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madamebaggio · 4 years

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EVERYDAY DISCOVERING SOMETHING BRAND NEW - JonSa Modern AU

Summary: Jon and Sansa have been leaving together for seven months and they're great friends.

Best friends.

Even if Jon is completely in love with her. Not that he's about to tell her. He isn't.

Then Ed Sheeran came and ruined Jon's life.

Or: Sansa loves "Shape of You", Jon just loves her shape.

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Notes: This is a one-shot, that can also be found here.

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Jon Snow was a simple guy; he didn’t need much to be content. He loved his job, his apartment, his dog and the friends he had.

He was perfectly happy to stay home and watch a movie or football, but he was also fine with meeting his friends on a pub for a pint.

Probably this simplicity was the reason for Jon’s calm. Now, he was no pushover, but he was the type of man that acted with calm and restrain on most situations. Jon’s self-control was legendary. He never started a fight, and he didn’t encourage them. He was the guy asking everyone to calm the fuck down.

However, Jon felt like his self-control was close to over and done with.

The reason?

Sansa Fucking Stark.

Now, on his normal days, Jon could take a deep breath and explain the story calmly: he was best friends with Sansa’s older brother; Robb. He practically grew up inside the Stark’s house, and he had a great relationship with the younger kids as well.

Not Sansa, though.

She’d been aloof even as a little girl. By the time she hit high school, she was way to cool to hang around most guys, especially awkward loners like Jon. She was a bit of a bitch back then, but it was okay. Jon had been annoyingly emo during those years and Bran had been half vegetarian. Things are weird during high school.

After he moved from Winterfell he didn’t expect to see Sansa all that much. She’d moved to King’s Landing to pursue a life of glamour and Jon was -as stated before -a simple person.

He kept in touch with Robb, Bran and Arya, and time passed.

Then, one day, he was talking to Robb about his flatmate Sam, who’d married and left him all alone with rent.

That was when Robb had uttered the fatidic words; “You’re looking for a flatmate? Would you live with Sansa?”

Apparently, she’d had some kind of problem in the South and was moving away from it.

(It took Jon three months, but eventually he managed to get the story from her, and it took all of his self-control not to go South and kill Joffrey.)

At the time Jon had been unable to say “no”. It was Sansa, Robb’s precious little sister. Sure, they’d never been close when they were young, but he could remember the sweet girl that would occasionally ask him to play with her and her Barbies, or steal her a lemon cake from the kitchen, because he could reach the counter and she couldn’t.

Of course, he’d said “yes”, even though he was a bit fearful of this arrangement.

At the beginning, it was… Hard. Sansa wasn’t the girl he remembered; she was quieter, closed off, even a bit scared.

Even though she was his flatmate and they shared every single bill, she acted like she was a guest around the apartment; asking permission to do everything, even painting the walls of her own room.

Jon learned he had to be careful with her. Some days, when he was really tired from work, and she’d come around asking if she could use the blender, he almost wanted to snap at her and say of course she could, she lived there!

But he could see it in her eyes: she was scared that this was exactly what he’d do. Because that was what she’d been living with: an abusive person. She was healing, and Jon snapping at her over something like that, just because he was tired, would be the worst thing possible. So Jon was patient and calm with her until she started to feel more and more comfortable.

Which brings Jon back to his quickly fraying self-control.

After seven months living together -yes, seven months – they’d become friends. Very good friends, actually. They had rituals -footballs matches with beer and Chinese food every Thursday. They talked about anything and everything. Sansa teased Jon about his glasses and he teased her about her strange fixation with unicorns. She cuddled and spoiled Ghost so much, the huge dog was starting to think he was a lap dog.

He’d stopped cringing when he saw a tampon box and started making her hot chocolate when she was on her period -she had terrible cramps. She fixed the buttons of his shirts, and mended that one ancient t-shirt he insisted on keeping around.

They cooked dinner together, watched tv together, went grocery shopping together… They were nauseatingly domestic -Theon’s words.

And some might ask, “What’s wrong with that?”

Well, many things, actually.

And it wasn’t the tampons or the unicorns, or even the dozen coats by the entrance door. Nope. It was the dancing. And the shorts.

Mostly the shorts.

The thing was: once Sansa became more comfortable around the house, he’d see her humming and singing along songs that were in her head. Then she started dancing.

And Sansa Stark didn’t do silly, half-assed dances. Oh no. Even her little dances around the houses were…

Jon would rather not think about the word. It’d only make it worse.

Then, there were the shorts. Sansa had a bunch of those. They were really short shorts. Or maybe her legs were just that long.

And the combination of shorts and dancing?

Yes, Jon was in trouble.

If it was only that -the fact that she was too hot to handle -maybe Jon’s self-control would be fine; but it wasn’t. Sansa was whip smart, amazingly kind and sweet. She had a secret dorky side that was cute as hell. Her smile could light up the room and Jon was helpless every time he saw it.

He as fucking whipped.

The thing was… This was Sansa; Robb’s precious little sister. She was also his flatmate and friend. He might be crazy about her -not just the shorts and the dancing, but her -but some things weren’t meant to be and he was fine with that.

He was.

Really.

Ed Sheeran ruined his life.

Well… Actually, Jon wasn’t so sure about that. He had a love-hate relationship with that fucking song and how much Sansa loved it.

Pros: Sansa dancing to it.

Cons: Sansa dancing to it.

There were no winners on this. Much less Jon himself.

Sure, perhaps he was being over dramatic, but it’d been weeks! He just wanted to find Ed Sheeran and punch him for that song.

Or maybe give him a hug.

Jon was still deciding.

“Hey, Jon.”

He smiled when he saw Sansa sitting on the couch, painting her toe nails electric blue; Ghost was dutifully guarding her from his position on the floor. Then Jon noticed the shorts. Those were the purple denim ones; they had silver stars on the back pockets.

He was going straight to hell.

“Hey, San.”

“Listen…” She paused to check her work, before turning fully to him. “Marge is giving a barbecue on Saturday. Do you wanna come?”

Jon groaned. Margaery’s idea of barbecue involved copious amounts of alcohol, a DJ and -likely -the police eventually coming to end it.

He was way too old for this.

“I know.” Sansa giggled upon seeing his face. “I know it’s not your thing, but Harry’s going to be there and I’d appreciate the help.”

Harry was a wanker that Margaery had introduced to Sansa, in hopes they’d date. Jon had secretly hoped the whole time they wouldn’t.

They hadn’t, but apparently Harry hadn’t gotten the message that Sansa wasn’t interested, because the prick always tried to corner her when they were in the same place.

“So now I’m your body-guard?” Jon grinned at her.

“Jon, please!” Sansa whined. “I want to go, but he’s so annoying…”

“Ok, ok.” Jon surrendered -he already knew he would. “I’ll go.”

Sansa squealed in delight.

It was just a barbecue. What was the worst it could happen?

xXx

Good Lord, Margaery Tyrell was fucking insane!

That sure as fuck wasn’t a barbecue. It was a rave!

There was a DJ alright. ON A STAGE! There was also a bonfire -in the middle of the day -and a lot of alcohol.

No barbecue was to be seen there.

Jon had stuck around Sansa -probably looking like a lost puppy or a stupid boyfriend.

Harry Hardyng was as idiotic as his name suggested, and he’d tried to talk to Sansa more than once. She’d tried everything to get rid of him; from being polite to just plain telling him to fuck off, but it still took Jon and Margaery interfering for the guy to finally get a clue.

After that Jon managed to enjoy himself a bit, mostly because he got to dance a bit with Sansa.

He’d had a few beers, so he was relaxed and happy as they got a taxi to go home. Sansa, however, had drunk a bit more than he had. She was a mass of giggles and was stumbling around a bit, until they finally got to their apartment.

“I’m gonna hate that DJ forever.” She proclaimed dramatically, kicking her shoes off and dropping her jacket on the couch, before sitting down.

Ghost came out from whatever he was and jumped on the couch -which he was forbidden of doing -and dropped his front legs on Sansa’s lap.

Jon chuckled. She’d been complaining about the poor sod for the last hour. He’d dared to play some strange remix of her beloved song, and Sansa couldn’t get over his insolence.

Jon tried not to let her see his amusement, or she’d be a very Unhappy Drunken Sansa and he liked Happy Drunken Sansa. She was adorable.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Jon offered easily.

Sansa snorted. “Not that bad? Jon, ‘Shape of You’ is a masterpiece! You can’t touch a masterpiece!”

Jon considered saying it was an exaggeration to call that song a masterpiece, but he let this one go, for the sake of their friendship.

“I couldn’t even dance to that.” She was still ranting about it, pouting as she petted Ghost. “The rhythm was all wrong.”

Jon couldn’t hold back his snort at that, because she’d complained about it, but she’d danced anyway. “Couldn’t dance?”

“Not properly.” She insisted.

“You should send him a formal complaint by e-mail.” He teased.

She narrowed her eyes, like she was trying to figure out if he was making fun of her. “Maybe I will.” She told him defiantly.

“Tomorrow.” Jon suggested with a grin. “Now you should go to sleep.”

“No way!” She got up suddenly and grabbed her bag, pulling her mobile out. “I’m not sleeping until I listen the real song!”

Jon sighed. It wasn’t actually late; they’d spent the afternoon there and decided to leave as it got dark, but Sansa had been yawing -drinking sometimes made her sleepy -so he had -foolishly -assumed she’d want to go to bed.

Apparently sleep wasn’t an option when someone disgraced an Ed Sheeran’s song.

She put her mobile on the dock on their mantle, and the familiar beat was playing on the speakers seconds after.

That was Jon’s cue to leave. She was wearing the jeans shorts -the one with fraying ends -and her hair was on a braid, and… Well, Jon was just a guy pathetically in love with a girl.

He had his limits.

“Well, enjoy yourself.” He mumbled, already preparing to leave.

“No!” She grabbed his hand. “Dance with me.”

“Sansa…” Jon groaned, but he let her pull him closer -he was an idiot. “You know I don’t dance.”

“You do.” She insisted. “You danced with me today.”

He kinda had, but he’d mostly stayed by her side moving awkwardly.

This was different. She was pulling him by the shirt and they were almost chest to chest. She was singing along the lyrics, putting Jon’s hand on her waist, her forehead leaning against his.

Jon wasn’t sure if this was Hell or Heaven.

It kind of felt like one of those dreams he had, where Sansa told him she was in love with him, then when they kissed Ned and Robb would appear with shotguns.

He’d had this one a few times, actually.

However, her hands were on his shoulders, and she was moving with the music, and Jon was pretty sure this was, in reality, Heaven.

He wasn’t a dancer, by any measure, but even he could pull some moves every once in a while. He twirled Sansa around -she let out a delighted gasp -then pulled her back to him.

This time, when she came, she didn’t let any space between them. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her whole body against his. And by her whole body, Jon meant all of it; even her hips were flush against his, their legs kind of tangled as they kept moving.

Jon would probably have to move her, or she was going to feel the effect she had on him, and this would be awkward and she wouldn’t talk to him anymore and…

He felt her nose gently brushing against his, and he looked at her just to see that her eyes were already prepared to lock on his. They were basically the same height, so it was terribly easy to get lost on her blue eyes.

“Jon?” She called so softly it was almost lost to the music.

“Yes?” He asked, his throat dry, his voice husky.

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” She asked, her breath fanning against his mouth.

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He’d been so damn controlled this whole time, but her words broke the dam.

So sure, maybe he should’ve reflected a bit more about the request, but the words had barely left her lips and he was kissing her, like he’d been dreaming of for the last months.

It actually felt like he’d waited an eternity for this moment.

He let one of his hands sink into her glorious hair, like he’d been longing to do for a while now. It felt like silk between his fingers and he wanted to undo her braid and muss her hair up.

However, he also wanted to keep kissing her forever. Jon felt her fingers also grasping his hair and he growled into her mouth. She apparently enjoyed the sound, because she kissed him even harder.

He felt dizzy with the way she bit his lips, and the way she smelled, and her sweet moans against his mouth.

It was a torture to stop it, but he had to.

As much as he’d love to stay there, kissing her forever, he needed to be sure. He needed to know this wasn’t just a drunk escaped, that she wouldn’t regret it in the morning.

He wanted to know if she wanted him the same way he did her.

“Sansa, wait.” He stopped her, pushing her away gently.

The look in her eyes, her red lips, almost made him regret it immediately, but he wanted them to be sure, he wanted them to be on the same page.

“What?” She asked, completely confused.

“Why…” He started, then stopped and tried again. “When… How did we…”

Sansa looked like she was trying not to laugh at his discomfort. “Do you have a question?” She teased.

“I just… Never expected that you would… Want to…”

“Kiss you?” She touched his chin gently. “Because I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.”

“You have?” Jon should feel ashamed of how needy he sounded right now, but he couldn’t. Not when she was smiling like that.

“I have.” She assured him.

Jon noticed -finally -that his arms were still around her, and she was still so entwined to him. He didn’t want to put space between them, so he didn’t.

“I’ve thought about it every time you were sweet to me, every time you kissed my forehead before going to sleep, all those times you got me chocolate because I was feeling bad…” She rested her forehead against his. “I wanted to kiss you every time you smiled at me, and those times you hugged me…” She grinned at him. “And every time you were shirtless. Though… I’m pretty sure I didn’t want just to kiss you then…”

“Sansa…” Jon groaned.

“Licking was probably more what I had in…”

Jon cut her off with a kiss.

When they parted again Sansa was breathless and her face was red and Jon had never seen a more beautiful thing in his life.

“So…” Sansa took a deep breath. “We’re good?”

If they were good? Jon was fucking floating.

“We’re good.” He told her gently, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “We’re great.”

“So you were really looking at my arse all those times I was dancing.” She teased.

“You…”

“I’m not blind, Jon.” She rolled her eyes.

“It wasn’t just that.” He felt he needed to reassure her.

“I know.” She dropped a quick kiss to his lips. “I know it’s not.”

“So…”

“So…” She dragged the word playfully.

“Kissing?” He offered easily.

“To start.” She agreed. “Later we can talk about the licking.”

Jon groaned before kissing her again.

He should send Ed Sheeran a fruit basket or something.

Best song ever.

#madame baggio #fanfiction #posted on ao3 #modern au #game of thrones #Sansa Stark #jon snow #sansa stark x jon snow #jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #images not mine

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phantomstatistician · 4 years

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ladystoneboobs · 4 months

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[Bran, to Theon:]“But you’re Father’s ward.” [Theon, to Bran:]“And now you and your brother are my wards. [...] You’ll tell them how you’ve yielded Winterfell to me, and command them to serve and obey their new lord as they did the old.” -Bran VI, aCoK “He[Ramsay] is a great hunter,” said Wyman Manderly, “and women are his favorite prey. He strips them naked and sets them loose in the woods. They have a half day’s start before he sets out after them with hounds and horns. From time to time some wench escapes and lives to tell the tale. Most are less fortunate. When Ramsay catches them he rapes them, flays them, feeds their corpses to his dogs, and brings their skins back to the Dreadfort as trophies. If they have given him good sport, he slits their throats before he skins them. Elsewise, t’other way around.” -Davos IV, aDwD [Roose, to Theon, about Ramsay's mother:]"[...]I was hunting a fox along the Weeping Water when I chanced upon a mill and saw a young woman washing clothes in the stream. The old miller had gotten himself a new young wife, a girl not half his age. She was a tall, willowy creature, very healthy-looking. Long legs and small firm breasts, like two ripe plums. Pretty, in a common sort of way. The moment that I set eyes on her I wanted her. Such was my due. [...] This miller’s marriage had been performed without my leave or knowledge. The man had cheated me. So I had him hanged, and claimed my rights beneath the tree where he was swaying. If truth be told, the wench was hardly worth the rope. The fox escaped as well, and on our way back to the Dreadfort my favorite courser came up lame, so all in all it was a dismal day." -Reek(/Theon) III, aDwD

something something the way theon tries to rectify his childhood trauma by taking his captor's place as lord of wf and taking ned's younger sons as his "wards"/hostages, while ramsay repeatedly reenacts different versions of his own conception by hunting and raping peasant women. except theon fails in his role reversal when (unlike him in his own captivity at wf) bran and rickon escape custody. and ramsay enhances roose's "dismal day" by killing all the women he catches to prevent any more bolton bastards and further punishing those of them who fail to give him "good sport" (which his mother apparently did not give roose) while those who do satisfy him are "honored" with a quick death (and a canine namesake). and then the consequences of theon's failure to replace his captor/cold noerthern father figure include losing wf to house bolton and becoming the new "reek"/another of ramsay's dogs. (meaning he made himself ramsay's prey but gave him "good sport" in the experience)

ramsay starts out as deceptive dark trickster figure/evil adviser/devil on theon's shoulder in clash but he's also a dark mirror of theon, and a more successful one at that, not just better suited to villainy but more able to get away with his crimes. neither will ever be truly accepted by their fathers but ramsay is made heir once he's the only son while theon is rejected as such despite his better birth. ramsay profits from the alleged kinslaying of his actual brother by blood, while theon is more openly condemned (and seen as still not punished enough) for (falsely) killing stark boys who were never his actual kin. it's almost as if ramsay is an evil force who came into being to find theon and was drawn to him upon his return to the north. we first learn of the bastard of bolton's existence after theon returns to pyke and learns of his father's invasion plans, then his last hunt with the original reek just shortly precedes the ironborn attacks, all so that he's captured and waiting in wf right in time for theon's real plan to go into action, and we don't actually meet (disguised) ramsay in-person through dialogue with rodrik cassell or any other northerner but only when theon arrives as the new lord to free him from the dungeon. as the first reek may have corrupted ramsay, ramsay-as-reek corrupts theon. reek belongs to ramsay and ramsay belongs to reek.

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reidandweep · 5 years

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Stranger or Stark?

Theon Greyjoy x Stark! Reader (female)

A/N- I have really enjoyed Game of Thrones so far this season and episode 2 just gave me some really good ideas. So here it is. My first Theon imagine.

Word Count- 3712 words

Warnings- Angst, mentions of murder, castration, and other gory GOT stuff. Spoilers for ep.2?

PART 2

Dead. That is what many thought she was. After the execution of her father, Ned Stark, Y/N had been kidnapped. Taken whilst her family were weak and grieving. Expected by many to have never be seen again. Whilst her siblings had faced their trials and troubles, so had she. Escaping the hands of her capturer’s, surviving alone on her travels, killing when necessary; Y/N was now on her way back home. Having heard from a young man in an inn between Kings landing and Winterfell that her half-brother, Jon Snow, was raising an army. An army to defeat the White Walkers. It did not take her long to travel home.

Arriving into Winterfell felt as though she was meeting an old friend. One who had changed; who had seen twisted things. The air felt tense. People scattered around building armour and weapons. Working together to get ready for the impending battle.

People had heard of the infamous Kytestone. But many had failed to meet them. More specifically, meet Y/N. Taking on an alias, so no one could use Y/N for a way to the throne. Her alias had been heard across the kingdoms. Excellent with a sword. No remorse with her kills, but for what she stole had always ended in the hands of the right person. The ones who needed it the most.

Jon had heard tales of Kytestone during days in the Nightwatch. Sansa hearing stories from guards whilst under the torture of Ramsay. The Hound had recounted tales to Arya, on days where life seemed simpler. Tales of Kytestone and how they were not after the throne, the Starks, the Lannister’s, or the Targaryen’s, but for the wars to be over. For the kingdoms to be at peace. To arrive back home.

She had changed drastically since leaving. Y/N were no long a naïve 15-year-old girl. she had seen blood-shed and violence. Some from herself and from others. Her once (Y/H/C) short hair had now become long. Just like her mothers. Becoming a master swordsman. Learning her craft along your travels, from the friends she had made along.

Whilst some foes were made on the way, friends were made also. For many Starks, Theon Greyjoy was walking the thin line between friend and foe. ForY/N, the label of friend could be questioned as something more. Having grown up next to the man, she had admired his ability and charm. While at times his arrogance would take over, she was always there to reel him back in. The relationship that they held was one of trust and respect. He was two years older than her. Experience in areas she was not. Broken in areas she was as well. They found solace in each other. A bond, unlike any other. That was all broken when word had gotten to her of his betrayal to Robb and the House of Stark. She did not know the Theon that would do such a thing.

Walking through the town, Y/N kept a watchful eye on those surrounding her. Keeping the hood over her head, she manoeuvred stealthily through the courts. Her aim was the castle, where she only hoped someone from her family would be. Approaching the east wing, she walked straight for the guards who monitored the doors.

“I demand to see a member of the Stark household. I have urgent matters to discuss.”

The guards looked at the women in front of them. The hood of her cloak still raised over her head.

Standing up straight, the guards towered over the woman.

“Listen her lady, Winter is coming. The Starks have no time for that little problem of yours.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N unsheathed the sword from its holster, holding it to the neck of one of the guards.

“Well the last time I was here, I vaguely remember that threatening to kill a worker of the castle would lead me to jury. Jury of those in ruling, If I’m correct?”

Not even a second after her words, the second guard had grabbed her sword. Shoving her hands behind her back, he passes her weapon to the former soldier in which she threatened to kill. Pushing her forwards through the east wing doors and to the required location.

Swerving and winding through the halls, she takes a look at the guard holding her sword. A small smirk taking over her features.

“Didn’t expect you to still be a man of the castle Richard.”

The guard was shocked to say the least.

As they continued on to their path, they came to a halt at the door. Quickly turning her to face him, Richard passes her sword to the guard holding her hostage. He leans towards Y/N’s face.

“How do you know my name?” he seethed.

The woman looked into the soldier’s eyes. The smirk never once leaving her face.

“I never forget a face or a name. Especially a man who has served the castle for as long as you have. Do you still make that pie every Thursday night? You did always make it better than the cooks.”

Recognition and shock took over his features. Without giving a chance to respond, the guard holding her arms pushed Y/N through the doors. Closing as Richard stood in his space. Not believing to see the young Stark alive.

At the sound of the door slamming open and closed, the gaggle of eyes laid onto the guard and his prisoner. Pushing her head further down, keeping her face mostly covered, but still allowing herself to see, Y/N moved forward.

At the head of the room she could see her brother, Jon Snow, sitting to the left of some woman. She knew who she was. The Khaleesi. Mother of all Dragons. She knew more than people knew. She knew of all and none knew of her.

To the left of the Khaleesi was her sister, Sansa. Arya standing to the side, close to their siblings but also to the soldiers. Y/N smiled. She always knew Arya was strong.

Between Arya and her sister sat Bran. His face expressionless and his body rigid in his chair.

“My Queen. I am sorry to interrupt. But this woman just threatened to kill a soldier at the entrance of the East wing.”

Jon urged the guard to continue.

“She said she had urgent matters to discuss. She said something to Richard. Standing there, outside the doors, frozen in shock. Brought her straight here.”

All eyes were on her. She wasn’t one for a dramatic entrance, but she was a Stark after all.

“Bring her forward.” The Khaleesi demanded.

The guard pushed her forward, until she was at the centre of the room.

“State who you are.”

Keeping her head low, Y/N gained eye contact with the Queen.

“My name is Kytestone, your majesty.”

The room erupted into quiet mumbles and chatter at the sound of her name. Nearly all had heard of her. But nearly none had seen her face.

Khaleesi kept Y/N’s gaze.

“And what is your reason for threatening the guards?” she questioned.

“As I said to them, your majesty, I have urgent matters to discuss with the head of the castle.”

Sansa looked towards Jon to see whether he would step forward or allow Daenerys to continue.

He sat in silence. Staring forward.

Daenerys cleared her throat.

“And what matters are so urgent that you had to threaten your way in? To risk being imprisoned at such a time like this?”

A smirk, once again taking over her face. Y/N’s eyes bored into the Khaleesi’s.

“The urgent matters I speak of is to tell the Starks…”

She raises her hands, pulling down her hood slowly.

Finally letting it fall, she speaks.

“That I am home.”

The sound of the room elevates. Shouts of confusion and surprise.

Y/N looks between her siblings. Seeing that they were all frozen in shock.

Turning to grab her sword out the hands of the guard, it glints in the light. Valerian steel.

She sheathes her weapon and turns back to the Queen.

“I am Y/N Stark, your majesty. I want to fight for Winterfell. For the House of Stark.”

She looks between her siblings. Acknowledging their shocked appearances. She bowed her head.

“If you’ll have me.”

At the sound of footsteps and chairs scraping, she lifts her gaze, only to be knocked onto her back by the forces of her sister’s bodies.

Laughter and cries of happiness fall from the trio. Holding each other as closely as possible.

Once the three of them had calmed down, Y/N pushed yourself up. Helping your younger siblings off the ground as well.

Turning to her right, Y/N saw her brother in front of her, waiting for a moment of his own.

“I thought you were dead.”

“Didn’t everyone?”

He shook his head.

Walking towards her, Jon pulled Y/N into a suffocating hug.

She eagerly reciprocated.

Letting go, Jon placed his hands on her shoulders, taking in her appearance.

“How did you survive? Last time we saw you, was just after...”

“After father was executed.”

Silence feel upon them, as so did the rest of the room.

For the first time since she had entered, Y/N looked among the faces in the room. She knew of the Red Wedding, of Cersei’s tirade, of Ramsay’s carnage. She knew all that had happened. More so than they did.

Walking past her sisters and Jon, she caught her gaze with Bran.

Kneeling down, she stared deep into his eyes.

“Throughout my travels there was one thing that was always with me. It followed me everywhere. Past Castle Black. Past Kingslanding. And back to Winterfell.”

Bran continued to stare.

“A raven. As dark as the night. With eyes as grey the symbol of our crest. Watching over me and never leaving.”

She leant forward, embracing Bran the same as she had the others.

Leaning so only they could here, she whispered.

“Thank you for watching over me Brandon. Thank you for showing me everything.”

For the first time in a while, his expression softened. That was all Y/N needed to know, that he was there.

Taking a step back she went to stand before her family.

“So, will you have me?”

Her siblings laughed, all feeling a part of something good for the first time in a long time.

“I believe discussions can be left till later. It seems that Jon can fill you in with the plan of action.”

At the sound of the Khaleesi’s voice, the siblings turned towards her.

“Everyone may proceed to leave. All of you rest. We need everyone as strong and ready as they can be. Ready for the inevitable.”

The room emptied out. Khaleesi following the herd and walking towards her chambers. All whom was left was the Stark siblings… and Theon.

The man had been situated amongst the crowd. Only having pledge support to the House of Stark a mere few hours ago, he had found himself unworthy to stand with those he once called family. Choosing to mix with the faces of fighters and knights.

Y/N had sensed he was there from the start. His presence was different. A man who was so cock sure, now so broken. Broken but willing to fight.

Her siblings could sense the tension between the two.

“Do you want him to leave? Because I will make him leave Y/N.”

She smiled at Arya’s words.

Shaking her head, she grabbed onto Arya and Sansa’s hands.

“Let me just have a moment with him alone. Then I will come find you both and we shall talk.”

Just as they were about the let go, Y/N grasped their hands tightly.

Tears prickling her eyes, she looked between all her siblings once more.

“I am sorry I did not come back sooner. I am sorry for all that you have all gone through. I should have been there. And I wasn’t.”

The four siblings basked in her words.

“You’re here now.” Sansa replied.

“You do not need to apologise” Arya continued.

Jon nudged Y/N’s shoulder.

“We’ve heard your stories. We know life for you wasn’t easy going either.”

She smiled faintly.

Looking at Bran’s direction, she watched as he wheeled his way forward.

“You came back. And that will prove to be beneficial.”

Y/N’s expression became serious.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She let go of their hands.

Opening her eyes, they held determination.

“Now If you will excuse us. I think I need to have words with Ser Greyjoy.”

Arya and Sansa nodded. Sansa grabbed Bran’s chair as the three headed towards the door.

Jon walked towards Theon and gripped his arm tightly.

Leaning close to his face, he whispered.

“You better not mess this up. No more chances if you do.”

For the first time since she arrived she heard his voice.

“I promise.”

Jon let go walking past the pair and towards the door.

It slammed closed with a deafening bang.

Her back was still towards him.

She had faced murders and rapists, kings and queens. But never did she think she would be facing Theon once more.

“You’re alive.”

She turned to face him.

Silence.

“Of course, I am. Did you expect me not to be?”

“I wasn’t sure.”

“Well then you underestimate my ability Ser Greyjoy.”

He stepped towards her.

“Do not call me that. Please.”

She laughed.

“What do you want me to call you instead?”

Silence.

“Would you like me to call you a traitor? A monster? A coward?”

As she spoke she stepped closer and closer, until their feet almost touched.

“What about a Eunech? Is that a better name for you?”

Theon licked his lips, letting out his breath of frustration.

“How do you know about that? What do you know?”

She leaned towards him, sneering in his face.

“I know everything. About anyone. About anything. I know it all.”

Theon shuffled in his space. His head angled to the floor. Sadness taking over his tone.

“I felt alone.”

Anger took over her emotions.

Pushing Theon with all her strength she began to raise her voice.

“Alone? You had us all there for you?”

He raised his voice back.

“I wanted to prove myself to my family.”

She pushed him again.

“We were your family and you betrayed us.”

“I was a prisoner.”

She pushed him harder.

“What prisoner is given chambers better than the King’s daughters? The finest clothes in the kingdom? Trained as well in combat as the future Kings of the North!”

Theon did not reply.

Her blood boiled. She pushed him. Again. And again. And again. Until his back hit the wall. Her frustrated grunts were released as she pounded on his chest continuously.

“You betrayed him! You betrayed us! Killed by the Lannister’s! Because you wanted the support and love from a father who did not give it to you!”

Theon had had enough of her punches. Grabbing her wrists, he flipped their positions, pushing her against the wall.

Y/N’s breathing was haggard. She knew she could fight him. But she chose not to. She was tired. Physically, mentally, and emotionally tired.

Encaging her wrist in his hands, Theon held them above her head. Both of them breathing heavily.

All that could be heard in the room was their breaths.

Leaning her head against the wall, Y/N allowed for her eyes to scan Theon’s face.

His hair, like hers, was longer than when they had last seen each other. His face littered with small scars; some barely noticeable unless one was to search for them. His eyes. His eyes had changed the most. The cockiness and arrogance of a 17-year-old Theon was now replaced by sadness and loss. But also, determination. His eyes blazed with blazed with the feeling. Through all that he had been through, she could not deny that he was still so handsome.

Biting on her lower lip, she catches his gaze.

It had been so long since he had seen her. 6 years of believing she was dead. Hoping that she had not received atrocities like he and her siblings had. But by looking at her face, and into her eyes, he could tell that she had faced challenges just as bad. She had grown into a beautiful and strong warrior. But she had always been beautiful to Theon.

Moving his right hand from her wrists, Theon cupped Y/N’s face. Stroking her left cheek with his thumb, he waited for her to move away. She didn’t. He took it as consent to continue the action.

Looking at the woman before him, tears began to fill his vision. Chocking back his breaths, Theon whispered.

“I am so sorry.”

Y/N exhaled a deep breath, standing in silence.

“I cannot say how sorry I am. For betraying Robb. For what happened to Sansa. For turning my back on the Starks.”

She bit on her lips, tears rolling down her cheeks as Theon wiped them away.

He continued.

“For not looking for you.”

He heaved out a sob.

“I should have looked for you. I should have left the moment I realised you were gone, and I should have searched for you. But I didn’t. And I can never expect you to forgive me for all the things I have done, and for all I have caused. But all I can ask for is for you to accept my apologies.”

He let go of her arms. Mimicking the hold of his right hand to his left, Theon cradled Y/N’s face in his grip. Not wanting to let go. In fear that she would disappear.

Silence.

“Can you please accept my apologies?”

Silence.

He tried once more.

“Plea-“

Before Theon could finish his final apology, his plea was halted by the pressure of lips upon his own.

Y/N hands travelled around Theon’s neck, entangling into his hair. Theon gripped her face, pulling his body closer to her own. Their lips moved against each other in a fight of desperation. 6 years of sadness, anger, lust, and so much more being poured into their first kiss.

As her lungs began to beg for air, Y/N pulled back. Leaning once more against the wall. Only this time, instead of her wrists being trapped by Theon’s hands, her body was trapped by his own. Still leaning his body against Y/N’s, Theon moved his hands to hold the woman’s waist.

Her own hands now rested on his chest, watching him as he too tried to regain his breath.

“This does not mean I forgive you, you know?”

Theon laughed.

“I know.”

Grabbing onto his robes, she pulled him even closer; to his surprise.

“I am also not the same girl as I was 6 years ago.”

“I am not the same boy either. We are both very different people. Yet we stayed alive and found each other.”

The woman scanned the Eunuch’s face. With her hands on his chest, she exuded her force into one more push; moving him away from the close proximity they had previously held.

Theon’s hands fell limp to his side in defeat. Watching as Y/N walked towards to door.

Stopping just before her hand would reach to open the door, Y/N turned back to Theon.

He waited.

“I have not forgiven you, and if I ever do it will take a long time to even build the smallest amount of trust.”

Theon bowed his head in acknowledgement.

The door opened. He waited to hear it close.

Silence.

“But if this is to be our last night, I would like to spend it amongst those I love. Friends, family, and all in between.”

Theon raised his head, keeping his emotions at bay. Trying not to grasp onto any hope.

“You can repay me by joining me tonight. For if we both survive this battle, then I shall consider forgiveness in the future.”

Theon face beamed with a smile, laughter spilling from his mouth. Y/N’s lips tugged up at the sound.

“Are you coming or not? Hurry before I change my mind.” She called.

Briskly walking towards the entrance, Theon held the door open for the Lady Stark; gaining a thank you in reply.

The pair walked down the halls in silence. Travelling down stairwells and through corridors until they arrived at the courtyard.

The sky now dark. The only sources of light radiating from the staffs lighted across the walls of the castle and the court yard.

Following the sounds of voices, they ventured to the pub, where they could hear Y/N’s sibling loud and clear.

Pulling up two chairs, Theon placed one next to Jon, and the other next to Arya. Sansa and Bran sitting across from the empty chairs. The duo sat down, quickly becoming encompassed into the discussion.

Y/N ignored the stares from her sisters, whilst Theon glanced towards Jon. Theon nodded his head to Jon, watching as a smile took over the man’s face. He had gained back his trust a short while after saving Sansa. Jon knew that Theon now had to gain back Y/N’s.

Slowly as the night drags on, her siblings depart. Wanting to spend their final nights with others also. Jon left to find Daenerys. Arya going to approach Gendry. Whilst Sansa and Bran left to find company in the friends they had made on their own travels.

For all whom was left at the table was Y/N and Theon. In silence they sat, dreading for what was to come.

The pair turned to each other, their eyes locked in an embrace.

Placing his cup down, Theon reached out and grasped Y/N’s hand. Holding it tightly in his grip.

Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed the back of her hand. Lowering them back to the table.

Squeezing his hand, she whispered.

“For the future?”

He replied just as quietly.

“For the future.”

With the Starks all now home, The battle’s begun. The battle for the Iron Throne. For so much they have lost, And so much they have gained. Due to the actions that many have shown. More blood will be shed, And more bodies will be slain, Some bodies of those of their own. For the price that is paid, To defeat the decayed. To end the story of the Game of Thrones.

To the last season of the Game of Thrones.

#theon greyjoy #game of thrones #game thrones #theon greyjoy imagine #theon greyjoy x reader #sansa stark #jon snow #arya stark #bran stark #daenerys targaryen #game of thrones imagine

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George R.R. Martin in Conversation with Eve L. Ewing in Chicago: Part 2

Martin and Ewing’s conversation dipped into everything from Martin’s love of travel to tv adaptation to the intricacies of the series itself.

On the Characters

I was pleased and honored when my question, about the soft skills of Sansa and her parallels and conflicts with Arya, was asked. “I hope they’re both realistic characters,” Martin said. “I’ve known people like both of them, and in some sense, I’m like both of them.” While Arya, he acknowledges is more popular than Sansa, they both have their fans, and that’s due to the range of women he’s able to write into his novels. He tries to make every character deeply and realistically gray, citing Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy as a strong influence. “Real history is full of stories about people who did something wonderful on Tuesday, and did something horrible on Thursday,” Martin said. He tries to make all of his characters complicated.

Martin doesn’t like to give any easy answers—he likes to make the reader wrestle with the questions instead. But he did provide an anecdotal answer when one audience member asked whether Ned and Robert were justified in overthrowing the Mad King. He participated in anti-Vietnam protests in Chicago in the ’60s. At the time, he believed our political system was right and that they could make change within it. Now, he’s pretty sure they did the right thing, but he has room to wonder: should they have been more radical? tried harder? “is violence ever justified to oppose evil in the world?” Certainly the Mad King was evil, and there was no way to remove him without force—but were they justified in all of their methods, especially considering they both had personal and emotional reasons to enter the fight?

Playing with Forms

Martin made it clear that he sees the HBO show and the book series as “two different mediums and two different ways of telling the same story”—they each have intrinsically different needs. For example, in the books, Theon disappears for a book before Reek comes in; not only would it be impossible to keep Reek’s identity secret on screen, but they also have an actor under contract who they can’t not show for a season. And on screen, you lose unreliable narration and point of view: the camera is objective, and so you can’t leave as much ambiguous or lean on a character missing something going on around her.

In Fire and Blood, Martin’s history nerd self had a good time playing with the forms of nonfiction. It’s written as an in-world fantasy 300 years after the events, and so “I could play with the whole concept of history, history being told by the winners, history being cleaned up or made politically correct,” he said.

On Travel & Happiness

Ewing asked how Martin balances the writing and the traveling of being an author. “How do I balance it? Badly, I think,” Martin laughed. Growing up in Bayonne, New Jersey, his dad a longshoreman often out of work and his mother a housewife and then factory worker, he lived on 1st Street and went to school on 5th, and those five blocks were his universe. But he would see these great ships going by adorned with the flags of the world, and he felt their pull.

When he went to college in Northwestern, he took the chance to see new cities whenever he could—“Every city was an adventure for me”—and with his success in the writing world, he accepted almost every invite to travel. “I said yes too much,” he said. Now, he has a staff for that, including his “vice president in charge of saying no,” who, he admitted, didn’t actually want him to go to Chicago.

The final question: “What is something that makes you happy?” He gushed over reading a book or tv show that grabs him so that he can’t stop reading or watching til it’s over; he mentioned Greek food in Chicago, green chile in New Mexico, and pizza in New York. While he doesn’t love writing, he does love the rush of finishing, although he gets it rather less nowadays. "When I used to write short stories,” Martin said, “I would get that rush every few weeks. Now, I get that rush about every eight years.”

Read Part 1 of the event recap here.

#george rr martin #a song of ice and fire #fire and blood #game of thrones #eve l. ewing #all mine #chicago humanities festival #book events

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You guys. Is Michelle wearing a KRAKEN on her arm?? I think she is! (Let the modern AU Theolyns ensue!)

#theolyn #theolyn thursday #theon greyjoy #catelyn stark #michelle fairley #happy theolyn thurs!#theolyn modern AU #inspiration

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I need to talk about GoT 8x02

My thoughts on Game of Thrones 8x02 (grab a glass of wine because it’s a fucking ride and a half)

This will be moved over to my new blog for nerd reviews, Sounds Like Nerds.

WARNING: THIS WILL BE VERY SPOILER-Y AND FULL OF SWEARING!

PLEASE, IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THIS EPISODE, DO NOT READ THE SPOILERS!

IT’S SO HARD TO STAY AWAY WHEN YOU’RE CURIOUS AS HELL, BUT PLEASE DON’T LOOK AT THESE SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE EPISODE!

SPOILERS WILL BE BELOW THE CUT, SO IF YOU DON’T TURN AWAY NOW, I CAN’T BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE SPOILERS YOU WILL SEE.

THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE.

ALRIGHT!

Let me be very clear that this episode brought about a slight meltdown for me. The little moments these characters had with one another broke me in half, and next week, I’ll be dead entirely. Resurrect me only to watch these episodes because life will mean nothing after “Avengers: Endgame” and GoT 8x03. I’m tired, dazed, very confused, and on the verge of a complete breakdown. While I still have some energy, here we fucking go.

That opening STILL gives me goosebumps after all these years, not gonna lie.

I lost my whole uterus when Daenerys stared down Jaime and was like, “yo, I always thought of how I would kill you. Here you are” (rough translation). I was like, “BiTcH nOoOoOoO”

ALSO, DAENERYS, HOW DARE YOU QUESTION TYRION! I FELT LIKE I WAS HALLUCINATING! Someone get me some water!

Sansa, a fucking goddess, the QUEEN IN THE NORTH, A RED WOLF. I DON’T GIVE A HOLY SHIT. I LOVE HER. I WANT HER IN MY LIFE FOREVER. TOUCH HER, AND I WILL BURN THE WHOLE WORLD TO THE GROUND!

“The things we do for love” -Jaime, 1x01

“The things we do for love” -Bran, 8x02

Me, during that scene:

Brienne standing up for Jaime the way she did is not helping my desperate need for them to get together. I’m trying to put OUT this fire, not add fuel to it, ffs.

When Sansa began speaking to Brienne after that, I was terrified that Sansa would be like “you vouch for him? You would fight beside him? Then you will suffer the same fate as him.” I was like, are they gonna get fed to the dragons? TaKe Me InStEaD!

Sansa giving Jaime a pass because of her respect for Brienne cleared my skin up, and I will breathe easier until I see Endgame on Thursday night. help.

LISTEN! Here’s my issue! Daenerys’ look at Sansa infuriated me when Sansa gave Jaime a pardon of sorts. Then, she’s like, “UH, JON! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THIS?!?!?!?!” like she’s just magically gonna get what she wants because they’re having………….the sex. Jon’s not gonna turn on his sister/cousin. I’m sorry, but don’t.

Bran just keeps staring at people. Just get that kid a blindfold, he’ll be less of a creep.

Me at Bran the ENTIRE episode:

Let me say this, I knew from the moment Arya did that little eyebrow lift at Gendry in the beginning of the episode, that they were gonna sex by the end of it. I’ve shipped it since they first met, and I will ship it until I die.

“It’s gonna be safer down in the crypt” -Gendry, totally oblivious to the little assassin Arya’s become.

“I know death. He’s got many faces. I look forward to seeing this one.” -Arya, giving me goosebumps while throwing dragonglass at a post. What a little fucking queen. Oh, God, take me away.

I lowkey want Arya to stare right into the face of the Night King, right into the face of death, and I just want her to say “not today” as a callback to season 1 and her training with Syrio Forel. Ugh. SHIT.

“Bran looks like a coconut” -my friend, 2k19

“At least Cersei won’t get to murder me” -Tyrion, giving me goosebumps because Bronn’s got that fucking crossbow of poetic justice, and I WILL NOT HAVE IT! TOUCH TYRION, AND I WILL RIOT!

Podrick has also gotten so much better with the sword, and I AM JUST SO PROUD!

“I’m not the fighter I used to be, but I’d be honored to serve under your command if you’ll have me” -Jaime, giving Brienne the credit she has always deserved, but that’s not even the best part. What happens later is what truly had me weeping.

I just want Jorah and Daenerys to kiss one time in a ship-fulfilling way. I just want him to be happy. I NEED him to be happy. Jorah fighting on behalf of Tyrion made me love him all the more, and if he dies, I WILL RIOT AGAIN!

The Sansa/Daenerys interaction had me quaking. I was literally sitting on the couch, head in my hands, shaking. I was both angry and relieved. While I’m upset they’re being pitted against one another, I’m relieved that they’re staying true to their characters. Sansa is true to her home and her people, Daenerys just wants to take what is rightfully hers (I mean, as we all know, it’s not TECHNICALLY hers *cough* Jon Snow). They’re both such headstrong women, and I hope they come together at some point. The women of this show would bring the entire population of Westeros to their knees.

Theon and Sansa reuniting had me in tears yet again. This episode was so fucking emotional for me, but I know that next week will break me even more.

“I want to fight for Winterfell, Lady Sansa, if you’ll have me” -Theon Greyjoy, reformed.

Those two have been through so much together (too much, really), and so much on their own. The fact that they are together again makes me so emotional. JUST KILL ME!

That little girl that Davos served made me cry AGAIN! He was reminded of Shireen. He wants to protect the little girl he couldn’t save.

Tormund TACKLING Jon like a quarterback was hilarious as shit in such a touching scene.

“The big woman still here?” -Tormund Giantsbane, the man who just wants some fuq

Seeing my favorite characters gathered around the command table made me shake with pure fucking fangirl excitement. It’s what I’ve wanted from the beginning.

“I took this castle from you. Let me defend you, now” -THEON GREYJOY oh my god, just bury me at this point with my collection of Marvel comics, my Star Wars pajamas, and my replica dragon eggs. Just put me to rest because I can’t. I cannot. I have been unable to can. No.

“We’re all going to die” -Tormund, putting it all out there like it’s no big deal. It’s a VERY BIG DEAL

Missandei and Greyworm having their little moment just drove home my fear that one of them is going to die before the end of the season, perhaps by the end of the next episode. WHEN YOU MAKE PROMISES IN THIS SHOW, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO KEEP THEM! YOU FUCKING FICTIONAL CHARACTERS SHOULD KNOW THIS!

Ghost just chilling in the background of that scene with Sam, Jon, and Edd is a whole 2019 mood. He gets no attention, barely any screen time, and others may not even notice him. But not us. Not us.

I’M BEING SO SUPER SERIOUS RIGHT NOW, IF SAMWELL TARLEY DIES, I WILL FUCK EVERYONE UP IN THE WORST POSSIBLE WAY! I SWEAR TO THE WHOLE UNIVERSE! SAM IS THE LAST GOOD, PURE, INNOCENT CHARACTER IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN WORLD, AND IF HE GOES DOWN, I’M GOING DOWN, TOO! I WILL HAVE A COMPLETE AND UTTER MELTDOWN, AND MY THERAPIST WILL BE GETTING A CALL AT 10:30 AT NIGHT! IF HE DIES, YOU’LL CATCH MY WHOLE ASS PICKETING IN A WALMART PARKING LOT, WEEPING.

*ahem*

sorry.

The scene with everyone around the fire was such an incredibly beautiful scene.

Also, Tyrion pouring Podrick a full cup when Brienne clearly said “HALF” is a wholeass mood.

I’m scared that the characters by the fire are the ones who are going to bite it in the next episode, and I’m not ready. I’m just gonna blackout.

TORMUND TELLING THE STORY OF HOW HE GOT THE NAME “GIANTSBANE” MADE ME CACKLE. A BEAM OF PURE LIGHT IN THIS SAD, TERRIBLE UNIVERSE! I’m still laughing.

Arya and Sandor drinking together. Leave me alone, I’m weak. I can’t talk about this right now. I’m too emotional about it still. One of these little shits is gonna die in the next episode, and I just cannot.

“I fought for you, didn’t I?” -Sandor Clegane, coming in at the last moment to rip the soul from my body. Thanks.

HeLp!

“I’m not spending my final hours with you two miserable old shits” -Arya, about to go get her freak on with Gendry ;)

When Arya started talking about Gendry’s experience with women, my friend and I both looked at each other, knowing exactly what the shit was gonna happen. It was gonna be weird, but it was gonna happen no matter what.

When Gendry finally admitted that he had been with three women, I was like, “Arya’s gonna say some smooth shit, like “want to add a fourth?”” but I was gonna be happy no matter what because these two are cute as shit together.

Me, when they were doing...the...sex:

Also me:

“Women can’t be knights” -Brienne, laying down some realness

AND THEN JAIME KNIGHTED HER, AND I CRIED LIKE A LITTLE BITCH! I TURNED INTO A PUDDLE ON THE FUCKING GROUND BECAUSE I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS MOMENT FOR SO LONG! BRIENNE DESERVED THAT TITLE MORE THAN ANYONE I’VE EVER KNOWN, AND THIS WAS SO INSPIRING TO WATCH!

I cried, babies cried, my dogs probably fucking cried.

“ARISE BRIENNE OF TARTH, A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS”

oh my HOLY ASS!

I’m crying for my giant baby right now.

LYANNA MORMONT BEING A BABY QUEEN!

“I pledged to fight for the North, and I will fight!” -Lyanna Mormont, a little beast.

I PLEDGED TO FIGHT FOR THESE CHARACTERS, AND I WILL FIGHT FOR HER!

Sam gifting Jorah his family’s sword just drove home my suspicion that they won’t see each other again because ONE OF THEM IS GONNA DIE! SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL BURN IT DOWN! I’M GONNA FUCKSTART MY TV NEXT WEEK, AND I’M GONNA THROW UP!

Jenny’s Song.

shit.

Jon telling Daenerys about his lineage had my heart POUNDING in my chest. I DO NOT want this to be a rivalry. I don’t want it. I do not...want it. Not at all. I want it a negative amount. None want. Will not support.

I’m not ready for next week.

I’m not ready for any of this.

I will never be ready!

MY LITTLE, GROWN UP BABIES ARE GOING TO DIE! I’VE WATCHED THIS SHOW FOR LONG ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT NOT EVERYONE IS MAKING IT OUT OF THIS SHIT ALIVE! I’M GONNA GO DOWN WITH WHOEVER DIES NEXT WEEK. I WILL BE BURIED WITH THEM, SO HELP ME ASS! I’M GONNA PUKE!

Honestly, this episode made me so fucking emotional. I think it sunk in that these characters I’ve been following for so many years through the books and show, are likely to meet their end so soon. I’m just having a hard time grasping this concept, and it started to sink in tonight. I’ve read these books since I was a young teen, and I started watching the show when it was coming out (against my father’s wishes). I’ve followed these stories for such a long time, and a lot is going to happen this week for me, between Endgame and this upcoming episode. I’m experiencing too many emotions, and my body may just decide to shut down altogether. Who knows?

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