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akkpipitphattana · 2 years

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sobbe eyewitness au 💛

i really need to get back to writing that, i am GOING to finish it i stg sjkdfsdjf it's such a good thing i waited to post anything bc everyone would hate me fr jsdsf anyways! we know the basic premise, it's just sobbe if they were to witness a triple homocide like philip and lukas did in eyewitness. it follows the same sort of plot, but there are some major changes obviously it fit better with robbe and sander as characters, but i think i did a pretty good job of making it work in my detailed outline at least ksjdhfsdf also the fic itself and all of the chapter titles are gonna be based on trouble by cage the elephant which is a song on the philkas playlist. my brain is gigantic ik.

anyways, i'll include a scene from the second part i have written/the first real chapter below <3

That afternoon, Robbe finds himself staring at the opened Instagram app on his phone as he lays on the couch with his headphones on. It takes him a minute before he gathers his courage, inhaling a breath as he makes his way to Senne’s account and opens his roommate’s following page.

His eyebrows furrow when he types in “Sander” and nothing comes up. He wonders at first if maybe Sander doesn’t have an Instagram, but then he figures he can just glance through Senne’s following page. It’s not like he follows a whole lot of people anyway.

It doesn’t take very long, because once he’s scrolled past the people they both follow, he stops when he sees the word oddity in a username. A small smile grows on his lips as he reads the name. Earthlingoddity. He’s not sure why, but it seems fitting for Sander.

The profile picture confirms the fact that it’s Sander’s account, and he can’t help but smile a bit at the sight. He doesn’t have a whole lot of posts, though the ones that he does have seem to follow a certain aesthetic. Even the captions are simple, most seeming like lyrics he doesn’t recognize.

The smile on his lips only grows as he scrolls through the posts. He stops on the most recent one, a picture of some spray cans with the caption “it’s time.”

Robbe bits down on his lower lip in contemplation, his thumb hovering over the heart at the bottom. He’s about to move his thumb away when someone hits his legs and he jumps, locking his phone and pulling his headphones off his ears quickly as he sits up.

Milan looks at him with amusement, his eyebrows raised as he looks at Robbe. “Jumpy, are we?” he asks playfully as he takes a seat where Robbe’s legs had just been.

Robbe rolls his eyes, moving his legs completely off the couch and leaning against the back of it as he looks toward Milan. “What?”

“Do you think he’s cute?” Milan asks simply, moving his phone in front of Robbe so he can see the screen.

Robbe gives him a confused look. “What do I care?”

Milan rolls his eyes. “Calling a guy cute isn’t gonna make you gay, Robbe,” he states, exasperated.

“I didn’t say it would. I’m just asking why I’m supposed to care,” Robbe counters.

Milan gives an offended scoff, pulling his phone back close to him. “Do you have no interest in my dating life?”

Robbe raises his eyebrows. “Do you have an interest in mine?”

“Of course I do! How is Noor?” Milan asks, lifting the hand not holding his phone under his chin as he looks at Robbe with interest.

Well, Robbe hadn’t been expecting that. He looks at Milan in surprise. “She’s… fine,” he offers simply.

“Great! Now, do you think he’s cute?” Milan repeats and brings his phone in front of Robbe again.

Robbe rolls his eyes, looking over the guy on the screen and giving a small shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah, I guess,” he offers, and he ignores the anxiety the admittance gives him.

Milan gives a small, contemplative hum as pulls his phone back toward himself, surveying the guy as well. “Do you think he’d—”

“Okay, Milan, can we be done?” Robbe cuts him off and Milan looks at him with a frown.

“Geez, you’re no fun. Fine, I’ll ask Zoë,” Milan states, almost grumpily as he gets up and disappears.

“Good,” Robbe states with a roll of his eyes as he moves to lay back down, letting out a soft sigh.

Robbe adjusts, placing his headphones back over his ears and picking up his phone again. His eyes go wide as he notices the notifications, sitting up on his elbows.

earthlingoddity started following you.

earthlingoddity liked your post.

And after about five more of those.

earthlingoddity sent you a message.

Robbe just stares at the notifications for a while, mouth slightly agape as he tries to figure out how Sander even found him anyway. However, after unlocking his phone, he realizes how. In his rush to lock his phone earlier, he’d accidentally liked Sander’s most recent post. Robbe’s other hand comes up to slap against his forehead and he gives an audible groan as he sinks further into the couch, wanting to disappear into it entirely.

Then he remembers that Sander had followed him. And liked a bunch of his posts. And sent him a message.

It’s the last one that makes Robbe sit up all the way again, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. He follows Sander back before he goes to his DMs, staring at the message but not clicking on it for a while.

Sander: Didn’t know you were a skater boy

Robbe can’t help but let out a soft laugh, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He finally clicks on the message, typing out one of his own.

Robbe: I am

Robbe: Didn’t know you were a photographer

Sander is typing almost immediately.

Sander: You knew I was an artist, didn’t you?

Robbe: Well, yeah, but not all artists are photographers

Sander: Fair point

Sander: Maybe I should photograph you sometime

Robbe feels the breath leave his body.

Robbe: Why would you wanna do that?

Sander: I like skateboarding, I like action shots

Sander: I also know the perfect model when I see them

Robbe bites down on his lower lip to keep himself from grinning, a small laugh managing to leave him despite it.

Robbe: Quite the flatterer, aren’t you?

Sander: Only when it’s true

Robbe once again resists the urge to grin, but this time his mouth betrays him as his teeth release his lip and his mouth stretches wide. Robbe thinks about what Moyo said earlier, about how hanging out with Sander could affect him. Then he thinks about the way hearing Sander’s laugh made him feel, and he types out his response before he can stop himself.

Robbe: When and where?

ask me about my wips!

#honestly i think rereading that scene helped reignite some inspo i had for that sdjfsdf #sobbe eyewitness au #my writing #asks #antania 💛#mine

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dontbipanicjonsa · 3 years

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A confusing clusterfuck of thoughts re: Jonsa

Or: why the fuck are Jon and Sansa so compatible if they're not canon, huh?

He saw the Wall shining like blue crystal, and his bastard brother Jon sleeping alone in a cold bed, his skin growing pale and hard as the memory of all warmth fled from him. - Bran III AGOT

So....Jon is going to lose memory of all warmth? I'm going to separate the changes brought about in post-resurrection!Jon here as changes caused by death and changes caused by Ghost. This post is only speculating about the changes caused by death i.e. loss of memory of all warmth.

More foreshadowing for that-

Chunks of coal burned in iron braziers at either end of the long room, but Jon found himself shivering. The chill was always with him here. In a few years he would forget what it felt like to be warm. - Jon III AGOT

"It was. The fort is in a sorry state, admittedly. You will restore it as best you can..." ... You'll sleep on stone, too exhausted to complain or plot, and soon you'll forget what it was like to be warm, but you might remember what it was to be a man. - Jon II ADWD

So, I did a word search for warm and memory and I found some interesting stuff. Read under the cut.

1. Home

Jon- warmth and memory of home

The memory of her laughter warmed him on the long ride north. - Jon II AGOT (thinking about Arya)

The weariness came on him suddenly... So cold, he thought, remembering the warm halls of Winterfell, where the hot waters ran through the walls like blood through a man's body. There was scant warmth to be found in Castle Black... - Jon III AGOT

...Iron Emmett was still urging on his charges in the yard. The song of steel on steel woke a hunger in Jon. It reminded him of warmer, simpler days, when he had been a boy at Winterfell matching blades with Robb under the watchful eye of Ser Rodrik Cassel. Ser Rodrik too had fallen, slain by Theon Turncloak... All my memories are poisoned. - Jon VI ADWD

The warmth took some of the ache from his muscles and made him think of Winterfell's muddy pools, steaming and bubbling in the godswood. Winterfell, he thought. Theon left it burned and broken, but I could restore it.-Jon XII ASOS

So, these are the memories of warmth he'll lose? This warmth, that he associates with Winterfell (and the Starks), is the first memory of warmth Jon has.

Dany- memory of home

The door loomed before her, the red door, so close, so close, the hall was a blur around her, the cold receding behind... and all that lived and breathed fled in terror from the shadow of her wings. She could smell home, she could see it, there, just beyond that door, green fields and great stone houses and arms to keep her warm, there. She threw open the door.

"… the dragon …" - Daenerys IX AGOT

Home? The word made her feel sad. Ser Jorah had his Bear Island, but what was home to her? A few tales, names recited as solemnly as the words of a prayer, the fading memory of a red door … was Vaes Dothrak to be her home forever? - Daenerys VI AGOT

..."What shall we talk of?"

"Home," said Dany. "Naath. Butterflies and brothers. Tell me of the things that make you happy, the things that make you giggle, all your sweetest memories. Remind me that there is still good in the world."

Missandei did her best. She was still talking when Dany finally fell to sleep, to dream queer, half-formed dreams of smoke and fire. - Daenerys VIII ADWD

Dany's idea of 'home' changes over the course of the books. In the beginning she uses home for Illyrio's house, or the house with the red door. She very clearly doesn't think of Westeros as her home. After Viserys's death however, there's a sudden shift. Now, Westeros is her long lost home that she must return to someday. It's jarring. Interestingly enough, she pretty clearly rejects the idea of Dothraki khalasars as home, and the only time she calls Meereen home is in her last chapter of ADWD where she's trying to convince herself to return there. But we know that she ultimately rejects that too, in the same chapter.

Sansa- memory of home

Snow was falling on the Eyrie.

Outside the flakes drifted down as soft and silent as memory. Was this what woke me? Already the snowfall lay thick... The sight took Sansa back to cold nights long ago, in the long summer of her childhood. - Sansa VII ASOS

Last of all came the Royces, Lord Nestor and Bronze Yohn... Though his hair was grey and his face lined, Lord Yohn still looked as though he could break most younger men like twigs in those huge gnarled hands. His seamed and solemn face brought back all of Sansa's memories of his time at Winterfell. - Alayne I AFFC

She missed Septa Mordane, and even more Jeyne Poole, her truest friend... She tried not to think of them too often, yet sometimes the memories came unbidden, and then it was hard to hold back the tears. Once in a while, Sansa even missed her sister. By now Arya was safe back in Winterfell... - Sansa II ACOK

Arya coz why not

"Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.… Sansa is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you …" - Arya II AGOT

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes. - Arya II AFFC

Again, all this (and much more) is stuff that reminds Sansa (and Arya) of home. This is, presumably, shit that Jon is gonna forget. Or maybe he'll retain the memories and only lose the emotions (warmth) associated with it?

2. Suitors or romantic/sexual partners (+Ben Plumm)

Jon

Many a night he lay with Ygritte warm beside him,... - Jon V ASOS

So, Ygritte becomes his second memory of warmth.

When he turned he saw Ygritte.

...cloaked in darkness and in memory. The light of the moon was in her hair, her red hair kissed by fire. When he saw that, Jon's heart leapt into his mouth. "Ygritte," he said.

"Lord Snow." The voice was Melisandre's.

Surprise made him recoil from her. "Lady Melisandre." He took a step backwards. "I mistook you for someone else." At night all robes are grey. - Jon VI ADWD

AT NIGHT ALL ROBES ARE GREY...yea I know, this is a well established connection between the Girl in Grey and Ygritte. Since Jon associates Ygritte with warmth so strongly, I think it's safe to assume that the Girl in Grey might play a role in warming him too (hehe).

… one hears queer talk of dragons."

"Would that we had one here. A dragon might warm things up a bit."

"My lord jests. You will forgive me if I do not laugh. We Braavosi are descended from those who fled Valyria and the wroth of its dragonlords. We do not jape of dragons." - Jon IX ADWD

Yikes.

Dany

"If my queen commands," he (Jorah) said, curt and cold.

Dany was warm enough for both of them. "She does," she said. "She commands...

When he was gone, Dany threw herself down on her pillows beside her dragons. She had not meant to be so sharp with Ser Jorah, but his endless suspicion had finally woken her dragon. - Daenerys IV ASOS

So, here the warmth is because of anger (woken the dragon).

Dany could feel the warmth of his fingers. He was warm in Qarth as well, she recalled, until the day he had no more use for me. She rose to her feet. "Come," she said, and Xaro followed her through the pillars... - Daenerys III ADWD

She remembered Ben's face the last time she had seen it. It was a warm face, a face I trusted... Even the dragons had been fond of old Brown Ben, who liked to boast that he had a drop of dragon blood himself. Three treasons will you know. Once for gold and once for blood and once for love. Was Plumm the third treason, or the second? And what did that make Ser Jorah, her gruff old bear? Would she never have a friend that she could trust?- Daenerys VI ADWD

This is twice that Dany associates warmth with people who use/betray her.

"You're hurt," she gasped.

"This?" Daario touched his temple. "A crossbowman tried to put a quarrel through my eye, but I outrode it. I was hurrying home to my queen, to bask in the warmth of her smile." He shook his sleeve, spattering red droplets. - Daenerys VI ADWD

Dawn always came too soon.

...If only she had the power, she would have made their nights go on forever, but the best that she could do was stay awake to try and savor every last sweet moment before daybreak turned them into no more than fading memories....

Dany wrapped her arms around her captain and pressed herself against his back. She drank in the scent of him, savoring the warmth of his flesh, the feel of his skin against her own. Remember, she told herself. Remember how he felt. - Daenerys VII ADWD

Ok, I forgot how smitten Dany was with Daario. It would be cute if Daario wasn't so horrifying. Girl has some seriously questionable taste.

Interestingly, the phrase 'fading memory' is used four times in the text (as far as I can find) and three of those times are in Daenerys's POV. One is in the above quote, where she's commanding herself to remember her time with Daario before her marriage to Hizdahr, and the other time is while thinking about the red door. Both these are memories that are important to her, that connect her to the hopeful/little/not-dark girl she once was.

Sansa

Gently, he spoke of Braavos, and met a wall of sullen courtesy as icy and unyielding as the Wall he had walked once in the north. - Tyrion VIII ASOS

"I am composing a new song, you should know. A song so sweet and sad it will melt even your frozen heart. 'The Roadside Rose,' I mean to call it. About a baseborn girl so beautiful she bewitched every man who laid eyes upon her." - Sansa VII ASOS

"Alayne." Her aunt's singer stood over her. "Sweet Alayne. I am Marillion. I saw you come in from the rain. The night is chill and wet. Let me warm you." - Sansa VI ASOS

You must be very cold. Let me warm you, Sansa. Take off those gloves, give me your hands." - Sansa VII ASOS

Yea no. Sansa has not had a good experience with people offering to warm her (unfreeze her? melt her?)

Looks like in TWOW there's going to be two people in desperate need of some warming.

It's pretty neat actually. Jon associates memories of warmth with two things primarily: Winterfell/the Starks, and Ygritte. Sansa is both a Stark, and a much (much) improved Ygritte.

Sansa's iciness-wall-armour is a form of protection that she employs against predatory men. The only person who can melt her frozen heart...is someone who is not predatory. Someone who cares for her. Jon.

It fits perfectly. They fit perfectly.

#actually jonsa #jonsa #jonsa meta #book jonsa

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lucidpantone · 2 years

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You probably already know this and it's probably not worth mentioning it either but I'm.........is just.......ok gonna explain......one of the intern writers on wtfock was at an event I was and we got to talk and omg..... the actual Sander past was......pfff gonna try to explain it......Sander had feeling for his Mikael that was actually a friend from an art class they went together at some point (that's how they meet) and Mikael has also feelings for him is intense (first love) and they kinda behave as "a couple" but they're teenagers so neither of them do more about it or take it to serious then, Sander is also attracted to a girl that was friends with both of them (Mikael does not like her much for obvious reasons but still they hangout) from that art class/course thingy + on Mikael side his feelings tours Sander are against his believes, at the same time Sander gets diagnosed with bipolarity so he starts to isolate himself from everyone, Mikael also gets on a really bad space for similar reasons as any Mikael on the skam universe and kills himself, Sander gets his first really bad maniac episode as a result and stays on a psychiatrist hospital to get treated, the girl who was involved in this isn't on a good place either and doesn't know what to do so any of them talk again...now Bel! Yousef was also friends with Bel!Mikael and the girl but from childhood! and he didn't get to know Sander he just kinda knows about him after the incident with Mikael, on the present time, the girl comes back just to visit family or something and she reunites with Sander but Sander doesn't say anything to Robbe but Robbe gets to know about her when Younes talks about seeing them together randomly in front of Robbe so he gets suspicious and starts to ask questions, slowly gets to know about Mikael so he gets kinda jealous of this girl but also worried about the whole Mikael situation and how is gonna affect Sander now since he's been going out with friends without him often lately and Sander has been avoiding to talk about it....now I don't know how they were planning on explaining all this and or fix it and combine it with the whole S5 but they were actually planing a heavy second plot storyline for them but seeing S4 and S5 don't know if they could actually pull it off so don't know what's worst.

Hmmmm am not sure how much of this is head canon from the writer and how much of it would have actually happened.Primarily because bel!mikael was casted. So why would they do that if they just needed some extra for like pictures or whatever. I know the role was tiny so maybe he was just casted for past pictures or something. I know that Robbe did get jealous in the original plot. I thought it was more so because mikael reappeared but I could see it being a friend as well. From an extra that was part of the original 3 week s5 shot I gathered that Sander hid or wasn't telling Robbe the whole truth about the past because an extra said they saw a clip being filmed in which Sander notices Robbe a little off and Sander assures him not to worry. I was told that in original s5 sobbe is still very much in love. That didnt change from original s5 to on screen s5. That they still radiate all their sobbe love vibes. I have a question what do you mean by this" "Mikael has also feelings for him is intense (first love) and they kinda behave as "a couple" but they're teenagers so neither of them do more about it or take it to serious then". When you say they behave as a couple but didnt do anything about it? Do you mean they hooked up but it wasnt a public relationship like everything was behind closed doors and closeted? Also I feel like this is way to much plot to fit into s5. No way they could do this entire plot and yasmina because they could barely do yasmina justice imagine them trying to fit this into the story as well. Almost sounds like what espana did with lucas and honestly i hated that plot. In a way am happy they didnt try to touch sobbe because they probably would have fucked it up. I am happy that in my mind they will always remain super happy and madly in love. Also does the intern writer still work at sputnik or did she move on? Also did she tell you her thoughts on the mess that was s4? I dont blame her entirely because honestly the s4 season making process sounds like a clusterfuck of bad decisions. What a total mess......

#wtfock

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asprettyasyourown · 3 years

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How/Where do you think Jon and Arya will meet again? And how/where do you think Dany and Arya will meet?

Honestly, I can’t see Arya and Jon meeting anywhere else other than Winterfell. It would be such a satisfying “conclusion” to this aspect of their storyline. For Arya, both Winterfell AND Jon have been associated with home. She has tried since day one to return to either of them, and to see her do both at the same time would be so lovely. And Jon too, who has struggled for so long with his desire to have Winterfell (feeding his rivalry with Robb and his conflict with his status as a bastard) and Arya (contradicting his position as a member of the Night’s Watch, who have no family), would then get both at the same time. I know GRRM doesn’t like to hand things on a silver platter, and that “Be careful what you wish for” is a massive theme in the series, but come on. You can’t tell me they had it easy, and that they didn’t fight for it.

Now how and when is a little trickier.

Unfortunately, it won’t happen before a loooong time. Arya has a long way to go before leaving Essos, let alone reach Winterfell. She still needs to:

Tie the story with the FM (including a “training” with the courtesans/the Black Pearl, and of course leaving them);

Deal with the wildlings women and children that are stranded in Braavos now that the Sealord captured the ship (= slavers) that intended to sell them;

As I’ve mentioned before, I very much see the Iron Bank being involved in her storyline, so there’s that to deal with as well;

Meet Dany (I’ll go back to this later);

Go back to Westeros;

Deal with the Riverlands, the Brotherhoods Without Banners and, most importantly, Lady Stoneheart;

Reconnect with Nymeria.

And all that doesn’t even take into account what GRRM could throw in her way on top of all of this. That’s a lot. And since Arya will definitively not see Jon anywhere outside of the North, it could only happen after she resolved all those things.

Jon too has a lot on his plate. He first needs to be resurrected (duh). He also needs to deal with the traitors who stabbed him and his future in the Night’s Watch. If you omit the whole murder thing (kinda hard to tbh), there is still the fact he broke his vows for Arya. He was already set to leave before he died. And since his last thoughts were about Arya, and we know the dead who get resurrected focus on their last conscious thoughts, his resolve to get her back will not be lessened.

Honestly, I think he’s done with the NW. I think he’s gonna do what he intended to before dying, aka kill Ramsay and get “Arya” back, whether by allying with Stannis or at the head of his own wildling army. I don’t know if he’s gonna become King in the North like in GoT, but he’s definitively going to be considered for the role; and since Bran, the legitimate heir, is still alive and will one day return to Winterfell, this could be the catalyst for the tension between these two George planned in his original draft. Not to mention the tensions it would create with the other northern lords, who would not see with a kind eye a bastard allied with the wildlings (enemies of the North for generations) and Stannis; or those who simply won’t appreciate a king not as malleable as a child (side-eye to the Manderlys).

(Oh, and there is also the matter with fArya and Theon. I’m going on a limb here, but I doubt he’s gonna be happy to learn that what he thought was his precious “sister” is really an impostor (though he might be happy to know the real Arya didn’t get what Jeyne had to endure). Or that she’s bringing along the guy who betrayed the Starks and supposedly killed Bran and Rickon. His first reaction definitively won’t be good, though it will probably soften once he learns what happened to them and how Ramsay is the real culprit. But I’m not anticipating much benevolence from him, especially since he’s in dark mode now).

So yeah. Lots of issues to be resolved before they can be reunited, and that’s without counting on the threat of the Others or what other characters might do. Honestly, I’m anticipating a reunion between the end of TWOW and the beginning of ADOS. On one hand, I think it would be more impactful in TWOW; most specifically, the last act of either Jon or Arya’s chapters. It would be a nice conclusion for the both of them, before the Others mess everything up. But I’m also aware that all the issues I’ve previously mentioned might not be resolved in one book, and that it might spill on the second one.

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Now Dany.

Honestly, it’s kinda hard to be sure of how they’re gonna meet. They will, that’s a certainty. There is so much hints, since the first book really. Remember this?

This time the monsters did not frighten her. They seemed almost old friends. [Arya, IV, AGOT]

Which is exactly how I’m anticipating their relationship. At first, things are going to be tense, especially on Dany’s side who has been fed lies about the Starks and their role in her exile (and who could blame her). So there’s definitively room for Arya to be frightened. But once she gets Dany to see her side to the story, and her vision of the events become more balanced, they’ll become fast-friends. They have so much in common, it’s impossible for them not to.

But, once again, the details of how they’re gonna meet is blurry. Arya will need to at least be done with the FM. And Dany... Dany has a lot on her plate too. She’s gonna need to deal with the khalasar she hears at the end of ADWD, and a possible confrontation (alliance?) with the Dothraki. She will also need to end the plot in Meereen (aka choose between “fixing” its whole culture or do what she always intended to, return to Westeros and seize back the Iron Throne). Of course, we know she’s gonna choose the latter - but a bunch of things can happen between that, and with them time passing.

At this point, Arya and Dany are very far away, each at one extremity of Essos. For them to have a chance to meet, I anticipate that Dany will end things with Meereen at the same time Arya closes the storyline with the FM (maybe even before, so Dany could already be on the road towards Braavos). Now is the tricky part. I have two theories on how they will meet: through the lost Wildlings and through the Iron Bank.

The lost Wildlings

We know the wildlings women and children in Braavos were “freed” when the Sealord seized the ship carrying them. Unfortunately, others were not so lucky.

“I know why the Sealord seized the Goodheart. She was carrying slaves. Hundreds of slaves, women and children, roped together in her hold.” Braavos had been founded by escaped slaves, and the slave trade was forbidden here. “I know where the slaves came from. They were wildlings from Westeros, from a place called Hardhome. An old ruined place, accursed.” Old Nan had told her tales of Hardhome, back at Winterfell when she had still been Arya Stark. “After the big battle where the King-Beyond-the-Wall was killed, the wildlings ran away, and this woods witch said that if they went to Hardhome, ships would come and carry them away to someplace warm. But no ships came, except these two Lyseni pirates, Goodheart and Elephant, that had been driven north by a storm. They dropped anchor off Hardhome to make repairs, and saw the wildlings, but there were thousands and they didn’t have room for all of them, so they said they’d just take the women and the children. The wildlings had nothing to eat, so the men sent out their wives and daughters, but as soon as the ships were out to sea, the Lyseni drove them below and roped them up. They meant to sell them all in Lys. Only then they ran into another storm and the ships were parted. The Goodheart was so damaged her captain had no choice but to put in here, but the Elephant may have made it back to Lys. The Lyseni at Pynto’s think that she’ll return with more ships. The price of slaves is rising, they said, and there are thousands more women and children at Hardhome.” [The Blind Girl, ADWD]

So the Goodheart was too damaged to go to Lys, but the Elephant wasn’t. It means there are still hundreds of wildlings women and children enslaved there. Honestly, I’m not sure how Arya could be involved in freeing them. Lys is a long way from Braavos, which means she would have to travel down there (with no resources and the other half of the wildlings), free them and get back up to sail across the Narrow Sea, deal with the Riverlands and then go North. It’s a little much for one girl, even one as resourceful as Arya. Sure, she could ask help from the Iron Bank (see my second point), but I doubt they would indulge her (high risk for no rewards).

But. You know who is as strongly against slavery as Arya, whose path might make her travel to Lys and who has the resources to fuck shit up? Yep, Dany.

The way I see it is, after being disheartened by Meereen and her failure to change the slaver(y) culture, Dany could very much decide to go home to Westeros - and set everything ablaze in her path. If she failed to abolish slavery from the inside, she might decide to do it by force, as a last FUCK YOU to the masters. This could be the beginning of her rock bottom, before she rises back again. It’s also coherent with the Dothraki culture of “Submit or be killed”, which could play a part if she allies with them again.

So I could see her attacking the big cities of Essos, destroying the masters and freeing the slaves as she goes along, until she reaches Braavos - who may be protected since 1. she would use its port to journey across the Narrow Sea and 2. they’re famously known for being founded by slaves and anti-slavery as a whole (and they actually enforce that rule, not just preach it and close their eyes when it counts). There, she could meet Arya through the wildlings women reuniting. Like I said, things would be tense at first, but if they might not be friends at first, they might respect each other for having their hearts set on the same goal (protecting their people). Friendship would come later, I’m not worried about that.

The Iron Bank theory

For me, the Iron Bank doesn’t get the recognition it deserves as a threat, and I fully anticipate them having a much larger role in the next book.

I really believe they will have a hand in Arya going back to Westeros. After she leaves the FM, I very much see them stepping in to offer their “help” to Arya. Personally, I believe the Kindly Man informed them of her real identity (though his motivations are yet unclear). I believe he’s aware of her value as a princess, and the (supposedly) last heir of the North. Look how people are rallying for her in the North when they hear “Valiant Ned’s precious little girl” is being brutalized. Do you think the Iron Bank is gonna pass on such a prize? I can see them trying to do to her what the Manderlys are doing with Rickon, or what Illyrio tried to do with Dany - offer their protection and help so she would be/feel indebted. They could get ahold of the North through Arya, and of the other Kingdoms through Stannis/the crown’s debt. Not too shabby.

But wait, there is a problem arising. A problem named Daenerys, who fully intends to take back the Iron Throne - and if she does, she’s not gonna care about reimbursing the debt her predecessors/usurpers left, thus lessening their leverage (and with three dragons, a Dothraki army and the Unsullied, threatening her is not gonna fly well). I can see them trying to step in too, promise the same things to her they did to Arya - except she’s not gonna fall for the same ploy like Viserys did with Illyrio.

(Btw, I’m sure Arya too will see right through them - she had a whole training dedicated to make her see beyond appearances, and she’s always been pretty observant (like when she didn’t fall for trap Cersei laid for her, with Lannister soldiers dressed as Stark men in AGOT). But she also don’t have the same resources Dany has, and if she frees the wildlings, she’ll have hundreds of mouths to feed and transport back to Westeros. I can’t see her do that without external help, so she might be playing along til a better opportunity arise.)

Now, both these theories have their flaws. The biggest one, for me, is time. Meereen is not gonna be resolved in a day (unless Dany just sets everything on fire the moment she arrives and takes off into the sunset, but I doubt that). She still needs enough time to travel to Braavos. Even if George takes his sweet time closing the FM storyline, dealing with the wildlings in Braavos and the Iron Bank, it’s not gonna take a million chapters. Unless he throws something in there to delay her departure, something that wasn’t foreshadowed yet? Because I don’t see them meeting first in Westeros. What would be the point of having them on the same continent if they don’t meet there? As always, there’s a lot left hanging in the air.

#asoiaf #arya stark #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #asoiaf meta #jon x arya #jonrya #daenerys x arya #dany x arya #my metas #Anonymous #god #it's been so long since i've published on this blog #also why are my metas always so long #but here ya go #my two cents

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Book!Theon is Azor!Ahai, not Jon. It makes no sense narratively for Jon to be AA, and it’s the most stereotypical thing ever, and he’s already stereotypical, he’s the red flag for the audience. Theon’s chapters are full of hints, he has the perfect salt/smoke/stars/dragons thing at the end of ACOK, when he “dies”. His story is about destroying death, his entire narrative, with things that come from mythology and ancient literature, points to that. The show is trash, but don’t you think that it’s a little weird that Theon is there at the end and then Arya comes out of nowhere and becomes AA? And what ending does she get? Exploring the unknown SEA with SHIPS? Being free and on her own? Maybe it doesn’t make sense for her because it’s not for her. D&D already took everything else from Theon, they took this too. And even if he’s not AA, he’s still clearly connected to magic and all of that, he didn’t go though so much for nothing, he didn’t take his name back for the first time in his life, his name that literally means “godly”, for nothing. He has something big to do, and it’s about himself, not Robb and the Starks. And he’s also so clearly connected to the politics of the north and of the iron islands, a villain was literally created for him, so I don’t understand how can you say he’s not really important and all he’s got left to do is retire in a house and be sad. Of course he has a lot of trauma and that’s important, but I don’t like how people reduce him to that and act like just because those things happened, he can’t do anything else

anon with no ill will and I swear I don't want to sound pedantic or anything but I, uh, never came to the conclusion you say I came from - that said let's go in order even if I think I already went through all the reasons why it makes literally no sense if it's anyone but jon, but let's start with one thing:

It makes no sense narratively for Jon to be AA, and it’s the most stereotypical thing ever, and he’s already stereotypical, he’s the red flag for the audience.

it's stereotypical.... to us maybe, but it is not to westeros. like, you're looking at it through audience-lens because it has been years and the show confirmed r+l=j and we all figured that shit out, but to westeros, the idea that the prince that was promised is a bastard guy serving on the wall aka a state-sponsored prison where people go to not die and is filled to non-desirables to society is... the least likely option in existence? no really, but again:

first thing that should quiet all doubts, when melisandre asks r'hollor to see azor ahai bc she wants to see stannis, r'hollor shows her jon snow and instead of going like 'uh wait why am I seeing another dude' she's like 'I want to see stannis but r'hollor shows me jon snow there must be some disturbance on the line', like she doesn't even consider for a second that it might be jon;

no one else has brought WITHIN THE NARRATIVE jon up as a likely candidate - they said stannis, they said dany, they said whoever but no one ever said hey jon snow might be AA, because again no one even suspects that it might be jon;

other matter that you're overlooking here: if theon is azor ahai.... it means that the rebellion basically was for nothing? because like the entire shtick with rhaegar targaryen's bad life choices™ is that he was apparently a swell dude, then he read a book where somehow it was exactly explained how the apocalypse was gonna happen, he deduced that he was the guy who had to father AA/the prince that was promised and in order - first he doesn't care about fighting but suddenly after that he starts getting learned; - he immediately worries over having THREE children from which we can deduce from the narrative that as far as he knows in order to fight when the wights come he has to have three kids for three dragons and one of them is azor ahai; - the moment his wife can't have more than two even if he's sure that he already had the right one (aegon) he still runs off with lyanna to make sure he has the third because it's that important that HE rhaegar targaryen fathers the three heads of the dragon... to the point of starting a civil war and most likely giving arthur orders to make sure that the kid lives at all costs even if he thinks lyanna's kid is NOT AA; - let's remember that the entire schtick is also that 'he is the ptwp and his is the song of ice and fire' which means that this kid of rhaegar's is the person these books are titled after.

now, let's look again at tyrion's infamous quote which I always bring up in these cases but let's refresh our memory here Prophecy is like a half-trained mule. It looks as though it might be useful, but the moment you trust in it, it kicks you in the head now: given this, we can absolutely assume that no single prophecy in this book goes the way the person at the end of it interprets it... which means that rhaegar was wrong on a lot of accounts, but guess what, the thing is that one out of three of his kids is dead (if we count aegon as trueborn, if he's not then two on three but I think he's trueborn) and the one who hatched the eggs/has the dragon is DANY so he already was wrong on head of the dragon #1, and he can absolutely be wrong on aegon being tptwp which would mean mistake #2 and we should know about the prophecy, but one of his children being AA and his being the song of ice and fire looks a bit too much of a stretch to be incorrect and have AA being someone else's son also would be.... but if AA is jon ie the one he had for last that he was sure was not AA and who doesn't even have the targ name (nor the stark one) and no one suspects having that kinda ancestry then yes it fits exactly all the parameters and it still allows for rhaegar to have partially misinterpreted the entire thing even in large chunks but not enough to make it look like he was completely making shit up, which... I mean the long night is coming I don't doubt he had very good reasons to want to stop it; also, anon not to beat the dead horse, but: - jon's death fits all the prophecy parameters already there's the bleeding star, the smoking wound and the salt of the tears which btw is not obvious nor something you'd immediately do 2+2 about... which fits perfectly with the above - jon died and came back to life in the godforsaken show like he's literally the only idiot who resurrected in it and we're supposed to handwave it the way dnd did? - jon has a valyrian steel sword that he can handle while theon atm really doesn't - we could argue that ygritte could be a possible nissa-nissa contender though I mean maybe it could also be that he and val get hot and bothered and it turns out it's her or someone else and that hasn't happened yet but surely there's more evidence for that with jon than with theon - theon has like... povs in two books for a total amount of less than fifteen chapters, jon has at least ten chapters per book or so on, which just mathematically makes jon a main fiver character while theon is not and like I understand deconstruction and all but you don't make your ace in the hole mystical prince hero character someone who has had fifteen chapters total at most unless I remember wrong the amount he had in acok in comparison to someone who was a main throughout the entire thing - like guys I say it as someone whose third-fave char is theon, theon is not a main fiver™ character and that's okay that's not the point, and with that I don't mean he's not important, I mean that he's not one of the five main ones that have most of the plot stuff on their shoulders and he's not THE main character, because if theon is AA then these books are named a song of theon greyjoy and considering that the main five are jon tyrion arya dany and bran I think it's highly not probable that at the end of it theon is the one character to rule them all

and that was for how jon fit the criteria, but theon doesn't fit them because again he doesn't have a number of chapters/povs that justifies such a plot twist, balon is certainly not rhaegar and I don't see how rhaegar reads a prophecy wrt balon and thinks it's about him, the heads of the dragon should be three and theon had three siblings two of which are dead and asha has no tie to the dragon storyline, this means that theon should be able to ride/command a dragon and we know that in theory just targs can and there's already three of them around - dany jon and aegon - and if anyone who's not a targ has a narrative reason to ride a dragon is tyrion not theon... and tyrion is a main fiver too, also there's the nissa-nissa/burning sword angle and as it is theon could absolutely use a bow again but a longsword with his hands maimed like that and no muscle mass would be a bit implausible, in order for the reborn prophecy to actually make sense it means his last adwd chapter should have smoke, salt and the bleeding star which it doesn't but jon's has so there's that

now, re what you said wrt theon:

Theon’s chapters are full of hints

not really? he doesn't have a tie to the magical storyline beyond his connection to bran. they have hints for a lot of things but that he's AA? idt so

he has the perfect salt/smoke/stars/dragons thing at the end of ACOK, when he “dies”

okay but then I could use the same argument for saying that AA could be davos when he survives blackwater because he says he woke up in wreckage of smoke in salty water, and then stannis has equally valid arguments bc he has the shiny sword and he's in dragonstone etc and we all know it's not stannis, also an AA death at the ending of acok when the topic has barely been introduced in dany's vision is entirely too early for me to drop that bomb

his story is about destroying death, his entire narrative, with things that come from mythology and ancient literature, points to that.

his story is about overcoming trauma and abuse and not dying in the process (which is why I think the show was trash) and okay but everyone in these books has something that comes from a mythology or ancient literature, like jaime brienne and c. all have arthuriana roots same as bran, doesn't make any of them a viable AA candidate

The show is trash, but don’t you think that it’s a little weird that Theon is there at the end and then Arya comes out of nowhere and becomes AA?And what ending does she get? Exploring the unknown SEA with SHIPS? Being free and on her own? Maybe it doesn’t make sense for her because it’s not for her.

considering that maisie williams was shocked that arya was AA and she also thought it made no sense and that dnd never thought theon had his own storyline while I can agree on the fact that it fits more for him as an ending than for arya, I don't think that means it makes him AA, same as I think that they gave sansa his storyline and possibly his confrontation with ramsay and I'm not 100% convinced on the last part anyway but that just means they didn't realize theon doesn't exist for the starks' storyline, also like.. in the show everyone but c. was in WF and theon was already dead when arya did her thing and honestly idt the battle of the long night will ever go like that anyway so idt even partially show truthing is bringing us anywhere

and even if he’s not AA, he’s still clearly connected to magic and all of that, he didn’t go though so much for nothing, he didn’t take his name back for the first time in his life, his name that literally means “godly”, for nothing

I never said it was for nothing which I'll elaborate in a second and ofc he's connected to the magic storyline... because he's connected with bran's storyline and his last round of atonement has to happen through bran in the sense that since he was the one basically forcing bran out of wf now he most likely has to facilitate bringing him back or smth (surely not dying for him), but like whatever magical stuff he has going on it has to do with bran dot, not with AA which I still think he doesn't have a stricter text connection to than davos has for that matter and idt davos is AA as I think I made clear

He has something big to do, and it’s about himself, not Robb and the Starks.

never said he didn't, and I also said that I wasn't going to speculate in detail about what theon has to do because I don't think there are enough text elements to say it now but there will be when wow comes out for sure, but like again I don't want to make predictions when I don't have the elements and wrt theon's themes/possible canon ending etc I always said that he most likely isn't going to inherit the islands but that he'll do something huge before the books are done which is gonna be tied to the northern storyline and possibly to bran because he has to go specular to acok - acok is his downfall, adwd is 'I'll find myself again', wow+ados have to be what would theon do if he decides his own thing while being his own person, or recycling my old THEON HAS HEGELIAN THEMES IN HIS STORYLINE acok = thesis, adwd = antithesis, wow+ados = synthesis so obviously he has something huge in the plans.... I just don't think it means he's AA

And he’s also so clearly connected to the politics of the north and of the iron islands, a villain was literally created for him, so I don’t understand how can you say he’s not really important and all he’s got left to do is retire in a house and be sad

aaand here we get to the point which is that... I never said that? I honestly never said that? I said he has to overcome his trauma and live and thrive and be happy after that. if he retires in a house at the end of ados after he does whatever he has to do in the main plot it's going to be because it's what he wants to do and most likely he and jeyne are going to be adorbs while doing it together or smth or if he goes back to the islands and advises asha then he's going to be happy doing that too, but like... the entire point of theon's sl is that he overcomes that horrendous abuse while not being a perfect good victim™ throughout and still be happy after and gain his redemption? that's what I always said. I never said that now he can just retire and be sad. trauma recovery is becoming happy after getting over your trauma. not being sad. and like.... sometimes not getting amazing mythological things but just being happy by yourself is actually a goal? again, grrm is a lapsed catholic. if I know that breed and I do, he doesn't think redemption and happiness are in shortage at the supermarket. and in order for theon to have narrative importance/weight/relevance he doesn't have to do magical mythological IMPORTANT™ things (even if I think he does have something cooked up as I said above), but like the entire point of his sl is the trauma recovery. he's there for that. that's literally his point in the plot and the fact that grrm created a villain for him means that he thinks it's an important thing to explore.

also I personally think that theon's arc is the best written thing in those books so like I don't want to undermine its importance, I just don't think that in order to be important™ then theon has to be dragged kicking and screaming into main fiver territory because there isn't the need.

. Of course he has a lot of trauma and that’s important, but I don’t like how people reduce him to that and act like just because those things happened, he can’t do anything else

I don't like that either esp. when coming from dnd who didn't even let him have it fully, but: and when did I ever do it? I never said that theon is only his trauma. my standing opinion wrt theon is that he's grrm's best written/constructed character (along with jaime) and his most innovative one (jaime following but theon wins it) because theon deconstructs the backstabber trope which I already went on about but:

again usually ppl who backstab the good protagonist™ get caught and punished and you never hear their pov

theon has all the povs

he's the main char in that storyline not robb

he has entirely understandable reasons that ppl decided aren't sympathetic just bc they don't want to admit that in his position they'd have done the same thing

the audience hates him for having contributed to robb's downfall but then he gets a comeuppance that's completely not what anyone would deserve for that and he gets the spotlight/the sympathy again

he gets narrative redemption saving jeyne so you can see he's not an asshole at all

has to get through horrific abuse for his entire life not just with ramsay, he's not a good victim™ but he's still written in a way that makes you want to root for him and at the end he actually comes through so you want him to keep on succeeding

which is smth that with the backstabber trope never happens

now the thing is that theon's there bc a) identity issues b) trauma recovery storylines that then get tied to bran's main one but like idg why just having the recovery storyline would make him lesser - saying he's not a main fiver doesn't mean he's not important, it means he's not a MAIN™ character... which in asoiaf doesn't matter bc even ppl without povs are important to the narration and are there to drive a point (see sandor and stannis), and I don't see why saying that the most important part of his sl/the one grrm wants to stick with the readers is the survivor part of it rather than whichever heavy magic related plot thing he has to play in the future means undermining his importance. and while I think he has that role, idt it's the most important one he has bc being a survivor is what sells his storyline/the entire arc of his character.

then if come wow I'm wrong I'll be like okay I fucked up, but: honestly, imvho there is no way that azor ahai is not jon snow, the fact that collectively as a fandom we think it's obvious doesn't mean people in westeros do, each single point of evidence is at jon and if occam's razor is a thing then it's jon and that's okay because as deconstructed chosen one as he is, jon is still the protagonist of these books and regarding the prophecy above, it makes a lot more sense that this series is titled a song of jon snow and not a song of theon greyjoy and I say this as someone who vastly prefers theon as a character. also, if smth is well-written, readers should see it coming, so the fact that jon is AA isn't predictable if it's true, it's grrm.... knowing how to write a book and plant his hints because if everyone guessed right then if he makes it suddenly someone else bc jon is too predictable then it's dnd making it arya bc SURPRISE WE NEEDED YOU TO GO LIKE WTF HAS JUST HAPPENED INSTEAD OF FOLLOWING THE NARRATION TO ITS NATURAL CONCLUSION, not 'it's too predictable' or the audience red herring the way jaime being the valonqar is an audience red herring. jon being AA should be absolutely obvious for the reader who paid attention and a total surprise for the other characters in the narration, the audience red herring is more dany than anyone else imvho and I'm dying on that hill for now, thanks for coming to my ted talk but like I don't see how it's anyone but jon personally X°D

#jon snow #theon greyjoy #janie writes meta #idk anon i've never said theon wasn't important #i said he wasn't a main char #and like.... my fave char is robb #who doesn't even have a pov #is EXTREMELY important to the narration bc the rw is the crux of 50% of the plot #and i wouldn't call robb a main either #and in asoiaf there are five mains™#and everyone else is on a level of importance #but like those five mains are MAINS more than the others #and jon is the main-est of them so X°DDD #like the fact that the protagonist of a series is the one that has to save the world isn't smth that i think grrm wants to deconstruct #he wants to deconstruct HOW he gets there #but that's mvho #peace

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The Sobbe fake-dating Hogwarts AU that one person asked for and I dove into headfirst

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Telling Noor was out of the question. Robbe was in far too deep to admit to something like that. And here, he dangled on the precipice of making his relationship with Sander the truth. She could wait. She could never know. Whatever.

Robbe needed to marinate in this feeling as long as it would last.

He stayed up all night, reliving the moment until he could no longer form coherent thoughts. It was so vivid: Sander slid his hands under Robbe’s shirt and kissed the side of his mouth. He sucked gentle bruises into the bridge of Robbe’s collarbone and lower, and lower…When Robbe fell asleep, around eight in the morning, he dreamed of warm kisses in the crook of his neck. Did it really happen? Could it have really happened? Robbe couldn’t believe how different a kiss could be when he knew it wasn’t for anyone else’s benefit.

Of course, it could have been for someone else’s benefit. He didn’t know for sure what it meant. He had to talk to Sander.

Everything about this was disclaimers, every day. How annoying.

He pushed himself out of bed at ten with a mere two hours of sleep under his belt. Breakfast waited for no man. The thought of Sander was enough to rouse him to action. Moyo and Aaron were both in the bathroom already, hogging the mirror. Moyo must have stayed after some hangout last night. They talked in animated whispers.

Moyo’s mouth leaked toothpaste to the sink as he spoke. “—so then I told him that you can’t expect a Patronus if getting head is the happiest you’ve ever been—”

“What’s your memory?” Aaron countered. The bristles on his toothbrush were flattened.

“My memory doesn’t matter, because I’m not thinking—”

“No, I want to know. Since you think you’re so much better.”

“It’s not sex, if that’s what you—”

When they spotted Robbe, they froze.

“Fucking hell,” said Moyo, after a beat. “What happened to you last night?”

Robbe rubbed his neck. He couldn’t see what he looked like with his friends blocking the mirror, but he could make an educated guess. There were one or two hickeys his t-shirt collar may or may not cover. Tingling dry skin around the side of his lip spoke to hours of kissing someone who had the first prickles of facial hair. Aaron and Moyo made a big show of focusing on brushing their teeth.

“Promise you won’t tell?” said Robbe. He never saw the boys uncomfortable. It could be fun to play with them a little more. Logically, Aaron saw him leave with Sander yesterday. It still left Robbe with hours of free time unaccounted for, time to switch companions, but not a lot, if Aaron remembered.

“We promise,” Aaron said. He wouldn’t meet Robbe’s eyes.

Robbe steeled himself. “I met someone.”

Moyo’s toothbrush clattered to the ground. Moyo hurried to pick it up. “What?”

Aaron, less shocked but just as surprised, spit a glob of minty foam into the sink. Robbe treasured their expressions. And also didn’t. He vaguely remembered them plotting with Jens about something the other night, something about him and Sander, but how would they react when the real thing came out? Positive. Probably positive. They seemed supportive when they pushed him out the door to Sander before.

“I met someone,” Robbe repeated. He decided he would leave it at that. Let them stew in it. There would be more to say after he talked to Sander, and told Jens.

Moyo had other ideas. “Not a serious someone, right?”

Robbe shrugged. “Might be.”

“But what about your arrangement?”

“It’ll end, I guess.”

Now Aaron showed signs of distress, too. They weren’t understanding what he meant. “It can’t end! What about Sa—” Moyo smacked him in the side, not subtly. “What about Noor? Won’t she bother you again?”

As love lives went, Robbe’s had never been the most interesting. Seeing the boys so invested in something that involved him made Robbe irrationally happy. Or maybe it was the residual thrill of Sander. Who cared? He dragged it out. “No, she won’t. I don’t think things around her will change that much at all.” There was enough there for Moyo and Aaron to catch his drift, if they were going to, and enough to keep deniability if it did not work out.

Robbe didn’t want to think about it not working out. Even though that was a large possibility.

Moyo breathed in deep. “We’re happy for you, Robbe,” he said. “Just—don’t lead Sander on if it’s over.”

“How am I leading Sander on?” Fuck, this was almost funny.

“You’re not, you’re not,” Moyo backtracked. “But if you were, I mean, I would ask…”

“Forget he said anything,” said Aaron. “Go be happy. Have fun. Sorry, we were—” He pushed Robbe back a step with the palm of his hand and closed the bathroom door between them. What followed was a buzzing in Robbe’s ears, indicative of the Muffliato charm for silencing purposes. Aaron had some skill after all.

Back in the main room, Jens rolled over in his bunk and glared at Robbe. “All that… You’re in love with Sander, aren’t you? Motherfucker.” He pressed a hand to his forehead, warding off the oncoming headache. “Gay rights.”

Robbe didn’t know what to say to that, so he set off to the Great Hall. Truthfully, he didn’t know if he was gay. He knew he liked Sander. The rest was another crisis for another day.

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Breakfast that morning featured mounds of French toast, three different variations of eggs, and enough pumpkin juice to put the castle underwater. The Hufflepuff table was nearly empty, no more than a few first years fussing over their notes for upcoming exams. Robbe sat a reasonable distance away to eat. Close to the doors. He couldn’t stop smiling.

Across the way, at the Ravenclaw table, Zoë, Milan, and Senne pored over their Potions books. This week, Robbe thought, he could return to his regularly scheduled Potions class. Britt told him he was the winner. He didn’t have to be afraid of her.

Milan caught Robbe’s eye and winked. Zoë gave him a wave and a double thumbs-up.

No one occupied the Slytherin table. The only people who’d be up this early were their Quidditch players, and yesterday’s game had been rescheduled for tonight. They were likely on the pitch already, practicing. No sign of Sander.

He served himself another heaping helping of egg, despite not having finished the first. Whatever spices were in the scramble, it tasted better than anything in his father’s recipe cards from home.

The hourglasses at the front of the Great Hall shined as points drained from Slytherin’s side. Gryffindor was on track to win the House Cup. Those fuckers.

Okay, so here was the plan: he’d finish up eating here. He would go back to the dormitory to shower and change and all that jazz. Sander usually met him at the Hufflepuff table for lunch. When that happened, maybe Robbe would suggest they visit the astronomy tower instead, and maybe they’d have their deep conversation. Jens had a Quidditch practice scheduled at two.

If Sander didn’t show up to lunch, chances were he’d be at the Quidditch came this evening. Jens had it double-underlined in the plan, after all. Robbe would intercept him afterward and kiss him until they both forgot how to breathe.

Solid. Good plan. Robbe rewarded himself with another scoop of eggs.

A few Slytherins walked into the Hall in full Quidditch regalia. Robbe’s earlier assumption had been correct. He stood up on reflex; he could ask them where Sander was, or something like that, and then he could clarify what their thing was right away. Fuck the plan.

It was a real relationship. You don’t kiss people you don’t want a real relationship with.

Or, good people don’t.

Or, maybe that line of thinking didn’t make any sense. He was losing his mind here. He’d never been this happy. The Slytherin group was engaged in an intense conversation, their circle closed, their voices easy to hear. Robbe gave them a respectable distance while he waited for them to finish speaking. Then he could ask his question.

“Britt said to leave him be for a while, y’know?” the Slytherin captain said. “She said someone would come.”

“You’re gonna leave him?” asked one of the others. Might have been the Seeker.

“Can’t do much else. I can’t get him up.”

“Shit.”

Another interjected, “Does Madame Pomfrey know?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell her. He could be tired, I guess, but it’s weird. Anyway, Britt said someone would come for him.”

“Sander’s weird as hell. He was probably just up all night with what’s-his-face.”

Wait, what? Robbe backed away. They hadn’t noticed him waiting behind them yet. He could make it back to his own table if he moved fast, except, he wouldn’t hear the rest of what they had to say.

“You always get the worst roommates, Willem.”

The Slytherin captain huffed. “He’s not bad, he’s just asleep. Overdramatic. Oh hey, eat your eggs. Energy is the name of the game today.”

The group moved on to other topics. Like the weather.

“Sorry, do you know where Sander is?” Robbe surprised himself by speaking up. He wanted to disappear when the whole group turned to him. The captain, Willem, looked him up and down with a gaze like a barcode scanner. He paused for a minute at Robbe’s shoulder level.

“He’s asleep,” he said, simply. “Tired as fuck. Sorry.” He gestured to Robbe’s neck. “I guess we know why.”

Shit, Robbe had forgotten he was covered in hickeys. He should have put on his robes before coming to breakfast, but Moyo and Aaron were in the bathroom, and he couldn’t change in the front room!

Back to the plan, back to the plan. Sander would be there for lunch, or if not, he’d be there for the match. Moyo must be out of the bathroom by now.

“Thanks,” he said. He could go sit with Zoë, Senne, and Milan in the meantime, so he didn’t look like a loser.

“Hey,” said Willem as Robbe made to leave. He got up from the table to do so, while the others continued their conversation as if he were not there. “Hang on a second.”

Robbe stopped, even as everything in his body screamed at him to move. He was a shy, uninteresting person; it was a cornerstone of his personality. He didn’t mean to keep challenging the persona, as he had for these two weeks, as he always would for Sander.

“Do you know who’s coming?”

“Coming for what?”

Willem shrugged. “Britt said someone’s gonna get him. I don’t mind, really. It’d be—I don’t know—cool to know who’s gonna be wading through my belongings.”

Robbe answered honestly. “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”

“Fair. I suppose the ex would know more than the current.” He said it so passively, Robbe kind of wanted to punch him. “Whatever.” Willem shoved his hands into his pockets.

For a second, they both stared at the floor in silence. There was something more, dangling on the tip of Willem’s tongue. Robbe could feel it. He waited patiently for whatever it may be. The Slytherin team chattered in the background about the eggs this morning and the assurance that they would win against Hufflepuff at the Quidditch match.

“You can see him, if you want,” said Willem, finally. “The password’s written on the frame of the closest painting. Regulus will help you.” He paused. “Regulus is the painting. If that wasn’t clear.” Robbe blinked. He wasn’t expecting help. Willem extended his hand to Robbe’s and shook it, although Robbe’s hand was kind of a limp fish in his grip. “I’ll see you on the pitch, then. Good luck.” He returned to his friends and their meal.

Alright. This was a blessing. Sander was asleep, as he should be at this hour. It was totally reasonable. Robbe thought it over for less than a minute before deciding he needed to let Sander sleep in today. It would come across as clingy to go visit and wake him up, and Robbe couldn’t give off that vibe so close to the beginning of their relationship.

There was a new list of rules in his head, alongside all his other archived lists. How to handle being a boyfriend.

If Sander wanted him as a boyfriend.

Robbe went back to his plate, where it remained on the Hufflepuff table. He took a few more bites of the eggs. At home, they had a red ceramic frying pan and an electric tea kettle, and these instruments were the sole caretakers of breakfast. Robbe’s mother swallowed her pills with a teacup. Robbe wanted to know those things about Sander, he realized. He wanted to know Sander’s hands by the freckles on his knuckles, he wanted to know Sander’s presence by his step on the staircase. He wanted to know what Sander ate for breakfast at home.

Simple things, you know. He hadn’t felt this way for anybody else, ever.

Milan jarred Robbe from his reverie. He, Zoë, and Senne were leaving for their daily activities. “Might want to invest in some concealer, buddy.” He tapped one of the pinkish blotches on Robbe’s neck and winked. Robbe tugged the hem of his shirt to cover it.

***

Quidditch practice passed without pain. Before Robbe knew it, he was in his official robes and hovering far above the grass once more. From this vantage point, even the Great Lake looked small as it reflected oncoming storm clouds. No hail tonight, according to Professor Trelawney, although Robbe didn’t know how she could predict something like that with such assurance. He never bothered with Divination classes. Jens slicked all his hair back with the first spat of rain. He and Macs leaned forward on their brooms, anxious for the match to begin.

Yasmina gave the pep talk today. “Play good. Win.” Everyone enthusiastically agreed.

Robbe didn’t have to worry about any talk of strategy. He spent the final six minutes before the Quaffle’s release examining the stands for Sander’s bleached hair. The rain made this a difficult task; not only did it blur the image ahead of him, but many people wore ponchos that covered their hair colors and sometimes most of their faces. Robbe couldn’t even make out Moyo, and he knew for a fact that his friend would be sitting in the first row.

The captains, Jens and Willem, met in the middle of the pitch to shake hands. As soon as they were finished, the Quaffle was thrown and the game began. Jens and Macs took turns with the ball as they rocketed down the pitch. First points came seconds after. The Hufflepuff stands screamed.

In sharp contrast to the game versus Ravenclaw, Robbe found himself trailing Slytherin’s seeker in the search for the snitch.

The rain picked up. What was once light drops became a downpour so torrential that Robbe couldn’t see more than five feet in front of his outstretched hand. He knew Hufflepuff and Slytherin scored some points, because the bell chimed when they did so, and also because Luca practically screamed it every time it happened.

“I think that went through the hoop. One for Macarthy, his third today. If he wants to contact me, I might be free Monday night—”

Slytherin’s seeker ran into Robbe’s side. Robbe gave him the benefit of the doubt, especially because he put his arms out in front and had the good sense to fall off his broom. Robbe didn’t falter.

“Has anyone seen the snitch yet?” Luca wondered.

They had not.

The score stood at thirty to twenty in Hufflepuff’s favor after a whole forty-five minutes of play. Robbe was beginning to doubt that the snitch had been released from its container at all. Wouldn’t that be just his luck?

Macs zipped by with the Quaffle. The wind strengthened, a storm heating above them. The air buzzed with electricity. Robbe needed to go lower—the perspective he’d craved was clearly not working out here. The clouds must be less thick closer to the ground, and maybe the snitch would be there.

He aimed in the direction of Hufflepuff tower, or what he thought was Hufflepuff tower, and angled his broom downward.

“Looks like Robbe sees something. About time. I’m cold.”

Nope, still hadn’t seen it.

The stands materialized in front of him. Dozens of people in black raingear crowded together. Some had flags, or at least sticks; it was hard to tell with the rainwater pounding the fabric against the students. Robbe flew just above their heads, as he had last game. He thought he saw Moyo in the front.

No Sander. Sander had very distinctive eyebrows. Robbe would have seen him.

Sander didn’t have to go anywhere. It would be okay if he skipped this match.

“Jens with the Quaffle again,” Luca’s voice boomed. “Willem comes from behind—aw, that’s shit luck. Bad luck. Sorry. Willem takes the Quaffle.” She sounded close. This was the Hufflepuff stands. Robbe made a second pass, hoping some students would find it in themselves to take off their hoods and get soaked in the rain.

No sign of Sander. He could get a little bit closer, or even land, but what good would that do? Robbe bolted off in the opposite direction. Sander didn’t come.

Why would he come? What was the point in coming?

He was probably ignoring Robbe. Avoiding him.

Robbe tried to stop his thoughts from pendulum-swinging back and forth. Thunder cracked, then lightning. No hail.

One hour elapsed without sign of the snitch when the rain subsided. One whole fucking hour. The Hufflepuff chasers and beaters had taken to holding the Quaffle and loitering in the air to conserve energy. Willem and his team resorted to batting the Hufflepuffs around and praying they’d drop the ball. All the while, the two seekers were locked on equal ground.

“This is the fucking longest game I’ve ever attended,” said Luca into the microphone. For once, no one could debate her use of profanity. Everyone wanted to leave.

Fuck it. Sander should have been here. Robbe u-turned and passed so low over Hufflepuff’s stands that he could see the eye colors of everyone in the back row. Nothing.

Robbe couldn’t even be mad when Slytherin’s seeker caught the snitch somewhere high above him. Hufflepuff’s lead gave them the lenience to scoot by with a win, barely.

Sander didn’t come. They had the most wonderful night last night. The best in Robbe’s life. Robbe wanted to sit down with Sander and hold him for the rest of forever, and Sander didn’t come to a Quidditch match that he said he’d attend. Not even that—he hadn’t seen Robbe all day. The anger stirred rapid and sour in Robbe’s stomach. No, not anger. Disappointment. He almost laughed at the thought of saying that to Sander—I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.

Robbe landed a little too heavy on the pitch. He was soaking wet, used up, stood up. He wanted to go to sleep.

“Great game we played tonight,” said Jens. Yasmina, Macs, and Aaron, who walked with them back to the castle, knew this sarcasm wasn’t for them. It was a little daunting to hear something icy from Jens, Robbe’s protector.

“We won,” said Aaron.

Something bubbled inside of Robbe. He didn’t like it. He wanted to go back to the workshop with the origami butterflies. Sander must have reasons for not coming. He had to have a reason why he didn’t come. Robbe had the password to the Slytherin common room.

Sander could have been tired. Sander could have wanted to avoid the implications of cheering against Slytherin when his roommate was the Slytherin captain. Sander could have—

It didn’t do any good. Sander said he’d be here and he wasn’t. They kissed last night for hours and Sander hadn’t said a thing today.

“Yes, you all did great.” Jens bumped Robbe with his shoulder. Robbe wanted to scream.

He was being overdramatic.

“Robbe did his best,” Yasmina said. “Leave him alone. The rain was bad.”

“His focus was bad,” said Jens, but he stopped talking after that. Unlike Robbe, he could shrug off a minor sin without a second thought.

***

New plan, new plan. Clearly the old one hadn’t worked. New plan. Robbe would visit the Slytherin common room and he’d yell to anyone that would listen that he was in love with Sander.

Too grand. He’d yell it at Sander. Wherever Sander was. He would just say it, and then he’d go to Noor and tell her everything. New plan, he wasn’t going to be ignored on the day after the greatest day of his life. He just wasn’t.

Robbe had made up his mind by the time they breached the doorway to the castle.

“You guys go on ahead,” he told them. “I have to see something.” They waved without protest.

Robbe took the stairs that were closest to the entryway. He took them three at a time, not unlike Britt left the astronomy tower on Thursday. Something was wrong, he could feel it. It boiled in his bones. At the bottom of the staircase, a painting hung over a thick wooden door. Intricate drawings of serpents in green, silver, and gold wound their way through the woodgrain, snakes devouring each other’s tails, ouroboros, the chain of a locket dangling into a pool of water. The painting depicted a young man with black wavy hair and a similar locket looped about his neck.

“Password?” he asked.

“Willem said you’d help me,” said Robbe.

“Incorrect.” The painting clicked its tongue. “Try again.”

Willem said something about an inscription on the side of the frame. Robbe checked, but all he could see was a little plaque detailing the exploits of one Regulus Arcturus Black. Nothing remotely helpful.

“Black,” Robbe tried.

“Do you think we’re stupid enough to make the password my last name?”

“No.”

“Try again.”

“Willem?”

“I hate that rat bastard,” said the painting. “Might as well sit down if you’re going to keep guessing.”

Robbe sat down. “Sherbet lemon.”

“Wrong. Who do you need to see?”

“Ouroboros.”

“Nope. Why do you need to get in?”

“Locket,” Robbe guessed. He had a good feeling about that one.

“Stopping guessing,” said Regulus. “It’s embarrassing. Tell me why you’re here.”

“To see my boyfriend.” It was a little forward, he supposed, but he could always say it was for the sake of their fake-dating thing if it backfired. Shit, he’d almost forgotten about the fake-dating thing. “Basalisk.”

“Why the fuck would someone make that the password?” Regulus shook his head in disgust. “Do you really think so little of us—”

“I need to see my boyfriend,” Robbe insisted. “Regulus Black.”

“You said that already.” Regulus relaxed back into his painting. In it, he sat in a deep velvet armchair. He wore a similar velvet suit, with green cufflinks that matched his eyes. “I was in love, once.”

“Regulus Arcturus Black.”

“It is not a variation of my name.” The painting continued his story. “I know power corrupts everything, but I didn’t think it would do that to us. I thought we had something. But then, what could you expect? I was eighteen. Am eighteen, I suppose. And everyone under the age of twenty is a certified idiot. Should’ve listened to Sirius.”

Robbe was a little curious. Maybe the password was hidden somewhere in this story, maybe that’s what Willem meant. “What happened to you?”

Regulus laughed. “I drowned in a lake within a cave. You still want to see your boyfriend?”

“What lake?” Robbe prompted.

“You know, I’m not really sure. It was in a cave.”

“Cave.”

“That isn’t the password.”

“Drowned in a cave.”

“Mm, too much of a mouthful. I’ll save that for the next time they change it.”

The knot tied in Robbe’s stomach slowly began to unwind. Disappointment ran off into the excitement of this little game. He thought over the brief summary of Regulus’s life again for any more clues. “Cave Lake.”

“No,” Regulus said. He paused, considered Robbe. “Why do you need to see him so badly?”

There was no harm in an honest answer. “I’m in love with him. He needs to hear it so he can decide what we’re going to be.”

Regulus nodded, as if he understood. “Animagi. I see.”

“I didn’t say anything about animagi.”

“What are you going to be?”

“I don’t know, boyfriends or something?” Robbe had yet to give that aspect as much thought as he’d given this kissing escapades. He knew they would be people who kissed each other. The label would be icing on the cake. They would be people who went to each other’s Quidditch games. Something was still wrong, because Sander should have been there, because—“Sirius Black.”

“You said he was your boyfriend already,” said Regulus. And then, “Sirius was a Gryffindor. We would never make him the password.” He considered the situation. “You’re about to have the what are we? talk, then?”

“Yes.” Robbe rubbed his eyes. He felt a headache coming on.

“I see. So you’re being a bitch because you’re worried, I take it?”

Bullseye. “He hasn’t seen me all day.”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

Robbe shot back, “Are you going to help me or not?”

Regulus stroked his chin. “That depends. I don’t see how helping you would aid the relationship, if you don’t trust him enough to spend one day apart.” He adjusted a flower pinned to his lapel, a bright white lily. Robbe recognized it from the plaque at the front of the Great Hall—many who fell in one of the earlier Wars had them on their portraits.

“I can trust him,” Robbe said. “It’s just—”

“It sounds like you’re about to make an excuse.”

“I didn’t come here to chat with a painting.”

“And I wasn’t painted to be a relationship counselor,” said Regulus. “But here we are. If I’m going to let in a non-Slytherin, it needs to be worth my while.”

So Robbe leaned back against the stone. He pictured himself in the astronomy tower. And he thought. Sander spent quite a bit of time kissing him last night. They were together for hours. This morning, Willem mentioned that he couldn’t wake Sander up. He must have been exhausted after such a long period of strenuous physical activity. And then, he could have assumed that the arrangement was over, that they were something real. Such an assumption would invalidate Jens’ plans for their fake relationship, and Sander would not have to go to the Quidditch match if he was too tired to do so.

Yeah, that made sense. He could run with it. Whatever Sander’s absence had inspired earlier, it was stupid. Hell, it was almost hilarious.

“You’re going to be a clingy boyfriend,” noted Regulus, without a note of humor. “I pity this boy.”

I’m going to be a clingy boyfriend, thought Robbe. If one missed Quidditch match would do so much to him, who’s to say what could happen if Sander was late for a date? He needed to chill out. What they had wasn’t that serious, anyway. It wasn’t.

Some clarity would be appreciated, of course. He had a right to demand some clarity.

“You know what, go ahead. The password’s Lover Boy, if you have to see him so badly. Go on, go.”

Robbe had made a fool of himself during that Quidditch match, focusing on Sander instead of the snitch. He was an idiot for coming here. At least Willem hadn’t lied about Regulus’s help.

“Never mind,” he said. “I overacted.” This would be his first exercise in trust. Go a whole day without seeing Sander, the first since they’d been fake-dating. Go a whole day without kissing him, without tasting the spearmint of his toothpaste on his tongue…

“About time you realized that,” said Regulus. “Get out of here. I’m going to my other portrait.”

Robbe went up the stairs. He walked through the hallways. It was dark. Jana should be with him if he was out. He could lose house points for being seen here.

It was for the best that Sander didn’t come to the match. It could even be good. He’d wanted to tell Jens about how he felt before Sander anyway, even if Jens had inferred it from his behavior. And after taunting the boys with it this morning, it wouldn’t be much fun to end the suspense and bring Sander in as an official boyfriend right away. It could be good. It would be good.

He trusted Sander enough.

He turned the corner to get back to Hufflepuff’s common room. The scene went by in stop-motion animation.

There they were.

Sander and Britt.

In the hallway.

Britt was holding Sander. Hugging him close. He could make out that much. Sander’s hair basically glowed in the dark.

This wasn’t happening.

Robbe couldn’t breathe. He fell back against the wall and mumbled a cloaking charm under his breath. They couldn’t have seen him. It was too dark. He trusted Sander, he trusted Sander, he trusted Sander…

“What are you going to do?” Britt whispered. “What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know,” said Sander.

“You’ll have to tell him something.” Britt threw her hands in the air, exasperated. “Fuck, Sander. You can’t keep pulling shit like this. It’s not okay.”

“I know.”

He shouldn’t be listening in. How was it, in the span of two weeks, all of his important information came from eavesdropping on other people’s conversations. He hated it. He couldn’t keep himself away.

“I’m not in love with him,” said Sander. The conviction in his voice was surprising; whatever disappointment had dulled in Robbe’s soul earlier returned with a surge fierce enough to take Robbe to his knees. But not really.

He just stood there. Everyone under the age of twenty was a certified idiot. He was a certified idiot. It didn’t mean anything. Nothing ever meant anything.

Okay.

“Well then,” Britt said, her arms wrapped tight around Sander’s neck, “there’s nothing more to it than that.”

Robbe couldn’t bear to hear the rest. His legs carried him back into the Hufflepuff common room without another word.

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The Coming War for the North, Part 3: The Battle of the Bastards

To see the previous installments of this series, part 1 and part 2 are available to read here and here, respectively.

The idea that Jon and Ramsay would fight has been around for a while, even before the TV show. There are a lot of signs pointing to a similar confrontation in the books, but how it unfolds might be a little different from the show. In this final section, I'll get right down to business on this final battle for Winterfell, and the purpose and themes this plot line.

Two Snows & Winterfell

Jon and Ramsay are two very different, and somewhat very similar characters. Throughout ADWD Jon has letters sent by Ramsay detailing events transpiring in the North, including the retaking of Moat Cailin, and the marriage of Arya Stark (really Jeyne Poole) to the newly legitimized Ramsay Bolton. Stannis also begins his campaign to take the North, and sends letters to Jon detailing his movements and what he is doing. When confronted by Melisandre, Jon learns that Mance Rayder was actually Rattleshirt in magic disguise, and Rattleshirt is actually Mance in magic disguise, and with Melisandre's nudging, agrees to send Mance and six spearwives to rescue Arya from Winterfell.

Then Ramsay sends the pink letter and tells Jon that he defeated Stannis, has captured Mance, and demands Stannis's family and allies or he will attack the Night's Watch. Don't forget that Jon is the one who started this, not Ramsay. He was the instigator, helping Stannis and taking Arya away from Ramsay. Not to say Ramsay is in the right here morally (quite the opposite), but Jon did break his vows for this to happen, and he wasn't really on Ramsay's radar until this happened. Thus, ADWD has set up a rivalry between the two. However, the two characters have a lot in common to be set up as foils to each other.

Both are bastards of a very prominent noble lord of the North. Both resent their bastard status and yearn for approval to be a trueborn member of their House. And both want Winterfell. Ramsay already has Winterfell and is declared the Lord of Winterfell, while Jon nearly took Stannis's offer to be Lord of Winterfell, before rejecting it to keep his vows to the Night's Watch, while still yearning to have Winterfell. However, from there, they are complete opposites.

Ramsay is a demon in human skin, a sadistic serial killer and rapist who enjoys torture and murder, and has no regard for the laws of men. Meanwhile, Jon, as raised by Ned, is a noble and honourable person who tries his best to keep his oath and honour intact (although he does forsake it at the end of ADWD). In the season 4 DVD extras for Game of Thrones, GRRM himself even talks about this.

The relationship between Roose and Ramsay is, in some ways, a dark counterpoint to the relation between Ned Stark and Jon Snow. In both cases, a noble father with a bastard son. Jon and Ramsay are literally the opposite to each other. Jon is very noble and honorable. And Ramsay is none of those things. Roose himself is a cold and calculating man. A dispassionate man. "I placed far too much trust in you." But their treatment of the bastard son is very different. Ned keeps Jon Snow at Winterfell and he's raised with Robb and Bran. For all practical purposes, he is one of Ned's sons. Ramsay gets nothing from Roose.

Given the fact we have good build up between a rivalry between them, and that they are foils of each other, a confrontation between the two seems very likely. And even more so when you look both at the past history and at ADWD. The Stark-Bolton rivalry is the longest and most prominent feud in the North, supposedly dating back to the Long Night. Numerous wars were fought between the Red Kings from the Dreadfort and the Kings of Winter from Winterfell, some of them ending in Bolton victory. At least twice, two Bolton kings (both named Royce) took and burnt Winterfell (and it happened a third time in ACOK when Ramsay did it). The Boltons also were alleged to have flayed and worn the skins of Stark princes as cloaks.

In a way, this rivalry is a very dark, yet still grounded fantasy version of werwolves and vampires. There are quite a lot of stories including werewolves and vampires that have the two be natural enemies, with feuds that go back centuries sometimes. Of course, both the Starks and Boltons take on very clear roles as werewolves and vampires. Starks have warg blood in them (even if not all of them were wargs), and many of them have dreams at night of being a wolf and rampaging around, which sounds very much like old werewolf legends. The Boltons being vampires, on the other hand, is less magical and more implied.

The Boltons have this unearthly, sinister feel and look to them that makes them appear somewhat inhuman, with pale eyes variously described as dirty chips of ice or pale moons, and a look about themselves that is similar to some descriptions of vampires. Then of course there is the Dreadfort, a spooky old castle ruled by a very spooky and yet somewhat cultured man (Dracula anyone)? Then of course we have all the very creepy images of Boltons flaying people, and Ramsay sometimes writing using human blood as ink.

Basically, what I'm saying is that ASOIAF has done what Twilight did but better.

To go back to the future, it makes thematic and narrative sense for the Starks to retake Winterfell from their ancient nemesis. The rivalry began between a Stark and a Bolton, and will end with a Stark bastard and a Bolton bastard, fighting over dominance of the North and of Winterfell.

The Battle of the Bastards

At first glance, it seems like it's a no brainer for how this battle will unfold. Ramsay is gonna lose a lot of support, and Jon will have all the support and completely demolish Ramsay. However, while I do think it will end in victory for Jon (and not without outside help), I think that both are going to be in rather desperate positions, Jon maybe more so.

After Jon's resurrection, there is no question in my mind that he is going to head south. Those were his last thoughts and actions as he died, similar to how Catelyn killing a Frey and her grief of losing her family was the last action and thought before she died, and Beric protecting the smallfolk from the Mountain was his last act before dying. Given the strong implication he is inside Ghost, coming back, we should expect a darker, different Jon, one who doesn't give a shit, is more violent, and more determined. Of course, if he is to retake Winterfell, he should need support.

Fortunately, right before he died, he got all the free folk to cheer for him and agree to join him. Mix those free folk with the giants and mammoths that were recently let past Eastwatch, and he might have a formidable force. However, of the 4,119 or so free folk that are currently south of the Wall, not all of them are fighters. If we take the estimate for 20,000 warriors and 100,000 free folk in total, then we should expect around 820+ free folk capable of fighting. Not a lot. He will need some outside help. Of course, there is already set up for that in ADWD, when he marries Alys Karstark to Magnar Sigorn of Thenn.

He tells a captive Cregan Karstark to send word to his relatives at Karhold and yield to prevent their deaths, but Cregan stubbornly refuses. Alys believes Karhold will open their gates to her, and Alys is thankful for Jon Snow providing her refuge at the Wall and a marriage to get out of an even worse one she did not want. The strength of Karhold may not be the best, but it seems very likely for Karhold to join Jon and his cause, under the banners of Alys.

As for the other houses of the North, I don't expect much more support. Think about how Jon will look to the Northmen. He is a bastard, and those are already quite condemned throughout the North (and Westeros in general). He broke his vows by leaving the Night's Watch, and since the North takes vows and oaths and honour much more seriously than the rest of Westeros, being an oathbreaker who abandoned the Wall is not going to make him popular. And finally, he is leading a band of wildlings south. The North despises the free folk, thinking of them as savages, thanks to centuries of conflict with them. So the picture of Jon painted as an oathbreaking wildling bastard is going to be a major problem for him. At worst, he would be viewed just as evil and treacherous as Ramsay, the other prominent bastard in the North.

In fact, even if Ramsay loses a lot of support from his own actions (more later), he could use this to his advantage. At best, the northerns who hate Jon will remain neutral in the conflict, but at worst, they might even ally with the Boltons. The clansmen have a deep hatred of House Bolton, but they also have a very deep hatred of the free folk, so they may actually remain neutral. The Umbers are another House that deals frequently with wildlings, and many years prior, Crowfood lost his daughter to wildlings raiding south of the Wall. So instead of Jon's presence invigorating the Umbers to fight against Ramsay, their own vehement hatred of the wildlings might lead them to simply stick with Ramsay.

However, that isn't to say everything will go swimmingly for Ramsay. Their hold on the North is tentative, and if Ramsay kills Roose and Walda and their child, it could become even more unstable. For one, Lady Barbrey Dustin isn't loyal to the Boltons, but instead loyal to Roose. Her sister was the former wife of Roose, and Domeric was her nephew, so Lady Dustin has reason to be on friendly terms with Roose. On the other hand, she despises Ramsay, blaming him for Domeric's death, and not even allowing him to step foot in Barrow Hall because of it. In turn, Ramsay also holds her in contempt.

"It should have been you who threw the feast, to welcome me back," Ramsay complained, "and it should have been in Barrow Hall, not this pisspot of a castle." "Barrow Hall and its kitchens are not mine to dispose of," his father said mildly. "I am only a guest there. The castle and the town belong to Lady Dustin, and she cannot abide you." Ramsay's face darkened. "If I cut off her teats and feed them to my girls, will she abide me then? Will she abide me if I strip off her skin to make myself a pair of boots?" "Unlikely. And those boots would come dear. They would cost us Barrowton, House Dustin, and the Ryswells."

If Roose dies, not only would Lady Dustin probably suspect Ramsay, but she would simply not follow Ramsay. So already, just by becoming Warden of the North and Lord of the Dreadfort, Ramsay would lose the Dustins and the Ryswells. Of course, since Lady Dustin does have a grievance with the Starks because Ned never brought her husband home from Dorne, I think she would probably remain neutral in the conflict.

Other houses might leave Ramsay too. Some might stay simply out of fear of retaliation for betrayal. It will depend on the House, their head, their own needs and goals, etc. As for the actual battle itself, who knows what will happen. However, I do think that Ramsay will likely try to lure Jon into some sort of trap rather than give him a direct face to face confrontation. There is also very interesting foreshadowing and even direct confirmation that the battle is going to be possibly more magical than we might believe it to be. Not only are there giants and mammoths... in the final script GRRM wrote for the show, he put in this note:

[N.B. A note for future reference. A season or two down the line Ramsay’s pack of wolfhounds are going to be sent against the Stark direwolves, so we should build up the dogs as much as possible in this and subsequent episodes.]

So the hounds are going to fight the Stark direwolves... wait, direwoves? Not direwolf? Curious...

The Pack Survives

I purposefully avoided the other factions of the North there, because the heart of the conflict will be Ramsay vs. Jon. But Jon won't be alone, at least not entirely. There is Rickon, who is to be touted as the Lord of Winterfell by the Manderlys so they can support Stannis. He isn't even the only Stark who could join in. Sansa is in the Vale under the guise of Alayne Stone. Arya keeps warging into Nymeria, who leads a massive pack of hundreds of wolves throughout the Riverlands. Bran is training his demigod greenseeing powers beyond the Wall with Bloodraven and is definitely manipulating events far south of the Wall.

So, the plural of direwolves makes me think Ghost won't be the only Stark direwolf fighting against Ramsay. We could get Nymeria's wolf pack joining as well, and Shaggydog, or even Summer (if Bran is in the North at this time that is). In fact, the idea that Ramsay will fight against Rickon is something that is heavily hinted at in ADWD.

The next litter to come out of the Dreadfort's kennels would include a Kyra, Reek did not doubt. "He's trained 'em to kill wolves as well," Ben Bones had confided. Reek said nothing. He knew which wolves the girls were meant to kill, but he had no wish to watch the girls fighting over his severed toe.

And then, more directly...

"Stark's little wolflings are dead," said Ramsay, sloshing some more ale into his cup, "and they'll stay dead. Let them show their ugly faces, and my girls will rip those wolves of theirs to pieces. The sooner they turn up, the sooner I kill them again."

Ramsay may be impulsive and unaware of intricate politics, but he seems prepared for what to do should Bran or Rickon show themselves again. This makes me worried for Rickon, honestly. Will Ramsay capture Rickon and keep him prisoner as hold over Jon Snow? Will he kill Rickon like he did in the show? I really, really hope not, but I'm afraid that's exactly what will happen.

There is a line that Ned spoke in AGOT that George says will eventually be very important, that I think perfectly applies to this situation.

"When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives."

Ned speaks to Arya about this in King's Landing, to get her to understand that the Starks should not fight one another in times of danger, or be isolated from each other, but look after one another, protect each other. Winter has now come, the snows are falling and the white winds are blowing. Who is the lone wolf in this scenario? While Jon certainly fits the bill (he literally is a lone wolf, it's very clear at the end of ADWD he was prepared to ride to Winterfell all by himself until he got the wildlings to his side), I think Rickon could too.

Rickon is very isolated from everyone else, even when he was at Winterfell. He was only 4 years old, and didn't understand why everyone was leaving him. Given the plan to use Rickon as a pawn to reinstall Stark rule of the North being something we can cheer for and expect to happen, I don't think it will happen. Rickon, the lone wolf, will be used to try to depose Ramsay, but it won't go well, and he will die because of it.

Jon will probably find himself in a bad position in battle too, and very nearly die as the lone wolf... but now that winter is here, and everyone is starting to converge on Winterfell at some point, I think that it won't be Jon who ultimately retakes Winterfell: it will be all the Starks. Sansa may be in the Vale, but Littlefinger plans to use her to take Winterfell back at some point (even if it won't go exactly to plan).

"When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn's bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon . . . and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden's cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back . . . why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright."

Arya is having a lot of wolf dreams as Nymeria, and GRRM has said that her wolf pack will one day be used as a Chekov's gun. Bran may be far away, but he is getting more powerful and beginning to influence events as far south as Winterfell. The pack comes together to survive in winter, to help Jon and the North by defeating their enemies.

So as Jon fights against the bastard he so deeply despises, it won't just be him. It'll be the Knights of the Vale, led by Sansa. It'll be Nymeria and her wolf pack, piloted by Arya. It'll be Bran, skinchanging into whatever is around. TWOW may end up being the darkest book in the series, and the retaking of Winterfell won't be as glorious as we imagine or even as I spelt it out (Rickon's death and the perception the North has of Jon should play very big roles in making it not entirely happy), but this will be maybe one of our only moment of deserved catharsis we might get from it.

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #jon snow #ramsay bolton #bran stark #arya stark #sansa stark #rickon stark #winterfell #the winds of winter #the winds of winter predictions

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Sweet Pea//no matter what gets in my way

Request: May I please request a Sweet Pea x female reader that’s based off of the song ‘Come for You’ by Nickelback?

hey! before i start chatting at you all, just wanted to let you know about any trigger warnings, so: there’s mentions of therapy, childhood trauma (not in detail, its mainly sweet pea talking about growing up on the southside), emotions and a car accident (near the end) i hope you enjoy!!! have a great day/night!! also the plot of this is completely different to the meaning of the song/music video. just thought i’d let you know!

“This is quite possibly the stupidest thing I have ever been told to do. And I used to take orders from Jones on a daily basis.” Sweet Pea huffs, flopping onto your bed. A pout takes over his appearance as he stares up at the stars decorating the ceiling and you send him a sympathetic smile, despite the fact that he isn’t paying attention to you.

“I don’t think its that bad.” You drop your bag on the floor and lie next to him, nudging him with your elbow. He looks at you, the frown on his face somehow worsening, but when you smile at him, it flickers for just a second, the corners of his lips curling up a little.

“Really?”

“Well, yeah. You’ve been through a lot. There’s a lot of trauma tucked up in that big head of yours, and if your therapist thinks that you should maybe write down how you’re feeling, then maybe its worth a shot.” You shrug, not tearing your gaze away from the ceiling and he stares at you for a few seconds. His eyebrows furrow as he thinks about what you said. Maybe you were right?

Thats stupid, you’re always right.

“Why do you always have to be the logical one?” He huffs and you smile, turning on your side to face him. Stray hairs fall in front of your face and he tucks them behind your ear almost as soon as they fall.

“Because when I’m friends with you, someone has to be.”

“Yeah, fair.” The two of you laugh before a peaceful silence falls over the room. The sounds of traffic coming from the street below drifts through your open window and it makes Sweet Pea sit up quickly.

“I thought I said, don’t leave your window open when we’re out.”

“I forgot.” You roll your eyes, now joining him in staring out the window. A soft breeze causes the curtains to move gently and the sunlight streams in, casting your room in a golden glow.

“You won’t forget when we’re robbed.”

“We’re not gonna get robbed.” You huff and start to unpack your bag.

“Sure we’re not. This is New York City we’re talking about.” He watches you move around your small room, and he smiles to himself. It seems like the light follows you around, casting you in a constant shimmer.

“We’ve lived for two years and we haven’t been robbe-”

“Finish that sentence...I dare you.” He cuts you off, sending you a glare to which you just roll your eyes at. Sweet Pea is as threatening as a puppy to you and he knows it. But it doesn’t stop him from pulling his ridiculously adorable faces when he tries to be scary.

“Aww, you’re so cute.” You pat his head and his scowl falls into a pout. “See, adorable.” You pinch his cheek making him bat your hand away.

“You’re the worst.”

“I know.” You smile sweetly at him.

“I’m going to my room.” He huffs, clearly annoyed at how unaffected by him you are and his reaction only makes your smile widen.

“Are you going to write about your crush in your diary? Don’t worry I won’t peek.” You tease and he grumbles to himself while walking out. He’s just about to slam your door closed when you call after him again making him stop.

“Yeah?”

“I am really proud of you, you know?” You tell him honestly and his expression softens, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he looks down at the scuffed floor.

“For what?” He asks once he finally recovers from the unexpected compliment. To be honest, he doesn’t know what he expected. You always make sure to say something nice to him at least once a day, and he always tries to return the favour.

He’s just not as good as expressing his feelings as you. Thats probably another things he needs to discuss at his next session. But now he feels a little less stupid for writing in a diary if it means he gets better at talking to you.

“For how far you’ve come. When we were in High School you never would have thought about any of this stuff. But you are and I think thats great. So, as your best friend and number one supporter, I am so incredibly proud of you. So much so, that I got you a present.” You quickly run towards your dresser, digging through the top drawer before pulling out a wrapped present with a little bow on it.

He smiles as he takes it from you, looking at you one last time before quickly unwrapping it. “Whats this?”

“A notebook.” You reply teasingly and he rolls his eyes at you.

You’d bought it a few weeks ago because it had reminded you of Sweet Pea. You’d been waiting to use it, but when Sweet Pea had told you about what his therapist said, you realized that he would have much more important things to write in it than whatever you would eventually come up with.

“I mean, whats on it?”

“Ohh. Its a Sweet Pea. Seriously? Its your name and you don’t even know what they look like. You’ve gone through twenty years of your life and not even googled it once?”

“First of all, you know Sweet Pea isn’t actually my name. It’s-”

“Yes, yes. I know what you’re name is. I have been your friend for the past twenty years.” You interrupt, waving your arm at him and he grabs it, pushing it away from him. The two of you play fight for a few minutes before you eventually give in and he finally lets you out of the headlock he had you in.

You huff, smoothing your hair out and he chuckles, ruffling it back up when you’ve finished.

“I hate you.” You hit his arm and he feigns hurt. “We’ve been friends-

“Not long enough.” He interrupts, a bright grin on his face.

“Too long.” You grumble.

“Shut up.”

“Get out.”

“Gladly.” He smiles sarcastically and you flip him off.

“I am really proud of you though...seriously.” You say, and he stops in the doorway. He clutches the notebook to his chest and he glances at it, a soft smile on his face before turning around to face you, the usual smirk appearing.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t go on about it.”

You just shake your head at him making him chuckles before actually leaving, still slamming the door behind him. Once he’s sat down, he reluctantly places the notebook on his bed, the pale pink flowers stand out against the light blue background and he takes a deep breath, grabbing a pen from his nightstand before opening the cover.

The pen hovers over the blank page. What the hell is he supposed to write about? His trauma? His feelings? And is so, what trauma? Which feelings? This was a stupid idea. But the he remembers how proud you were of him, and he looks at the cover of the book one last time, deciding that maybe this is something he needs to do. No matter how scary it feels. Plus, he’s done far worse things...a pen and a piece of paper can’t hurt him.

Dear Diary,

God, how old do I sound? Anyway, dear stupid diary? Well, now I sound even more ridiculous. My actual therapist and my unofficial therapist (y/n, remember her because she’s going to be mentioned a lot) recommended that i write how I feel down.

I don’t have to show anyone if I don’t want to and I don’t evem even have to read it myself. But apparently its supposed to help, so I suppose I’ll give it a go. Dr Smith told me that a good place to start is to write down why I think I’m in therapy. And to that I told her that there wasn’t a big enough notebook in the world. I suppose I’ll just have to write in tiny letters to cram everything in here because I want to keep this notebook for as long as possible. So time to be honest?

When you grew grow up on the southside, you learn to grow up a lot quicker than you should. You see a lot of shit that even adults shouldn’t be witnessing, let alone kids. Its like you’re always waiting for the clouds to lift from the darkness of the life you lead, but they never do. And by the time you get to like, 11, you’re more like a soldier than a kid. I’ve known how to fight for as long as I remember and I remember back then, before me and Y/n moved to New York, I felt like I was constantly a little wounded. I needed time to heal, but in Riverdale, on the southside, there is no time.

Oh, by the way Y/n is my best friend. We’ve been neighbors since we were born and we’ve been practically inseparable. Whatever memories I have of my life, good and bad, she’s always in them. And when we were younger we made a pact that when we gradated, we would leave Riverdale as soon as possible and go somewhere completely different. So we worked (some jobs more legal than others), and we saved up as much money as possible to get an apartment. That was two years ago and we still live in the same shitty apartment, but now its just more out of comfort than anything else. We like it here and we have some great memories here, so even though we probably could get a nicer place, we probably won’t.

Anyway. I try not to dwell on the past. I don’t succeed though. I suppose during school I had to just keep up appearance. I was in a gang, still am technically and I love the serpents. But its not the best environment to be around. Y/n is always talking about self love and stuff like that and to be honest, I always thought it was kind of just a girl thing. But then I went on twitter and learnt what toxic masculinity is, and with the help of Y/n, Toni and Fangs, I realized that its okay to feel the way I do. Its completely normal and I should get help for it. Which is now why I’m doing this.

So yeah, thats it. I mean thats not it, it. But you know what i mean. Well I suppose you don’t, you’re an inanimate object but whatever. Now how do I end this.

Bye? Bye

To his surprise, he actually feels a little bit better. Maybe this won’t be too bad. And maybe in a little bit, he’ll feel confident enough to show people. Who knows? Maybe writing is something he could actually be good at.

----

“You’re an ass.” You shout from your bed. What had started off as a good day has ended in the worst possible way.

You honestly don’t know how you got here. One minute you and Sweet Pea are talking about what to make for dinner, and the next thing, you’re screaming and shouting at each other while simultaneously pissing the neighbours off.

“I know!” He spits back and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Get out.” There’s no playfulness in your voice, not like usual. Its just filled with spite and it makes him feel a little sick. There’s only one other time that you’ve talked to him like that, and it was when he called your boyfriend at the time an self-centered dick. He wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t the point.

You stopped talking to him for a week after that, but when he turned up at your trailer with flowers and Pop’s takeout, you forgave him instantly. Hugging him tightly and spending the rest of the night watching movies.

But now, neither of you know how you’ve ended up here so he doesn’t know how to make it up to you. So he does the next best thing.

“Gladly.” He scowls, slamming the door behind him. He hears a soft thud and knows instantly that you’ve thrown a cushion at him. “Real immature Y/n.”

“Get fucked.” You shout back and he huffs loudly before slamming his own door shut.

The bed shakes as he throws himself down on it and he burrows his face into the grey pillow. His hand reaches underneath it and his fingers brush against something cold. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he pulls it out and all the anger that he was feeling disappears.

The blue catches his eye first, and then the green of the stem and then finally the pale, delicate petals. He hadn’t even thought of the notebook since he finished writing in it the first time. He sighs, his fingers tracing over the pattern, and he squeezes his eyes closed. His head drops back onto the pillow, not even bothering to move the diary from underneath his face and he moves his hand over to the cluttered night stand to find a pen.

Dear Diary

Hey, so I know I’m supposed to be talking about my feelings and my trauma and shit and i know I kind of forgot about you, but life got in the way and I don’t have time to write down all my stupid emotions in a arguably very pretty book.

Anyway. I fucked up. I upset Y/n and I don’t know how to make it better because I honestly don’t know how we started arguing in the first place. We’ve only ever had one huge argument like this, and after a week it ended. But this time it feels different. This time my chest is aching and my head is hurting. I have this weird feeling in my stomach and I really don’t know what to do. I figured if you’re supposed to be helping me...then help me.

I think she thinks I don’t care. That I’ve just dropped our friendship, and everything that comes along with it on the ground and then stomped on it over and over again.

So, who knows what I’m going to do. I think saying sorry might be the best place to start.

Hey, look at that. You did help...thanks I suppose.

Bye.

Sweet Pea doesn’t even bother closing the book, he just drops the pen in the middle of it and jumps up, kicking his leg out of the unmade duvet and stumbling out the door.

He hesitates outside of your room, wondering the best way to go around it. Should he just walk in like he usually does? Or should he knock?

“Y/n?”

“...what?” You sniffle and he looks at the floor, unsure of what to say next.

“Can I er-Can I come in?”

“That depends.”

“On?” He wonders.

“If you’re still gonna be an ass.” He can tell by just the tone of your voice that you’re a little less pissed than you were ten minutes, but only by a little bit. Like 5%, and he lets out a small chuckle before opening the door.

You’re sat on you bed, your legs tucked into your chest and when the door opens you send him a glare before dramatically looking in the opposite direction. He rolls his eyes but sits opposite you anyway.

“I’m sorry okay.”

Silence.

“Please Y/n.”

Still silence.

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry I was being an ass. I don’t even know what we were arguing about and it kinda just snowballed into one big fight. But if it makes you feel any better, the ten minutes I spent in my room I missed you. Like that JLS song, every seconds like an hour or something like that. Anyway the point is, I’m sorry and I missed you so much that I even wrote in my stupid diary. So there’s that. Now please can you forgive me because I hate fighting with you, you’re like the only person I don’t like fighting with...and I’ll buy us takeout to make up for it.”

“1. Its ‘every minute’s like an hour, every hour’s like a da-’

“I don’t need a full rendition.”

“And 2. You’re diary is not stupid and even though I also don’t like fighting with you either, I’m glad you wrote in it again...so yes, you’re forgiven. And I’m sorry too. I was also arguing with you.” You mumble reluctantly, trying to hide a smile and he smirks, poking at your cheeks teasingly. “Leave me alone.” You grumble, swatting his hand away.

“So, are we friends again?” He asks, his heart suddenly starts pounding, but you punching him in the arm distracts him from whatever medical problem he is currently experiencing.

“Yeah...dingus.”

“Aww, I love you too.” For some reason, both of you feel a blush spreading up your necks after he speaks and the two of you look away for a few seconds.

“So.” You break the slightly awkward tension. In the twenty years of friendship, you have literally never experienced any kind of awkwardness, but that was weird, for some reason those four specific words had some sort of effect on you both, and now you’re not entirely sure what to do. “What are we having for dinner?”

“Oh, I er. I dunno.” He shrugs. “Whatever you want...my treat.”

“Yeah, it better be.” You try to joke but it doesn’t really work. Instead the room feels weird. There seems to be some sort of tension lingering, but its not anger...so who knows what it is? All you know is that you need to both leave.

So you stand. Unfortunately he does the same and the two of you end up bumping into each other. His hands reach out to steady you, grabbing your shoulders and the two of you laugh, although its more forced than anything.

“I’m gonna go check the menu on the fridge”

“I need to pee.” He says at the same time.

“Oh.” You say, slightly surprised and he mentally curses himself. But he really doesn’t know why. He’s told you a lot worse about his bodily functions, and every time you also mutter a small ‘gross’, followed by a laugh. But this just feels icky. “Okay.”

He gestures for you to leave first, and you do gladly. That whole encounter was weird and you vow never to argue with him again if it makes you feel like that. All strange and awkward and unsure what to do with yourself while trying to calm your heartbeat down.

---

Dear...should I give you a name or is that weird? What could I call you? Who the hell knows? I’ll come back to that later. I’m feeling better. I think writing is this is actually working. Its only been two months, but I’m actually becoming a lot better at talking about my feelings and shit. Its like I was blindfolded (kinky) to being able to feel, but now I’m seeing. Talking is great! I’m still a little wary about talking about myself to just anyone, lets be real, anyone can be a snitch, or from another gang.

But I think I’m better at communicating my thoughts and emotions with the people I love like the most. I feel like before I was very close minded, not in like the usual way...because if you know me personally I’m very vocal about human rights and stuff...thats not the point. But I was very closed minded about my own emotions and how to deal with them. But now, thanks to Dr Smith and Y/n, I’m actually starting to believe in myself. Maybe this is how Y/n see’s me. Huh...she must think I’m great.

I know what it means to let someone in and I think I kind of like it. But that’s also where I have one small issue.

I know that I’m supposed to talk about my trauma and shit, but I’ve been doing this for like two months so I think I’m good now. Well, not good. But I need to talk about something else thats much more important than whatever is happening in my brain.

Its Y/n.

Now usually, if I had any issues involving her, I would talk to Toni and Fangs, but they just involved birthday presents and who is that dickwad talking her on a date? But I can’t talk to anyone about this problem, because I know exactly what Toni and Fangs will say. They’ll say its because we’re in love...we’re not.

Its just, ever since our fight. Things have been weird around here. We can barely be in the same room as one another for more than five minutes without one or both of us saying something incredibly stupid. And usually, I’m fine with losing friends, its just part of life. But I don’t want to lose her. I’ve been losing sleep over this. Every time I think about her not being here, my palms get sweaty and there’s like a heavy weight on my chest. It sucks.

Y/n has organized a movie night for us tonight. I think she can feel the tension too and I think its driving her just as mad. She always seems so unsure around me now, and despite how hard she tries, she is terrible at trying to hide it.

I don’t really know what to do and I know you can’t reply unless you’re something from Harry Potter, but I just thought if I wrote it down, I might get some ideas.

Spoilers...I didn’t.

“Sweet Pea!” You’re yelling makes him jump and slam the book closed, despite you being nowhere near him.

“Coming!” He replies, quickly scribbling the end of his stream of thoughts before closing the book again and throwing in under his bed.

Gotta go...byeeeee

“Hey.” You’re already sat on the sofa by the time he leaves his room. The film is set up, waiting for one of you to press play and two pizza’s are sat on the coffee table.

He smiles as he sits down on the other end of the couch, remembering all the other movie nights you guys have had. He enjoyed the ones back home when it was all four of you. But some of his favourites have been with just you. The film is usually forgotten about half way through, and you just spend the rest of the night talking and laughing and playing stupid games, before falling asleep on top of each other at like 5am.

But as he looks over at you, staring straight at the tv, his chest aches. Usually you would end up sitting as close to each other as possible, but now, you’re both sat as far away as you can be.

He can’t remember the last time you laughed at something he said, or you told him a stupid story from work. It feels like you’re just two strangers living as roommates instead of two best friends.

“Do you want me to press play?” You wonder and he nods. The opening titles play, casting the room in a soft glow and Sweet Pea watches you silently while shadows flicker across your face. “What?” You say suddenly, locking eyes with him.

“I-er. Nothing.” He stumbles and you send him a look.

“Okay.” You reply. You don’t believe him, but you give him the benefit of the doubt anyway, and start watching the film again.

You really don’t know what you were expecting to get from this night but you have a feeling you’re not going to get it. Things have been awkward for over a month now. And its the worst. You feel a little lost without him to be honest. You used to spend all your time together, but now you can’t remember the last time you spent more than five minutes together without one of you making up some excuse to leave.

You miss him, and you miss how you used to be and you have no idea how to get back to the point...if you can.

Its the first time in twenty years that you’ve actually seen a film all the way through. And its torture. The closing credits play, and you stretch before standing.

“Do you want anything?” You look down and him but he just shrugs before unlocking his phone.

“Hey, if you ever get lost in the middle of the woods with a creepy ghost lady trying to track you down and tear you limb from limb. I’d search forever for you and then I’d bring you home...possessed or not.” You stop on your way to the kitchen, a small smile appearing on your face as you see a flicker of how you used to be.

”Awww...you’re so sweet.” You smile sweetly at him and he feels a blush creep up his cheeks, although, he’s not really sure why.

“I know.” He says smugly making you roll your eyes.

Its silent. So very silent.

What do people say to each other?

How do you have a conversation?

“Well, goodnight.” You both say at the same time. You quickly shut your bedroom door behind you and Sweet Pea goes to his room. You slide down the door, your head falling into your hands while you squeeze your eyes shut.

He does the same in his own room and both of you wonder the same thing

what the hell happened?

----

List of diary names:

- Doris

- Petunia

- Harry

- Louis

- Liam

- Niall

- Z

Wait, hold on a minute somebody’s calling me. Who calls anymore? And why am I telling you this, you’re a diary? Whatever...oh shit, I’m gonna mis

“Hello?” He answers lazily, barely pulling his attention from the tv playing some cheesy sitcom. His notebook lies closed on his lap, and his fingers trace over the pattern as he waits for a reply.

“Hello. Is this a, er...Sweet Pea?” A woman asks, there’s a hint of confusion in her tone and he rolls his eyes.

“Yep.”

“Hi. This is Dr Floyd from the New York City Hospital. You’re listed as Y/n Y/l/n’s emergency contact.” He sits up quickly, almost dropping the phone and his eyes widen. The TV, his diary, the rest of the world is completely forgotten.

“Is she okay?” He swears he can heart his heartbeat in his ears while he waits for a reply.

The Dr takes far too long to respond. The few seconds seem to drag on for days while he waits to hear if you’re okay. Its already felt like you’re not around anymore, but what if you are really not going to be hear anymore.

He doesn’t even want to think about that, his chest tightening and he has to hold back a sob.

“She has been brought in after a car collision. She was crossing the street when a car hit her. I just want-”

“I’m on my way.” He’s already replied and hung up before she can finish her sentence, grabbing his keys and jacket before running out the front door.

He doesn’t think he’s ever ran so fast or so far and by the time he makes it to the hospital, he’s sure he looks like he should be in one of the wards. But it doesn’t matter when he finds you. Your eyes are closed and you look so peaceful in your bed.

The room is a bright white, with faded green furniture that hasn’t been updated since the 70′s are dotted across the room. A blanket covering your body, a green chair with an awful pattern by your bedside, green curtains that are more sun damage than fabric.

“Shit? Are you dead.” He mumbles, more to himself than to you as he cautiously walks through the door.

“Nah, just lying down. Whats up?” You ask, opening an eye to look at him.

“Whats up? Seriously I have just ran to the hospital because I got a call saying you’d been hit by a car. And you ask me whats up?” He huffs, sitting in the chair.

“Yeah...so whats up?”

“Nothing much.” He shrugs before realizing where he is again. “Actually a lot is up. You’re body in the air is whats up from what I heard.”

“You are so dramatic. You always have been. Its just a mild concussion and a few cuts and bruises. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure.” He looks you up and down, his eyes scanning every part of you, looking out for something the doctors might of missed. When he’s sure you’re okay, he lets his gaze rest on your scratched and bruised face and he lets out a deep sigh.

Despite the bruises blooming on your cheeks, you still look as pretty as usual and his eyes widen as that thought dawns on him.

“What? Are you okay?” You ask, now worried as you try and sit up, but he’s quickly pushing you back down.

“I er. I’m fine.” He stutters. “I think I just realized something.” He admits, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks while he looks at the scratchy blanket covering you...shit.

“Pea?” You ask, your voice quiet. He’s never heard you so unsure of something before. Almost like you’re scared to know the answer to your question. “Are we okay now?”

“What do you mean?” He forces the words out. He knows exactly what you mean. But now he thinks he’s figured out what’s been wrong the whole time. You may have been scared to hear the answer to your question, but he is absolutely terrified to answer it himself.

Its been so obvious but he’s been so oblivious. Toni and Fangs were right. Or at least half right. He’s in love with you. And that makes his heart race, but for good or bad reasons, he doesn’t know.

“Its just. When I saw that car I thought I was going to die. And I remembered us and how we aren’t as close as we were and I realized, that if I was going to die, my biggest regret would be not making things with us right again. I don’t know whats happened over these past few months that have made us not know how to act like human beings around each other. But I know I want it to stop. I miss you Pea. And I don’t ever want to feel that alone ever again...in my bedroom or by the side of the road.” You admit, your eyes trained on the blanket while your fingers play with the frayed edges.

He slumps in the chair, letting out a long breath while your words settle in.

“Did you really think you were going to die?” He asks after a few seconds and you look at him surprised.

“Yeah. One minute I’m crossing an empty road and then all I heard was a high pitched screech and then this car was coming towards me.” You say shakily and he grabs your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “The thing is though. For a spilt second I made eye contact withe the driver and she looked almost as scared as I did.” You laugh humorously and he sends you a sympathetic smile. “When I was lying on the pavement. I was looking up at everyone panicking around me, and all I thought about was you and how you weren’t there. And how if I died, I never would have got to say goo-” You’re cut off by your own sobs and he quickly wraps his arms around you. His chin resting on your head while he cries his own silent tears.

“Its okay.” He whispers. “You’re okay now. We’re okay.”

“I’m glad.” You give him a teary smile once he lets go, and you notice him wiping his own tears away. You grab his hand again and squeeze it reassuringly. The gesture makes his cheeks heat up a little and he has to look away for a little bit until they go back to normal. “Hey.” You start, wanting to distract the two of you. “How many cars do you think you could take on?”

“Me?” He raises an eyebrow. “A solid ten. If not more. And I’d fight any that tried to get to you too.”

“You’re so sweet.” You giggle.

“I know.” He smirks.

“I keep meaning to ask, how’s your diary going? Have you doodled your crushes name in hearts yet?” You tease making him roll his eyes.

“Shut up.” He mumbles.

“Hmm...nah.”

“Its going good. I’m kinda worried though.”

“About?” You wonder.

“What if I’m too good at expressing my emotions.” He asks seriously and you have to stifle a laugh.

“How can you be too good at that?”

“I could just constantly tell people what I’m feeling. Or, I could use really big, fancy words to emote...see, I did it then. And then I just come off as pretentious.” He rambles and it takes everything in your power to keep a straight face.

“Yeah, I don’t think you have to worry about that.”

“Oh yeah? Try this.” He clears his throat. “Y/n. I’d crawl across this world for you.” He tries to say it seriously, but the two of you end up laughing loudly, and he thinks to himself that maybe this won’t be so bad. Maybe he can keep being your friend, even if he is in love with you. Plus, he’d rather keep being your friend and just admire you afar, than lose you forever. “I’m in love with you.” He blurts out and his eyes widen.

“What?” You look at him, your expression mirroring his and he quickly starts backtracking.

“I mean. I love you as a friend. I’m not in love with you. That would be ridiculous. Sorry.”

“Is that why everything has been so weird between us?” You ask and he nods slowly.

“I think so. But I’ve only just actually realized like ten minutes ago.”

“Thats okay.” You laugh. “I only realized when I was lying on the ground wishing to see your face.”

“You mean...you love me too?”

“I think so.” You nod. “Although, it could just be the concussion.” You shrug and he punches your arm lightly.

“I’ll take take.” He smiles. “So, when you’re feeling better, do you want to have a movie and pizza night, but like, as a date?”

“I’d love to.” You beam, and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Hey Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I have so much to write in Harry!”

“Who the hell is Harry?”

“...my diary.”

“...okay?”

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x you #sweet pea x y/n #riverdale #riverdale imagine

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shakespeareismydad · 3 years

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My thought process as I watch season 7 of GoT

-S07E03

-Can Cersei please shut up god, I’m so tired of listening to her talk

-Qyburn can suck a dick

-i have never hated a character more in my life

-this is painful to watch

-oh no not the ince*t, god anything but that, I’m so over it

-STOP KISSING

-no one cares if you're the queen stop fucking your brother

-i would love to see cersei burned by a dragon

-brooding buddies ahaha

-this scene is so pretty, the way his cloak blows in the wind is *chefs kiss*

-tyrion and jon interacting makes me happy

-“are you trying to present you're own statements as wise wisdom” PleaSe

-don’t make me think about robb and rickon PleaSe

-fucking lord baelish ugh

-sansa and her quick fire wit

-there are some chars i cant stand listening to

-ooh is it arya, please i hope it is,

-its bran instead oop, didn’t expect that,, hug it OUT

-bran is so pretty wow

-this is so sweet, the way the snow enhances her hair is *chefs kiss*

-oh no is Sam gonna be in trouble for helping jorah

-this is nice

-i hope sam doesnt get kicked out of the cidatal

-GO SAM

-ive heard so much about Casterly Rock and this is the first time I’m seeing it and tbh the hype wasn’t worth it

-SECRET TUNNEL!!

-pointy stick go stabby stabby

-FUCKING EURON AGAIN I SWEAR

-canny hack it, am not enjoying this

-for fuck sake the lannisters are at highgarden and for why

-I still don’t know if i like Jamie Lannister or not

-they aren’t gonna kill ornella, i hope not

-they really think they're gonna win how embarrassing

-she really just drank the wine

-the fact that jamie is jofferys dad still grosses me out

-S07E04

-pretty op scene

-Tom Hopper in game of thrones whaattttt

-Oh my god, every time i see cersei i wanna take my eyeballs out

-i don’t trust baelish with bran

-i don’t trust baelish period.

-imagine giving a kid a dagger that almost killed him i-

-i don’t want meera to leave

--alot of people died for bran ouch

-wait bran died, hol up, does that hes ACTUALLY the three eyed raven this time

-ARYA JUST GOT HOME

-they better let arya in

-Arya gone ahah

-sansa and arya moment, reunited at last

-this moment is kinda sad tbh

-this is so wholesome

-its sad again, i wish robb and rickon were here too

-”its wasted on a cripple” i bby noo

-brans wheelchair is so nifty

-i love podrick payne

-okay but theyre outfits are kinda bomb

-thats a lot of fucking dragonglass

-secret cave what will it hold

-the children and the first men are smart

-yess queen fight with them, wait bend the knee i- nevermind

-ion like this, does she really think he’ll bend the knee and the north folk will be happy

-what now

-oh no shes angry and doubting tyrion that cant be good

-jon is so pretty

-Daenerys’ shoulder broche thing is so cool, i want one

-brianne and pod training together is so nice

-im so proud of arya, what a bad bitch

-seeing arya ad brianne train has me shook

-”I’m a Bastard” me too jon me too

-ITS THEON I MISSED HIM

-uh-oh jon doesn't look happy to see theon

-are they gonna hug

-NO THEY ARENT FINNA HUG, pleas no fighting

-im glad he isnt killing theon

-the queen is gone?! Miss thing where did she go

-i can't get over the fact that tom hopper is in game of Thrones

-Fuck the queen especially Cersei

-its gone all quiet that means something bad is gonna happen oh no

-this shit gives me anxiety

-thats a lot of dothraki

-"we can hold them off" my guy no you cant

-she brought her dragon good luck holding them off now pahahah

-is this where jamie dies, I wouldn't be mad :|

-miss thing its over for them

-everything is going up in flames i- why are they still fight back at this point

-if ser bronn dies I'm gonna be mad

-sliced off the horse leg and for what

-deadass though if bronn dies I'm done

-i have so much anxiety oh no

-thats a big fucking arrow

-tyrion looks so sad oh no

-jamie is gonna die if he does boost soon

-I dont want the Dragons to get hurt ahhh

-i love bronn but king this ain't it

-HE HIT THE DRAGON THAT DANI IS ON I- THIS ISNT GOOD

-he blew the arrow thing up instead

-jamie leave youre going to die

-mayhe I don't want him to die just yet but he should listen to tyrion and fuck off

-ser bronn to the rescue?!?!

-im so stressed out ahaha

S07E05

-canny hack it they almost drowned

-jamie 'the twat' lennister

-tyrion walking through the aftermath makes me uncomfy, feels bad man

-dragon said rawr

-what the fuck kinda option is bend the knee or die

-tyrion murdered his dad and he'll do it again

-Just bend the knee it literally cant be that hard

-is she gonna feed them to the dragons

-oh my God she is, wait shes gonna roast them, that's definitely far worse than bending the knee

-ashes to ashes ig

-Cersei should be worried, Dani has three dragons why do they think they can win

-cersei gives me a headache

-jon is so pretty and for what

-mister dragon needs to chill

-is he gonna eat jon

-oh hes letting jon pet him alrightie

-it's kinda creepy seeing it up close ngl

-"gorgeous beast" PleaSe

-figure of speech yeah sure right mhmm

-didnt you want jorah dead like three seconds ago

-i fucking hate those ravens

-thats a big mountain

-thats a lot of dead folks oofdt

-oh sam

-hes a smart wee lad

-i hope they listen to sam, hes making very good point

-some of these measter are dickhead

-im so tired of bending this fucking knee

-what the fuck is a wet nurse

-how are you gonna bring a wight to the capital

-this is whisky business

-trusting a stranger is never a good idea but okay I guess

-the minute jon leave everyone starts shitting on him, what arseholes

-sansa is so pretty

-im so confused what is happening

- Ion like this

-oh no is jamie gonna kill tyrion

-not tyrion making jokes as if he isnt gonna die

-wheres gendry i miss him

-look at my mans I love him

-he looks so good,, look at him king shit

-pop off gendry with your big hammer thing,, I was not expecting that

-not miss thing tryna get bronn killed for betrayal i- 🤚🏾hold up

-IS SHE PREGNANT AGAIN OG MY FUCKING GOd,, shes really ginns have another ince*t baby i 💀,, cut the fkn camera

-gendry you had one job

-"youre alot leaner,, you're alot shorter" I king PleaSe pahahaha

-tyrion is so pretty

-jon you need to return cause like, I dont want you to die

-wait is sam leaving,, bye big library

-what is lord baelish up too now,, I'm sus

-only copy of what,, what is he doing

-is arya finna break into his room

-i dont like this,, he probably has whatever arya is looking for on him

-he hid it in the mattress that smart ngl

-what is lord baelish plotting,, it's making me unsettled

-"you need to convince the one with the dragons or the one with that fucks her brother" paahahah I cant pLease that's so fuunny

-tormund and jorah fight let's go

-"were all breathing" I mean ya I guess pahaha

-gendry is so pretty

S07E06

-they look so tiny against the snow

-"down south the air smells like pig shit" "you've never been down south" "I've been to winterfell" "that's the north" "pfftt" I love that whole interaction

-does tormund wanna fuck gendry i- pahahah

-hes allowed to be mad at you for selling him

-jorah and jon are having a moment bless them

-arya reminiscing about her dad is so cute and it makes me sad

-oh no they're arguing

-"beloved Joffrey" ouch

-we were getting along so well,, and lord baelish had fucked it up

-"gingers are beautiful" yes they are my guy yes they fucking are

-dws tomund what dick is 🤚🏾🤠

-uh babies tormund chill out

-the way Jon's jacket coat thing puffs out is so funny

-i really hope Jon's not in love with Dani

-cersei wants to murder alot of people

-wait why cant dani have children

-they looks like ants in the snow

-is that a polar bear,, NOT A POLAR BEAR I REPAET NOT A POLAR BEAR

-THEYVE GOT FLAMING SWORDS

-mans is gonna get eaten alive

-hes gonna die out here and he doesn't even care,, or maybe he wont die i ??????

-where did they get a flaming sword from

-lord baelish needs to stfu

-what is baelish planning

-its gone all quiet again

-jon said slice and dice

-that a loud fucking screech,, oh no I hear rumbling that cant be good

-go gendry go!!

-theyre running across a lake what if the ice breaks,,

-gendry is a fast little fuck huh

-im so stressed I dont want anyone else to die,, especially gendry

-theyre gonna freeze to death

-oh no thros froze, feels bad man

-where did he get a flaming sword,, it pretty poggers

-ive got anxiety

-not sansa going back to king's landing

-miss thing, honey, sansa it's never safe

-yall Danis coat is so pretty

-how to train your dragons type beat

-well done hound you've provoked the dead

-wheres dani and her dragons when you need her

-if tormund dies,, oh nooooo

-someone should help him

-this is so sad

-sis came through what a queen

-the king Walker is gonna throw the ice spear and kill the dragon oh naw

-the stress is coming back

-he just killed on of her dragons,, I'm so shook

-jons gonna drown

-okai hes still alive but how long still he freezes to death

-miss thing you're literally gonna freeze to death dont try to fight

-seeing uncle benjen die, saving him,, that hurted

-the CRUNCH of Jon's coat oft

-shes not gonna kill sansa right?!?

-arya gave her the dagger but now what?!?

S07E07 (this should be good)

-bronn I'm offend men with dicks are just as good with men without them

-the dothraki really just fight for fun huh

-THEON!!!!

-not the brothels 🤚🏾🥴

-the wight doesn't enjoy that box

-cersei you wont be killing anyone,, miss thing needs to SIT DOWN AND STFU

-god I don't wanna deal with any lennister,, apart from tyrion

-i love podrick

-maybe I dont like ser bronn

-im sus,, something bad might happen,, its gone all quiet

-here comes miss thing and euron

-im gonna be sick with anxiety

-does everyone just have a permanent from on their faces or what

-i hate when she speaks

-dragons as a means of travel is so handy

-ats a big fucking dragon pahaha

-constant state of stress

-euron shut the fuck up

-euron is gonna get punched in the face if he doesn't shut up

-sit down euron or fuck off

-cersei shut up for two seconds

-does whe really think the army of the dead is a bad joke,, MISS THING COME ONNN

-does miss thing believe them now after almost being attacked by a wight

-100,000 AT LEAST oh no

-euron is scared lol hes definitely gonna die

-"until the dead is defeated they are our true enemy" Miss thing we've been trying to tell you

-oop mans already been pledged and miss Cersei is pissed

-honestly fuck the Lannisters

-everyone is pissed at jon for not lying lol

-tyrion don't talk to cersei,, that's a bad idea just waiting to happen

-oh lord am stressed

#game of thrones #incorrect quotes #theon greyjoy #jon snow #S7 recap #jamie lannister #cersei lannister #tyrion lannister #podrick payne #brianne of tarth #ser bronn #sansa stark #arya strak #daenerys stormborn #daenerys targaryen

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peaceoutofthepieces · 4 years

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chapter 22.5

When My Phone Turns Off

You can all thank @ciaraparkie for pointing out that this is the best way of doing this particular plot point. You can assume it occurred yesterday after the events of chapter 22, or today before the events of the next chapter.

Jens is glad this is one of the days they’ve planned to meet up with Sander after school so they could all head to the skatepark together. He never thought he’d be so happy about such a thing, but he’s a little relieved to have that extra source of support. Robbe, however, gives him a worried glance and leans in close to him, asking, “Is it okay that Sander’s here?”

Jens purses his lips and nods, squeezing Robbe’s shoulder reassuringly. Sander notices, and obviously understands, asking, “You’re doing that today?”

“Yeah,” Jens sighs, glancing at Moyo and Aaron a few paces ahead. He doesn’t know why he’s worried. At this point, they’ve spent enough time with Robbe and Sander that it’d be impossible to still be secretly hiding any problem with it. At least, he thinks so. At this point, they’re actively supportive.

But for Jens to come out now, months later...he’s worried it’s going to be a little weird. Again.

“Yo, pussies,” Moyo calls back to them. “Are you planning on actually making it to the park today or what?”

Jens flips him off and he laughs, pushing Aaron ahead of him and jogging on down the street. Robbe gives Jens a small smile and Sander gives his back a reassuring pat. Jens takes a breath and follows them.

At the skatepark, he sits at the top of a ramp with Sander and watches the others do a few runs. He waits for Robbe to start showing off, but he’s too busy sending glances at them to try many tricks. Sander watches him in awe regardless, sitting silently next to Jens with his camera at the ready.

“You don’t have to tell them today, you know,” Sander says. “When Robbe asked, he was trying to rush you.”

Jens sighs. “I know. Of course I know that. But I’ve already been not telling them for weeks.”

“Yeah but you’ve only known for weeks. You don’t owe it to anyone to tell them. Not if you don’t want to, not before you’re ready.”

“It’s different, though,” Jens points out. “With Lucas. There’s more to it than just telling them I’m bi.”

“You’re what?”

Jens and Sander look up to find Moyo standing behind them, face surprised as he stares at Jens. Jens can’t see any malice there, any disgust, and yet his chest tightens all the same. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He was supposed to actually tell them, not have them overhear. Sander sends him a look, worried and apologetic, and Jens simply shrugs. He isn’t going to take it back now, even if it isn’t going exactly as planned.

He didn’t have that much of a plan in the first place.

He catches Robbe’s gaze and beckons him over, watching him collect Aaron on his way. Moyo sits down next to Jens as Robbe jogs up and tucks himself into Sander’s side. Once Aaron’s seated next to Moyo, Jens twists around to face them and tries to be comforted by the knowledge of Robbe and Sander at his back. Moyo’s eyes flit over his face, questioning. “You’re bi?”

“What?” Aaron asks, mouth dropping open.

Jens smiles slightly and gives them a small shrug. “Yeah.”

Moyo licks his lips, shaking his head, as Aaron blinks at him. “Since when?” Moyo asks.

Jens hears Sander huff a laugh. “Since always, I guess. Since when have I known? A few weeks.

Moyo nods, looking straight ahead. Aaron looks between the two of them before settling his focus on Jens. “And what,” he pauses, clearing his throat, “what made you, uhm, realise this?”

Jens bites his lip, debates for a second, and then says, “It was Moyo, actually.”

Moyo whips back around to look at him, wide-eyed. “Me?” he demands, as Robbe bursts out laughing.

Jens joins him, giggling lightly as he says, “No, not like that. Damn. I mean, when you told us to check out other YouTube channels, I...I found this guy.” Moyo nods in understanding and waits for him to continue. Jens sighs. “It’s kind of a long story?”

Moyo shares a look with Aaron, then shrugs. He offers Jens a smile. “We’ve got time.”

So, Jens tells them much the same story as he told Robbe. He allows himself to go into a little more detail, backtracking when he realises he’s left something out. Robbe points these out occasionally, when Jens gets lost and starts going too fast, but aside from that there aren’t many interruptions. Moyo and Aaron listen intently, as does Sander, taking in Jens’s full account of the story instead of Robbe’s passed-on information. It makes his chest pinch, talking about it again, talking about it out loud, reminding himself of Lucas at all. It also feels therapeutic, more so than when he talked about it with Robbe, when the hurt was still too raw, the wound still too fresh. There’s still a thread of pain there, twined tightly with a spool of anger, all doused in the overwhelming feeling of loss that he’d felt even before blocking the boy, as soon as the realisation had set in.

Moyo and Aaron are silent when he’s done, taking it all in, considering. Jens doesn’t expect to get anything new out of this, doesn’t expect them to give him any reassurance that Robbe hasn’t already.

Still, they try.

“Maybe he is telling the truth, though?” Aaron tries. “About you, I mean. It sounds like he was being sincere?”

Moyo nods. “Yeah, man. Like, why would you go to that much work just for a joke? And why would he follow you, like your posts and shit if he was just playing a game?”

“He didn’t know it was me,” Jens points out.

“When he followed you, yeah,” Moyo agrees. “But after that? It doesn’t fit. Why would he flirt with you, and come out to you and whatever all for a joke? I would’ve been the kind of person to take the piss like that and I never would have gone to that much effort. That’d take like, a seriously sick person. And I don’t think this dude is like that. Really.”

Jens sighs, slumping until his back hits Sander’s shoulder. Sander makes a small noise of protest, but doesn’t push him off. Robbe laughs quietly and says, “I’ve already told you all this, but if Moyo thinks it's sick and wouldn’t do it, I can’t imagine Lucas would. Imagine how much of a dick he’d have to be.”

Moyo flips Robbe off, but also gestures his agreement. Jens smiles, shaking his head at them. “I was hoping you two would be on my side,” he jokes.

“Well this whole not thinking he’s really into you thing reminds me of another situation,” Moyo points out, with a pointed look over Jens’s shoulder. Sander squeezes Robbe closer to his side and drops a kiss onto his head. “And it worked out okay for them.”

“He has a point,” Sander shrugs, purposefully jostling Jens and earning a grumble in answer. “If he really means that much to you, maybe it’s worth fighting for him.”

“Or at least forgiving him,” Robbe adds softly. Jens looks back at him and Robbe gives a little shrug. “You’ll never be able to let it go if you leave it without some kind of resolution. You’ll always either be mad or wondering if you were wrong. Or both.”

Jens really hates when Robbe’s right.

Still, he shakes his head. “I can’t go back on myself now. I definitely can’t be the one to reach out. That’s a whole new level of pathetic.”

Aaron shrugs. “Maybe he’d like you taking pathetic to a new level.”

Moyo looks around him and makes a face. “What the fuck, man? No. He’s not doing that.” He turns back to Jens. “You’re not doing that, right?”

“Right,” Jens agrees quickly. Even if he’s willing to forgive Lucas, or at least hear him out, at least consider that he was honest about his feelings, he isn’t going to go crawling back to him. Ever. Lucas doesn’t deserve that amount of attention from him. But, maybe he could be convinced to unblock him, eventually. To leave the ball in Lucas’s court.

He’ll have probably already moved on by then, anyway.

“What does this guy look like, anyway?” Aaron questions. “Did you do as well as Robbe?”

Jens snorts as Sander grins, but he pulls up a pic of Lucas. “Nice,” Sander says.

Jens twists around to look at him. “Robbe didn’t show you?” Sander shakes his head, so Jens passes him the phone.

Sander considers the last image Lucas posted, complete with his personal favourite black and white filter, and simply comments, “Cute. I understand why you’d watch his videos.”

Robbe makes an indignant sound and Jens laughs, passing the phone to Moyo and Aaron, who huddle together to examine it. They both hum, and Aaron shrugs as Moyo gives the phone back to Jens. “I mean, he’s no Sander, but…”

“But he’s pretty fucking pretty?” Jens finishes. “Yeah. I know.”

Sander reaches around Jens to pinch his cheek. “But not as pretty as you,” he cooes. Jens bats him away.

“Listen, we can’t tell you what to do, but Robbe’s right. I think you should give him a second chance,” Moyo says.

Jens raises a brow. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d be so…”

“Supportive?” Robbe offers.

“I was gonna say chill but, yeah, actually.”

Moyo huffs, looking away from them as he says. “I get that last time wasn’t my best moment but...I’m not good at apologising, okay? I know I’m not good at these things. I’m learning. But you know I love you, man,” he punches Jens’s arm. “That’s enough, yeah?”

Jens nods, returning his smile. Since the start of their friendship, Moyo’s been closer to Jens than he ever was to Robbe. Their friendship maybe even improved after everything, when Moyo made it clear that even though he wasn’t sure how to react and didn’t know how to be supportive at the time, he wasn’t willing to lose Robbe over it. Jens is glad the same sentiment extends to him, and that he’s coming out at a time where they’re all a bit more educated.

“It won’t be a problem anymore if you’re all done coming out to me,” Moyo points out, giving Aaron a look. It takes Aaron a moment to notice him, but then he starts sputtering, pointing out that he already has a girlfriend and being hit back with the reminder that all three of the others also had girlfriends.

“Okay but wait,” Aaron says, returning his attention to Jens. “Does this mean you’d fuck me?”

“Man,” Moyo says, as Robbe and Jens start laughing.

“No. Sorry bro,” Jens apologises.

Aaron groans. “Who, out of us then?”

“Obviously me,” Moyo says.

“No,” Jens laughs. “Out of you? Sander.”

“Really?” Sander asks, sounding genuinely intrigued.

Robbe moves from under his arm, sitting up to pout at them. “Hey, Sander wasn��t an option last time, it’s supposed to be out of the Broerrrs.”

“Sander is an honorary Broerrr,” Jens points out.

“True, but Robbe’s right,” Moyo says. “Sander wasn’t an option last time.”

“Then Robbe,” Jens says immediately. Robbe cheers, offering Jens a fist bump.

“Seriously?” Aaron gawks. “What the fuck.”

“You’re last again, man,” Moyo laughs.

Aaron protests, “No, he didn’t pick between us.” Moyo rolls his eyes, but they both look to Jens. Jens points at Moyo and Aaron groans.

While they’re laughing, Jens feels at peace. He realises that, for a moment, he’d completely forgotten about Lucas.

#van der stoffels #vds #jens x lucas #wtfock #skam nl #when my phone turns off #wmpto

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angel-deux-writes · 4 years

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I wish you would write a JB What We Do in the Shadows AU pls?

You have got me THINKING, anon. There are so many ways you could go with this?

Okay. i’m literally just spitting words out on this post but the house would be: Margaery, Cersei, Jaime, Brienne, Stan, and Maester Aemon.

Cersei and Jaime: twins and exes, and everyone brings it up constantly to remind them how gross and embarrassing they used to be like a millenia ago or whatever. Cersei absolutely HATES that Margaery is 300 years younger than her. Absolutely hates it. Is also super paranoid and convinced that Margaery is plotting to kill her. Jaime is in love with Brienne, quite obviously, and everyone knows it. He was a master swordsman in life, and is extremely angry that the art has died out, and he’s constantly looking for new things to be good at. Cersei at one point gets a Nadja-style terrifying doll who is just a copy of her personality. She promptly falls in love with it.

Brienne: I’m gonna say she’s roughly the same age as the twins? She knew Jaime in life, and nearly died saving him from something he didn’t need saving from. Jaime turned her, and she’s still mad at him for it. She’s the reasonable-ish Nandor/Viago one who’s kind of awkward but trying really hard. Let’s say Pod is her familiar? But rather than being kind of stingy about turning him, she mostly wants him to be SURE that turning is what he wants, because she kind of wishes that she hadn’t been turned.

Margaery: Is definitely plotting to kill Cersei, or maybe just wants to have sex with her? I’m not sure. My main inspiration for this would def be Jennifer from Jennifer’s Body lmao: she only kills boys. She’s also currently flirting with Sansa, who is a werewolf, which is a Big Deal to Everyone Involved.

Stan: Lives in the basement. Works at an office. Classic energy vampire. Please do NOT get him started. Oh my god he’s correcting our grammar again (this could also be Ned? Or the High Sparrow? Or so many of the characters in this fucking show/book series)

Aemon: Is Petyr, and terrifying.

The Starks: The werewolf pack. I KNOW IT’S OBVIOUS BUT ROBB BEING THE RHYS DARBY CHARACTER IS SO FUNNY TO ME??

#god i hate how much i love this #Anonymous

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pax-2735 · 4 years

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Got Fanfic: A Little Less Talking

Summary: With Jon's big night coming up, he needs some advice on how to get ex-girlfriend Dany off his back for good. He should have known that asking the Starks for help was not the way to go about it...

Notes: I have no excuses when I say I don't really know what this is. It started out as a drabble about Arya meddling her way into a fake relationship between Jon and Sansa and somehow I ended up with this *shrugs*

As always, I own nothing except the mistakes.

A Little Less Talking

Jon leans forward in his chair, his elbows resting against his knees, fingers crossed together in front of his face as he lets his eyes wander over the Starks scattered around the massive living room. He wants to think he’s patiently waiting for their reaction but his jaw is clenched and his muscles are all bunched up and he can feel the beginnings of a pinching ache between his brows from where he’s been frowning for the past fifteen minutes so… yeah, maybe ‘patiently’ isn’t the right word.

But really, can he be blamed? When the awards show is coming up fast and Dany’s texts have steadily grown from playful hints to downright menacing as the time draws near and he really needs some help as to how to deal with the whole situation without having it all blowing up in his face. Which is why he’s here now, telling the Starks all about the whole sad affair and waiting for some reaction that includes more than just the incredulous stares he’s been getting since he stopped talking.

He’d met Dany just as the band had hit big and, at first, things had been great. It wasn’t exactly love at first sight – he’s man enough to admit the initial pull had more to do with the awe of having world famous actress and renowned beauty Daenerys Targaryen be interested in him than anything else – but they’d hit it off pretty well. But ten months and countless fights later he had finally had enough and he’d broken things off for good.

Or so he had thought. Apparently, he hadn’t gotten the memo where it was clearly stated no one left Daenerys.

“I’m sorry,” Robb’s voice cuts into his thoughts, “but I fail to see your problem.” There’s a skeptical look in Robb’s handsome features and Jon sighs, rubbing his hands over his face. Which doesn’t deter Robb, not in the slightest. “You have a beautiful woman –“

“One he dumped,” Arya quips and Jon raises his eyes to see Sansa giving Robb an incredulous look of her own.

“—who wants to get back into your pants and you want our help to do… what exactly? Give you pointers? Cause I could, you know. I definitely could,” he grins, and Jon feels somewhat validated when both girls let out a disgusted groan at their brother’s antics.

“I think you’ve been hanging around Theon for way too long.”

“Gross, Robbert. Just gross,” Arya tuts and Robb looks like he’s two seconds away from giving her the finger.

“What I want,” Jon intervenes, before this whole conversation goes careening off track into a hearty discussion about brothers, pigs and the ineptitude of men in general, “no, actually, what I need are ideas about how to deflect Dany’s advances and get her to back off without causing a major scene during what could potentially be one of the biggest nights of my life.” He shoots Robb a murderous look. “Ones that don’t include letting her back into my pants.”

“Well, those are some nice pants.” Jon’s head turns so fast he’s sure his neck is gonna be screaming about it later, just in time to see Sansa’s eyes finishing up her appraisal of said pants before giving him a wink, and he gulps.

Ok, so maybe the timing of his break up with Dany and the return of a certain red haired friend had been a bit more than a mere coincidence.

Arya is looking up at him with a serious expression, apparently pondering his current predicament, and he’s grateful that at least someone seems to be, before she snaps her fingers suddenly and points at him. “What you need is a new girlfriend.”

Jon looks at her as though she’s suddenly grown another head. “That’s the last thing I need.”

“I think ‘human shield’ is the expression you’re looking for,” a still smirking Robb adds.

Arya scowls and Jon is torn between smiling at her exasperation or frowning with his own but, after seeing the way Sansa is quirking a brow at her sister, the smile wins. At least he’s not alone in thinking this is a dumb ass idea.

“Shut up Robb,” she fires back without missing a beat, before she turns back to Jon. “Don’t be thick and just try to follow ok?” Arya jumps from the couch and begins pacing the den as though she’s a lion stalking her prey. Or a wolf. Something wild, definitely, judging by the look in her eyes. “Dany keeps trying to get back together because she thinks she still has a chance, which is entirely your fault because, let’s face it, your communication skills suck. But…” she turns abruptly, her arm stretched out with a finger pointing accusingly at Jon and he cringes, “… if you rub it in that there’s no chance in any of the seven hells, then maybe she’ll get the hint and leave you alone.” She stops pacing, her eyes darting around the room as though she’s expecting someone to applaud.

“I doubt it’ll work.” Robb’s voice is somber for once, his hand rubbing absently over his beard. “She’s much too tenacious for that,” he adds, and Arya snorts at his choice of words. Robb’s eyes are twinkling with amusement despite his serious look and Jon dreads to hear the rest of it. “It would be a riot to watch though.”

“I asked you guys for help.” He sighs in annoyance. “This isn’t helping.”

“Actually,” Sansa’s voice breaks through and Jon tries – and fails – to not perk up at the sound, “Arya might have a point there.”

Jon arches a brow at her, and does his best to ignore the longing he’s sure must be etched across his face as he twists in his seat to look at her. “Seriously?”

“Let’s think this through shall we?” She stares at him, her blue eyes locking him in place and he nods tersely. He doesn’t want to listen to this – any of this, really, since he remembers quite well the stunning outcome of some of what passes as a plan in Arya’s mind – but it can’t hurt to listen before he says no right? Just so he can make an informed decision.

Nothing to do with the sound of Sansa’s voice or the way her face lights up as she speaks or how she bites her lip as she’s thinking things through. Absolutely nothing to do with any of it.

Sansa nods, looking over to Robb, who is still looking far too amused by his predicament, before her eyes land on her sister. The two share a conspiratorial smile and Jon feels a shiver go up his spine, like a sacrificial lamb waiting his turn.

“Daenerys has built her whole career on her good girl image right? Girl next door, wide-eyed and innocent and all that crap.” Sansa turns her attention back to him and Jon nods. “So, I’ll be willing to bet money the last thing she wants is to destroy that wholesome image because of a man.” She cringes before giving him a small smile. “No offense.”

“None taken,” he quickly replies, although if he’s being honest, there might have been the slightest bit.

“Exactly. It’s not gonna look good on her if she’s seen trying to break up her ex and his newly found love-of-his-life. There’s no way she’ll take that big of a risk because of some random guy.” Arya is smiling like the proverbial cat that ate the canary and Jon cocks an eyebrow at her. “No offense.”

“I’m beginning to feel like taking offense,” Jon starts, but is quite rudely interrupted when Robb decides to pipe in.

“This is the lamest, most bullshit idea I’ve ever heard,” he says, and his face splits up into a grin as he rubs his hands together. “I can’t wait to see it.”

“Even if that could work,” Jon begins, shooting Robb a dirty look for good measure, “and I seriously doubt it would, but even if. I don’t have one. And I’m not gonna pick up some random girl to try to get Dany off my back.” He gives Sansa what he hopes is a subtle look. He knows she’d never think that of him but hey, it can’t hurt to check.

“Well, obviously it can’t be just some random girl,” Arya shoots back, looking at him like he’s dense and Jon narrows his eyes at the implied insult, “the whole point is that it has to be believable.”

“It needs to be someone that knows the truth. We don’t wanna trick some poor girl into thinking this is something it isn’t,” Sansa adds with a concerned tone, and Jon smiles fondly at her. Even when plotting, she’s still sweet and concerned about others.

“And where are we going to find this magical, mythical creature? Schemers’r’us?”

Sansa lets out an exasperated sigh. “Robb, you’re not helping.”

Jon shakes his head at his best friend. “No man, you’re really not.”

Robb splutters. “Well excuse me for pointing out the very obvious flaws—“

“I know where. Sansa.” Three pairs of confused eyes turn to look at Arya, who is back to sitting on the arm of the couch looking pleased as punch.

“What did I do?”

Arya looks at her like a general imparting his orders. “It’s what you can do that matters now. You—“she points another dramatic finger at her sister and Sansa sits up straighter in her chair and narrows her eyes, “—can be Jon’s girlfriend.”

The silence that follows is so thick Jon can swear he hears the ticking of the clock hanging in the Starks’ kitchen three doors down. He’s dumbstruck and there’s a lump in his throat he knows he should be trying to swallow but his mouth feels drier than the desert right now and for once, even Robb doesn’t seem to know what to say.

But Sansa sure does. “Have you been drinking? Or are you just completely out of your fucking mind?” Her cheeks are flushed bright red and Jon can see her chest heaving as she takes a big deep breath. She looks like she’s about to continue her tirade and explain to the world (or the three of them, as it is) exactly why this idea in particular ranks number one in the history of dumb as fuck ideas, and Jon doesn’t really want to hear any of it. He knows why – at least he’s told himself that on plenty of different occasions, all the while trying to justify to himself why he never did anything about this attraction without having to admit to being a fucking coward – but he really doesn’t want to listen to her say it.

But it’s Arya to the rescue and it’s frankly quite possibly the first time he’s happy to hear her say anything since this whole conversation began.

“You’re perfect for it,” she says, sticking up her fingers to number her reasons and completely ignoring Sansa’s look of annoyance at being interrupted while at the same time throwing a pillow at Robb to wipe away his satisfied smirk, and Jon can’t help but be a little impressed at the way she multitasks. She ticks one finger, “You know the truth so there’s no risk of things getting confusing and downright messy,” ticks off another, “the two of you have known each other forever so there’s no possible reason why anyone would think this is a sudden thing and get suspicious,” one more finger, “you two are comfortable enough together to pull off the whole we’re-madly-in-love-and-definitely-sleeping-together vibe which, granted, could be awkward with someone whom you’ve just met.” She puts her hand down and shrugs casually. “Plus, Dany never liked you so it’s gonna make her extra pissed, which is always a bonus.”

“Dany doesn’t like me? I was always nice to her.”

Jon clears his throat uncomfortably, remembering the few occasions Sansa and Dany had met. There are a lot of words to describe those interactions but nice… doesn’t quite make it into the top hundred.

Sansa snaps her head to look at him with an indignant look. “I was!”

“Sure you were sweetie,” he answers while patting her knee reassuringly, and then grins when she huffs in annoyance.

“I can see where you’re going with this,” Robb adds while peeling the label off his beer bottle, “and I can see it working, sort of. But Sansa’s just been back from Essos for three months. How are you gonna work that into the story?”

“Easy.” Arya’s tone is nonchalant as she reaches for her previously discarded soda. “Sansa came back to Westeros roughly at the same time shit hit the fan with Jon and Dany. The two of them bonded over their miseries—“

“I’m sorry, our miseries?” Sansa interrupts but Arya doesn’t pay her any attention.

“—one thing lead to another until they eventually realized what was right in front of them and, bam! Feelings galore, with a whole lot of good sex thrown in for good measure.”

Jon chokes on his beer, his body lurching forward as he tries to cough out everything that just went down the wrong hole. He risks a glance at Sansa, who seems to be having a hard time deciding between looking rightfully indignant or simply murdering her little sister with the nearest pillow. Amidst her indecision, Jon thinks he really likes the shade of dark pink that seems to have permanently stained her skin, even if the opening and closing of her mouth like a fish might not be her absolute best look. She’s still lovely though, no mistake there.

He’s startled out of that particular train of thought when Sansa snaps her mouth shut with an audible clack before she turns icy blue eyes on him. “Don’t you have anything to say about this?”

“That’s… crazy?” he coughs when he realizes that came out sounding so much more like a question than he intended it to be before he tries again, with hopefully a bit more confidence. “Yeah, that’s crazy.” Sansa is still looking at him with a frown and he shrugs, not really knowing what else to say. It is crazy, sort of, but also… not, and he can’t really make up his mind at which is worse at the moment.

“I could buy that,” Robb quips, and Jon is torn between thanking him or beating the shit out of him. Probably a little bit of both. “As long as Sansa doesn’t mind being on the front cover of every magazine from here to kingdom come for the next few weeks. You know the press is gonna have a field day with this.”

Sansa shudders slightly but before Jon can think of anything to say she stands up. “I’m gonna have to think about this for a while.”

“You can’t take too long. That thing is only a couple of weeks away and you’re gonna need time to decide what to wear.”

Sansa extends a hand towards Jon and he takes it without thinking. “You mind giving me a lift home? We can talk about it some more on the way without any unwarranted opinions,” she says, narrowing her eyes at her sister.

“Hey, he came to me for help,” Arya shoots back just as Jon stands and starts following Sansa outside without a backwards glance.

***

Her fingers are spearing through his curls, tugging almost painfully as though she doesn’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away entirely. He continues relentlessly, the tip of his tongue tracing swirls against her clit as two of his fingers are pumping in and out of her, and her whole body shudders before she lets out a long, low moan of his name and breaks apart underneath him.

He doesn’t let out, still licking at her skin, drawing out every bit of pleasure until she sighs and tugs at his hair more forcefully. He knows the sign, knows that after two straight orgasms she needs a little bit of a cuddle and some time to recover. He kisses the inside of her thigh before he moves up, his lips tracing her hipbone before settling just above her navel. He knows there’s a smug grin across his face but he can’t help himself, not when she’s lying underneath him, happy and sated and completely boneless, with her eyes shining and a smile curving her lips.

If there’s one thing that he’s good at in his life, he’s glad it’s at making her this happy.

Her fingers lightly trace his jaw and he turns his head slightly to kiss the tips, nuzzling against her palm. Her smile blossoms as her other hand comes up to push back his dampened curls, her nails lightly scratching his scalp. “You think they know?”

He drops his chin back against her belly and smirks as she squirms slightly when his beard tickles her, before taking on a more serious expression. “How could they? We’ve been careful.”

She lets out a sigh before she answers him. “What Arya said… that was awfully close to the way things happened.”

“That was exactly the way things happened,” he replies, his breath spanning against her sensitive skin, his fingers leaving the softness of her thighs to trace gentle patterns against the goosebumps in front of him.

She gives his hair a gentle tug and his grey eyes look up to lock with hers. “My point exactly.”

His hands come up to her sides, pushing his weight against the bed as he lifts his head and lets his tongue start tracing his way up. She squirms again when he reaches her ribcage and rubs his beard against her skin, laughter bubbling from her kiss swollen lips and he looks up to give her a smile of his own. There’s nothing he loves more than the sound of her laughter.

His head nuzzles between her breasts before he moves it to the side, his teeth pulling her bra cup down to reveal a dusky nipple. He takes the pebbled bud between his teeth, his tongue licking over the tip before his lips close around it. She lets out a long moan that sounds suspiciously like his name and maybe he was wrong before. That is definitely the sound he loves more than anything else on this earth.

His mouth moves to her other breast and she arches her back, her hands tugging his curls to push him firmly against her chest, like she’s trying to prevent him from escaping. Like there’s anywhere else in the world he’d rather be, like he wouldn’t kill to stay here for the rest of his days.

He leaves her breast and she whines pitifully at the loss, but he’s too busy nipping and kissing across her collarbone and up to her neck to smirk at her. He’s still fully dressed when he settles firmly between her thighs, her hands dipping beneath his shirt to rake blunt nails against his back, her long creamy legs wrapping around his waist as she grinds against his jean clad cock, making him moan against her ear.

He can feel her smirk against his skin and he nips gently on her earlobe before sucking at the sensitive skin beneath it. It’s gonna leave a mark come morning, but right now he couldn’t care less and from the way she’s writhing beneath him he bets she doesn’t either.

“Would it be so bad? If they knew?” He pulls back to look into her eyes, smiling at the way her dilated pupils struggle to focus on him. Her breath is sweet as it ghosts across his lips, her pink tongue coming out to moisten her own and he growls, moving towards her.

She puts a finger against his mouth to stop him before he can even begin to kiss her. “Whose idea was it, to keep this between ourselves?” she asks, a raised brow to drive her point across.

He groans, dropping his forehead to rest against hers. “Not from your family. I meant from the rest of the world.”

“And how long do you think it’s gonna take for the rest of the world to catch on if we start making exceptions?”

“Well,” he starts, using his elbows to keep himself from crushing her so he can trace his fingertips over her face, “if you’re gonna be my fake girlfriend for the awards show, everyone’s gonna know anyway.” He shrugs casually, an impish grin settling over his face and she laughs at his boyish antics before giving him a playful shove.

“Fake girlfriend…” she mutters and he takes the opportunity to dip down and finally take her lips in a hungry kiss.

Kissing Sansa is like nothing he’s ever experienced before and even though they’ve only been doing this for barely three months he’s pretty sure he’s already addicted. She bites into his bottom lip and he opens his mouth to lick inside of hers, his tongue gliding against hers in an erotic dance.

Sansa pushes against him and he rolls over, his hands finding their way into her fiery tresses to keep her lips against his as he brings her on top of his body. When she pulls back they’re both panting, and she smiles before dipping her head down to rain tiny kisses and gentle bites all over his neck.

“Just so we’re clear,” she mumbles against his skin, “we didn’t commiserate over our miseries – that word is entirely unwarranted. You’re the one who’s miserable.” She pulls back slightly and Jon can feel her smiling. “It’s why you write all those sad, depressing songs.”

“I’m thinking my songs might be up for a change of pace,” he answers, and she laughs against his throat, a warm puff of breath igniting his skin, his hands skimming down her back to settle over her ass and pull her closer to where he’s rock hard for her.

Sansa moans and grinds down on him, moving back up to his lips and for a few moments their conversation is forgotten and they lose themselves in the feel of each other. When she pulls back from his mouth Jon whines, his head lifting from the pillow to try and chase them back and she smirks, keeping herself just out of reach, her lips hovering over his but never quite touching.

It’s maddening, really, and he retaliates by letting one of his hands slip further down, teasing her folds with a barely there touch. The smirk is gone in a second and he tastes her breathy Jon against his lips, sees her eyes darkening further as her body shudders and he’s struck again by how incredibly stunning she is.

“If we’re going to do this…” she whispers and he stops, waiting to hear what she has to say. Because Robb is right about one thing - this is a big deal, and it’s going to mess up her life and he wishes he could protect her from all of it, but he can’t, there’s nothing he can do about it and he needs to know that she’s sure, needs to know if this is really what she wants and whether or not she’s going to regret this down the line. Whether or not she’s going to regret them.

Because he can take everything else, but he’s not sure he can take that.

Sansa seems to sense that his mind is spiraling somehow and she kisses him again, a gentle, soft brushing of lips that quiets his mind and brings him back to her. When she pulls back to look at him her eyes are shinning and there’s a playful smile teasing her well kissed lips. “As I was saying…” she starts again and he smiles back, only because she makes him so fucking happy, “if we’re going to do this, there’s only one thing that we need to be concerned about right now and Arya was damn right about it, not that I’ll ever tell her that.” He quips a brow at her in question and she huffs back in mock annoyance. “I’m gonna need to figure out what to wear.”

He laughs, and after a second she breaks and laughs with him, her head dropping down to nestle sweetly against the crook of his neck, in the spot she claims belongs to her. And then he pulls her lips back to his for another melting kiss and that’s it.

It’s settled then.

***

Meanwhile, back at the wolf’s den…

Robb sprawls over the couch, legs splayed open, an arm thrown over the back of it, his other hand nursing a beer like he has no care in this world. Only his eyes give him away, shrewdly looking upon his sister who is looking far too pleased with herself.

“You’re looking very pleased with yourself.”

Arya grins at him as she takes a pull from the beer she’s switched to now that all the scheming seems to be over and done with. “That’s because I’m a fucking genius even if none of you recognizes my brilliancy.”

Robb raises an amused brow at her. “And so modest too. Can I ask, what’s your investment in this situation? What are you hoping to gain from all of this?”

“Bragging rights for eternity, for starters,” she quips immediately, still grinning like a madman and, if possible, Robb’s eyebrows shoot even higher.

“For getting Jon a fake girlfriend to help him get rid of his old one? Hardly seems worth it.”

“Oh please,” Arya scoffs, waving a hand carelessly around, “I couldn’t care less about that.” She leans forward casually, letting her arms rest against her knees. “See, I actually like Daenerys. I don’t think she’s necessarily right for Jon but… she’s really fun to be around and if he has a problem with her he can just sort it out himself like the big boy he’s supposed to be.”

“You’re losing me here.”

Arya rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh of irritation and Robb swears she couldn’t call him an idiot any more explicitly without using the actual words. “I may not think Daenerys is right for Jon but –“ she makes a dramatic pause to raise a finger in the air and it’s Robb’s turn to roll his eyes at her over the top ways – “I happen to know Sansa is just perfect. And,” she narrows her eyes as though daring him to disagree, “even more importantly, I know Jon would be perfect for Sansa.”

Robb lets the silence following her dramatic speech stretch for a few moments and keeps a serious face as though he’s giving this some serious thought. He takes a long pull from his beer and then frowns like he’s just come to a conclusion and it’s nothing like Arya’s. “So you think that getting them to pretend to be together will… give them a push in the right direction?”

“As if,” Arya snorts.

“Ok Alicia, mind dumbing it down for those of us in the audience who don’t share your amazing intelligence?”

Arya shoots him a dirty look, a clear sign her patience is wearing thin and Robb hides his smirk behind his beer. She lets out a frustrated grunt before shooting up from the couch to stand directly in front of him. “There’s no need to push for anything. For god’s sake, have you seen the way they look at each other when they think no one’s watching? I’m surprised no one gets pregnant from just being in the same room.”

Robb scowls when he sees the way she’s now grinning at him, clearly mocking his discomfort. “Course I’ve seen it. I’m not fucking blind,” he mumbles.

“So, since you’re not blind, you can obviously see my plan is perfect. I’m just steering them in the right direction and, in the process, ensuring them both eternal happiness and bliss, which means they’ll stop mopping around and the rest of us don’t have to deal with their pining and longing looks any longer. All with absolute minimal effort and under the guise of helping out a friend, which I’m totally doing as well, by the way, just not in the way he thinks. Flawless victory.” She bows down dramatically, like an artist at the end of a performance, and Robb gives her a one shoulder shrug.

“I’d applaud but my hands are busy,” he says casually, taking the beer bottle back to his lips.

“And mine should be as well ‘cause I need to write this shit down. It’s gonna make an amazing speech for their wedding.” She turns with finality, clearly done with the whole thing, and skips towards the stairs as Robb watches her go with mild interest.

Truth is, Jon and Sansa don’t really need any nudges or pushes or steering or anything in any direction whatsoever, Robb knows. He doesn’t quite understand what they’re doing exactly, why the secrecy and the sneaking around and why don’t they just admit that something is happening between them, but he knows that something is.

Because it’s hard to mistake what he saw in the driveway a few weeks back, when Jon had politely been helping Sansa out of her car before he very impolitely had pushed her against the door of said car and had proceed to kiss her in a way that would have made a lesser man turn tail to give them some privacy.

Robb had eventually done just that, but only after the image of Sansa’s hands making their way inside Jon’s back pockets to pull him closer and the way Jon’s hand had wound around her auburn tresses to deepen their kiss, the other having mysteriously disappeared behind Sansa’s back, had proven way, way too much for him. He really only has himself to blame, he knows, but… curiosity killed the cat and all that.

He wonders briefly if he should burst Arya’s bubble about this whole cock up of a plan of hers just yet and just let the two of them be but in the end decides against it. No harm will come of it and she’s right about one thing – it just might give them the nudge they need to come clean about what’s going on.

And in the end, this is gonna make an amazing speech for him to give at their wedding.

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #jon snow x sansa stark #works-by-pax #game of thrones fanfiction #jon snow #Sansa Stark

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