed look she had when Dani arrived says it all. And that’s the thing. Cersei may be a cold-hearted bitch, but she stands her ground in the face of her enemies, she looks them in the eye and says, “that it?” because she refuses to let them intimidate her. It’s awesome. She’s awesome. You can’t help loving her whenever she’s on screen. 

Now we have the long awaited reveal of the wight. First of all, I still think it’s a dumb idea and will always think it’s a dumb idea, but I guess it got everyone to understand the scope of what they’re facing up North even if it is a stupid contrived way to get everyone together. There are several things I want to unpack about the following scenes, so I’m going to start with the simplest: Euron. 

He makes a great show of not wanting to face the wights and wanting to sail back to the Iron Islands and hide out there till everything is over. I honestly believed it too until Cersei revealed her real plan to have Euron bring over the Golden Company while Jon and Dani are up fighting the Others. It’s clever, it’s underhanded and it’s so completely Cersei. And finally, we see Euron being utilised. I’m actually really excited to see him play a larger role in S8, which I think he will. With that in mind, now we fast forward a little to Theon winning over Yara’s men to go save her from Euron. I’m so proud of him, so proud of his ability to fight through his PTSD to do what he feels is right and proving to people (characters & audience alike) that he’s not a coward. But now, how many men does Theon even have? Not that many from the looks of it, and Euron is about to go pick up the Golden Company. I think Theon is going to tail after Euron from a distance, figure out what they’re planning and hopefully send a raven to Jon. After all, I think it’d be pretty easy to tell that Euron isn’t sailing for the Iron Islands and is instead going to Essos. But I don’t see how Theon will successfully get Yara back. Him dying on a failed mission also feels unsatisfying after everything he’s gone through, but I also don’t see how he’ll be able to take on Euron’s fleet.

That’s speculation for another day I guess. 

Moving on, let’s get right down to it. Jon’s (dumbass) speech: 

“I am true to my word or I try to be. That is why I cannot give you what you ask. I cannot serve two queens and I’ve already pledged myself to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen.”

And then this bit: 

“I’m not gonna swear an oath I can’t uphold. Talk about my father if you want, tell me that’s the attitude that got him killed, but when enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything, then there are no more answers, only better and better lies. And lies won’t help us in this fight.”

This speech is highly contradictory to the above speech because Jon did swear an oath and that was to the North as their king. As their king, he is to uphold his duties to them and to his people as best as he can, and that does not include giving Dani the North and pledging their allegiance to her. It doesn’t work like that. The Northern houses are proud men and women, who are loyal to their own and definitely not to a Targaryen queen, so they won’t kneel. Or did everyone forget what happened when Jon said he was going to Dragonstone?

“Your Grace, with respect I must agree with Lady Sansa. I remember the Mad King all too well. A Targaryen cannot be trusted, nor can a Lannister.“

“We called your brother king, and then he rode south and lost his kingdom.”

“Winter is here, Your Grace. We need the King in the North in the north.“

This is all seems rather foreboding and I still believe Jon is going to lose the North in S8. They’re all sailing to Winterfell now. How well would Jon be received when he arrives with Dani in tow? How well would the Northern houses take to Dani, a Targaryen? Nevertheless, what I’m trying to say is Jon swearing his fealty to Dani is a betrayal to the North in and of itself, so saying that he’s not going to swear an oath he can’t uphold is hypocritical at best because that is his first and foremost oath. 

Unless he’s not betraying it at all. Unless he’s saying it because he has no intention of not upholding his oath to the North. 

Also, it’s interesting Jon brings up Ned and how he’d rather be honest than make false promises, but that’s a lie. He made false promises to Ygritte and to the Wildlings. He’s done it all before. And what was the point of having Sansa say this to Jon if he was just going to follow the same mistakes that Ned made and subsequently that Robb made by taking up with a ‘foreign whore’ (sidenote: I hate the word ‘whore’ but I’m quoting here as it’s something Lord Glover said):

"You have to be smarter than Father. You need to be smarter than Robb. I loved them, I miss them, but they made stupid mistakes, and they both lost their heads for it.”

It would be completely pointless if after 7 seasons of character development and plot progression for Jon to be exactly like Ned and do the exact same thing as Robb and get away with it while the other two both lost their heads for it. Now I love Jon and I love his character, but if this is his trajectory, if he comes up on top, especially now it’s revealed he’s not even a bastard, that he’s the trueborn heir to the Iron Throne, then Jon Snow is starting to look a lot like Gary Stue. 

I want to believe otherwise. After all, I still have faith that D&D is leading us to the same conclusion as GRRM and he would no way want a fairytale ending for his complex and all morally grey characters. And that faith also led me to pick up on this exchange Jon has with Theon: 

“....It’s always the right step.”

“It’s not. It may seem that way from the outside. I promise you it’s not true. I’ve done plenty of things I regret.” 

So it may seem like Jon is betraying the North for Dani and his trust/love in her, but it’s not true. That’s what I took from it and what I will continue to take from this episode because I still have faith in Jon Snow. Before any anti’s come screaming at me about how I’m reaching for the sake of my ship, stop right there. I would rather Jon and Sansa end up platonic than let D&D ruin the characterisation of Jon or Sansa. Before I was a Jonsa shipper, I was a shipper of complex characters and decent sensical development, so you can leave your hate right where it is. 

Moving on again, can we please talk about Lena Heady? Can we please just stand up and give a rousing applause for Cersei ‘Badass Bitch’ Lannister? And Peter Dinklage too. That entire scene between them was so great. I’ve always really liked them together. But let’s talk about this a little. The entire conversation is dancing around their grief over Myrcella and Tommen and Cersei’s anger at Tyrion for ‘ruining’ their family, but then it ends with Tyrion realising she’s pregnant. The look he has on his face is a little like horror. At first, I thought that maybe the horror comes from the knowledge it’s another Twincest baby or that Cersei is procreating again and will it be a Joffrey or a Myrcella/Tommen? But now that I think about it, I think it’s more about the fact that Cersei will have an heir. Westerosi politics is built on these houses being able to produce heirs to carry on legacies and continuing ruling after their parents are long gone. It’s how they create stability. When there is no one true heir or no heir at all, there’s a power vacuum that causes civil wars (Dance of Dragons) and other such chaos. If Cersei has an heir but Dani doesn’t, who will the people want on the throne? At this point, Dani isn’t seen as a much better option than Cersei. She’s probably seen as a worse option since she’s a conqueror, or rather specifically, she’s Aegon the Conqueror come again. 

So let’s fast forward to the much-anticipated boatbang of the century, which was... anticlimactic. But that’s not what I want to discuss (yet). I want to talk about Tyrion standing outside the room, looking on with a strange expression on his face. Some people have suggested he’s jealous, but why would he be jealous if he’s the one that suggested to Dani that Jon is in love with her? Maybe he is, but it’s a weird way to show his jealousy. He actually steps out from the shadows and then stands there for a long time. Has he been spying on Jon or did he come walk over after the door’s closed because he already knows what’s going on? Besides, I feel like he looks more concerned than jealous, like something’s eating him up about it. Someone suggested that maybe Tyrion urged Jon to go to Dani. I wouldn’t say Tyrion explicitly said ‘go bang her’ or anything like that but maybe he implicitly suggested it because Tyrion has been rightfully concerned this season about Dani and the line of succession. If she can produce an heir, it would solidify her claim to the Iron Throne. Without one and being actually barren would make her less of a viable choice. Of course, this feels very tinfoil. It’s just bizarre for Tyrion to stand there looking so ominous. In fact, this entire scene was bizarre. 

I mean let’s really look at it. Not only is the boatbang scene being shot after a scene of Rhaegar and Lyanna marrying and supposedly being in love, but in between is also a shot of Lyanna dying while whispering Jon’s true name, ‘Aegon Targaryen’, and Bran’s voiceover saying he’s the trueborn heir to the Iron Throne. If that isn’t foreboding, I don’t know what is. You can hardly show an epic romance between two characters when you’re also cutting away to the romance of one character’s parents, which also confirms that said two characters are aunt and nephew. Nor can you have an epic romance scene when it’s being voiced over by one character’s brother-turned-cousin. That’s weird, especially when you go back to 7x02 when Missandei and Grey Worm had their long-awaited sex scene. The focus was entirely on them for several minutes as they undressed and took each other in. That entire scene was 4+ minutes dedicated to them, whereas Jon and Dani had about 15 or so seconds altogether and this is the supposed ‘epic romance’ of the entire story. This is the anticipated sexual tryst between two main characters, whereas Missandei and Grey Worm are secondary characters at best. It’s underwhelming. There wasn’t even a buildup to the sex or a closeup shot of their first kiss. It was just ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’. And then you factor in the scene before Jon knocks on the door. He stands there for some time like he’s steeling himself to do it. He doesn’t look nervous, not in the way one would be before going to bang someone he apparently loves. It’s just odd and frankly, rather ominous.

Anyway, let’s head to Winterfell for literally the best part of the entire episode. I honestly don’t have much to say about it. I just really loved the fact that Sansa and Arya were playing Littlefinger. I still hated that they had to butcher Arya like that to get this across, but the bond between the sisters seem stronger than ever and their final scene together was beautiful. 

But honestly, how loud did everyone scream at this part:

“You stand accused of murder. You stand accused of treason. How do you answer these charges, Lord Baelish?”

“My sister asked you a question.” 

It was poetic to have Petyr die at the hands of his own dagger and in a similar way to how Cat, his supposed beloved, died too. It’s perfect. Goodbye Creepyfinger, we won’t miss you! 

But before we say goodbye completely, Creepyfinger did give us a little Jonsa nugget if you were paying attention. When Sansa receives the letter from Jon that he bent the knee to Dani, LF says this: 

“I heard gossip that the Dragon Queen is quite beautiful.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Jon is young and unmarried. [Dani] is young and unmarried.”

“You think he wants to marry her?” 

“I think an alliance makes sense. Together, they’d be difficult to defeat.”

I know he’s trying to manipulate Sansa into betraying her family and taking the North for herself, so he could marry her and gain power, but commenting on Dani’s beauty seems a strange thing to add. He could just say Jon is young and unmarried and so is she, an alliance would good. But he starts with commenting on her beauty. He already goaded Jon earlier this season, figuring out his feelings for Sansa, and now he’s goading Sansa, who seems shocked and confused by it, only to deflect and bring the topic back to Arya. Perhaps it’s shipping goggles, but it’s an interesting add-on to the conversation. 

Back to King’s Landing though, Jaime and Cersei just had their massive, inevitable fallout and last we see is Jaime riding off on his own. Now, where would our conflicted little lion be heading? The North to Winterfell, right? And I wonder where a certain blonde-haired angel is going? Same place. Oh my, look how that worked for Braime <3 Sorry lol. I’m just very happy for the possibility of Braime and also very interested to see Jaime interacting with Sansa, which I hope he does. If/when Sansa becomes Queen of the North, I need Jaime to swear his fealty to her over Pyroqueen. Please. 

Final thoughts: 

The Night King is still the badass he is with this badass new child, Viserion, who is finally getting the recognition he deserves. All hail the Night King!

But only if Tormund doesn’t die. I swear to Lucifer if Tormund dies, I’ll kill the Night King myself. 

Also, Sam is at Winterfell!!! Please give me a Sam x Sansa friendship!!!! And his scene with Bran was hilarious. I don’t know why, but I just found it really funny. 

What did you guys think? 

[crownuponherhead]

yule be there for me right?

No one was surprised last year when Sansa was named Prefect, but he thinks they are still surprised she’s a Gryffindor. Everyone thinks she’s a Ravenclaw to a T. Then again Jon does too a lot, it’s been one of the things everyone’s always wondered about her. How was she a Gryffindor? She just didn't fit the mold. The rumors fly that she begged to be one so she wouldn't disappoint her family name. He knows that's true, if there's one thing he knows is that Sansa Stark doesn't beg for anything she never has. He just doesn't get it.

Day 6 of 12 Days of Jonsa

“Fuck the dumb fucking Targaryens are their dumb fucking pure blood shit.” Jon Snow groaned as he kicked the wall again. Ever since first year when they were sorted he’d been getting the worst from his father about not being a Slytherin like the entire family before. “Just a bunch of shitty fucking cousins all married to each other.” He grumbled again as he kicked the wall. You think they would have been even a little bit proud that he was Headboy? No. His Mother was, she was ecstatic. His father and the rest of the Targaryen’s were pissed that he’d taken the spot his half-brother Aegon, a fucking dumbass, had obviously ‘deserved’. No love for Jon, the lowly half blood bastard of Rhaegar that had been sorted into Gyrffindor and was friends with the Starks. He kicked the wall again. “Fucking no good shits.” He muttered crumbling up the letter again.

“Jon?” He turned quickly at the sound of Sansa Stark who stood looking at him confused in her big white jumper with a golden S in the middle.

“Sansa, sorry I uh didn’t know you were over here.” Which is a lame excuse because he’s only a few doors down from her door, but in his defense he did think this little alcove would be a good hiding space to express his anger since Catelyn had handed him the letter with a sad smile and a pat on the back. It’d become a tradition since starting Hogwarts and becoming best friends with Robb that he’d stay over here while his Mom went off to do the work she put aside for the whole summer. Sometimes she’d pop in on the weekends but he knows she’d put her whole live as a Magizoologist on hold for him, so he doesn’t really complain. It was nice to be around a bunch of people who were like his siblings, except Sansa. She never really had been like that to him.

“Are you okay?” Her bright auburn hair is falling down her back only pulled back by two braids on the side to frame her face. She’s holding a few books that he’s sure she plans on reading in the next few days. The look of concern on it though is what makes him pause and give a nod. Sansa was hard to reach she’d always been that way, her walls were bigger than probably even his own fathers. When she showed concern like this she really meant it, he’d only seen it a few times, when Bran fell off his broom being one of the first.

“Yeah, it’s just a letter from my father and his family.” He sees her frown before it even reaches her lips. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that his family was complete shit.

“May I see it?” That’s what surprises him, sure she’s always a proper lady but seeing and hearing her ask for the letter surprises him. He gives a nod and hands her the letter sitting on the ground with his back to the cool brick wall. He’s even more surprised when she joins him on the ground reading the letter. “I’m sorry the speak to you like that.” She finally says taking hold of his hand. For a split second he thinks he’s dreaming as she places a sweet kiss to his cheek. “You’ll always have a family in us. You’re basically a Stark, just with the perks of not having to deal with all the siblings all the time.” She teases a laugh crossing her usually stoic porcelain face.

“Thanks, Sansa.” He means it too squeezing her hand and sitting there with her while he processes his thoughts and emotions. He doesn’t leave and he thinks he’s in love.

That bubble is very rudely popped when they get back to school. Sansa is a Gryffindor Prefect so sure they spend a lot of time together sometimes but she’s still with her shit of a boyfriend Joffrey, the Slytherin prefect who he is almost certain bought his way to that title. No one was surprised last year when Sansa was named Prefect, but he thinks they are still surprised she’s a Gryffindor. Everyone thinks she’s a Ravenclaw to a T, he does too a lot it’s been one of the things everyone’s always wondered about her. How was she a Gryffindor? She just didn't fit the mold. The rumors fly that she begged to be one so she wouldn't disappoint her family name. He knows that's true, if there's one thing he knows is that Sansa Stark doesn't beg for anything she never has. Sansa and Joffrey though, he just doesn't get it. All he sees is a nasty little shit who doesn't treat Sansa like the Queen she is. Jon knows he's not alone in the thoughts either. He's heard Robb complain constantly about him and how he's just waiting for the moment the little shit messes up so he can act on it. Arya threatened to crucio him on the spot if she had to, she'd deal with the consequences.

However it's the more time he spends with Sansa that he realizes, something isn't right. He notices it first with how she reacts to compliments, and he's not talking about the one's he hears Professor Baelish aka Creepy Pedophile give her in Potions because of course Sansa is a genius and at the Newt level in the class. Those that made them all physically cringe whenever he even opened his mouth near her. No it's the real compliments she gets, like when Arya didn't say something sarcastic about the sweaters she'd made for everyone to celebrate his and Robb's last year, or when Headmaster Tyrion complimented her form when watching Transfiguration one day. Then it's when she gets hot one day when she's on rounds with him. When he sees the scar on her upper arm he has to stop himself from asking why because he knows it'll just scare her away. It is the moment he tells himself he'll destroy Joffrey Baratheon no matter what.

He thinks the final straw when he puts the pieces together is when he accidentally sees Joffrey when he's mad, it's not at Sansa it's at one of his little minions. Seeing how he reacts to something as ridiculous as not wanting to match as one of his friends makes his heartache for Sansa to imagine what kinda shit she put up with that she certainly didn’t have to deal with.

“Does he get mad at you?” They’re walking near Ravenclaw Tower, some place he knows is a safe place, that no one would hear.

“What do you mean?” Typical Sansa, calm cool collected something he’d grown to know when was a lie.

“I saw Joffrey get mad at one of his idiot friends, does he get mad at you like that?”

Sansa doesn’t say anything and it’s enough of an answer for him to know it’s true. They keep going through their rounds, she’s been telling him about a pattern book she found and how she hoped she would have enough time to make her own dress for the Yule Ball. It’s right before they get to Gryffindor Tower that she stops him looking at him with all the emotion in her eyes she must bury so deep.

“Jon, you aren’t going to tell anyone, right? I don’t think I could stop it if I tried, so ignoring it seems best.” He wraps his arms around her at that.

“Sansa, I don’t care what it takes I promise you that I won’t let him hurt you again.” Her broken smile makes him feel like a dragon for the first time.

When Joffrey breaks up with her he tries is hardest not to celebrate. Sansa doesn’t look too upset when it’s just their friends around, but when around everyone it’s like this mask of the sad ex-girlfriend goes on. However he does notice her hitting a bottle of Firewhiskey more often than not when rumors circulate. He knows she’s partying right now celebrating the win that her siblings somehow pulled off against Slytherin. She’d laughed with him at watching his half-brother and Joffrey’s temper tantrums at the loss. Sure he wishes he was partying instead of waiting for the rest of the rounds to be finished for the night but he really doesn’t mind missing it, at least his hangover won’t be as bad.

When he sees her gleam of red hair and someone pushing her against the wall he wants to die from embarrassment. It’s when Sansa’s voice is letting out slurred stops that are being ignored he wants to murder whatever bastard has her against the wall. He’s acting before even thinking and in split second all he wants to do besides take Sansa in his arms and tell her she’s okay isice his hand that just deck Ramsay Bolton.

“Jon!” It’s all she says, her make up a mess from crying, her skirt is torn and he wants to cry at the fact that he can see her underwear is too.

“Sansa,” He reaches out tentively and reacts as fast as he can when she takes his hand and is moving into his arms. “You’re okay, you’re safe he’s never going to hurt you again, Sans.”

He watches as she pulls back and their eyes meet. She looks so broken but at the same time put together. “No he won’t, because I’m Sansa Stark and he can’t take who I am away from me.”

Jon realizes that Sansa is more of Gryffindor than any of them, she’s the bravest and most courageous person he knows.

“God just bloody ask her already!” Robb finally lets out from next to him. They’re sitting in the Three Broomsticks and apparently he hadn’t been too discreet at staring at Sansa from across the room. “I’m supposed to be the person who stops any guy from even looking at her and right now I just want to lock you both in closet so you both will stop being absolutely disgusting in your pining.”

“What if she said yes to that Hardying bloke?!” Jon let’s out in a panic to his best friend.

“Oh she didn’t, Arya said she saw him pouting and curing firey redheads or something like that.”

Jon doesn't think he can say no to that. He knows she has a dress, she's been working on it for a number of weeks. He remembers in early October, Professor Pedophile had seen her sketching it in class and made some disgusting comment about how lovely she'd look in it. When he'd brought it up, Sansa finally admitted to what he feared that the creep had been making comments like that at her since first year and saying how much she looked like her mother. She even admitted she was only a level ahead in Potions because she didn't want to have a full seven years with him breathing down her neck. It takes a lot not for him to deck Professor Pedophile next time he sees the creep.

"Stop getting lost in your thoughts and just fucking go!" Robb says from next to him already rolling his eyes. Jon's on his feet before he knows what he's doing.

"Hey Sans," He let's out looking down at her. When she turns and looks at him with a bright smile and eyes that look like everything that would leave his mouth would be important to him he wants to scream. He remembers that letter from August that caused them to be in this spot here.

"Jon! Sit down, Jeyne and I were just talking about the Yule Ball! I'm almost down with my dress." She grins up at him and Jon is ninety nine percent sure he would take literally any beating from his father's family about him being a disappointment just to see the happiness radiate from her after so long of it not.

"About that, I uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? To the ball." He let's it out not as smoothly as he would of liked but he does. When her grin gets bigger, he thinks he's won the damn lottery.

"I thought you'd never ask!" Sansa lets out standing up to place a kiss on his cheek and move to wrap her arms around him. "Oh and Jon?"

"Yeah?" Here we go the catch she said yes but she wants to say more. Taking a deep breath he braces himself looking at her hesitantly.

"Thank you for believing in me." With that she places a quick peck to his lips and he's absolutely certain that this is all a fever dream. When she moves to sit back down and he's suddenly back with Robb he realizes it really is real. Or maybe that's just the slap up the head from his best friend with the claim, that's for kissing my sister. He doesn't care, it was worth it.