#sweet tender davo moment

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My top 10 Brackwood songs & why each qualifies

War of Hearts by Ruelle: “I can’t help but love you even though I try not to” pretty much sums up the one scene we got between them, it was the tension and undertone we all picked up on. It’s what Davos was thinking as his hand turned just slightly towards Aeron’s even as he approached him heatedly.

Daylight by David Kushner: the expression of religious guilt surrounding sex/a relationship, the lines like “telling myself, I won’t go there” and “telling myself it’s the last time”, the idea that this expression of sexuality must be concealed and only allowed to live at night, I could go on forever probably.

Once More to See You by Mitski: the sweet melancholy of this song while being about loving someone dearly but being forced to keep it secret and living for seeing them just one more time fits Aeron and Davos devastatingly well.

Love and War by Fleurie: to keep it simple the line “lover, hunter, friend and enemy, you will always be every one of these” alone makes it perfect for them.

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage: The elegance of this song that’s talking about kinky sex is so impressive and lovely to listen to in the first place and I think that fits Aeron and Davos very well. They want to tear each other apart in a tender sort of way. And the singer expressing possessiveness within those moments is, again, very fitting.

Six Feet Under By Billie Eilish: this song is about a love that is already doomed but having hope that with a little care and effort it would flourish even if you know deep down it can’t, you need that hope.

I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski: they are each others losing dogs. “Where I’ll be looking in their eyes when they’re down”, “I’m losing by their side”, “someone to watch me die”.

My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski: Davos and Aeron can’t have much of their own. They live in a time, a place, and within a system that takes everything from them as individuals. They are a Bracken and a Blackwood not Davos and Aeron. They are the sons of highborn men, they are river men, they should be knights and fighters, good at riding horses and killing and hunting, they are to marry a woman and have children and continue on their line. The only thing that truly belongs to them is personal thoughts and feelings. The only thing they can keep for themselves is loving each other.

Doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine: this one might not fit quite as well as some of the others on my list but I really like it for them all the same. I feel they could both easily come into the mindset that one of them feels more than the other because they would each always be putting up fronts and struggling not to show their true feelings so I think the lines like “you'll sit and stare like a goddamn machine” and “I'd like to plan out my part in this but you're such a narcissist” can fit pretty well. But the lines that really bring me back to this song for them are these ones: “The death of me was so quiet, no friends and family allowed, only my murderer, you and the priest who told you to go to hell” also “and the funny thing is I would've married you, if you'd have stuck around” and finally, tragically, “I feel more free than I have in years, six feet in the ground”

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane: this song is less obvious most likely but I like the idea of each of them being tired of the family obligations, the work of everyday life, the façade they have to put up about hating each other so they just daydream about being alone together somewhere know one else even knows about. Perhaps it’s where they go in their minds when life is overwhelming.

Anyway, feel free to share your own or discuss my picks in the replies 😌

[nightvortaex]

A modern Davron au that attacked my brain:

Aeron finds a note in a library book saying:

“If you like this book, let’s talk” Davos

There’s a phone number written next to it. Aeron hesitates whether he should reach out to the unknown person, but he ends up liking the book so much that he really wishes to share his thoughts about it with someone, so he writes a message:

“Hello Davos, I’ve found your note in the book. Let’s talk.”

First they only talk about the book, but soon they start to have conversations about other things, and it gets to the point that they stay up all night talking on the phone and text each other daily, always asking about the other’s day, and basically just discuss everything with each other. They decide they should meet (both of them are dying to meet the other). They agree to meet at a library cafe (bookworms who love a good coffee). Aeron is the first to arrive (don’t know why in my brain he would be on time or even a little bit too early) and he’s so nervous he’s fidgeting with his bracelet. He gets a message from Davos saying; he’s sorry that he’s late, a few minutes and he’ll be there (because I think Davos would be late a little bit but only a few minutes, he’s very eager to meet Aeron as well and feels bad for being late). Aeron tried to imagine so many times how Davos would look, and when he sees him at the entrance of the library cafe Aeron realises he looks nothing like how he used to imagine him. He thought he would have the look of a 'very typical bookworm’ instead, he looks like the complete opposite: dark, messy hair, silver rings on almost every finger, clothes all shades of grey and black, black boots, and a headphone around his neck.

“He looked like the darkest night sky, only the rings and those loving eyes shone like stars.” (my brain said that’s how Aeron would describe him later in his diary when he writes about him).

Davos looks more like a typical troublemaker than a bookworm, and Aeron would have assumed he’s probably a bully if he hadn’t already known from their conversations that he has a soft side and he’s a cutie inside actually). So Aeron kind of starts to panic internally: “Omg, he’s so handsome. I wasn’t prepared for this.” He already liked him as a person a lot, and now seeing how damn good-looking he is, he is becoming concerned that, oh no, he can totally fall for him (he has already been falling for him but he's not willing to acknowledge it because falling someone you never met and only talked to through messages and phone calls is dumb according to him).

Meanwhile, Davos is absolutely mesmerised by Aeron from the first second he looks at him. He has been kind of falling for him through their text messages and phone calls (because Aeron has such a sweet, tender voice and the way he can talk so passionately about everything he loves)

“His voice, a beautiful siren song which I would follow to the depths of any ocean.” (Davos would write something like this in his diary, poor boy was already getting addicted to him).

Now he knows Aeron not only has the sweetest voice ever (+ the sweetest person ever based on their conversations) but also insanely gorgeous. He stops in front of Aeron and he’s totally unable to take his eyes off him. He loves how Aeron’s hair is shimmering in the sunlight, how his cheeks seem slightly pink and how he is fidgeting with his bracelet nervously. Poor Davos is completely doomed from this moment, that’s the love of his life. They greet each other and sit down at one of the tables. Both of them order a coffee (Davos would drink an ice coffee, but Aeron would choose something more fancy). They start to talk, and Aeron’s nervousness quickly disappears because talking to Davos is just so natural and easy like breathing as always. Without noticing, they spend several hours in the library cafe talking about whatever comes to their mind. Davos is looking at him like nothing else in the world exists other than Aeron, like he’s the Sun (a radiating beauty) and the planet of his being only orbits around him. While Aeron, from time to time, locks eyes with Davos, and he feels like he’s being pulled by a strong gravitational force making him fall deeper and deeper, in his dark clothing Davos is like a supermassive black hole that is about to devour the whole existence of Aeron.

[sailorshadzter]

some tender davos & jonsa baby girl moments for you.

i cant remember where the inspo came for this but i found it half written in my files lol

When the first Northern princess is born, the whole realm celebrates. 

She follows after two princes, two older brothers who will look out for her all of their lives, brothers she will remain close to for her entire life. There is next to no one in all of Westeros who does not toast to her birth, the princess they’ve been waiting for, even if they hadn’t realized it.

There’s no one more excited for this birth than Ser Davos, the Hand to the King.

It’s been many years now since he allowed himself to become close to a young child- it was true, he loves the Northern princes well, overseeing their wellbeing, their education, their whole lives- but when the news comes to his door that morning, that the queen had delivered a princess, his world suddenly changes. 

At first, he was hesitant to become close to the little princess- what had happened to the last princess he loved, after all? Even now, when Shireen would be a woman grown, likely with children of her own, the pain of her loss feels fresh as if it had only been yesterday. He had loved that girl, with her soft, sweet nature… He had loved her as if she were his own. She had been his own. 

But then, he had held that child, just hours after her birth- with her tucked into the crook of his arm and her brothers on both of his knees, Davos knew he was falling in love once again. This little princess, with her shock of dark hair, but with eyes so blue… She would grow into a beauty that would rival only her own mother. “Lyanna,” his king says when he steps into the room with a grin. “Her name is Lyanna.” Davos nods, blinking back the tears as he peers down into the newborn’s sleeping face. 

He would protect her, no matter the cost. 

[ x x x ]

“Grandsire!”

The little voice calls out as the door swings open and Davos is laughing as the child rushes towards him. “Good morning Lyanna,” he greets as he swings her into the air, her giggle filling the room. “Did you sleep well?” He asks as he sets her back down on her own two feet, a delicate child, small for her age, but with a personality that would certainly make up for her size. 

“Aye!” She giggles, all her father, though despite her dark hair and gray blue eyes, she is her mother’s twin. “I had a dream,” she goes on, somber now, peering up into the face of the old man she’s come to love. 

“A dream?” Davos questions as she climbs up onto his lap. 

“Aye,” she says again, bringing another chuckle from his lips. “My mother will have another baby.” Davos has become used to these premonitions of the Starks, both the children and the parents. The queen often spoke in cryptic messages- not just now, but back then, when she had rode through the gates of Castle Black. And was the king not able to place himself into the mind of his white wolf? No, he was used to these strange abilities of the Stark family. “And I will be a big sister,” ah, there it was, the carefree sense of a child. 

“Is that so?” Davos questions and she’s grinning, head tilting in a way he’s seen her mother do a million times or more. “Well, what does your mother say of this?”

Lyanna giggles again, a sound that fills him up with pure joy. “She says certainly three is enough, but she smiled when she said it,” and while the little girl doesn’t understand, Davos has experienced his queen’s pregnancies enough times now to know she already knew what her daughter had said to be true. “Will you take me to ride today, grandsire?” She asks then, smiling broadly as she thinks of spending an afternoon in the saddle. 

“Aye.” Davos winks and she’s sliding off his lap, dancing happily around the room as only a child could do. His heart softens and he swallows, wondering just when she had grown from babe to child, for it felt like only yesterday that he was holding her after her birth. Now she was a child of three, with brothers of six and five; time had flown, that was certain. And he thinks back to those days so long ago, days of the past where it had not even been her parents he stood beside… Days left behind, but never forgotten. Sometimes he wonders just how they’ve even made it this far.

But then Lyanna is taking him by the hand, tugging him back into the present, and he remembers… They were here because they had fought to be here. Every battle, every moment, it had all led them to this new and beautiful life they all lived- one of happiness, of peace. 

So, he rises up to his feet and lets the girl lead the way, listening intently as she talks about her pony, happier than he thinks he’s ever really been.

[a-libra-writes]

Spending Your First Time With the GoT Characters

THIS IS THE CUTE SHIT I LOVE. One anon requested first time with them, another how you lose your virginity to them, and i figured id roll it into one or it'd become redundant :p 

In this preference, you'll be with: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Dolorous Edd, Mance Rayder, Tormund Giantsbane, Theon Greyjoy, Yara Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jamie Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Petyr Baelish, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Brienne of Tarth, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Oberyn Martell, Beric Dondarrion, Gendry

NED STARK

Ned would give you the most loving expression as he’d undress you, often pausing to give you firm kisses on your lips and neck. He would be nothing but considerate and would make sure you were comfortable with how he touched you and how quickly he undressed you. He’d end up forgetting his own clothes as he’d lie you down and caress down your body. He’d love just touching and squeezing your soft skin before slipping his rough fingers between your legs and stroking you while giving you firm kisses. As much as Ned would be aching for you, he wouldn’t enter you until you were sufficiently relaxed and quivering with pleasure. Once you were ready and you felt him fill you up, he’d love how you’d adjust your hips and sigh as you’d make yourself comfortable.

ROBB STARK

He’d be grinning like a fool, cheeks red and eyes bright at the fact such a lovely, wonderful person wants him. Robb would waste little time in giving you plenty of kisses and firm touches, eagerly wanting to move your clothes aside so he could feel your skin. The more you’d undress, the more eager he’d become, especially as you’d return the touches. He’d love to grind himself against you first, getting both of you out of breath and taking his time to make sure you’re ready. He’d keep you close as he’d enter you, taking a moment to ask if you’re alright even as he’s breathless and biting at your neck.

SANSA STARK

She would be a little nervous initially, but the worries would slowly melt away as you began to get lost in kisses and touches. Sansa would want to undress you first, taking in your breasts and hips and thighs as she began to slide the clothes off. She’d take her time touching and stroking between your legs, before long she’d ask if she could taste you. Sansa would have a surprising confidence, doubled by you returning the affection and wanting to pleasure her just as much. She’d be so turned on by your first orgasm that she’d just have to push you a little further, giving you extra touches while you gasped from the over-sensitivity. 

JON SNOW

He would try not to be nervous himself, trying to play it cool and “take the lead” so to speak, but as you’d crawl into his lap and kiss him until he can’t think straight, that would go out the window. He’d want nothing more than to feel every bit of you with his hands, stroking the warmth of your thighs and pressing his fingers into your warmth. He’d love the way you’d gasp and squirm and he’d want to use his tongue to make you come. He’d be more than eager to be inside you, but he’d take his time, giving you sweet praises as you adjusted to the new sensations. He’d want to kiss you, and he’d find it incredibly sexy when you moaned against his lips and held him closer. 

BENJEN STARK

Knowing that it was your first time with anyone, Benjen would go out of his way to make you feel like a spoiled princess. He’d praise everything, touching what he liked and kissing what he loved. He’d figure out what flustered you the most and do it without mercy. You’d tell him to knock it off with the teasing, but then he’d get serious, making you come fast and hard with his tongue. Once he licked you clean, he’d have a devilish smile as he’d ask if you’re ready. He was aching to be inside you, but Benjen understood that he had to take his time. Of course, he was more than eager to speed up his thrusts as you’d become more comfortable and beg him for it. Benjen would want you to claw at his back and his arms, not minding in the slightest if you left marks. 

JORY CASSEL

He’d be so happy that you were wanting to be with him, and once he learned he was your first, he was almost adorably determined to make sure it was enjoyable for you. You’d sigh and moan in contentment as he carefully touched and stroked you, leaving firm kisses on your breasts and stomach as he made his way to your legs. He was almost worshiping your body, lost in your scent before he finally dipped in his tongue and made you cry out and rock your body against him. Once you came, he’d still have bright red cheeks as he’d ask if you were comfortable, or if you wanted to stop. Jory would be a bit embarrassed by how you eagerly helped him out of his own clothes, and he’d love to hold you close as he entered you carefully. 

DOLOROUS EDD

Edd would be … conflicted. On one hand, he was ridiculously, stupidly in love with you. On the other, he felt like you deserved so much more than someone like him, especially in whatever dingy room you two could find for privacy. Once you reassured him with a firm kiss and began removing his clothes yourself, the outside began to slowly melt away as you two entered your own little world. He'd want to touch as much of you as possible, kissing every bit of your neck and chest. You're often hidden under so many layers, so Edd wanted to take in as much as possible. As he'd slowly enter you, he'd bury his face in your shoulder and mutter a string of sweet praises. 

MANCE RAYDER

It was obvious by the way he looked at you that he cherished and desired you, but Mance also understood boundaries. When you started to straddle him while you made out and guided his hands under your clothes, he was more than happy to oblige you. He'd kiss and leave hickeys on your neck while he pulled your clothes away, complimenting your lovely body. He loved the blush that crept on your cheeks as he teased your body and slipped his fingers between your legs, getting you wet and clinging to him before he led you to his cock. Between an encouraging smile and heavy breaths, he’d encourage you to ride him at your leisure and chase your pleasure first. 

TORMUND GIANTSBANE

He’s thought so much about being with you, but he never thought someone as fiery and lovely as you hadn’t been with someone before. Tormund felt like you were giving him something precious, and he just knew you had to be taken care of properly. He made sure your shared tent was full with comfortable furs and a warm fire, and he had a surprisingly tenderness as he undressed you and massaged the knots from your muscles. While he was fine with you undressing him, he made sure you were lying back like a spoiled cat so he could kiss your thighs, leaving little bites and pleasuring you until you were grabbing his hair and filling the tent with your moans. He’d want to keep going, too - giving you a second orgasm before he was pulling you into his lap, peppering kisses all over your neck and asking if you were ready for him. 

THEON GREYJOY

Theon would have the most smug look on his face when you told him, assuring you that he knew all along, and he was absolutely going to give you a “night to remember”. You punched his arm and he laughed as he reassured you. Theon would want to kiss you everywhere and left several love bites as he’d gradually undress you. He’d start to lose his attitude as he took in your body and flushed cheeks, surprised such a pretty, well-born girl like you wanted to be with him at all. His hands would greedily explore every bit, and his lips would do the same. He’d eat you out with a ferocity that dissolved you into gasps and shudders, then ask if you’d like more. It was hard to keep his smug attitude when he was too flustered over how flushed your cheeks were and how content you were.  

YARA GREYJOY

All Yara could do was smirk. While she was taken by some surprise, she liked that you told her matter of factly, with no shyness or shame. She decided to make it a memorable night for you, pulling you into her lap as soon as you both entered her captain’s quarters, She had all sorts of fun, leaving hickeys on your neck, teasing your body through your clothes before finally slipping her fingers in. Even then, she kept denying your pleasure, taking her fingers away just as you were about to finish. By the fourth time she did this, you irritably told her to hurry up, which you quickly realized was a mistake. Yara flipped you over, pinned you down and wickedly asked what her dear lover wanted. You’d end up begging for it several times by the time the night was over.

DAENERYS TARGARYEN

Dany was pleased when you told her, and she wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t until you were comfortable and wanted to spend an evening with her that she realized it. She remembered being so afraid when her first time came. She didn’t want you to feel a fraction of that fear. Dany would spend some time touching your body as she removed your clothes, giving you light kisses and taking her time to ensure you were comfortable. She wanted to both explore your body and let you take in all the sensations. Once she reached between your legs, she loved feeling your wetness and how you gasped with her lightest touches. Even after you’d come with her fingers, she’d ask if she could use her mouth next, and you noticed after both times she was very pleased with herself. 

JORAH MORMONT

While he’d have a fleeting moment of worry about your age difference, and if he really deserved someone such as you, he was quickly filled with adoration as you assured him that you wanted to be with him. Jorah would seat you in his lap and give you long, deep kisses as you touch his body as you pleased. Once you were comfortable, he’d undress you himself, earnestly telling you how beautiful and sweet you were. He’d end up flustering you with how he was so genuine with his praise. Jorah would want to taste you almost immediately, kissing you straight down to your legs, and pleasuring you until you were a quivering, gasping mess. By the time he pulled you back into his lap and thrust inside you, you were clinging to him and grinding your hips to take him deeper. 

MISSANDEI

She hadn’t had much experience herself, and none of them were particularly good memories, so in a way it was like you both were having a new experience together. Missandei liked to think of it that way. You both took a long bath together first, full of playful touches and deep kisses, before helping each other dry off and heading to your warm bed. Missandei liked holding you close so she could feel your heartbeat together with her’s, and when she touched between your legs, she loved how eager and sensitive you were. She thought your orgasm was the loveliest thing, the way you moaned and gasped, and she’d ask nicely before using her tongue to give you another. You wanted to do the same things to her, although she wouldn’t pressure you, and you thought it was cute how much she touched and patted your hair as she got closer to her own orgasm.

TYWIN LANNISTER

Having wanted you for some time, Tywin had already thought of how to make you comfortable. As he removed your wedding dress, he’d run his hands along your sides and down your back, occasionally kissing your neck and shoulder to make you shiver. Once you were bare before him, he’d stroke your thighs and kiss your breasts, then slip a hand between your legs. His fingers would stroke slowly and firmly, making you arch your back and hold onto him. The whole time, Tywin would admire your flushed cheeks and bright eyes, but he’d say nothing as you came undone in his arms. Once you’d caught your breath, he’d squeeze your hips and take you with a pace that was just as steady, but deep enough to draw several moans from you. It was slow enough not to hurt, but you could still feel every inch. The closer you were to another orgasm, the more he’d pick up the pace and encourage you to keep saying his name. 

TYRION LANNISTER

He loved you with all his heart, and he still felt like it was a dream that a kind, beautiful girl like you still wanted to be with him. He’d long decided that he would spoil you rotten. Tyrion took his time undressing you, praising your sweetness all the while, planting kisses on all his favorite places, which was most of your body. He’d still want to make you laugh, because he just loved that smile, but once he began touching you he wanted your moans instead. He’d touch and lick you with confidence, curious to what you would like best. He’d want to be in you as soon as you came down from your first orgasm, but he had the sense of mind to hand you a drink and ask how you were doing. After a shower of more kisses, he’d part your legs again and lose himself in how sweet and warm you felt. He’d still touch you, over sensitive or not, wanting you to come around his cock.

JAIME LANNISTER

Jaime thought you were joking at first, he’d seen so many suitors after you, he was sure you’d had your pick before you two were together. He was cocky, insisting that he’d spoil any other man for you, and you just scoffed and pulled him into a deep kiss. As he began undressing you and relishing in the gasps you’d make when he squeezed you, Jaime started to become quieter. He noticed how you’d look at him with such anticipation -  no, love - and how his touches made you shiver. It was new and exhilarating, but a strange, protective feeling came over him. He pulled you into his arms as he touched between your legs, whispering all sorts of sweet and filthy things at once. He had a sudden urge to come with you, so he’d eased himself inside and held you possessively until you two cried out together.

SANDOR CLEGANE

It made him damned nervous. In fact, he was probably more nervous that you - you actually wanted him, you held his face and kissed him with such affection that it was frightening. You reassured him it’s what you wanted, and as much as he grappled with it, he was already greedily pulling at your dress and dragging you to bed. The more you touched him so tenderly and became needier for kisses, the more possessive he became. He squeezed your ass tightly as he bit at your neck, wanting to leave bruises and hickeys, loving to hear how breathless you were. He loved stretching you out with his calloused fingers, feeling how you’d clench against him and slick his palm up. He didn’t want to admit to himself how much he loved hearing you cry out his name as you came. He wanted you in his lap when he thrust into you, wanting to really hold you close, as if you’d leave at any second. 

BRONN OF BLACKWATER

Bronn already knew you didn’t have much experience in this department, and he never faulted you for it. If anything, he tried not to think about how much he liked the idea of “teaching” you a few things. When you teased him about just such a thing, he couldn’t believe his luck, and gladly went to your chambers. He admired your stubbornness and gave you all sorts of dirty praises as he slowly undressed you. Bronn took his time, teasing and edging you, laughing when you told him to hurry up. Groping your ass and licking up your wetness was fun, but surprised himself at how much he wanted to be in you. He let you hold him close, thinking the way you nuzzled into his neck was cute, and relished the breathless gasps you gave as he began thrusting in and out. 

PETYR BAELISH

You knew he would take care of you, because he always treated you with such sweetness, but you hadn’t expected it to happen this quickly. He was just in such a romantic mood, wanting to shower you with gifts and touches, and you could see the eagerness in his eyes when he asked if you were comfortable to let him go further. Petyr removed your clothes swiftly, but he was quick to touch and reassure you, giving you loving kisses and gladly leaving hickeys behind on your neck and shoulders. As he’d touch between your legs and bring you to orgasm, his sweet words would become dirty praise, asking if you liked what he did to you and how much you wanted him. He didn’t quiet himself once he was finally inside you, quickly becoming possessive as he kept you in place and almost begged you to moan louder for him.

STANNIS BARATHEON

He expected this sort of thing, but seeing you on the bed in your lovely wedding gown was affecting the stern man more than he wanted to admit. His eyes kept taking in your shoulders, your lips, the way the dress hugged your legs, and before long he was helping you wiggle out of it. You knew that he wanted to touch you, and you had to reassure him that you wanted him to. It was enough to make Stannis’ cheeks turn a little pink. He lost himself in your warmth, allowing himself to relax, and you felt safe in his surprisingly strong grip. You didn’t expect how carefully he held you, or the soft apology he gave as he slowly thrust in you. You gladly gave yourself over to the new and pleasurable sensations. Afterward, Stannis was unsure how to process these new feelings and thoughts, but he offered to draw you a bath and made sure you were comfortable in bed afterward, quietly asking if he could do anything else for you. You liked the gentleness in his voice as he said this, and he was just as attentive in the  morning.

DAVOS SEAWORTH

As you kissed him firmly and brought him close to you, Davos quietly asked if you were sure you wanted to be with him. He was still concerned about the status difference between you, never mind the age gap. When you’d firmly press yourself against him and reassure him of your love, he’d melt and find himself unable to deny you anything. He’d shower you with plenty of affection as the two of you removed your clothes, and before long Davos became lost in the warmth and softness of your body. He knew just how to finger you and stroke you while kissing your neck and chest, and relished in the way you held him closer and begged for him. As you’d come down from your orgasm, he’d pull you into his lap and murmur how much he wanted you. He’d start out at a slow and steady pace for you, only going faster once he was sure you were comfortable. Afterward, he’d be nothing but doting and loving, tucking you in bed and letting you snuggle into him all you wanted.

MARGAERY TYRELL

She wouldn’t tease you at all for being mostly inexperienced, because she didn’t have much herself. Margaery knew the things she liked, however, and she wanted to try lots of things she heard about with you. You laughed at the mischievous glint she had in her eyes as she gently laid you down. Her kisses were full and loving, although her hands were snaking under your dress. She was matter of fact with her compliments, loving the feeling of your breasts in her hands and the warmth of your thighs as her fingers ran along them. She started to touch you with her fingers, but before long her curiosity was too much and she wanted to use her tongue. Margaery loved how you moaned her name as you came, and you realized you were at her mercy as she kept stroking and touching you. Margaery gave you a sweet kiss to your brow when she finished, trying not to grin at how flushed and breathless you were. 

BRYNDEN TULLY

He admitted he wasn’t so sure at first, wondering if a lady such as yourself should be with an old knight like him in the first place. Still, your insistence would warm his heart and he knew he had to spoil his girl rotten. He’d teasingly ask how you’d like it as he thrust his fingers in and out, coating them in your wetness once you finished. Brynden would assure you that you didn’t have to go any farther if you weren’t comfortable, and when you told him you were ready, he’d smile warmly. He’d hold you close and enter you carefully, giving you time to relax around this thick size. It wouldn’t take long for him to get lost in your body and thrust a little too quickly; he’d breathlessly apologize and kiss your brow if it hurt too much.

EDMURE TULLY

He was confident through your courtship, sweet through the wedding ceremony and a little flirty through the subsequent feast, but once you two entered the bedroom, Edmure suddenly became a little nervous. It wasn’t new for him, but you were more than special to him, and he didn’t want to disappoint you. He began to pull your dress away and marvel in your beauty, his hands eagerly seeking out the places that made you sigh and shiver. Edmure would insist you tell him if it hurt too much while he was inside you. As you’d wrapped your arms around him, he’d give you plenty of kisses and thrust at a steady pace that filled you up and made you shudder. He’d stop now and again to touch you, and he’d definitely want you to come first. 

BRIENNE OF TARTH

Brienne thought she would be nervous when this time came, perhaps even fearful. She  hated thinking about it before, after all. She hardly had experience, but she knew her feelings. She knew she loved and trusted you, and you thought the same of her. It was a comforting thought as you both rested in each other’s arms, your kisses and touches naturally becoming something more. It just felt right as she slid your nightgown down and you began to untie her loose shirt. She loved your reassuring smile, and how those lips quivered when she explored your body. Brienne didn’t think she was any good with flowery words, so she spoke honestly, praising your beauty and kindness. She hadn’t ever imagined how you might come, but now that she’d seen it, she was sure whatever she could’ve thought wouldn’t measure up. You two enjoyed each other’s embraces and company, eventually falling asleep snuggled up together.

RAMSAY BOLTON

He was absolutely delighted that you hadn’t been touched before, or at least, you’d never gone this far with anyone else. He’d say as much as he’d undress you, praising you for being “his” and letting him have this “present”. Ramsay would be quick to toss the clothes aside and take your body in his hands. He’d eagerly squeeze every bit as he’d leave hickeys all over your neck and breasts. He’d actually spend quite a bit of time marking you up and groping you, only stopping briefly to remove some of his clothes. He’d grasp your hips and lick you hard and fast, making you come too quickly, then he’d keep at it to give you another one and turn you into a whimpering mess. The transition to his cock would be swift, which would make you cry out, but he’d thrust slowly after that. He’d want to take in every expression you made, relishing in it, asking if you were pleased and if you wanted him to go faster. 

ROOSE BOLTON

To say he was pleased about this was an understatement. You could absolutely tell by the glint in his eyes when you told him. You teased Roose to be gentle, and you wondered what he had in mind when he pulled you toward him. He’d leave love bites up your neck and chest while fingering you, wanting to hear you shudder and feel you clenching around his fingers. He’d want you to be louder as you came, but if you were quieter, it’d be a charming surprise. As he’d pull you to him and finally thrust inside you, he’d immediately have a feeling of possessiveness and would hold you tight as he thrusted inside you. Roose wouldn’t want to intentionally hurt you, but he’d enjoy the slight gasps and little whines his harder thrusts would give you. Afterward he surprised you with how he wanted to draw you a hot bath - even wanting to bathe you himself - and how he already had clean sheets and a comfortable fur ready. 

OBERYN MARTELL

Oberyn had suspected you hadn’t been with someone before, not that he faulted you for it at all. He was open about your comfort and boundaries, and when you were ready, he promised he’d make it special. Oberyn planned to spoil you, because you deserved the best. In a hot bath he’d massage your legs and kiss your neck, biting at your ear as he playfully asked if he could touch you. He’d stroke you and leave hickeys on your neck, only letting you come once you said his name several times. He’d want to dry you off and wrap you in one of his silk robes, before picking you up and whisking you away to the bedroom. Oberyn would kiss from your ankles to your legs, wanting to taste you and overstimulate you, and only then would he pull you into his lap and grind his length against your wet core. As he entered you, he’d have plenty of praise and guidance, telling you how to move your hips to be more comfortable and asking what you’d like him to do. He’d be so proud of you as you’d become more confident, and he wouldn’t let himself finish until you were fully satisfied again. 

BERIC DONDARRION

As much as he loved to cling to you and spend several evenings showering you in kisses, he’d always told you that he’d wait if you weren’t comfortable with going further. He was happy you trusted him and wanted him for your first experience; you could tell from his grin. Beric would pull out all the stops; showering you in kisses while he touched your body through your clothes, then slowly undressing you and kissing all the skin he exposed. He’d whisper praise after praise, telling you how beautiful you are, grinning at how flustered you’d become. He’d keep murmuring sweet words as he’d finger you and stroke you, loving how you’d cling to him and rock against his fingers. Once you came, he’d eagerly lick you clean and again ask if you were ready. He’d enter you carefully, letting you feel every inch and wanting to hold you close. Beric would keep his slow and steady pace, breathless as he was, and only speeding up if you “asked sweetly”.

GENDRY

He blushed to his ears when you told him you’d haven't actually been with anyone before. He hadn’t, either, but he was so sure a wonderful girl like you deserved something better than the small room you both stole away in. Your kiss reassured him, though, and he asked that you tell him if he did something you didn’t like. Once you both began to undress and explore each other’s bodies, he grew in confidence, only spurred on by your hands running down his chest and arms. He’d touch and feel how wet you were, and with your encouragement, would stroke you with his rough hands until you came. He’d love sinking into you with his cock, almost losing himself right there. He’d hold you tightly and protectively as he thrusted into you, sighing your name as he kept pace.

[moon-in-daylight]

Night Watch / Davos x reader

Summary: Waking up in the middle of the night, you notice that Davos is gone.

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut implied

A/N: So, I’ve been rewatching Davos’ scenes and I felt the need to write something for him even though it’s garbage lol  because he deserves to be loved and accepted and also because we need more Davos’ fics

Still half asleep, you rolled on your side just to find that the other half of the bed was empty.

It took more than a few seconds for you to be startled by it, though. It wasn’t a strange thing after all, you were far more than accustomed to sleeping alone in that enormous and lonely bed night after night… But as your numbed brain tried to remember the circumstances in which you had fallen asleep, you found that something - or rather someone - was missing.

Davos.

Thinking about him immediately made you open your eyes and sit up to inspect the room with worry. Even though it was still dark you had to blink a few times to adjust your eyes, squinting them involuntarily when you tried to look at the blinding screen of your phone. It was 3:24 am and there was no sign of another person being there with you, at least none that your barely conscious state could perceive.

Your first reaction was to think that you had dreamt it all. It was the most logical, plausible explanation. It wouldn’t have been the first time that your subconscious made you think of Davos like that.

You didn’t feel proud of it, but from time to time you couldn’t help but fantasize about him.

Sometimes, when you two were together and he was telling you some anecdote about K’un-Lun and his early life, your mind involuntarily focused on the movement of his mouth instead of on whatever story he was sharing with you. And while contemplating his lips, you usually found yourself daydreaming about kissing them, feeling them against your skin as you pictured the way his hands would roam through your body. Imagining how he would eagerly remove every piece of clothing and the way his skin would feel against yours, how sweet his moans would sound in your ears as he thrusted slowly but deeply into you…

You were usually quick to snap out of those fantasies, but even if you had only been distracted for a few seconds, you weren’t able to quiet the embarrassment that took over you after imagining him that way. You barely could look at him in the eye after having your attention drifted away by those thoughts.

The friendship you shared was vital for the both of you and you didn’t want to ruin it with unrequited feelings.

You had met after he had escaped prison and, since the first moment after he had rescued you from being mugged, you felt safe with him. The tranquility you felt while being with him was such that you even offered him to stay at your place when he casually mentioned he was running away from justice. It was a risky decision to let a stranger into your apartment that easily, especially when he was a convicted criminal that chattered all kinds of nonsense about dragons and rightfulness, but you could see his intentions were good. There was something in you that trusted him blindly, even when you were convinced that the things he talked about didn’t exist.

It wasn’t until you observed with your very own eyes the way he made his fist glow a bright red during one of his training sessions that you realized that everything he talked about was real.

Hearing his story and how his home had been destroyed, you were quick to position yourself by his side. You knew he had done some bad things, but he was good at heart and you tried to help him see where he had gotten wrong. Surprisingly, he seemed to listen to you and care about what you had to say. It was clear he cared about you too, worrying whenever he saw you weren’t feeling good or taking care of you when you were ill.

It was heartwarming the way you supported one another despite your radically different backgrounds, the way you helped each other improve and see the world from another point of view. It didn’t take long for Davos to become one of the most important people in your life.

Finding out about each other issues and going through them together had been extremely helpful for you both. To talk about them and listen to each other’s advice when you didn’t know what to do. Davos had been through a lot of abuse during his life, and you liked to think that he had finally found in you someone to rely on, just as you had in him.

As he taught you to meditate and control your anxiety, you tried to make him see that he was a person worthy of dignity and affection, not ‘the second best’ as he had been told after losing the Iron Fist to Danny Rand back in K’un-Lun…

It wasn’t easy to erase the toll that years of constant abuse had left, but you had made so much progress while being together… You feared that you would be throwing it all away if he ever found out about your little fantasies. You didn’t want him to know what you felt for him because the last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable, especially because you knew how he had been raised and what he thought of sex. And, of course, he had told you how violent his only ‘sexual experience’ had been like…

But the images of him being all over you still creeped into your dreams from time to time, and your half-awaken, dazed-self supposed that was exactly what was happening that night.

Yet, as you slowly roused, you found that the sensations that your mind recreated were too intense to be fictional this time. In fact, you almost could feel as if his touch still lingered on your skin, the phantom feeling of hot, gentle kisses remaining on your neck and collarbone. That was when your mind finally cleared up and you realized it had actually happened.

You had slept with Davos.

Your mind slowly went through the events of that late evening, remembering that you had had dinner together and that you had watched a film in your couch afterwards.

It was normal that he didn’t get most of the inside jokes and implications of American culture in movies considering he had been living in a monastery most of his life, so you always enjoyed sitting in front of the TV with him and explaining every cultural reference that confused him. But that night he hadn’t asked you a single question, nor showed any of his usual discomfort towards the disgraceful and reproachable way in which the characters acted.

Not giving his silence a second thought, you quietly watched the movie until a sex scene appeared.

Looking at your friend from the corner of your eye, you watched him squirm uncomfortably on his sit, the images probably taking him back to the humiliating moment of his ‘sacrifice’, as he usually referred to that unfortunate event.

“We can fast forward this part.” You were quick to grab the remote and skip the frames until a different scene appeared on the screen.

“Have you been practicing lately?” He asked, unprompted. It took you a moment to realize he was actually talking about the Kung Fu lessons he had been imparting you.

As soon as you shook your head, he encouraged you to leave the movie half way through and go over some of the movements he had already taught you in previous training sessions. Truth was you weren’t really into what you were watching anyway, and you supposed it was too awkward for him to keep watching it. Since you had been the one to ask him to teach you how to fight, you willingly got up from the couch and started to show him the little progress you had made.

He didn’t let you finish showing him, though, as he immediately started to point out the flaws in your inexperienced technique, correcting your posture and reminding you to breathe properly to channel your Chi into your every move.

Davos was a harsh professor and he wouldn’t forgive a single mistake from you, telling you that you couldn’t afford to commit any error in battle, as your enemy wouldn’t miss a chance of exploiting your weaknesses. As demanding as he was, you knew that he was being especially tender and easy going with you, at least by his standards. It broke your heart to think about the strict way he had been trained and raised, how severe they had been with him when he was only a child.

Following his instructions, you started to throw punches and kicks at him, attacks that he easily blocked without breaking a sweat. You were definitely glad that you didn’t have to actually fight against him, being well aware that he would be able to end you in the span of ten seconds, maybe even less.

“You have to hit stronger.” His voice commanded you. “Faster.”

You did as you were told and increased the effort put in the fight, but immediately stopped the second he didn’t avoid your punch and your fist impacted against his chest.

“Don’t stand still.” He grabbed your hand and pushed it away. “Now you got it, come on.”

Without saying a single word, you resumed your offensive with the same intensity of that last punch. Unluckily for you, Davos seemed to be more alert now, anticipating each and every one of your movements before you even knew you were going to make them. With a few swift motions, he easily overpowered you, immobilized both of your arms and pinned you against the wall.

You tried to steady your breathing as you did your best to ignore what his proximity was arousing inside of you. Waiting for him to release you for another round, you found yourself growing more and more tense when he simply stared at you in silence, uncomfortably swallowing the lump in your throat when his grip on you didn’t loosen up.

The images of every time you had dreamt about him clouded your mind without you being able to do anything to ignore them, the growing heat between your legs becoming more unbearable with every second his deep brown eyes kept fixed on you. You closed your eyes in hopes that you could distract yourself, think of anything other than the man standing in front of you. But every attempt at doing so immediately failed when you felt the warmth of his lips pressing against yours.

Getting out of your thoughts, you rubbed your eyes as you recalled everything that had happened from that moment. The last thing you remembered the feeling of utter peace and tranquility that invaded you as you fell asleep in his arms.

That calm was completely erased from you now that you realized that he had left in the middle of the night, without saying goodbye or at least leaving a note.

Your heart raced as you mentally slapped yourself for having allowed that to happen.

How could you be so stupid? It was true that it had been him the one to take the first step by kissing you, but you should have known better. You should have figured that he would only disobey his moral code like that in a moment of weakness, a weakness that you had unconsciously taken advantage of. Now he probably had regretted everything and had ran away not wanting to see you or hear from you again.

You feared that your friendship was ruined beyond repair.

Maybe if you called Davos in the morning and talked about what had happened you could still sort it all out. You didn’t want to lose him, to have him walk out of your life just because you had gotten carried away in a moment of lust…

Deep down you knew what you felt for him extended far beyond simple lust, but you were willing to ignore those feelings, to act as if they weren’t there for the sake of keeping him by your side.

You buried your head in the pillow in an attempt to hold back the tears that already started to form inside your eyes, an intense ache inside your chest forming at the thought of having messed up so badly with Davos. He was the person you cared for the most and thinking that you may have caused him any wrong made you feel a profound disappointment on yourself.

It wasn’t until you felt an arm surrounding your waist and a slight shifting on the other side of the bed that you lifted your head, finding Davos laying down next to you again.

“Where were you?” Your voice was a bit husky from having just waken up a few minutes ago. You wanted to lay your head on his chest, but didn’t in case it would make him uncomfortable.

“I was checking the perimeter.” He said, as if it was the most natural thing to do at 3:00 am. “Did I wake you?”

You carefully shook your head as you avoided looking into his eyes.

Judging by the calm tone in which he spoke, you could tell that he wasn’t angry and you felt slightly stupid for having panicked and jumped into the conclusion that he had abandoned you so fast. Still, things weren’t solved up yet. As you finally looked up at him, you wondered in which state was your relationship at.

Davos had been taught that a living weapon should not get involved sexually or emotionally with anyone. And, even if you always tried to convince him that he was a person before a warrior, you weren’t sure he actually believed your words. You weren’t even sure he had ever even considered having a romantic relationship before that evening, but looking at the way he lovingly stared at you, it almost seemed as if he wanted you too.

“What would you check the perimeter for?” You asked in confusion. Was he in danger? Had Danny found him and wanted to bring him to justice? You started to become preoccupied as you thought of all the worse scenarios.

“I do it every night. This neighborhood is full of thugs and criminals, like the one trying to mug you when we first met.” He clarified, gaining a frown from you that silently asked him to explain further. You only hoped he hadn’t gone back to being a ‘vigilante’, it had taken you a lot of effort to talk him out of it. “By making guard I can make sure you’re safe.”

Instantly after hearing his words you felt your heart warming up, moved by the fact that he cared about you to the point of watching over you every night. Hesitantly, you got closer to him and taking the fact that he didn’t pulled back as a silent sign of consent, you placed a tender kiss on his lips.

“Thank you for taking care of me, but you don’t need to make guard every night.” You gently brushed your fingers against his stubble, your eyes on his as you spoke softly. “You need to take care of yourself and get a full night of sleep. Would you do that for me?”

The second he slowly nodded his head a gentle smile formed on your face. You pressed your lips against his once more before cuddling beside him, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

The calming sound of his breathing was enough to quickly made you sleepy again.

“Davos,” You mumbled his name with your eyes closed, feeling consciousness slowly fading from you. “I love you.”

You were too numbed to notice, but Davos’ body clenched at your words. You didn’t know, but it was the first time someone ever dedicated those words to him. He had fought all his life to get approval, travelled to the other side of the world to make the ones he loved proud, hoping they would show him the affection he had always craved for. When K’un-Lun was destroyed, he lost all hope of having someone say those words to him, of gaining someone’s love. And yet, there you were, right between his arms.

You were already asleep when he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too.”

[thelawyerthatwaspromised]

We Really Need to Talk About the Forehead Kiss Scene

Consider this another iteration of the Sansa and Jon “Would that be so terrible?” scene that I covered a little while back.

For a lot of people that believe that Jonsa will happen, the scene on the battlements in “The Winds of Winter”, the finale episode of the sixth season of Game of Thrones, is the starting point of that belief.

It’s unusually sweet, as Jon and Sansa scenes tend to be. It’s almost semi-unnecessary to the plot. It’s the last we see of Jon before it’s revealed that he is the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, making this decidedly un-sibling like interaction with Sansa a bit less suspicious except upon rewatch. (Sidenote, imagine if this scene took place after we learned about R+L=J...)

But a lot of Jonsa skeptics (I’ll call them that though there are obviously varying degrees of this such as “venomous”) seem unable to understand why this particular scene feels so different from just about every single other scene on the show. To me, there are multiple factors that make this particular scene unique from any other on the show.

It’s an almost perfect example of a “romance setup” from multiple angles.

1.) It didn’t really advance the “plot”

For some reason, this scene was included among the 10 most crucial scenes of the series by HBO pre-season 7 buuuuut not a lot happened at face value.

Jon had just banished Melissandre for burning someone alive (inquisitive emoji) and was watching her leave on the battlements. He’s approached by Sansa. She says she’s sorry. He credits her for winning the battle. They say they need to trust each other. They leave. So why is a “recap of events” considered a crucial scene? Why was it on the show at all? Viewers wanted to know what Jon was going to do about Sansa arriving with the KotV and if they were going to have a conflict about it. Except that part took about 5 seconds. And the opposite happened. 

Similar to the Littlefinger choke scene in season 7, this didn’t really directly affect the actions of the characters in any way. Even if a scene doesn’t advance “plot”, it’s meant to advance the “story”. What happens here between Jon and Sansa? It revealed something between the two of them that wasn’t revealed simply through the dialogue. It’s inclusion in the show at all should leave you wondering about its purpose, but the added layers of the length, framing, and use of reaction shots should make it fairly obvious that it’s a romantic scene.

2.) Both characters are pleasantly surprised by each other’s tenderness towards the other

I think to really grasp this scene, you have to get inside the heads of each character.

Normally, any surprise in Game of Thrones is a bad thing. The strange quality of the battlements scene is that it’s an inversion of the normal routine. We need to take a step back and evaluate the psychology of Jon and Sansa as they’re entering.

Jon has just banished the person who resurrected him. He’s just won a battle that he knows he should have lost. He’s clearly been quite introspective about Sansa and what she meant and her importance in winning the battle since he’s already preparing her chambers. Somehow, the tent scene is magnified in its intensity because this scene is its exact opposite and it’s where we last left off with Jon and Sansa.

Sansa pleaded with Jon to listen to her.

To be fair to Jon, it’s hard to understand what Sansa is saying but instead of trying to understand her more, he allows them to be dead locked and unable to finish their thoughts.

and it ends with Jon’s sad resignation that he desperately wants to win but he’s not sure if he can.

So this was the last time they spoke privately before the battle. Jon feels guilt for failing to listen. Sansa feels guilt for calling in Littlefinger, an option neither she nor Jon would have wanted.

Then - their relationship suddenly became stronger because of the weakness they revealed to each other. Instead of punishing each other, they forgive each other. Instead of gloating, Sansa reaches out and expresses to Jon that she never wanted it that way. Instead of holding it against Sansa, Jon reaches back and validates her importance in multiple ways.

The most rewarding part is how they each give wonderful gestures to each other in turn without being prompted.

He’s publicly affirmed her place as the Lady of Wintefell...

She objects but only because she thinks he should be seen as the head of the family...

Sansa tells him he should take it. Jon responds with a sad smile and says he’s not a Stark. And then Sansa gives Jon the most gentle but meaningful affirmation that he’s ever gotten on the show...

“You are to me.”

(I decided halfway through this to leave the text off the gifs because I want the focus on the micro expressions of the actors because...damn...)

What else could anyone say to Jon that would mean more to him at this point? His entire life has been marked by his non-Starkness. Sansa is working to undo the biggest source of his sadness without his ever asking for it.

Jon’s gift to Sansa is recognition and it comes in two parts;

1) “You’re the Lady of Winterfell.” He was right there as Lyanna Mormont referred to her as a Lannister and a Bolton. He was right there as Lord Glover looked right into her eyes and told her that House Stark is dead. No. Jon is determined that those statements are to be corrected.

2) “We’re standing here because of you.” He’s not just “gifting” her the position and the lord’s chamber. She’s earned it in his eyes. Her place is meant to be elevated above his at this point. This is before he was crowned as king. He was content for her to be in charge until he was thrust into the position of command.

So what does Sansa do? He’s just basically said “you were right” and she has a chance to respond. Does she gloat? Does she say “well yes I suppose I am the last remaining Stark (that we know of) and so I should rule our house...I also command the loyalty of the Vale”? None of that, she apologizes to him. She’s still expecting his anger and disappointment and feels she deserves it.

And it makes sense. Leave aside that it was absolutely necessary for Sansa to bring in the KotV and ask yourself “when was the last time Sansa was ever actually rewarded or treated gently by someone she thought she wronged?” She’s existed in a constant state of punishment since Littlefinger betrayed Ned in the throne room in season 1. Misery is her expectation. Her expression as Jon approaches confirms this exactly.

Part is her actual guilt, and I’m sure part of it is an expectation based on her experiences...and to her pretty obvious surprise, Jon does the exact opposite.

HA. You’ll have to wait for the kiss gifs because I want to change gears now.

The entire last section was explaining why this scene was so unexpected given the context of the setup. Both characters had reasons to treat the other harshly. Jon for his stubbornness. Sansa for not telling Jon about the Vale. All the components were there to reinforce an ongoing feud between the two. These were the factors commonly cited by those oh-so-brilliant Starkbowl predictions leading up to season 7. 

Yet despite that tension, we didn’t get a shouting match and glares and future plotting. We got a moment of clarity for once...and a whole new set of questions about these two. The beauty of their quiet moment together was in its simplicity - but also in the way that the writers indicated that there was so much more going on than we could have ever known.

Yet all of this information is packed into a scene that’s so quiet and slow. It’s in the romantic pacing.

3.) The Pacing

Jon and Sansa have had always had a distinct strangeness to their scenes in that they’re almost all completely different from any other. Their reunion was a moment of triumph for any Stark fans as they were the first two reunited since the pilot episode. Their fireside chat started incredibly sweet and ended with the heightened stakes of Sansa attempting to convince Jon to re-take Winterfell. The Pink Letter scene is the realization that their little oasis was about to meet the realities of a harsh world that still viewed both of them as threats. 

The cloak scene where Sansa gifts Jon a Stark cloak after Jon takes keen interest in Sansa’s new dress is another moment where each took the initiative to validate the other without any prompting. 

They argued twice, while at the encampment and in the tent before the battle, but each scene was unique as Sansa indirectly criticized Jon’s decisions to follow Davos considering Stannis’ ultimate failure, and Jon mostly tried to tune Sansa’s arguments out - while the tent scene is where those complaints came into a direct collision. 

Then they met on the battlements and it was equally emotional but in a total reverse of tone. 

Simply put, this scene was about “Jon & Sansa” as an entity and not about “Jon” having a talk with “Sansa”. It’s all in the pacing and it’s all in the framing.

We already know the setup. Now comes the payoff. Jon has already told Sansa they need to trust each other. That would be the “plot” purpose of the scene. As far as things happening that affect the story directly, it could have ended right there. “It’s ok Sansa. We’re a team now.” Or, alternatively, Jon could have kissed Sansa’s forehead and THEN said they need to trust each other and the tone could be viewed entirely differently. Instead, the show disposed of the “textual” purpose of the scene and continued right through with the “subtext” (which also continued into season 7) which is: what exactly is the nature of Jon and Sansa’s relationship?

It’s not just the forehead kiss. It’s not just the romantic back drop. It’s not just the setup. It’s not just the micro expression of the actors. It’s not just that the whole scene is relatively unnecessary. It’s all of that mixed together.

This is where the pacing comes into play. Let’s recap the scene to this point...

Sansa gets about 13 seconds of an entrance before Jon tells her he’s having the lord’s chamber prepared for her.

Sansa waits 3 seconds before answering “mother and father’s room?”

Jon waits about 3 seconds before he says he’s not a Stark.

Sansa answers “you are to me” almost immediately.

Jon has roughly a 5 second reaction shot. 

There’s about a 5 second pause after Jon gives Sansa credit for winning the battle before Sansa starts apologizing.

Sansa says sorry and Jon waits about 6 seconds before he even starts walking over to her.

There’s about 3 seconds between Jon saying they have enemies and him reaching up to kiss her.

Jon gets roughly 3 seconds to kiss Sansa and about 4 seconds of gazing at her (and her gazing at him). They make this moment last.

Then they transition into a micro expression that juuuuust says everything.

The second Jon closes his lips, he looks down and abruptly starts to walk away. But his mood has immediately turned almost melancholy or sort of a confusion. It’s not normal to kiss someone tenderly and then just turn around and leave. Even if it were entirely platonic. There’s something left unsaid...especially since the camera focuses on the post-kiss for almost 6 seconds altogether before Jon starts to leave. Viewers aren’t the only ones left a bit bewildered. 

Sansa’s reaction tells the same story.

She stands in the same position, almost frozen. She’s internally probably as confused as Jon. She came to Jon to apologize (remember, she approached him) - which I’m assuming she would have been dreading. She got her apology, and he delivered his form of “there’s nothing to forgive” which would normally signal that her part here is over. Yet he initiates physical affection for her when positive physical affection is something that’s a very complicated subject for her.

And it stuns her. As he begins to leave, we see her expressing that she doesn’t want the moment to end.

It’s ridiculously beautiful. Sansa finding a reason for Jon to get one last look, right after he had turned away in sort of Byronic melancholy, only to have her call him back again is extremely romantic given what we know about both of these characters.

The immediacy of Jon’s response in turning back towards her and the utter-seriousness of his look again makes the end of this scene a twist of its own. 

“Winter is here.” That phrase is of course a play off of “Winter is coming” the words of House Stark and the ominous warning of fear and looming destruction echoed throughout the entirety of the series. Those words should mean “fear”; real “fear”. (also take note of her deliberately deep breath as her eyes scan Jon again..)

And how do they react to this potentially terrifying threat? By being adorable again!?!?

Well of course they do. Because winter is here and they are home. Think about this. Being together (moments after entering a scene which they both began reluctantly) is enough to make them smile sweetly as they acknowledge the coming storm.

And the end really cements Jon’s view of Sansa as a noble lady.

And the pure joy Sansa feels as the scene concludes.

To wrap up...the scene didn’t have to happen in the first place. The setup made you wonder if there was going to be fracture. It was tender. It was warm. It’s pacing made you sit and take notice. It didn’t waste any time - it took its time.

We were meant to see not just the displays of forgiveness and validation by Jon and Sansa towards each other. We were meant to see them expecting the worst and getting something beautiful instead. We were meant to see them wrestling with the confusion of where the scene was heading. We were meant to see them completely comfortable in each other’s presence in this very moment - and we were meant to see a very subtle but also very unsubtle indication that the direction of their relationship is causing (and must cause) them inner conflict before it can truly provide them fulfillment. 

They weren’t a royal couple in this scene but I’m fully confident that after the finale season has concluded, this scene will be the one everyone can point to and say “this is where Jon and Sansa ending as king and queen truly became possible.”

[the-coldest-goodbye]

Davos Seaworth – SFW Alphabet Headcanons

Davos Seaworth x reader

Requested by Anonymous

A/N: This is my first time writing Davos, so I hope it doesn’t feel too OOC.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Davos is very affectionate but also very respectful, a gentleman through and through. He tends to avoid over-the-top public displays of affection, maybe only giving you quick, shy kisses to the cheek, forehead, or top of your hand, or a warm hug when greeting you or saying goodbye. He might push back a loose strand of your hair or place his hand on top of yours as you sit beside each other.

Publicly, he shows his affection for you primarily through words. An unending stream of compliments and respect for you always comes out of his mouth, never a bad word to say when you become the topic of conversation. He’s very sweet. He teases you a lot, but never anything that could be considered malicious — only good-natured banter. He loves to see you smile and laugh, and it especially warms his heart when he’s the cause for it. Around you, he lights up. His love and affection for you is clear to anyone.

Davos also publicly shows his affection for you through acts of service. He is thoughtful and chivalrous. He will help you on and off your horse or offer you the clack off his back when it’s cold out. He’d personally escort you to ensure your safety, often offering you his arm for you to take. If you were traveling and food rations were a concern, he would always make sure you were fed before him. Everything he would do, he’d do for you. He would work hard to try and secure a better future for you. He thinks you deserve the world and he’s going to try his hardest to give you what he can even though he tells himself it’ll never be as much as you deserve. 

In private, he is just as gentlemanly towards you as he is in public. None of it is for show. He just genuinely respects and loves you. Even alone, however, he is still a little bashful about being more physically affectionate with you. Though he normally is unfazed by the demeaning things highborns say about him concerning his lowborn upbringing, he is more insecure about it around you. He’s afraid that you’re settling for him and that you may be holding yourself back from better prospects with a more respected lord or lady with more money, land, and power by settling for him. Especially towards the beginning of your relationship, he would be unsure if you actually felt the same about him as he did about you, so he would tread carefully, paying close attention to how you react to him and if you seem open to his advances before pushing any further. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

World’s most loyal best friend! Davos defends you with his words and even his actions if the need arises. He is very empathetic and compassionate, as well as a wonderful listener. He would always offer you sound advice that was both compassionate and practical. He’d be your right-hand man — both figuratively and literally because he’s always by your side. Whenever you need your spirits bolstered or your confidence boosted, he’s your hype-man. He helps pick you up when you’re feeling down. Davos’s sense of humor also makes him even more of a joy to be around. He’s a fun person to have a drink (or two or three) with, swapping tales and playful bantering.

Your friendship with Davos would start when he noticed what a kind and compassionate person you were when you interacted with others, particularly with people who were normally social outcasts. He’d be drawn to you and know right away that you were someone he wanted to connect with.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Davos gets so much comfort and relief from feeling you close to him, safe in his arms. His favorite part of the day is always returning back to your shared chambers to unwind, talk, and snuggle. In less intimate moments alone, the two of you will often lay side-by-side in bed, the lengths of your bodies touching as you both tilt your head inwards so they’re resting against each other, usually while holding hands and discussing the day’s events. In more intimate moments, usually when you’re ready to end the day together, your cuddles tend to feature more embracing. He particularly likes to be the big spoon or hold you in his arms. Both of you will also often take turns where one of you lays on their back while the other snuggles into them and rests their head on the first person’s chest as it would rise and fall with their breath, feeling their heart beat.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Davos is a man of duty and honor, and he goes where duty calls. If he were in a position where he had the opportunity to settle down, he’d love to do so with you. He fantasizes about the two of you together in a cozy little cottage on the outskirts of a quaint village, and maybe even with some children and a dog or two. He would love to start a family with you.

In terms of cooking and cleaning, he’s alright. His meals aren’t gourmet, but he can produce something edible. Growing up in Flea Bottom, he’s had to make do with very little from an early age, so he’s quite resourceful and can make meager food supplies spread further than you may expect. He’s not the neatest but not outlandishly messy either. You’d always scold him for leaving his dirty boots haphazardly kicked off by the door where anyone could trip over them. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Davos had to break up with you, he’d be quite gentle and sad about it. He’d struggle to get through that conversation because he’d get choked up and would shed some tears. It’d be his absolute last resort. He takes his commitments very seriously, and he’d try everything to repair your relationship before calling it quits.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s a loyal and committed man, and he is willing to commit very quickly to someone he loves and truly believes in. He wouldn’t want to scare you off though or push you into something before you were ready, but the moment you indicated that you were ready for marriage, he would propose if he knew in his heart that you were the one.

The only apprehension that he would have in regards to getting married to you is that he feels you could do better than him and he wouldn’t want to hold you back from a better life with someone who could provide you with more. However, the more you’d reassure him that you love him and want only him, the more his insecurities would melt away.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

In every sense, Davos is a very gentle man. He’s not cruel or harsh with his words or actions. In a world of fakers and schemers, Davos is a genuinely good and kind man. He sees the good in people, even those who may not receive a lot of kindness or respect from society in general, and he treats them with respect. It warms your heart that the more you get to know Davos, you learn that his kindness is not an act that he puts on for political gain. He really is just a compassionate man.

Even if he’s telling you a hard truth or something difficult, Davos does it in a way that doesn’t feel like he’s attacking you. He’s very good with his words and is effective at getting to the heart of a matter while also being mindful of your feelings and how he’s delivering his words.

Physically, Davos is gentle too. He would never want to overstep his boundaries. He’s very respectful of you and your boundaries. His adoration for you can be felt when he touches you. In every touch, there is a lot of gentleness and reverence. It’s almost as if he’s afraid to tarnish you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Davos quite likes hugs, and he’ll hug you whenever it feels appropriate or like he could justify it. This usually means whenever he greets you or says goodbye, or during any moments that are happy and lighthearted, or when you need comforting during sad or scary moments. He gives lovely hugs, ones where he draws you in close and you feel secure, his arms holding you tightly yet tenderly. You can really feel the affection in his embrace. During a hug, he’d often kiss you lightly on your cheek, forehead, or the top of your head (depending on your height). Many times, Davos would be reluctant to let go of you completely, so he’d still try to be touching you in some respect after pulling apart, whether that means holding hands, linking arms, or him resting his hand in the middle of your back as you stood by each other’s side.

Under more formal circumstances, he might not feel it appropriate for hugs and would instead greet you, comfort you, or say goodbye to you by grabbing your hand and giving it a tender squeeze.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Davos tells you that he loves you much later than he begins to feel it. He falls in love with you pretty fast, but he’s afraid of going too fast and scaring you off before you’re ready or in case you don’t feel the same.

Before he leaves for a long and potentially dangerous trip, he would have a tender moment alone with you, reassuring you that he’ll be safe and that he’ll return to you. “I love you” would slip out of his mouth in this moment. He’d instantly go red and couldn’t make eye contact with you, embarrassed with himself for letting it slip. He’d be relieved when you’d take his face in your hands, make him look at you, and tell him you love him too before kissing him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He does get a bit jealous, especially seeing younger men flirt with you. He would try to brush it off by making humorous comments about them, but deep down he’d feel insecure and would fear you leaving him for someone younger or more handsome.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Davos’s kisses are tender and loving. In public, he would occasionally give you a quick and tender peck on the lips, cheek, forehead, or the backs of your hands. In private, he would still generally be gentle with you and take things slow, and so he would be pleasantly surprised whenever you’d instigate something deeper and more demanding, like your lips desperately claiming his or when you would snake your tongue past his lips to explore his mouth. He’d be flattered that you seemed to want him so badly. 

He loved kissing you everywhere, but one of his favorite things would be for him to press his lips against your chest near your heart and before then taking your hand in his and placing it flat against your chest where he just kissed you. The first time he did it, you chuckled and asked him what he was doing. He smiled bashfully and said that he was sealing his kiss so you’d always have it. This became a routine you would do every night before bed.

Davos has lived a hard life and has many scars to prove it. It would always make his heart flutter when you would press your lips gently against the scars that littered his body, almost as if you were recognizing, accepting, and honoring his less-than-glamorous past.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Davos is wonderful with kids. He treats them with kindness and respect. Instead of brushing them aside and ignoring them, he treats them specially, actually considerate of their feelings and treating their thoughts as important. Davos would be very fun and sweet with kids, and they adore him too. Every time he interacts with children, you can’t help but to think about what a wonderful father he would be.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He has to wake up early each morning for all of the business he must attend to, and he tries not to wake you up, though you do tend to stir from all of the noise and clattering he accidentally makes as he gets ready in the morning. Before leaving, he kisses you sweetly and whispers, “I’ll see you later, my love,” in your ear.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

His favorite part of the day is being able to relax alone with you in your chambers; however, before that can happen, he must get through the lessons of you teaching him how to read and write. After the lessons are done, the two of you relax, cuddle, and chat, or maybe share a bath together.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Davos is pretty open. He has a lot of stories to tell. He’s not ashamed of his background and not afraid to tell you about his experiences growing up in Flea Bottom, becoming a sailor and smuggler, etc. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Generally Davos is patient and can tolerate quite a bit, but does have pretty solid morals and he will not stand having them violated. He particularly can’t stand others being harmed needlessly or when people don’t value human life. Even when angered, he’d do a fairly good job at keeping his composure and trying to work through an issue in a measured and constructive way.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers a lot about you, even seemingly useless things. Because of this, almost everything makes him think about you in some way, particularly when the two of you have been separated because he’s away for business. The waves on the sea make him think about the way your clothes rustle when you walk. When someone hands him a loaf of bread, he thinks about how you prefer your bread to be sliced thickly. Sometimes he’ll meet a person and think of you because they have the same first name as one of your family members. One time he got you a trinket in the shape of a deer that he came across by chance in a market because it reminded him of a story you once told him about the time you came face-to-face with a fawn as a child. It would always surprise you just how much he was actually listening to you. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship would be your wedding. It would be a very small affair with only a few of the most important people in your lives in attendance, and everything about that day felt perfect. The way you looked into his eyes with pure affection and swore to the old gods and the new that you were committed to him for the rest of your life made him melt. He couldn’t wait to start this new chapter in your lives together.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Davos would do everything in his power to protect and defend you, verbally or physically. He would stand with you through thick and thin, and he would have harsh words for anyone who had something bad to say about you. Although Davos is not a particularly skilled fighter, he would protect you with his life and would put himself in the middle of anyone or anything threatening you, even if it puts his own safety in jeopardy.

He wouldn’t want you to endanger yourself for him. It would stress him out seeing you putting yourself in danger to protect him because he strives to protect you. Also, he is pretty good at letting highborns’ nasty comments about him roll off his back, but his heart swells whenever you defend him and stress how he’s the most loyal man you have ever met. It fills him with pride knowing that you think so highly of him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Davos would put as much effort as possible into your relationship or special events or gifts, even with limited resources. He’d rather make lasting memories or give you something with a lot of sentimental value behind it rather than making it his goal to give you something with the biggest price tag. He particularly likes to give you wooden figures he whittled himself for you, or little trinkets he comes across in markets that remind him of you, or flowers he found in the wild. He would rather take a stroll with you on a beach than have a fancy, extravagant dinner. He’s usually very busy with his duties, but he always tries to make time to unwind with you every day, and he’d make sure to have special date nights alone with you whenever his schedule would allow.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Davos is very dedicated to his work, so he’s sometimes gone for long periods of time. There could also potentially be conflicts between you and his duties. Although you are absolutely a high priority to him, sometimes he has to choose his work over you, even if he’d rather be with you. He’s sometimes insecure about his background, particularly his illiteracy, his missing fingers, and how he doesn’t have quite as much to offer as lords and ladies of more established houses. He also can be so focused on you, your needs, and his work that he tends to neglect taking care of himself and his own needs.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Davos is not very vain, though he does sometimes have insecurities about his appearance. He’s afraid that you might think he’s too old, especially compared to some of the much younger folks who flirt with you.

He’d also be afraid that you’d be turned off by his hand missing fingers. Normally he wouldn’t mind too much about his missing finger joints. He doesn’t resent Stannis at all for cutting them off and views it as a just punishment for his crimes. However, he would be a little insecure about them around you at first because he feared that you’d find the missing fingers off-putting. In the early stages of your relationship, he’d often try to avoid having you look at them by covering them with gloves, or he would be extra careful to only offer you the hand with all of his fingers intact. However, as the two of you became more comfortable with one another and you reassured him that you were perfectly fine with his hand the way it was, he would hide it less and stop worrying about it as much.

In terms of his clothes, he’d focus more on practicality than how expensive and fashionable he looked.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’d feel like a part of him would be missing without you. Although he is motivated by the idea of serving a just leader and creating a better world, he’s made a vow to himself that he would do everything in his power to forge a better life for the two of you together. The world would still go on without you in his life and he would have to go on with it, but his world would be much more dull and colorless.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Before the two of you were officially together, he would jump at any opportunity to be around you. If there was news or a scroll that needed to be delivered to you, he would be the one who’d offer to go to your private bedchambers to deliver it to you personally because he would like to see you and then stick around and chat for a bit. He thought he was being crafty and inconspicuous, but Stannis always knew what he was doing. Everyone did. His crush on you was clear to everyone.

Davos’s illiteracy would be a point of embarrassment to him. He would feel honored when you offered to teach him how to read and write, and he would put a lot of effort into your lessons because he wanted you to be proud of his progress. However, he’d often get overwhelmed by you being so close to him during his lessons that sometimes he’d get nervous and goof up.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Davos can’t stand people who are cruel or lack empathy. He wouldn’t get along well with someone who cares solely about status and power but not about other people.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Davos is a heavy sleeper. He tends to snore loudly and mumble in his sleep. When he’s sleeping, he has a tendency to yank furs over to his side when he rolls over, so it’d probably be a good idea to use separate furs while you slept instead of sharing one large one.

[kitten1618x]

GoT Afterthoughts ep. 08x01 ‘Winterfell’(Part 3)

Annnnd I’m back again! So where were we? Oh yes, back in Cersei’s boudoir...

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The first thing I noticed is Cersei is drinking wine again. I’m still not 100% sure she was pregnant to begin with, guys. They were very secretive and ambiguous about the whole thing if you think back on it — and those leaks about her miscarrying turned out to be a wash.

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Cersei is still salty about those damn elephants.

Same girl, saaaaame.

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Euron wants to know how he compares to her past lovers. She strokes his massive ego a bit until he brings up Jaime—still a tender wound, she warns him to tread lightly, then simultaneously insults and compliments him as he lays a possessive hand on her stomach and declares he’s going to put a prince in her belly. She promptly dismisses him.

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What’s striking here is that Cersei appears to be fighting off tears. Clearly, she didn’t want to sleep with Euron, but did so to keep him loyal to her. Love her or hate her, it’s sad to see her at such a desperate and low point where she’s basically whoring herself to keep an ally. Especially when Euron is such a wildcard, and now that he basically got exactly what he wanted—who’s to say he’ll stick around?

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But, if you believe in political!jon, this is quite the parallel to Jon essentially doing the same to hold onto a wildcard ally in Dany.

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I’m still not sold on a Cersei pregnancy/miscarriage guys...

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While Euron is distracted, Theon and what remains of the Iron Born loyal to them, free Yara. She promptly headbutts him for leaving her ass, then helps him up. Now they’re even. 10/10 realistic sibling behavior. lol

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Yara wants to head back to the Iron Islands, but senses Theon’s need to make amends to the Starks. She sends him to Winterfell with her blessing. I truly love these two as a strong family unit!! Gahhhhhh

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We drop back into Winterfell where Lord Royce greets Alys Karstark and her people. And why this is necessary got me like 👀. Almost as much as why Alys was cast as a tall, red-headed girl... perhaps to fake a death scene of another important tall red-headed girl with the battle of Winterfell right around the corner?

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Davos schools Tyrion and Varys on Northern stubbornness and loyalty. Then he proposes a marriage alliance between Jon and Dany if the world should survive. And fucken gag me, Dadvos... I expected better of you! lol I believe the words he uses are “a just woman and an honorable man.” And I’m sorry, it’s just hard for me to reconcile this statement with the same Davos who was extremely skeptical of the things Missandei was saying about Dany last season. Or the same Davos who looked extremely uncomfortable with Dany’s tantrum on the beach when she accused her hand Tyrion, of not wanting to murder his family... but, I digress.

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We end this scene on Varys’ ominous words, sure to leave a bitter taste in your mouth: NOTHING LASTS. Drop those truth bombs, Varys.

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A marriage alliance between a truly just woman and an honorable man is probably still in the cards... just sayin’.

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We drop down from the battlements where Dany and Jon are strolling amongst the battle preparations. Of all the things they could be talking about: the wall falling, the issue of food shortages, etc. Dany brings up Sansa, of course. (no love triangle brewing here folks, none at all).

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Dany licks her lips and looks around coyly, as if annoyed. “Your sister doesn’t like me.” — well neither did Bran really, or any of the northern lords, but it’s only Sansa’s name on Dany’s tongue—how curious. (Not really).

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Jon’s eyes shift nervously before he turns to face her and sighs (because I’m telling you, he knew this was coming and it’s no coincidence that he’s kept his mouth shut and stayed out of the conflict). “She doesn’t know you.” Truth. He attempts a joke at how Sansa didn’t like him much either when they were growing up, but Dany isn’t amused.

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“She doesn’t have to be my friend, but I am her queen. If she can’t respect me…” Dany leaves the threat and it’s implications hang in the air between them, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

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Dark!dany is here, y’all.

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I’m sure Dany stans and the jonerii are twisting themselves into pretzels to explain this away.

I mean, it’s not like Emilia herself didn’t warn us all that her character would be doing some ‘weird shit’ and we’d know when we saw it...

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But Jon’s face here is strikingly similar to these various scenes...

And...

And...

Same. Ass. Energy. You do the math friends, but he’s certainly not looking upon her lovingly.

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Luckily for Sansa and Jon, the Dothraki steal Dany’s attention to inform her of the livestock count of the dragons’ current dinner menu: 18 goats and 11 sheep. Dany looks alarmed—the dragons are barely eating. Barely. Do you have any idea how many people that amount of livestock could feed?

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That’s why it’s really hard for me to not be critical of Dany’s character here. I realize she loves her dragons and they are her ‘children’, but in this moment she shows more empathy for the dragons lack of food (who truly can fly off and hunt) than that of the actual people who quite possibly could starve—and was irritated with Sansa for bringing it up.

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And I will show this fucken gif as many times as I want because it’s so important!!

Food is so important. Don’t let the antis try and tell you otherwise.

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Jon and Dany go to check on the dragons, and we have the scene we were treated to from the early released stills.

Jon asks what’s wrong with the dragons and Dany replies “they don’t like the North.” — and there is definitely a double meaning behind her words, as I don’t think Dany much likes the North, either. She climbs atop Drogon while Rhaegal expresses a curious interest in Jon.

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“Go on.” Dany encourages Jon. Not the brightest move to give your bf of 10 minutes the keys to one of your WMD’s, and especially since there are surely much more important things to be done since being made aware that the wall is down and your other child is now a flying ice demon, but hey, joy ride time you crazy Targ kids!

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So this must be the comedic scene the D’s talked about. I know everyone had mixed feelings about Jon riding a dragon, but I must say, I rather enjoyed this scene—except for the music, which for awhile seemed like a very jarring variation of the Truth theme. The music is very important in this show, so I’ll be curious to know when this pops up again, and where. Perhaps a dragon face off in another dance of dragons? Hmmm?

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Drogon takes the lead, and Dany seems rather amused at scaring the pants off of Jon when she nose dives Drogon into a ravine and Rhaegal follows. Oh, but what’s this? Jon has realized he can control Rhaegal on his own, and brings the dragon in for a landing. Dany—a bit surprised at this—follows suit. Girl, you should be worried.

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But she’s not, of course—at least not for long, because she’s busy being ‘twitterpated’ a’la a typical Disney flick, at the impressive place Jon chose to land—right beside an amazing waterfall. Props to loverboy, this is 10/10 primo scenery on the romance scale.

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I would like to take a moment here to be petty af and point out that it is Daenerys that says the “we could stay here a thousand years” line—not Jon. And who could forget his super-romantic and witty come-back; complete in his Northern drawl: “we’d be pretty old.”

and Dany’s expression says everything! lol This from Mr. ‘I’d like to see you in a silk dress so I can tear it off you’. Pretty weak, Jon. You’re losing romance points for that!

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Okay, but all joking aside, because I know a lot of my fellow Jonsas were probably a little put off by this scene; let’s break it down. After Jon’s crappy comeback, Dany moves closer to him, and he says something kind of flirtatious and sweet: “It’s cold up here for a southern girl.”

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This is actually a very Jon-like thing to say, and I could even see this kind of banter between him and Ygritte. It’s also a very ‘equal’ thing to say—here, where no one is around, and formalities aren’t necessary. After all, had he said, “it’s cold up here for a southern queen,” it wouldn’t have had the same punch, now would it?

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However, Dany has no interest in being Jon’s equal — even here, alone, her first instinct is to remind Jon she’s the queen: “then keep your queen warm” — not, “then this northern boy better keep her warm”, or “then keep your southern girl warm.” Perhaps I’m reading too much into it, but that’s what hopped out at me.

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Now the kiss. Sigh. Yes, I’m not gonna lie, it definitely looks like Jon’s into it. But my darling Jonsas, before you’re ready to throw Jon under the bus (as I imagine quite a few of you did while I took an entire week to write up my recap) the parent reveal hasn’t happened yet! Simmer down and find your zen, Jon is not a northern fool!

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And for you antis lurking around: NO. This doesn’t negate political!jon. Not even a little bit. If political!jon is true, then he’s doing exactly what he committed to do—keeping Dany happy and keeping her North. The unfortunate trade-off is, she’s now their queen.

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But what do we have here? Drogon seems a little restless, and Jon immediately breaks the kiss, and casts nervous eyes in the dragons direction. (Gods yes, this is so romantic). Dany laughs it off and tells Jon not to be afraid, pulling him back into the kiss. But while she’s all oblivious and lost in the kiss, Jon leans her body sideways and opens his eyes to eyeball Drogon, who’s giving him a look like ‘bitch, I know who you are, and I know what you’re doing. Watch your back.’

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Is it a wonder why every single Jonerys love scene has been interrupted by weirdness? Bloody birth flashbacks, creepy brother voice-overs, no first kiss, growling stink-eyed Drogon... it’s almost like they’re trying to tell us that this isn’t really a romance.

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And this is where I leave you, for now. The last part will follow shortly, and NO, I won’t break my future recaps into parts. I only did it this way because myself and half my house are sick.

[sheikah]

My thoughts on Friki’s 8.01 leak

Ok so first and foremost I just want to say that this information is received second and even thirdhand. I do not speak Spanish and did not watch Friki’s video. As it was playing @adecila was kind enough to translate for @muttpeeta who was kind enough to chat with me. My bff @dracarysqueen was also feeding me some info (thanks my love!) and I read a somewhat broken English and at times unclear translation here. It gives you a gist of the video and I’m grateful to u/hang_the_dj2 for making it.  Edit: Here is @adecila‘s leak translation so that you guys can draw your own conclusions without my salt about these revelations haha. Her translation is the undisputed best and I didn’t see it prior to writing this post, though my response is still the same!

One of the first things I read about the leak was the bit about Gendry/Arya. Essentially Gendry makes a weapon to Arya’s specifications. He calls her “m’lady” purposely to fluster her. There is “sexual tension” between Arya and Gendry. HELLO??? I can’t fucking wait. This is going to take over as like the whole world’s GoT OTP lol calling it now <3 

Arya apparently also reunites with the Hound. My takeaway from that bit of the translation is that Sandor mentions something about how Arya didn’t go through with killing him, and I guess he’s grateful for that now? That part was a bit unclear to me in the translation I read. 

Arya also reunites with Jon (!!!!!) where they share a tender hug, compare weapons with one another, and generally have a sweet and positive interaction. Arya is wary of telling Jon that she’s a Faceless Man, and Jon asks Arya to try and talk Sansa into coming around re: Dany. It is obvious that Sansa dislikes or distrusts Dany and Jon is troubled by this and asks for Arya’s help. I’ve heard from one person that Jon also asks Arya to talk to Dany herself. I’m really pleased by the prospect of this because I knew that Arya would support Jon no matter what, and that that support would extend to Dany since they’re obviously in love. 

Speaking of, Friki did make note of the fact that Jonerys is obvious to everyone else: Davos, Tyrion, Varys, etc. Sansa can see it too and asks Jon point blank if he bent the knee out of love or if he did it to save the North. Apparently Jon is extremely taken aback that she would ask this question. We aren’t told more about this moment but I’m guessing Jon is offended that she would ever think he would do something as serious as swearing fealty to Dany simply because of his romantic feelings, and not with the best interests of his home and family at heart. I’ll be interested to see how that conversation ends.

Also, I realize we all already knew this (and have been knowing this literally forever) but these revelations all completely disprove political!Jon. Yeah, it was already disproven by the scripts and basically everything else about canon but this is just another nail in the coffin. Jon having apparently private conversations with both Sansa and Arya about his love for Dany pretty much solidifies that he isn’t secretly playing her in the interest of Stark supremacy or independence. 

That independence, though, is something that is still important to the Northern lords. Lyanna Mormont is outspoken in her disapproval of Dany as queen. She notes that they chose Jon as king, not Dany. Again, we knew this was coming, but I’m stricken again by how silly this is. It’s literally the end of the world. Can this discussion not wait?

Anyway, the Northern lords are not a fan of Dany and it is obvious. Apparently Dany attempts to ingratiate herself to Sansa. Something along the lines of her telling Sansa the North is beautiful. I guess this isn’t successful given the bit about Jon talking to Arya about how much Sansa dislikes Dany.

The Northern lords also tell Jon and Dany soon after their arrival at Winterfell that the Night King has turned Viserion into a wight and is riding him. Dany is distraught by this information and encourages Jon to ride Rhaegal already, in episode 1, BEFORE he finds out about being a Targaryen. They do this to try and get an edge over the Night King. 

Jon does ride Rhaegal while Dany rides Drogon, it’s a great time, and they have a pretty passionate makeout session afterward lol. Friki specifically said this was a good episode for Jonerys scenes. I obviously love this bit of info and think it’s hot and exactly what I want for them both. Who wouldn’t get turned on by riding a dragon with Dany???? (also, lol at how accurate @muttpeeta‘s fic is!!!!) My only wish is that the dragon riding happened after the reveal. I just think it would be a more significant acceptance of his identity for Jon to reach this milestone after discovering he’s a Targaryen. At the same time, I like this because it shows how much Dany loves and trusts him already. Before learning he’s a Targ, before learning he has a claim to the IT, she is already willing to share everything with Jon--even her��“children.”

Also at Winterfell, Dany and Jorah break the news to Sam about the death of Randyll and Dickon. This is the part I really don’t like, so I apologize in advance for the rant here. So Dany shares this information and Sam is unbothered by the death of his father. Good. We expected that. He is, however, perturbed by the death of Dickon. While he thanks Dany for sharing the information with him, he is upset and apparently leaves to seek out Bran for more insight. Bran stresses that it isn’t important and that Jon needs to know the truth of his parentage. So Sam leaves Bran and finds Jon in the crypts. 

The first thing Sam shares with Jon, though, has nothing to do with Jon or his parentage. Sam finds Jon to tell him that Dany killed Randyll and Dickon. Jon, understandably, isn’t really phased. There are more important things to worry about, and Jon points out that not only do they need Dany, Dany is the queen. This is the moment when Sam drops the bomb. He tells Jon the truth of his parentage. Jon is shocked and denies it. Sam pushes further and tells him that Dany doesn’t have to be the queen because Jon is the king. 

This is the part that really, really bothers me. A lot. I knew there would be friction about Jon’s parentage. I knew there would be friction about Jon’s claim to the Iron Throne. What I didn’t expect was for the Tarly deaths to be brought up again (literally they brought these unimportant characters back in s7 just to kill them, just to cast doubt on Dany’s decision-making by her male advisers) in the same breath as Jon’s parentage reveal. These things are not of equal importance. The world is literally ending and we’re supposed to be worried about Dany’s judgment again? And to say she “killed” Randyll and Dickon is silly anyway. Let’s not forget: Dany didn’t break into Horn Hill with a dagger and kill Sam’s unsuspecting family in their sleep. Sam’s family betrayed Olenna Tyrell, sacked the Reach, wiped out the entirety of House Tyrell leaving no survivors at Highgarden, and allowed their liege Lady to be murdered in cold blood by Jaime Lannister. Dany retaliated on behalf of her slain allies and even offered mercy to the Tarlys if ony they’d swear allegiance to her instead. They refused, and died for their crimes. Why is this still being discussed? I genuinely don’t understand. 

By comparison, the Umbers and Karstarks betrayed their liege and were killed, but that act was seen as so egregious that Sansa suggested (and was supported in this suggestion by many Northerners) that even the descendants of the traitors be rooted out of their homes in retaliation for treachery. So why is Dany’s righteous vengeance on traitors still an issue? Why?

The episode apparently ends with Sam telling Jon that he is the heir. Again, I understand that. Westeros is built on male-preference primogeniture. Jon’s claim could trump Dany’s (for multiple reasons) and Sam and others would see that and likely push Jon to see it. The natural extension of that argument would be to suggest that Jon and Dany marry and unite their claims. Instead, Sam is possibly (again, we just had one brief video and multiple translations and interpretations of this video. I’m not sure exactly what Sam said) encouraging Jon to press his claim as king because 1. he has a potentially better claim and 2. because Sam might not believe Dany is an ideal queen due to the Tarly execution after the loot train battle. 

I just hate this. I find it massively OOC for Sam to use the huge moment of Jon’s parentage reveal to air his grievances about something Dany did. I find it massively OOC for Sam to be so concerned about Dickon in the first place, especially now. We have not been shown a positive Sam/Dickon relationship in canon, and Dickon was aware of Randyll’s abuse of Sam--he witnessed it firsthand--and did nothing to protect Sam or stand up to his father. On the contrary, Dickon loved and looked up to the brutal Randyll enough to willingly die at his side. This was not a man who was overly concerned about Sam, or vice versa. But now, suddenly, Sam loves his little brother enough to complain to Jon about Dickon’s death in a way that disparages Dany? Additionally, Sam is one of the few people at Winterfell who knows exactly how big of a threat the Night King and the White Walkers are, and we’re supposed to believe his main concern right now is what happened to Dickon? We’re also supposed to believe that Sam, Jon’s best friend, would think he could talk Jon into being king of the 7K, despite Jon’s multiple explicit statements about how much he abhors ruling?

So we’re going to have a delightful week between episodes 1 and 2 during which the antis compose dissertation-length dark!Dany meta like crazy. We have to suffer under what I consider to be a very poorly manufactured conflict that was written just for petty drama. I literally spent the day today at a conference on Women’s Leadership and one of the key topics discussed was how women with true power are seen as threatening and have to work twice as hard to be taken seriously. Glad to see Game of Thrones doing literally nothing to challenge that idea where Dany is concerned. 

Moving on. 

We also apparently learn that Theon saves Yara early on, early enough to be back at Winterfell in time for the Battle of Winterfell. I’m thrilled as a shameless Yara fangirl :)

In King’s Landing Cersei receives word of the Night King and wight!Viserion. She also sees that the Golden Company arrives but not with the force she expected. Apparently they were supposed to have elephants, and they don’t? She’s angry about this, but still sleeps with Euron as payment for delivering her army. I also read somewhere that back at Winterfell, Tyrion is aware that Cersei has commissioned the GC and that she plans to use them against the North instead of as aid against the Night King. This is interesting considering Friki’s other leak involving some treachery by Tyrion later in the season.

Overall, the episode sounds compelling at least and I’m excited about Gendrya, a Jon/Arya reunion, Jonerys getting horny from riding dragons together lol, and Yara living. But Sansa still being a constant voice of opposition for Jon, and the petty Jon/Dany/Sam conflict is really unsettling to me and I’ve very tired of hearing about Randyll and Dickon Tarly. 

[blasphoeme]

First Lines Meme

RULES: List the openings of the last ten stories you published. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Then tag some friends.

This is really interesting! Thanks for tagging me you wonderful peeps @callmedewitt @smoldany @thescarletgarden1990

Going to keep this solely Jonerys despite not all my last ten fics published were Jonerys hehe.

1) I Love You More Than Ice Cream

“Here you go!” Leaning over the counter, Dany handed a vanilla baby cone over to the outstretched hands of a little girl in a pink tutu.

“Thank you!” The child about three exclaimed, her cherubic face lit up in glee. Her green eyes darted all over her ice cream looking for a right place to attack. Her mother lifted her child up, perching her on her hip before taking a cup of cookies and cream from Dany. 

“Thank you so much.” The slightly frazzled mother said. Yet, despite being tired, she couldn’t help gush about her baby: “This rascal did so well for her first ballet class so we agreed she could get a treat.”

“That’s so wonderful! Well done, little one.” Dany said, tapping the girl on her nose which prompted a shy grin from a pair of vanilla ice cream stained lips.

Waving at the mother and child as they left through the front door, the little girl now spotting an ice cream moustache and a dollop of ice cream on the very tip of her nose, Dany smiled. She loved her job so very much.

2) Their First Time

The heavy wooden door swung shut with a resounding slam that went unnoticed to the ears of the two individuals enclosed within the cabin. The day he stepped into her throne room, she would have never envisioned this happening. This stubborn man irked her so much and frustrated her for days, refusing to do as she asked. Oh, how he perplexed her so. He was a man she just couldn’t figure out and that only made her want to know him more. The urge to uncover every mystery that shrouded this king from the north grew stronger with time. He was the first man who wanted to know the woman beneath the crown. He wanted to know Dany. He was the first man who gave her his loyalty for who she was, not because of her dragons or her titles and her armies. He pledged himself to her because he saw her heart. Jon Snow was different with that he intrigued her. When he took her hand that very day on this very same boat, a gesture of comfort that she didn’t know she desired, things started to change between them. They were growing closer to one another. The stolen glances from across the room that lingered and all those unspoken words of longing had been culminating to this moment.

No one knew who bridged the gap first, all they knew was they needed to get closer to the person in front of them, whose eyes reflected an image of themselves. In his eyes she saw absolute desire, a hunger that she was eager to appease and a softness that she yearned to drown in. In her eyes he saw a vulnerability that he wished to cherish and a longing that he craved so much to satiate.

3) Splish Splash

“Mama.” 

The child cocked her head to a side, curls as black as night bobbed gently by her cherubic cheeks as she moved. Her mama wasn’t acknowledging her, so busy absorbed in her documents. Demolishing her block tower and pushing aside her toys, one palm and a knee in front of the other, the determined little one started her expedition to reach her mother.

“Mama.”

A sweet insistent voice pulled Dany’s focus away from her work. She looked away from her parchment only to see that her baby girl had crawled over from her pile of toys and plopped her little bum onto the ground by her outstretched legs. Her baby’s chubby little hand lay splayed open on her knee.

“What is it, Ellie?” Dany cooed tapping the baby on her button nose.

“Play, mama.” Little chubby fingers reached towards her, stretching up in the air, flexing and curling, beckoning Dany to join her fun in her own childish, endearing manner.

4) Heroic Idiocy

Outside, the cicadas buzzed and chirped as the Queen of Westeros stood by one of the numerous open windows of her chamber, looking out at nothing in particular. She sighed again, losing count of how many times she had done it that day. Her emotions were a tangle, struggling between telling herself that she should just wait for him to come to her and throwing all restraint to the wind and running to him instead. To apologize, leap into his arms and never let go because she’d been missing him all day. There was also some precious news that she needed to share with him. But was today the right day to disclose it?

The doors to their bed chambers swung open and slammed shut, startling the queen from her thoughts, so hard she could almost feel the floor vibrating under her feet. Her husband had returned.

Great.

From her position by the window, she could hear him banging around behind her, letting out his frustration on the innocent furniture with every item of clothing that he shed, until all that was left were his simple under shirt and linen pants.

“How’s your wound?” Dany spoke up, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a hot knife through lard.

“So now you decide to talk to me.” Jon said rolling his eyes with his back turned to her still. After the incident, Dany had all but refused to look at him, talk to him, giving him the silent treatment. Why couldn’t she understand that he had to do it?

5) Flowers For Papa

It was yet another peaceful day in Kings Landing. The sun was shining with nought a cloud in the sky. In the nursery of the Red Keep, the three Targaryen children were enjoying a quiet afternoon of play with their babysitter for the day while their mother took some time to plan a welcome home surprise for her husband’s return from his trip to the North. It was the first time he’s left his family since the twins were born and to be away for two whole weeks, his family missed him dearly.

“This is a lion.” Aedon’s chubby hands held up a wooden lion figurine, one of ten hand whittled wooden animals by their father’s advisor and friend, Ser Davos, for the twins’ second birthday. Grinning, Aedon offered it to their uncle who lounged upon the chaise by the window of the nursery, his usual goblet of wine in hand.

Patting the child on the cheek, the queen’s trusted hand nodded, his voice a bit slurry from his drink. “Yes. You are quite right. That is a lion.”

6) Paper Planes

Everyone said she was a romantic, ever since she was a small child, a romantic with her mind in the clouds, a dreamer. The very moment her soul mark manifested on her collarbone one morning, she had all but ran around her house shouting in glee, telling each member of her household that she had a soul mate and she was going to meet them one day, just like her mummy and daddy did. She was ecstatic. She couldn’t wait to meet whoever they were that bore a mark that was a pair with hers.  

“How will I know if I’ve met the right person? How will I know that they’re mine, mama?” The little girl asked, rubbing at her mark with a finger, her eyes bright with anticipation, with hope.

Her mother gave her button nose a playful pinch. “You’ll know when your mark starts to grow warm.” Giving the girl’s chest a tap, she continued, “That warmth will then spread to your heart.” Her finger moved down further, the woman then gave her daughter’s belly a poke. “And make you feel all fuzzy in here, like butterflies taking to the sky.” The little girl giggled and dove into her mother’s arms. “When you lay eyes on them, you just know.” She couldn’t wait for that day to come.

7) Love Thought Lost

Swimming through the layers of sleep towards the surface of consciousness, Dany couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so well, so deep and dreamless. Lying on her side, she cracked open blurry eyes slightly and wooden panelled windows of her cabin came into view. The sky outside was still not too bright, the early dawn crepuscular sun rays cut through the dimness of the room providing a little bit of light. The candles that were lit from the night before and the fire in her hearth had long gone out but she didn’t feel cold. In fact she felt so very cosy and warm, combined with the rocking motions of the ship, could very well lull her back to sleep in this comfortable nest of sheets.

Stretching the stiffness out of her sleep idled limbs, her feet bumped into something firm. That something let out a groan from behind her, a very manly groan. That something proceeded to snake an arm around her waist and pulled her to it. Her back came in contact with a muscular bare chest.

There was someone in bed with her. Her eyes widened slightly as awareness flooded her mind once more, along with the memories of the night before. That someone was a very naked Jon Snow.

8) Fun in the Snow

Snowflakes fleeted down to join the collection on the ground as Dany stood by the gates waiting for Jon. The grounds of Winterfell were blanketed in white, fluffy snow after the storm that blustered through the night before. His words telling her to meet him by the castle gates once they were done with their duties came in quiet mutterings as they lay bundled up under the furs of her bed, watching the flurrying white snow fall down from above outside the window with the sun in the background creeping up upon the land. He told her that he wanted to bring her to a place only he knew about. Probably a guise to spend some time alone amongst the mess that was their lives. The time they got alone was finite these days. This tender intimacy was new territory to be explored and any chance they got together was precious. They didn’t know how long they could keep their romance under wraps, maybe everyone around them already had an inkling about what their rulers were up to, sneaking into each other’s chambers every night. But no one seemed to be aware; at least they didn’t seem to be. Dany dared to think they were all right for the moment. So there she was, waiting for him, feeling a little giddy, like a young lady waiting on her beau. Not that she was a lady she was a queen. Jon however, was most definitely beau material. Their nightly romantic dalliances were venturing outside the confines of their chambers. Would this be akin to the days on her ship, under the sun with the eyes of their friends on them, where they couldn’t be as free in their displays of affection?

9) Flowers for Mama

The echoes of his wife’s shrill screams reverberated through his skull. His ears were ringing; his hands were numb under the herculean grip of her smaller clammy ones. Her grip was so hard that they were beginning to cut off the circulation to his fingers, but he held on with his jaws clenched, keeping his fingers closed tightly around hers, giving her all the support he could. The pain appeared to be worsening, judging from the shorter increment of her screams and the tremors running through her petite frame. He wished futilely, willing the waves of pain wracking through her body, as she lay cradled between his arms against the front of his body to lessen even just a fraction. Alas, this was an endeavour that only his queen could overcome, only a woman could overcome. The endeavour of childbirth.

10) Flowers of Jealousy & Apology

Dany and Jon have been married for about a month now, to be returning to Essos as a married woman was interesting to say the least and for her honeymoon no less. Since the war ended, they hadn’t had the time to just relax and be themselves. They were quickly caught up in the task of ruling all seven kingdoms of Westeros. So, they decided it was time for them to finally take a break from living in a stuffy castle to travel and enjoy their marriage, away from responsibilities for a while. It was also the perfect chance for Jon to experience the sight and smells of some of the places Dany grew up in, where she left her foot prints; where she first rose to power; where she did so much good.

Observations:

I like to use descriptions a lot hehe. Sometimes I might mix it up with dialogues :). 

I seem to write a lot of fics in Dany’s POV haha

My openings are sometimes long af cos idk how long to go on for lol.

These fics remind me of the good old days when I first started my journey into the world of fan fiction hehe~~ I think I've grown a bit? Although I feel like my writing can still evolve hmm... I have much, much more to learn. 

Tagging: @adecila @tomakeitbeautifultolive @ktwrites @lawonderlandwriter @xxthewolvenstormxx @fierypen37 @drakhus

[tiny-little-bird]

A good heart.

So, I was rewatching Jon and Davos’ scene in 7.04, and I’m sorry, but Davos DOES NOT say “I’ve noticed you staring at HER good heart.” he says “I’ve noticed you staring at A good heart.” Go back and rewatch it and hear/see for yourself.

I cannot believe that for months I thought he said “her good heart”, because that’s how people wrote it on gifests, photo collages etc. but in fact he LEGIT says “A GOOD HEART!”

So yeah, here is a gif of Jon staring at Dandelion’s “good heart”:

But you know at whose good heart he stared at, and EVERYONE was there to witness it? Sansa’s. 

In the GIF below, we can see Davos is right there, on the left, assisting and looking at them. Then there is also Mel, right in the middle, between them. Why put them in the frame? Why have them assist to this moment? It costs to have actors on set, filming, this scene could’ve easily been shot without Davos, Mel, Pod, Brienne and Tormund looking at them, but they are there.

Ok, so below, he goes straight to looking at her chest and giving her a quick “scan”, he notices she’s wearing a new dress right a way. How… observing of you, Jonathan.

How convenient that the “wolf bit”, is exactly on her chest area, where her “good heart” is. lol

Also, can we all appreciate how in the gif below, Jon legit checks Sansa out, “scans” her top to bottom, head to toe, slowly this time?

*inserts sarcasm* But brothers do that all the time, that’s something completely normal and platonic, I don’t even know why I mentioned that. *winks*

Side note, (in the same gif) just look at how comfortable and happy Sansa looks and is, having him check her, and her body out like that, despite all she’s been through, how happy she is that he noticed her, and her new dress, that he seems to like it. 

It warms my heart every time I watch this scene.

So he checks her out and looks at her good heart,

Then he does it again,

And again (twice, in the gif below). He stutters a little and then says, “I like the wolf bit.” all the while looking at her chest, then proceeds to look her in the eyes, smiling like a complete dork/fool, and then he goes back to look at her good heart again aka her “wolf bit”.

All the while, Tormund and Brienne are looking at this “very platonic” *winks again* exchange, unfold right before their eyes, and even if he’s not in frame, Davos is definitely looking at them too.

Have y'all counted how many times he looks at her “good heart” in this one scene? Because I personally lost count. lol

#JondelionCantRelate 🤗

Now we fast forward to season 7, and we have Davos say, “I’ve noticed you staring at A good heart.”, only, again, It’s not Dandelion, since we’ve never seen Jon do such a thing. 

Davos would’ve said “her heart”, if it was her he was talking about, he was alluding to the cloak scene, “I noticed/saw you staring at A good heart (once).”, but I don’t think Jon got the memo he was talking about Sansa, at all.

Normally D&D should’ve made Davos say, “her good heart”,

“I think she has a good heart.” || “I noticed you staring at her good heart.”

but they chose to use “a” instead, to leave it up to interpretation, to  make it sound like it could be ANY good heart. 

And Jon then goes to say that there’s no time for it; on an island where he has nothing to do all day. 

But go figure, while he was preparing for a war/battle, and after, while he was preparing the entire North for a zombie invasion, he had plenty of time to:

stare at Sansa’s “good heart”, 

have intimate, heated conversations with her in a candle lit tent, where they legit looked like they were about to make out,

give her sweet and tender forehead kisses, 

stroll around Winterfell with her to talk and sort things out,

look her in the eyes longingly,

smile to her

laugh with her

joke with her

and the list can go on.

You know how when you’re nit interested in someone you go, sorry I don;t have time for a relationship right now, I’m focusing on work? Yeah… “There’s no time for that.” is simply a polished way of saying “she’s not my type/I’m not interested.” lmao

But let’s get back to 7.04.

After the all the good heart talk, we get this scene:

Dayum Jonathan, calm your pants, your cousiness is showing again. 😂

But wait a second, doesn’t Jon’s (extra) reaction here, remind you of another scene which happened just two epsiodes earlier? Mhm… yup. 

Only difference is, in the scene with Theon there were “spectators”.

And then we have Dadvos giving Jon this look:

And doesn’t Davos’ reaction also remind you of another scene from two episodes earlier? Mhm… yup. 

I see lots of “wheels” turning in both scenes.

Davos has come to the same realization as Littlefinger. 

Davos KNOWS.

Another thing that leads me to think that whole “good heart” conversation wasn’t about Dandelion but about Sansa, is that Jon doesn’t think Dandelion has a good heart.

And here we have it, “And you believe that?”. 

Are we supposed to believe he thinks she has a good heart, when he clearly doubts Dandelion would let Missandei leave, if she decided she wanted to go home? No, we’re not, because he doesn’t believe for a second she has a good heart, because he doesn’t buy into her whole, saviour, liberator, protecting people from monsters facade, he sees past it. 

The scene above literally contradicted his statement to Davos from two seconds earlier. 

Internally he must be like, I wanted to leave too, and yet look at me, here I am, stuck here on this cursed island, she won’t let me go home, she won’t let me leave, and if the day ever comes that you’ll want to leave, she won’t let you leave either. I partly believe we’ll have a scene with Missandei in season 8, where she’ll ask Dandelion to leave with Grey Worm, and Jon’s incredulity about the matter will be proved right, Dandelion will not allow Missandei to “abandon” her. 

There was even a deleted scene between Dandelion and Missandei from season 4, that went like this:

Dany: Never betray me.

Missandei: Never.

But I might be completely wrong about this, we’ll have to see.

So yeah, to me the fact that D&D didn’t show us Jon staring at Dandelion’s good heart, the fact that they had Davos say “I noticed you staring at A good heart.” INSTEAD of naturally having him say “I noticed you staring at HER good heart.”, the fact that the scene with Missandei confirmed he doesn’t believe Dandelion has a good heart, the fact that after the scene with Missandei, Jon goes berserk on Theon after Theon mentions Sansa, it all makes me believe Davos was talking about Sansa, that D&D were trying to subtly remind the audience that it’s Sansa’s good heart Jon stared at, NOT Dandelion’s, that Sansa is the one with the good heart and NOT Dandelion.

(all the gifs used in this post are mine)

#JonsaIsComing 💙

[sailorshadzter]

Can you write that Jon gets injured in the battle against the night king and their not sure if he’s going to survive (but he will). He would wake up a little delirious and still not out of danger of dying from his injuries. Sansa tells him he can’t die because she’s pregnant.

i LIVE for these sort of prompts. thanks for the perfect amount of love and angst, anon! i hope you like this one!

send me prompts 

Her heart is racing as she fumbles over his clothing, ripping his shirt away as she tries to find the wound that bleeds so heavily. The first moment she saw him, half carried between Tormund and Davos, will forever be imprinted upon her brain. But now he’s settled into a bed that isn’t his, but rather her own- her chambers had been on the side of Winterfell that still yet stood tall and strong. “Light a fire,” she commands of the first person through the doors. It’s Arya, looking pale and fearful as she stares at the bloody mess that is Jon on the bed. “Arya! Please!” Her voice brings Arya back to the moment and at once, the younger girl is at work, stroking the once dying embers in the hearth. It breathes back to life and the room is suddenly bright with firelight.

Fear courses through her veins but Sansa pushes through it, crossing the room to grab her sewing basket that sits atop the table. She fishes out a needle and a long stretch of black thread; dropping down onto the bed beside him, she presses linen against the sword wound to his right side, a deep gash that she’s fearful won’t stop bleeding. In no time at all, the linen is soaked through and she exchanges it for another one. “Arya, I need for you to go down to the kitchens.” She speaks without looking up from the wound she’s putting pressure upon. Jon has dozens of other, smaller injuries that will need looked after as well. As will Arya, though her’s are anything but life threatening. “In a cabinet on the western wall you will find herbs in bottles. I have them labeled, you must bring me yarrow and honey,” she knows very little of herb work, but she recalls her mother using honey dressings to clean sword injuries Robb and Jon had received as children playing in the yard. “Hurry.” She holds her breath until she hears Arya dart off, leaving her and Jon alone in the room.

He groans suddenly, his dark eyes fluttering open, their gaze focusing upon her face. “S-Sansa…” He whispers, his hand suddenly falling into place over hers, still yet pressing against his bleeding wound. “You’re safe…” He sounds weak, weaker than she’s ever heard, and fear leaps into her throat. “You should… Worry about others… Arya…”

“Arya is just fine.” Sansa speaks sharply, fighting against the tears gathering in her eyes. “You must rest, Jon, all will be well.” She feels him squeeze her hand gently, his voice softly speaking her name bringing her gaze back to his face.

“I think this is it for me…” He murmurs, his hand reaching up to gently touch her face.

“Jon, you mustn’t say such things,” she’s choking on her tears now, unable to stop them as they roll down her cheeks. “Please you must live, you must.” She slides her hand over his against her cheek, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m with child, Jon. Please… Please don’t leave me to raise our child alone.” Beneath her gaze, his eyes widen, shock falling into place on his features. Despite his pain, despite his suffering, he feels something new rising up within him. Suddenly, there comes a new will to live, a new reason to fight for the life restored to him. “Please…” She begs softly and to her surprise, Jon smiles and gives a single nod before the darkness of unconsciousness claims him once again.

It’s then that Arya returns to the room and with her she’s brought the yarrow and honey. “Mix them,” Sansa instructs of her sister, gesturing at the empty water basin on the table beside her. Pulling the linen away from Jon’s injury, she sees that the bleeding has stopped just enough that she leans in and whispers a soft apology to his sleeping form before plunging the needle into his skin. She painstakingly sews up his injury, pressing it with the crushed yarrow and honey mixture and then wraps a few layers of linen around his waist, to protect the injury and to keep it clean. And then she sets to work on all of the others- his body is littered with cuts and burns and bruises. One by one, she cleans every one, bandaging them all with the honey and yarrow mixture to help in the healing process.

Only when she’s done does she stand up and turn to Arya who’s hovered near the bedside the whole time. “Your turn,” Sansa says to her little sister, before she takes her by the arm to lead her from the room. As she goes to open her door herself, it nearly flies off the hinges as Tormund rushes in, his worry evident. “Stay with him, won’t you?” She asks the wildling man, who is battered and bruised, but mostly unhurt. The man nods and slips by them, taking the seat beside the bed that Sansa had previously occupied. “Send for me if he worsens,” she says, her heart skipping a beat at the thought. And then she draws Arya from the room, leading her down to the next room, a spare room that at least had a bed for her to rest in.

An hour later, she emerges from the room that now houses Arya, having dressed her sister’s few injuries and administrated a sleeping potion that would allow her to find the rest she so deserved. And then she returns to the room she’s placed Jon in, finding Tormund awake but groggy at his bedside. “Go find a place to rest,” she says as she comes to him, placing a comforting hand to the redheaded man’s shoulder. Tormund looks up and over at her for a long moment before he finally nods and rises. The look they exchange is one of mutual love for the man in the bed, a look of worry they both feel for his life.

When Tormund has gone, she refills the water basin from the pitcher and washes Jon and Arya’s blood from her hands. She strips from her blood stained gown and tosses it into the fire- she has no use for the ruined gown, now. Pulling on an older, well worn gown of black and gray, she drops into the chair beside the bed and knows she can do little else but to wait. And so she takes Jon by the hand and she does just that: she waits.

[ x x x ]

It takes two days for Jon’s fever to break and when it does, Sansa sleeps over the foot of his bed. She’s not left his side in those two days, eating only when prompted, sleeping only when she falls asleep draped over him. He blinks back into the waking world, feeling quite similar to how he had felt the day of his resurrection from the dead. That alone tells him how close he had come to dying. He recalls it, the sword injury that had nearly done him in, from a wight that had gotten him with a quick, well timed jab. That, accompanied with his other many wounds, had been more than enough to do him in.

And he’d been ready to give up, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. Death would have been the sweet release to a life of hardship, a life of war and deceit. He was tired of faking, tired of pretending. He just wanted things to be easy, selfish or not, he didn’t want to worry about anyone else’s battles. He only wanted to think about what was best for him… And for her.

Speaking of her, there she slept at the end of his bed, red hair disheveled, her gown wrinkled to hell. Though she slept, she looked exhausted and Jon knew it was because of him that she looked so weary. And she must have been mourning the loss that was Theon- he still could recall her hollow scream when his body had been brought in, the last thing he had heard before collapsing that night. It was then that that he recalled her words, the only words that had been able to spark the fight back into him. I’m with child. Those three words had been enough to remind him that his life wasn’t over yet, that he still had someone to live for. Now, there would be two. “Jon…” Her sleepy voice filters into his mind and he feels the weight of her lift off his legs as she sits up. “You’re awake!” She surges forward, reaching for his hands as she sits upon the edge of the bed at his hips. “How do you feel?”

“How do I feel?” He asks, forcing himself up onto an elbow, ignoring the sharp pain it caused his healing body. “How do you feel?” Suddenly, worry was rushing through him; was she sleeping enough? Eating enough? “You should be resting, not sitting up all night at my bedside!” He admonishes as she leans over him to gently push him back onto his pillow, tut tutting about the wounds he would reopen with his movements. “Sansa!”

“I am fine, Jon,” she finally says as she sinks back into the chair she’d once been asleep in. “You nearly died only two nights ago but you worry about me?” She asks with a small shake of her head, though Jon reaches for her hand and holds on tight. Clearly from his reaction, Jon recalls the words she’d spoken to him out of fear and desperation the night of the fight against the Night King. “You remember what I said to you, then?” She asks softly and Jon gives a nod, squeezing her hand in the most tender of ways. “I am certain it will come with spring,” she says, uncertain how she knows spring will come again, though she believes with all of her heart that it will. She doesn’t tell him how the morning she had first woke with morning sickness, she’d woken from a dream of direwolves and three children playing in the godswood. Like a dream of the future, she had known those children to be hers and Jon’s. “I am sorry if it changes things,” she adds, knowing he just barely could keep his head afloat when it came to the dragon queen. “Now you only have more to worry about.”

Jon shakes his head, sliding his other hand into place over hers. “You have taken worry from me,” he admits, smiling slightly up at her. “All I have ever dreamed of is a family, Sansa. You have given it to me.” He is at home with her there in her rooms, knowing soon her belly would begin to curve with the life inside of her. A life of their creation. “This will all be over soon and then we can be a family. You and me and our babe,” he watches as her blue eyes spill over with tears, reaching up to gently brush them from her skin. “We will find happiness when all of this is over,” he means this final war with Daenerys, the one that is yet to come. She nods and smiles down at him, feeling for the first time a true flutter of happiness within her heart.

Soon, spring will come, and with it their happiness will bloom like the flowers in the garden. It is all they can hope for.

[kenrik]

I ship Jonsa

I SHIP IT SO HARD. *in the universe HBO created, not the books*

And guess who I ship with Dany? ...THE IMP. TYRION LANNISTER.

Y? Because I live in my own world I guess.

SPOILERS ALERT Will be ranting about Jonsa, Jonerys, Danyrion, and the crapfest that is S7. *because my friends don’t get me and I need an outlet for my feels.* 

*with regard to timeline um, don’t equate an episode for a day..... remember, a travel from King’s Landing to the North is a month. That’s why when Cersei went up to Winterfell in S1, she was so bitchy. HAHA*

1. Jonsa I think Sansa's character development and her current character makes the most sense. Out of everyone left from the Starks - she's the last true remaining Stark.

From the start of the series, she was the worst Stark ever. But, I have to say, the way HBO played with the characters, Sansa's development was the best. Arya morphed into a faceless man who should never have any more personal inclinations. Bran turned into the distanced and removed Three-Eyed Raven. And Jon, a man of the night's watch.

Sansa, granted everyone went through shit as well, really really changed for the better. She's become cunning, smarter. She knows her cards and how to deal it. She has a firmer grasp on her enemies and an greater understanding of her father's words - a more profound loyalty to being a Stark. I believe Sansa to be a capable and great ruler if given the opportunity.

<S7 rant> (This is where I find it petty, how HBO is handling things. Sibling rivalry against Arya and Sansa planted by Baelish? I find it so stupid and petty for the developments of these characters. I find the reunions in s7 to be loads of crap. Worst of all, an incredibly written character like Baelish, Tyrion - don't you find it odd that they have terrible dialogues now; that they're characters/motives seem off? This season makes it feel like all the characters have become one-dimensional, as if they've lost their depth. You have to admit - Tyrion from the earlier seasons is not the same Tyrion we're forced with now. This is why I say HBO has done some poor writing.) <S7 rant>

Sansa is fierce, strong, so far altered from the snotty, selfish girl she was when Ned first brought her to the capital. When she reunites with Jon, he - EVERYONE - saw this. *internally screaming*

For the longest time, Sansa has had no one to fully depend on. Her whole life, she had been treated as a beautiful princess only to have her childhood stolen from her by monsters. That the moment she sees Jon, the first family she's seen for ages, a great great incredible burden drops. To Sansa, this man would be the closest to the life she's once lived and so immaturely cast aside. Out of everything she's been through, it is only her family she'll be able to love, to give her heart to freely. Jon is her family and she is able to give her broken heart to him. (I say this because after all she's been through, she knows better than to believe in the fantasy called love. As she learned from Cersei, it is nothing in marriage. or sth idk. If anything, Sansa is ready to just hand herself to a marriage that she would need - out of necessity never for love. Her character doubts her falling in love is even possible.) (So even if I'm shipping Jonsa, I'm not saying Sansa is in love with Jon like a school girl. Sansa flatly loves Jon because he is family, the last person from her past who returned to her. Arya and Bran are no longer themselves. Jon, however, only developed and became a great leader, but he is still the same kind-hearted, courageous young man he was.)

Now, Jon.

First off, Jon doesn't understand love, attraction, whatever when he first met Ygritte. When he met her, he got it all in full. Especially the heartbreak. (I don't really ship them but I get it.)

This Jon we're meeting is the post-Ygritte Jon. In terms of love, I think he's satisfied, that he believes Ygritte is his one and only.

(Which is why - I, infinitely don't understand, HBO's spin. I definitely can tell it'll be Jonaerys. Because, popularly, it makes - well, popularly... I can't even form a sentence. Jonaerys cannot be because Dany is the sort who has a reverse-harem. She can't help it, everyone will and WILL fall in love with her. And Jon's no exception. But the question is - will Jon really love-love her? Attraction is different from love. The attraction Dany invites is devotion. Jon is not one who will leave the North to rule in the South or sth like this.)

So, you have a Ygritte still devoted Jon. Ygritte has red hair. Sansa... has red... hair. (LOL at the surface-level parallels). BUT, other than this, the Sansa Jon meets when he first arrives at Winterfell is not the kid he saw as the snobbish, narcissistic girl he's related to but the beaten, less-radiant woman who has a hand in politics and in war, who's been passed from man to man.

And he acknowledges this strength in her when he leaves Winterfell in her hands. The tenderness, the trust between them, something they both have never felt in a long time - is just indescribable. You also have the great scene when Sansa and Jon argue over how to handle Ramsey. Here, the great Jon Snow (the same person Ser Davos goes on and on about when introducing him to Dany - which is another crap filler thing) is given a beating, a wake-up call he so needed. (He got a number of those from Ygritte.)

I don't know but Jonsa makes my heart warm. It just makes sense to me. (If things were written as I get understand them. LOL.) Also, those many scenes in s6 were just too ship-able!

2. Jonerys I don't get. I get it - from a, sth pov. But, based on my understanding of the characters - no, I just don't get it. I don't understand where this love will come from.

These two are basically strangers.

Dany who fell in love with Drogo, fell in love with him after a buttload of time and effort (sacrifice). This was just beautiful. GOD SO BEAUTIFUL. How you could tell they loved each other so much just by looking at each other is beyond me! (you just could!) 

Dany who 'fell in love' with the Secondsons guy, was never really in love with him. He was more like a good side dish, which said guy already admitted he didn't mind.

Dany, amid having the sweet, tender face of Emilia Clarke, ain't looking for a strong man to hold her at night in that way that's forever and love-love. (BUT DAMN. In holding onto Jon, as if she needs a security blanket EP 6 - JUST MAKES NO SENSE TO ME. Surrounded by loyal subjects (friends) who crossed the Narrow Sea with her - and yet she clings on to Jon, a stranger - I really don't get it.) (I mean, don't dare tell me it's the power of love - love is just a word. There is always a reason - A REASON - why you're attracted to another.) (You know, KenRik, love is love. You just fall in love sometimes with no explanation.)

NO.

HAHA.

Just, no.

It could be as deep as - we've gone through incredible shit together. Or as shallow as - I like his abs. There will always be a reason. And, granted the scenes we've had of Jonaerys - I refuse to believe it's because of some shallow reason. For the deeper ones, Dany has no reason to fall in love with Jon.

Jon, I totally understand falling for Dany in a shallow way. Because, Dany is incredible. It's impossible not to fall in love with her. Amid this, I will never want him to end up with Dany because that would be a love based on devotion. And Dany, she can never own Jon. Jon has a life to lead, people to rule, a realm to keep safe. Beside her, he's character will be diluted. Or Dany's. Someone's character will suffer.

Besides, politically - it would make more sense to have them rule separately.

Finally, I think I am not sold on Jonaerys - never will - because of the fact that these two have had great loves. Why would they be written into a relationship that is subpar, that is not incredible, that is forseeable and calculated? It's far too cliche and overused. It shatters the strong image of Dany. It shatters the independence of Jon.

Jon - who's had to build what he has now. Dany - who's made a name for herself.

With Jon - she'll be casted as inferior amid being queen because Jon is well - a man and that's just how it goes. (or vice-versa: With Dany, Jon'll be casted as inferior amid being ruler of the north because Dany is a queen with dragons)

I just see nothing but settling in this pair. :/

3.

I was blindsided by this too.

3. Danyrion Tyrion - you just love that imp. You. Just. Do.

Sadly, no one in his universe does other than Jamie.

<S7 rant> (His character in S7 makes no sense to me. Poor writing I say! I don't understand his motivations. His movements. They are giving us shit zero about our beloved imp. And I bet Peter is not happy with this as well. So far, he is shown as sullen and a poor tactitian. Which - should - not - be - the - case - unless - they - show - us - why.)

I get that he's still sad after all that's happened. And now, he's fighting against his family. BUT DAMN. S6 Tyrion and S7 Tyrion is so different!!

And don't tell me Cersei's people are just that good. :/ They are so not. Well, not supposably.

And, god, how many times do they have to call on Dany to save everyone's asses. Do they all suck that much? Man, do I pity Dany.<s7 rant>

When Dany and Tyrion first meet, Dany is amused by Tyrion's dark humor and cunning mind. His speech, he's just really incredible. (Well, until his character was destroyed.) Tyrion, as does everyone, (and one of the reasons why I think it's just hilarious) falls in love with Dany but doesn't know it.

He's devoted to her, chose to serve her as his queen. But, I think he could very well fall in love with her. I think he has fallen in love with her but he just doesn't know it. He doesn't trust himself on the topic. He closed his heart after all the horrid failures. But when he does wake up from his complex, he'll find that he's in love with Dany - this beast of a woman who will never fall in love with him, who he doesn't deserve (as all women), who will barely spare him a moment's glance. (after all the failures he brought to her doorstep.)

Remember how I said that the love Dany inspires is devotion - Tyrion is very able to do this. Under this pair, he'll return to King's Landing as a rightful ruler - the same he was supposed to be for countless times.

<s7 rant> MY GREAT QUESTION with Tyrion's constant failures, with his questionable dialogue and judgment - is WHERE IS ALL THIS COMING FROM? Because the fight is too much for him to handle? Because he's still depressed? Because he's fighting against his family?

WELL. UM. He's been that way all his life????

BUT prior to S7. (SERIOUSLY, JUST S7) - He's managed somehow. He wasn't pitiful. I mean - just seeing him onscreen is painful to watch. The way Dany treats him - with zero trust/respect. WHAT THE FUCK. WHERE IS OUR TYRION WHO GAVE US THAT EPIC/A MILLION EPIC SPEECHES?

SEE WHY I KEEP SAYING IT'S BAD WRITING? Because - all this are fine - if written properly. But instead we are shoved with stupid fucking FUCKING FILLERS that do nothing NOTHING for us. Why did we have to see Missandei and Grey Worm's sex scene??? WHEN HAHAHA FUCK they are not characters we care for. They are not integral to the movement of the storyline. GOD WHY. WHY DID WE GET A MILLION MINUTES OF “BEND THE KNEE” BEND THE KNEE. GOD I’LL FUCKING BREAK YOUR KNEE. 

Why did we have episode 5??? WHY.

Why did the Stark's reunions (Arya and Bran's) SUCK SO BAD. I MEAN. FOR SO LONG SO SO SO LONG. They've been separated. But - we get this reunion. So so so so so so so so unnecessary and anticlimatic. Um, I declare them fillers. So many scenes of unnecessary-ness. GOD I CAN'T EVEN. And Arya and Sansa's possible feud - WTF. I mean, I thought Sansa knew how Baelish worked? DAMMIT. I don't get anything AT ALL.

ALSO THAT STUPID SUICIDE MISSION IS JUST SO STUPID. I CANNOT EVEN. I bet George just said - oh, find a way for the white walkers to get a dragon ^^, - and the writers were like: OK...

GOD.

I should make another post just to rant about S7. WHAT THE FUCK WAS ALL THE HYPE FOR DAMN- IT. <s7 rant> 

Anyway, I digress.

Tyrion falling in love with Dany, is so funny for me because yet again, he'll believe it to be another dead end. Another fruitless thing. But this small man is a man who LOVES. He's never been loved. BUT DAMN DOES HE HAVE SO MUCH LOVE TO GIVE. (My, reminds me of my other ship :o)

Dany, (Which is why I want Tyrion written better :() it's so cute so different so awesome if she were to fall in love with a (stronger, smarter, better-written Tyrion). I mean, he's a total contrast to the men she's used to. HAHA. Both his physique and mind. Dany is the type of woman who'll have men in and out of her life. But I see Tyrion as a possible exchange for Jorah. I can see Dany and Tyrion's relationship developing over a long time of friendship, building intimacy and dependence/trust/respect/ and LOVE.

Tyrion's greatest flaw is accepting every little love bestowed upon him as if it means the world. With Dany, he will expect nothing and be satisfied with making her rule a successful one.

<s7 rant> Honestly, before s7, I thought Tyrion would be Dany's greatest asset, greatest adviser. I knew there would be troubles, but they wouldn't come because of poor strategy. I knew there would be internal arguments, but they would come because of questionable character writing. I thought these characters were fully developed (or closed to it) by the time they reach the great war. But, why do their characters make no sense? Why are they all written so poorly? Like a fantasy movie worse than a parody?

I ship Tyrion and Dany but I cannot expound by way of S7.

I can't actually explain anything s7 related.

I just don't get s7.

I think it's all bullshit. 

You know it’s bullshit when Dany gives zero fucks that she lost a child and all fucks towards Jon Snow. EPISODE 6 WTF???? Seriously - WHAT WAS THAT EVEN. <s7 rant>

To reiterate, I do not care what ship becomes canon. I JUST WANT THEM TO MAKE GOT HIGH CHARACTER STANDARDS LEVEL. All we’re getting is crap now. And if you don’t mind - well, lucky you. I got into GOT because of the engaging characters. You’ve seen so many shows with throne-stealing, incest, sex, dragons - but never one this good. Oh well, I guess it’ll be just the books for me. 

[geekprincess26]

If the Silence Takes You, Then I Hope It Takes Me Too: Chapter 1

This fic is based on a summary prompt written by @lydiia-martins for @eliamartvll.  I owe both of these wonderful ladies a debt of gratitude for both their permission to write a full-fledged story based on the prompt and their willingness to provide feedback on it.  Therefore, it is my pleasure to dedicate this story to them. :-) Without further ado:

Anke hadn’t meant to do it.

She hadn’t meant to poison the Queen in the North.

She’d only intended to give Queen Sansa enough of the blue winterberries to send her into an unbreakable sleep for a night and a day, so that the big blond kneeler lord would leave Winterfell and not steal her.  Kneeler women, unlike their counterparts among the Free Folk, were not wont to fight back when their men stole them at the feasts the kneelers held after their binding ceremonies.  Why, Tormund Giantsbane himself had said that the Queen Sansa had had a binding ceremony with that monster Ramsay Bolton, whom any Free Folk woman would have gutted like a fish rather than allow him to steal her.  But Queen Sansa had not fought the Bolton monster, and instead she had suffered cruelly for it.

So if Queen Sansa had not fought the Bolton creature, she would likely not fight any man to whom she was bound.  Granted, such a man must first win his permission for the binding from the Queen’s cousin and heir, Lord Jon Snow.  And Lord Jon clearly did not want to give that permission.  Instead, he groused and growled worse than a hungry bear whenever a young lord visited Winterfell to seek the young Queen’s hand in marriage.  That always vexed the Queen, who on such occasions seemed concerned with ensuring that her cousin did not challenge the young lords to fight than she seemed pleased to speak to any of the lords herself, or to dance with them at feasts.  It was clear to anyone with eyes that Queen Sansa would rather fight them off herself than be bound to them, but she was after all a kneeler, and kneelers did have the strangest ideas about pretending to like other kneelers, even they would have loved nothing more than to fight them or drive them away.  Even Lord Jon, whom Anke would have loved to see fight off those other kneeler lords, would always give in when the Queen asked him to keep from fighting anybody, although according to Tormund, he would give in only because it was the Queen who had asked, and no one else.  

Anke herself, who had taken up permanent residence in Winterfell as she finished her apprenticeship with Murron, the aging Free Folk healer, had seen ample evidence to prove Tormund’s point.  For one thing, Anke had passed by the council chambers on her way to the healers’ quarters from gathering herbs and roots outside prior to several of the kneeler lords’ visits and had witnessed the effectiveness of Queen Sansa’s persuasions herself.  Sometimes she asked in that sweet voice of hers that had managed to charm even Anke’s ornery clan, and sometimes she yelled at him with her blue eyes flashing fiercely, but he capitulated every time.  For another thing, Tormund would sometimes return from council meetings to report that the Queen had managed to talk the Lord Jon into changing his mind or at least listening to her about some matter or another about which even Tormund and Lord Davos, Lord Jon’s best friend, had despaired of moving the man’s stubborn resolve.  Anke had heard some of Winterfell’s more loose-tongued servants whispering that it was as if the Queen had bewitched Lord Jon, and had snorted when she’d heard it.  True bewitchment took hard work, much patience, and just the right potions, and while the Queen had shown the utmost respect for the Free Folk way of life, she would never have engaged one of them to help her bewitch anybody.

But if the Queen Sansa had managed to soften the brooding lord’s harsher edges, Lord Jon himself had done much to boost her confidence and that of the kneeler lords in her ability to be an effective ruler.  After the war against the Walkers had ended and Lord Jon’s strange, dragon-riding aunt had gone back to rule the south, Lord Jon had not only refused to go with her, but had been the first of the kneeler lords to kneel before his cousin and proclaim her queen when the council had met to settle the matter of who would rule the North.  He had promptly directed his fiercest glare toward those few lords who had hesitated on account of the Queen’s being a woman.

“Do you wish to forsake your oaths to House Stark?” he had growled while glaring at some lord named Cerwyn.  He had looked as though he might grab the young lord by the scruff of his neck at any moment, and the other man had shrunk back under the Lord Jon’s withering glare.  “Lady Sansa Stark is its trueborn heir.  She ruled the North in my absence before, and she ruled it well.  Let any man who believes she did not step out of this room and go home a coward.”

After that, all the lords had knelt at once to proclaim Lady Sansa as their queen, and before long, even those who had been reluctant to support her had been won over by her fairness, her generosity, and her dedication to rebuilding the shattered strongholds of the North.  Night after night she had remained for long hours in the council chamber or the solar, reviewing letters and petitions and supply lists, often with the Lord Jon at her side.  Morning after morning, she had awakened early to distribute bread to the orphaned children in Winterfell who had lost their parents in the war, or to take sword lessons from the Lord Jon, or to supervise the rebuilding and expansion of Winterfell.  She never hesitated to perform her duties, but when Lord Jon was at her side, she seemed calmer without fail, and much more apt to smile and even joke with the people she encountered.  The tension that normally tightened her body like a bowstring when surrounded by men all but disappeared.  And when on occasion she rode out to visit one or another of the castles being rebuilt on her orders, the Lord Jon would always ride out at her side.  He even accompanied her when she visited the godswood, and she would suffer no other to do so.  

Anke had witnessed them on more than one such foray while she had been and gathering roots and herbs from the bushes by the side of the path they had traveled.  She had moved as silently as a shadow, so they had never noticed her, but she had certainly noticed the ease of their conversation, the merriment in the queen’s laugh, and the abundance of Lord Jon’s usually rare smiles.  On some occasions, such as the last time Anke had been in the godswood with them, they had gone into the forest’s relative seclusion to discuss some particularly weighty issue.  The Queen had been particularly upset that day, and her voice had risen and trembled during their entire journey to the spring where Lord Jon was often wont to sharpen his sword, although Anke had been unable to make out her words.  When the two had finally reached the spring, the queen had begun to wipe at her cheeks, and Anke had realized she must be crying.  Lord Jon had taken her into his arms at once, and Anke, upon drawing nearer, had seen his face gentle as it never had before, and heard him speaking in a low voice as one hand rubbed the queen’s back in soothing circles.  Eventually the queen had raised her head from his shoulder and nodded at whatever he was saying, and he had rubbed what must have been another tear from her cheek before leaning over and pressing his lips to her forehead.  She had offered him a small smile, and he had kissed her cheek before releasing her and offering her his arm.  Anke had had to scurry behind the bushes to keep them from seeing her as they left the clearing.  They had swept to within a foot or two of her as they had departed, and Anke had seen clearly the tender look the Lord Jon had given his cousin when her eyes had been turned away from his.  It was the look of a man besotted by the beauty of his woman, and Anke had half thought he would try to steal her then and there, before she had remembered that he and the queen were, after all, kneelers.  She sniggered to herself after the two were safely out of earshot.  No wonder Lord Jon hated it so much when the other kneeler lords paid their visits to Winterfell.

In the days after that particular excursion, however, Anke had begun to think that the young queen might change her mind about binding ceremonies if she could have one with the Lord Jon.  She had smiled more readily and swept about the castle as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulders, and Anke had even witnessed her laughing at one or more of Tormund’s absurd jokes.

However, Queen Sansa’s happiness had not been dimmed by the arrival of yet another kneeler lord, which made Anke question whether she had read the other woman aright at all.  This vexed her, for she was, after all, a Free Folk healer, trained in the art of reading the eyes and expressions of the afflicted whose wounds or illnesses had rendered them unable to speak.  No, Tormund had reported that the queen had taken more calmly than usual her council’s reminder at its meeting the night before the new lord’s arrival that the sooner she married a good lord and produced heirs, the more secure the northern kneelers’ kingdom would be.  She had, in fact, all but ignored Lord Jon’s customary bout of growling upon the subject.  And after the meeting, she had swept about the castle ordering the preparations for the new lord’s arrival with upturned lips and an air that Anke could only describe as merry.

Merry she was before the lord’s arrival, and merrily she greeted him.  Anke could forgive her for the manner of her greeting, for the young man was tall, broad, and fair, with a head full of flowing golden locks and a smile to match the queen’s own.  Anke herself would have been tempted by him, had he not been a kneeler.  Furthermore, she had heard it said that the queen had dreamed as a child of marrying just such a man.

However, the longer the welcome feast went on in the great hall, the less Anke liked the new lord.  He laughed and talked and heaped countless courtesies upon Queen Sansa whenever she was looking at him; but his speech, when not dedicated to flattering the queen scandalously, revolved almost entirely around himself and his kingdom’s affairs.  He seemed to take no particular interest in Winterfell, where, after all, he would have to live were he to wed Queen Sansa.  And when the queen was training her attentions elsewhere, his gaze wandered a little too often to various other young women in attendance and lingered a bit too long to be considered innocent even among the Free Folk, let alone a gathering of kneelers.  So when he finally swept the young queen into the middle of the hall for a dance, and then refused to let go of her for another two sets, Anke could not blame Lord Jon for glowering at the man over his mead goblet.  She only wondered that the queen remained smiling and serene throughout the rest of the evening, especially considering that she usually only danced every other set, and usually no more than two dances with the same man.

Anke’s scowl as she swept back to the healers’ chambers that night almost rivaled Lord Jon’s.  Whether or not he would ask Queen Sansa’s permission to steal her after that strange kneeler fashion was his own affair; but she had always thought the queen more intelligent than to be taken in, and so quickly, by a flatterer with a wandering eye that any Free Folk wife worth her salt would have carved out had she been unlucky enough to be bound to him.

The following morning, on her way into the forest to gather more supplies, Anke walked past the fencing grounds, where she saw the golden-haired kneeler lord sparring with one of his bannermen.  Queen Sansa passed through the yard just then, and Anke noticed that she walked more slowly than usual, as if lost in thought or even daydreaming.  Her eyes softened as they fluttered past the two men at their swordplay, and Anke rolled her eyes.

As soon as the queen was out of earshot, the kneeler lord disarmed his bannerman and tossed his sword to his squire.  The bannerman tilted his head in the direction Queen Sansa had just gone.

“Not a bad eyeful,” he remarked, “to give up naming your sons Harwood for, if you’ll have to name them ‘Stark.’”

His lord produced a look that was more leer than grin.

“Not a bad handful, either, I’d say,” he replied.  “Or two hands full, more like.”  His companion guffawed, and the lord shrugged.  “And cockful to boot.  Bunch of nice, tight cockfuls, by the look of her.”

This time they both burst out laughing.  Anke turned away and swept through the yards in disgust.  If the other woman insisted on losing her wits all of a sudden, that was her own affair; but neither the North nor kind Queen Sansa, momentary idiocy notwithstanding, deserved to be suffer from the rule of such a revolting lout, and Anke knew just the means to prevent it.

Not two hours later, Anke had pounded several dozen blue winterberries into a pulp and added the remaining ingredients needed to form a draught that would put Queen Sansa to sleep for a night and a day.  She hesitated a moment before she poured it into a flask, then for several more after the final course of dinner had been served before she pulled aside the serving girl tasked in charge of the royal table’s drinks and instructed her to see that the healing potion for Queen Sansa’s headache be mixed thoroughly with her wine.  Anke stuttered at first, so that the serving girl had to ask her to repeat herself; but in the end the instructions were given and the medicine passed off and poured into the queen’s goblet just as Anke had wished.

Not half an hour later, Anke saw Queen Sansa yawning and speaking into the Lord Jon’s ear.  He nodded and said something back before she shook her head and swept off in the company of her maidservants.  Anke’s lips turned up in a thin smile.

However, that smile left Anke’s face when the queen and her servants were almost back to her apartments, for it was then that the young woman began coughing and clutching her throat.  Anke had kept at a distance as she had followed them through the halls, but even from her vantage point she could see the color draining rapidly from Queen Sansa’s face.  She watched in horror as that same gentle face took on a sickly purplish hue.  

“Anke!  Anke!”  One of the maidservants was frantically pulling her arm, and Anke broke out of her brief trance and leaped to Queen Sansa’s side.  The maidservants had loosened her corsets, and one was slapping her on the face and rubbing her back, but the queen responded only with sharp gasps that shook her whole body as red spots began to appear in her wide-open eyes.  Anke sank to the ground and touched the young queen’s neck, wrists, and chest in rapid succession.  Beneath the skin of each, she felt a weak and wildly skipping heartbeat.

Anke stopped short in terror.  Any of the young queen’s symptoms by itself would have indicated some type of poisoning, but all of them appearing at once could only mean one thing.

“Get her to her room!” she shouted at the maidservants.  “Gently!  And set her on her back!”

They hastened to obey her, and Anke dashed through the hallways as though all the White Walkers from the war were after her.  Fortunately, the healers’ quarters were not terribly far from the queen’s, and even more fortunately, Murron was in the quarters stirring a cauldron of blackberry stew.  Next to the cauldron stood Anke’s own workbench, and when she opened her mouth to call out the older healer’s name, nothing came out, for what she saw confirmed her worst fears.  Instead of plucking blue winterberries for the queen’s sleeping draught, she had picked several bunches of deadly white winterberries, which budded in a nearly identical shade of blue to their harmless cousins and only turned white upon maturity.  Anke could feel her own face going white as the berries as Murron turned to face her.

“The Queen,” she finally managed to gasp.  “It’s – she’s had white winterberries – Murron – help – ”

The older woman’s eyes widened.  With a swiftness that belied her age, she grabbed her oak walking stick, which was resting against the opposite wall, and hobbled over to one of the workbenches next to the cauldron.  She pulled several pieces of dried red spruce bark out of one of the drawers and handed them to Anke, whose hands were shaking.

“How much?” she asked, and Anke told her.  The old woman’s eyes widened further, and she yanked open another drawer and pulled out three bunches of herbs.

“You are sure?” she asked.  Anke, who had just turned toward the door, whirled back around to face the other woman and nodded.  Her lower lip began to tremble, which would have shamed her at any other time.

“I – the juice is there,” she stuttered, pointing to her work table, where a few of the berries she had discarded still sat.  One of the first lessons she had learned when Murron had begun teaching her about poisons was that brewing the antidote to a berry-based poison could be made much simpler if one were to add a single drop of the poison’s source.  Murron narrowed her eyes into slits, which Anke knew meant the normally placid woman would boil over along with the cauldron of blackberry stew if she did not receive an explanation.  She stammered out her own as quickly as she could.  The older healer eyed her sharply for a moment and then brought her cane around in a whistling crack over Anke’s head.

“Get you to the queen’s quarters next moment,” she cried, and her shrill voice drowned out Anke’s startled shriek.  “And best pray the Old Gods and her Seven alike be with her, or the Lord Jon kills you before I do!”

Shaking, Anke dashed out of the healers’ quarters and down the hall.  She prayed the entire way to the queen’s quarters, which was just as well, for she arrived to find the younger woman’s bed surrounded by agitated maidservants.  One or two were weeping; the others were undressing the queen and wiping her brow and rubbing fingers, which were now turning the color of bruises along with the her face.  Anke pushed her way past them all and informed them as firmly as she could that Murron was already brewing an antidote and would be on her way shortly.  She shredded a piece of red spruce bark as fast as her shaking fingers would allow her to do and began filling Queen Sansa’s mouth with the splinters.  It would be best, she knew, if the queen could chew and swallow them, for then their full virtue would be released into her blood, and, while red spruce bark would not cure her, it would help to slow the spread of the poison.

But the queen’s throat had very nearly closed, and no amount of coaxing the girl, whose bloodshot eyes were blinking without any recognition of what was in front of them, could get her to chew.  Therefore, the best Anke could do was to put several splinters of bark into the younger woman’s mouth and close her lips around each other.  She could feel the gaze of every maidservant in the room on her as she silently begged the gods to open the queen’s throat even a little bit.

Perhaps a minute later, the queen’s eyes fluttered open, and her throat relaxed a little.  Anke immediately released her lips, and a very shallow breath escaped from them.  She managed to get the queen to chew and swallow a couple of the splinters before her eyes closed again and she let out another gasp.  Anke swore aloud and reached to shut the queen’s lips around the bark again, but she was interrupted by the slam of the door against the wall.  She turned around to face Lord Jon Snow, whose face was as pale as his cousin’s was purple.

“Sansa!” he cried, and as he leaped to her bedside, the maidservants parted around him as fast as they could.  Anke herself shuffled quickly to her left to make room for the young lord, who collapsed to his knees beside the bed.  He seized her right hand with both of his, and when he turned to face Anke, his eyes were wide with horror.

“What in the bloody hell happened to her?” he demanded, and though his face was white, his gray eyes had taken on the hue of molten steel.  Anke drew back in spite of herself.  Those were the eyes of the fiercest swordsman in the North, the eyes of the dragon rider ready to unleash his full fury on whoever had harmed the Lady of Winterfell.

Anke gulped, but she was, after all, a woman of the Free Folk and no coward.  She raised her chin and told Lord Jon that the queen had ingested white winterberry poison by accident.

“I am to blame, my lord,” she said.  “I made a mistake when mixing a draught for her.  I am feeding her pine bark to slow the poison’s spread until Murron arrives with the antidote.  She will be here the moment she has mixed it.”

The color in the young lord’s face turned from white to red in a matter of moments.  Anke did not know whether he would strike her or beg her to heal the queen sooner, and perhaps he did not know himself.  Nor would either of them find out, for just then the door slammed back against the wall once again, and Murron burst into the room with a steaming flask in her hand.  She hobbled over to the bed at once, knocking Anke aside with one knee as she did so, and slowly poured the liquid into Queen Sansa’s mouth.  Lord Jon’s eyes widened, and his grip on his cousin’s hand tightened.  He blinked several times in rapid succession, and his jaw clenched.

The entire room froze as Murron finished feeding the queen her antidote.  The young woman blinked a few times but did nothing else, and Anke had only to look at Murron’s face as she felt the queen’s wrists, neck, and chest that nothing else had changed.

Murron turned to face Lord Jon, and as she did so, the fire reflected the glimmer of fear in her eyes.  Anke hoped to the gods that the young man could not see it.

“My lord,” the old healer said stiffly, “I have given her the strongest antidote I have, and no more will help her.  Best keep her as comfortable as you can now.  She will either wake between now and the morn, or she will die.”

Lord Jon snapped his head forward in acknowledgement, and his jaw clenched even tighter.  Murron nodded in return and swept away from the queen’s bedside.  As she did so, she reached down and hauled Anke up by the collar of her dress.  

“And you – ” she muttered.  “You be lucky if the Lord Jon not order your death by sunrise.”

But Lord Jon gave only one more order that night.  Anke had not quite reached the threshold of the queen’s door when the sudden boom of his voice, raised to a cracking shout, nearly caused her to trip and fall on her face.

“Out!” he cried.  “Everyone OUT!”

The maidservants, who had frozen to a woman, now scurried out of the bedchamber like so many rats.  Anke risked one look over her shoulder at Lord Jon’s stricken face before the door slammed shut behind them.  The gray fire in his eyes had diminished to barely lit embers; the mighty dragon warrior had deflated into helpless despair.

Anke did not know when Murron released her.  She barely felt the chill of the stone at her back as she slumped against the corridor wall and shook like a weeping child.

[therevolutionhasbegun]

'The Queen's Justice' Reaction Post

Okay so this is way, way, WAY late, but I just did not have any inspiration for writing last week, at all. Now I'm sitting here, bored, at work, and the motivation to type this up has finally hit me. So, why not? XD

I'm sure everyone who wanted to see this episode has already seen it by now, but I'm still gonna put the bulk of this post under the cut anyways cause it will be long, I'm sure.

1. Davos/Missandei/Naath  Davos, Missandei was born in Naath, but never actually lived there because of being sold into slavery *rolls eyes at his lack of tact*

2. Tyrion thinks of Sansa I thought it was really sweet how Tyrion still cares about Sansa enough to inquire about her well-being and to admire her intelligence and inner strength

3. I Wonder if the Dragons Recognized Jon This sounds kind of silly, but I am genuinely curious if Daenerys's dragons will recognize the Targaryen blood in him

4. Varys/Melisandre I really didn't understand their exchange at all, and after watching this episode about three more times, I still don't. What was up with Varys's animosity towards Melisandre? He barely knows her, right? Unless his birds are still whispering things to him. I hope we find out eventually what that side conversation was all about, because it sure went over my head, completely.

5. Jon/Daenerys I was very, very impressed with the interactions between Jon and Daenerys. It panned out exactly how I expected it to be: Neither exactly trusting one another yet willing to work together somewhat amicably to resolve their individual problems. I was hoping that they wouldn't be best buds right away, but not clawing at each other's throats either. D&D did a good job with this one, and of course the actors as well. Now I'm just a little irritated with Jon for not bending the knee--Dany very willingly and generously worked with him to mine the dragon glass. Why can't he compromise and give her what she wants in return? I'm sure she has already proven to him that she is not going to be an evil, crazy dictator like Cersei is. Yes, she wants the North to be within her power too, but I think that is only reasonable...meanwhile I am sure she would still allow Jon and the other northerners a reasonable amount of free reign on what they do and how they live.

6. Theon I'm relieved Theon is alive. I was wondering where he was going to end up. Of course, I now know after seeing the most recent episode, so there is really no point in typing out my original theories.

7. Cersei/Ellaria/Tyene I had been waiting with sick anticipation to see what exactly Cersei was going to do with Ellaria and Tyene. I was suspecting some type of torture/death/imprisonment, and I was not disappointed. I would have never guess that Cersei would ultimately kill Tyene the way Ellaria killed Myrcella, but I thought it was ingeniously clever. Of course my heart goes out to both of the Sands --- especially Ellaria --- but I still admire Cersei's scheming in a dark and twisted way. I kept hearing that Euron was going to be comparable to Ramsay this season, but so far, I ultimately think Cersei has been worse than Euron, and I am loving every single minute of it.

8. Jaime/Cersei It was nice to see, in the middle of a dramatic and emotional episode, a moment of intimacy, even if it was that of incest. We don't often get to see tenderness between the siblings anymore, and it was a nice change of pace.

9. Sansa/Littlefinger In general, I am pissed off whenever Littlefinger tries to talk to Sansa, because I know he is trying to manipulate her. So far, she has shut him down every single time, which makes me feel extremely relieved. However, the advice that he gave Sansa this episode actually makes a shred of sense and isn't sinister or ulterior-motive-like in any way. It is incredibly smart to view every situation from all possible perspectives and angles and plan accordingly. It's called keeping an open mind. There is a fine line though --- don't become so paranoid that you are a detriment to yourself. But so far, Sansa has proven to be extremely level-headed and logical. I'm both pleased and proud. :)

10. Sansa/Bran Bran was infuriating in this episode. I was so happy to see him back at Winterfell and reunited with Sansa (although I was hoping for Arya instead), but he was so emotionless that it was really disappointing. Of course, we now know why he is the way he is. But there was still no excusing him from bringing up Sansa's horrifying rape --- of all nights he could have mentioned, he landed on that one. My heart went out to Sansa in that scene.

11. Olenna Tyrell Saving the best moment of the episode for last, of course. Although I'm sad to see such a valuable and well-liked character leave, her exit scene was amazing. Olenna always made sure she had the last word, and her death was no different. I certainly felt bad for Jaime -- I feel like his character has become more and more emotionally fragile as the series has progressed, and Joffrey's crimes were not his fault. But Olenna showing the Lannisters up, particularly Cersei, was a beautiful moment, and definitely stole the show.