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#the way to jons heart is his baby brother and sister ok. OKAY.
findafight · 2 years
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Thinking about gay Jonathan Byers. Gay Jonathan who sees what his baby bro goes through and thinks well, people might whisper about them but he doesn't get nearly as much flack as Will. Who convinces himself he's never really looked at anyone so he's not gay. Probably.
Gay Jonathan who sees Nancy as an unattainable girl so perfect that it's easy to have a "crush" on her, especially when she's dating Steve (who came back, rushed in, grabbed a bat and swung when he didn't have to. Could have run away. Who was only there to apologize for being an asshole and wouldn't leave without at least yelling through the door. Who sometimes elbows Jon gently and smiles like they have a secret together.)
Jonathan who likes being Nancy's friend and confidante, who loves feeling close to another person without the pressure of sex or romance, who thinks his life would be so much easier if it was actually Nancy he had a crush on since they fought a monster in November of '83. Who sees Steve rush out of the bathroom at Tina's Halloween party with tears in his eyes and gets asked to make sure Nancy gets home okay and does so. Of course he does.
Jonathan who thinks that he must be in love with Nancy because what else could it be? Who thinks this is what he's supposed to feel so it's what he feels. Who follows her to a man who reads their relationship as something Jon wishes it could be but inst sure it's what it is, who thinks if some random guy sees it then it must be true. It must be.
Gay Jonathan who sleeps with Nancy Wheeler because he wants to be the kind of person who sleeps with girls, dates girls, loves girls, even if he isn't quite sure he likes it. Jon who goes back home to his brother possessed and Steve leading the pack of middleschoolers through the woods with a jacket and sunglasses and a nail-studded bat and doesn't have time to process anything because his baby brother needs him to be strong, to protect.
Who doesn't think about it after everything is done.
Jonathan who dates Nancy and thinks that he could be okay like this for the rest of his life. Who thinks that there are far worse ways to live than beside Nancy Wheeler.
Who becomes friends with Steve again in spring of '85 after the sting of his girlfriend dumping him then immediately hooking up with Jon has faded enough. Jonathan who has a fight with Nancy in May and gets drunk at Steve's, just them two, and kisses him hard. Who wants Steve to be the one he sleeps beside and touches and loves. Who gets kissed back, head cradled gently. Who isn't the first to pull away.
Jonathan who gets told by Steve that it isn't fair to Nancy. That Steve can't do it. Who thinks for a second he's going to get punched, called slurs, kicked out. Who's told that if he and Nancy really are broken up, come back in a week and they'll talk. Who thinks he could have done it, broken up with Nancy and wrapped his arms around Steve a week later and held on, and kissed, and wanted.
Jonathan who accepts Nancy's apology and apologizes himself the next day.
Jonathan who has a fight with her in July, worse than in May, because they don't understand the way the other struggles with prejudice and hardship. Who feels like he might be able to breathe because maybe they'll break up over it. Maybe they'll be hurt for a while but still be friends. Maybe he could go to Steve and ask for another shot, ask for a chance.
Jonathan who gets pulled into supernatural bullshitery again and can't find the emotional strength to sort through everything again between worrying about his job and brother and whatever the fuck is happening with the town.
Jon who moves to California with a little brother and a little sister, thinking maybe the distance will make it easier to break up with Nancy and not ruin any friendship they might have. Who meets Argyle his first day in school and thinks he can do it. Who talks to Steve on the phone after will and El have both filled in their babysitter on all the happenings he's missing from Hawkins.
Who hears Steve gush about Robin, his best friend, his soulmate, his other half. Who listens as Steve says, earnest and soft, that he's so glad he and Jon are friends. That he hopes California treats him well, that he loves him.
Jon who knows it's not in the way he wanted back in July. Who's pretty sure he's okay with that now.
Gay Jonathan who smokes with Argyle because there's nothing better to do and he's still doing long distance with Nancy because he doesn't know how to make the words I think we should break up come out of his mouth. Who watches Argyle smile at Will and El on the way to school and wants it to last forever. Who wants to hold his hand over the console and kiss his knuckles and thread his fingers through his long hair. Who loves so much he thinks he might cry with it, might blurt it out at any moment, might tell Nancy over the phone before he tells her they should end things.
Jonathan whose little sister has been arrested and whose mom isn't answering and who has to deal with Mike wheeler breaking both his siblings' hearts in one goddamn trip and can only think to call Argyle for help. Who drags his best friend into the insanity Hawkins has been going through for years because he can't think of anyone else he wants by his side. Who saves his sister and nearly punches Mike and doesn't hold Argyle's hand.
Jonathan Byers who rolls into his hometown to gate to hell opening up.
Idk I'm just thinking about gay Jonathan angst I guess...
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turtleduckie · 5 years
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ahhhh I love your latest piece with rhaenys being crowned queen!!! the symbolism of jon and egg crowning her, the way each brother is wearing the clothing of their respective mother's homeland while rhaenys is dressed more targ, the three dragon heads on the sword, it's absolutely gorgeous. what are your other headcanons for this au?
Thank you! I just see so many posts having Aegon VI or Jon as the true king and I'm like listen LISTEN WHAT IF Rhaenys is the true heir to the Iron Throne?? As a woman and being Dornish, she would have to face such huge obstacles, not to mention inheriting a crumbling empire (thanks dad and granddad). Wouldn't that make for an interesting story?
Ok so headcanon time. Forgive me if I have to go as far back as the Battle of the Trident. This will give important context to Rhaenys' eventual rule.
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With Rhaegar and Robert both dead at the Battle of the Trident, it would seem like the fate of the Seven Kingdoms was a toss-up and the Iron Throne was up for grabs to whoever could secure King's Landing first. Tywin still sends his armies to KL with every intention to seize power.
Anyway so the Lannister forces are at KL and here I'm following @poorshadowspaintedqueens headcanon on how the Sack was averted: Elia kills Pycelle before he whispers to Aerys to let Tywin in, so with only Varys advising him Aerys bars entry to the capital. (On a sidenote, check out her fic False Sorrow's Eye which details the aftermath of the Battle of the Trident with both Elia and Lyanna making it out alive.) Jaime still kills Aerys but the gates KL only opens when Ned Stark and what was left of Robert's army arrives. Elia and Jaime present Aerys' corpse as a sign of goodwill, and to add to that, discloses Lyanna's location. (Elia knows, or Varys knows, you decide.)
Lyanna is still alive! The battle with the remaining Kingsguard is averted because well technically the family they're serving is still alive and Rhaegar's baby boy, Aegon VI, is declared King and Elia as Queen Regent. Ned wants to take Lyanna and baby Jon back home to Winterfell but part of the deal with Elia was to bring Lyanna back to KL for a "conversation." Ned is obviously apprehensive but he can't risk starting yet another ruckus when everything is so fragile.
So Lyanna is brought to KL and Elia asks her point-blank if she wishes for her (Lyanna) son to be king. Lyanna, who is very tired of all the pain and suffering, says no, she just wants to go home with her son and her brother Ned back to Winterfell. Elia has made her swear it in front of an audience, and additionally, made her tell the true account of her "abduction." (That is, she willingly ran away with Rhaegar but regretted it soon after, especially after her father and Brandon's deaths).
So with Aerys' death and condemnation of his actions, Elia quashes the main reason for Robert's Rebellion. And with Lyanna's confession, she also assuages the Northern lords and those who have taken as another cause to rebel Rhaegar's abduction of Lyanna--because now it would make Lyanna an easy target for blame (no matter how unfair it is).
She also frees Jaime from his Kingsguard oath which mollifies Tywin somewhat as Jaime is now once again heir to Casterly Rock. But of course Tywin being Tywin he still has some things under his sleeve.
With the rebels temporarily pacified, Elia begins consolidating power. She courts the major Houses, makes amends when she can and when she can't, she uses force. Rebellions, though nothing as major as Robert's, crop up every so often but with Ser Arthur Dayne leading most charges, they are held at bay.
(Oh and if you're wondering about Rhaella, Viserys and Daenerys, they're all alive and well. No one's dying in childbirth in this story because fuck that. Viserys isn't as crazed because his mom's alive and they're relatively well-taken care of.)
Okay so flash forward to a few years. Egg is being groomed to be the next king and you can imagine how fun that is for a little boy who loves books and songs and dance. He shares his father's bookish nature but fortunately none of his melancholy. He instead inherits his mother's liveliness and sweet, gentle nature. So in one rather frustrating episode where he is feeling so very suffocated by all these demands and rules and responsibilities, he says he doesn't want to be king.
Which made Elia, Rhaenys (who was in the room learning alongside Egg), everybody freeze.
Elia talks with him later and Egg tearfully confesses that he really really really doesn't want to be king. Then he says, "Why can't Rhae be the Queen? She's so much smarter and she's good at learning and dealing with people. And isn't she supposed to be the next in line, since she's the eldest?"
And well, that made Elia think. She tells Egg to think about all this first and they'll talk again. In the meantime, he should go to his lessons and do as he's told.
When they revisit the topic a year later, Egg's decision is still the same and Rhaenys who had been quiet about this, finally spoke up. "If Egg doesn't want to be king, then I will be Queen." To which Egg nods in agreement.
Elia studies her daughter's eyes wondering about her motivations, if there is a latent desire for power that's pushing her. But all she could see was determination. She talks with her daughter and learns that Rhaenys is determined to be queen to make sure they survive. It surprises Elia a little to know that her daughter had been very attentive to everything going on around them, how their hold on the throne was precarious, how they were surrounded by enemies, how it would take a strong, decisive leader to help them through this alive and unscathed.
So with this discovery, she makes her decision. She makes preparations and plans things carefully. Egg publicly renounces his title, making Rhaenys the heir to the Iron Throne. This was, of course, met with outcry, with some saying this was the same conflict at the heart of the Dance of Dragons come again.
Elia stands by her children's decision though it had cost them some of the support they had fought so hard to earn. Rebellions started cropping up once again with more frequency.
As soon as she was old enough to wield a true sword, Rhaneys started going into battles. Her mother begged her not to and Egg cried. But Rhaenys is very steadfast and tells them, "My people won't love me if they don't see me fighting for them."
Seeing Rhaenys' grim determination and acknowledging that their hold on the Throne is tenuous at best, Elia reluctantly lets her go. But not before ordering the Kingsguard to protect her at all cost.
Rhaenys cuts an imposing figure in battle. She has inherited her father's martial prowess and she soon makes a name for herself. She goes to many more battles and though Elia and Egg's concern never abates, they can see the effect that Rhaenys fighting and winning has on people. It helps quell the unrest throughout the kingdom though it still simmers under the surface.
Rhaenys has a complicated relationship with her mother and her dead father. She loves Elia, no doubt that about that, and respects her for all that she has done to keep them all alive. In fact, the only two people she really cares about in the world are her mother and her brother. Which was why when she became of age, she sends her mother home back to Dorne. A huge part of it is because she can see how living in KL and battling every day to keep them all alive has worn Elia down. And it breaks Rhaenys' heart and she promised that she will take on the mantle from her mother so that she can rest.
But of course, the other reason is that Rhaenys wants to prove herself different from Elia. She knew that she was being constantly compared to her mother and not in a good way. She knows that the other people are wrong but knowing that doesn't change their opinion of her. And so, for better or for ill, she leans heavily on her Targaryen heritage to remind them all she is still a Targaryen though she may look like a Martell. She wears black and red and always with the Targaryen sigil displayed prominently.
Rhaenys knows of how her father humiliated her mother, first at the Tourney of Harrenhall and then when he ran off with Lyanna Stark just after her mother gave birth to Egg. She hates him for it, hates him for his weakness and how he never stood up to his father, but most of all, she hates him because he's dead and that she misses him still in spite of everything. She remembers how he carried her in his arms and how he would tell her tales of the dragons of old. She loved him, maybe she loves him still even as she hates him now.
On the eve of her coronation, in a rare moment of doubt, Rhaenys goes to her mother and tells her of her fears.
"I need to be ten times the man that father was," Rhaenys rests her head against her mother's chest, much like she did when she was younger.
"That's admittedly a low bar," Elia quipped with a faint smile. It drew an answering smile from her daughter and Elia held her tighter. "You are descended from Aegon the Conqueror, who subjugated the six kingdoms. But in your veins also flow the blood of Queen Nymeria the Unconquered, the one ruler that Aegon and his sisters couldn't make to bow, bend or break.
You are both the Conqueror and the Unconquered and you will be able to accomplish things greater than both of them. You are the blood of Old Valyria and of Mother Rhoyne."
Rhaenys looks up at her mother who then presses a kiss on her forehead. "You are Rhaenys, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."
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myrish-lace-love · 7 years
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One more and then I WILL stop... Don't be silly, you don't have to get up for me - I'll just sit on your lap.
Sansa was glad the room was dark enough to hide her scowl as Margaery slid onto Robb’s lap and started pawing at him.
We get it, she thought, you’re in love, great, could you please stop showing off on movie night when I have to sit a good eight inches away from Jon on this side of the couch?
The four of them got together each week, squeezing onto Margaery’s sofa and snacking on the amazing popcorn Margaery had. The delicious, crunchy snack was a small solace for Sansa as she watched Jon maintain the distance between them like it was some kind of religious requirement.
She deserved it, she supposed. She hadn’t been all that kind to him when they were children. She’d been popular. Captain of the cheerleading squad. Jon had been bookish. Shy. Nerdy. He only hung out with his best friend Sam. Sansa had tried over and over to get him to talk when Robb dragged him to family dinner. She’d even ribbed him in a good-natured way about not having a girlfriend.
Which was some pretty sharp irony, considering he’d come back from his second year of college with a head full of gorgeous black curls and some sort of magic that transformed him into an Adonis. Not that she’d looked. She’d gawked, actually, at the Stark summer home, when Jon descended the pool in blue swim trunks.
When she’d asked him about it (once she could get her mouth to close) he’d shrugged and muttered something about hitting the gym a lot when his girlfriend left him.
He didn’t try to turn it into a pickup line, though. Or not-so-subtly flex in front of her, like other guys did. Which was great. Understandable, too, especially since he probably thought of her like an irritating little sister. She wasn’t disappointed. Not in the slightest.
She sighed. Who am I kidding?
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She wished every week that he’d make some kind of overture as the screen flickered. But he didn’t. He’d smile warmly at her when she sat down, in a way that made her tummy flip. Then Total Silence Protocol during the film. Afterwards he’d sometimes ask her in a halting, endearing way about her classes, until Margaery announced who’d be making the movie pick next week.
Which is how they ended up watching Scream. It had been Margaery’s turn to choose. She normally leaned towards foreign films or romantic comedies. But no, this week it had to be a horror film.
”C’mon, Sans,” Robb had teased her last week when she’d gone white as a sheet. “You’re not still stuck in your ‘need a nightlight at bedtime’ stage right?”
She’d given Robb an icy, haughty stare, and he’d backed down.
But now, as the images started to flicker on the big flat-screen TV, Sansa felt queasy. She was terrible about horror films. They bypassed all her good sense and turned her into a quivering ball of fear.
She set her bowl of popcorn on the side table. She could handle this. It’d be fine. Breathe. Breathe. The movie wasn’t even that scary, based on the reviews she’d read online.
Oh god. There was a girl trapped in the house. Of course there was, it was the start to every cheesy horror movie ever.
And Sansa was petrified.
“Hey, you okay?” Jon’s voice had gotten deeper. And Jon Snow sounding sexy right now was not helping. She realized too late her hands were shaking as she waved him off.
“Fine, Jon. Fine.” She plastered a smile on her face. They turned back to the screen.
Even the sounds of Robb and Margaery vigorously french-kissing couldn’t pull her out of the movie. The girl on the screen panicked.
Sansa shuddered. She’s going to die. She’s going to die in that house and she can see her parents coming up the driveway and they can’t save her!
She let out a small yelp the first time that hideous mask appeared. She felt a warm, rough hand close over hers.
“Sansa, we can stop. Turn off the movie.” Jon had his head bent towards hers. He was a whole six inches over the neutral zone.
She shook her head. She and Robb were locked in a childish battle of wills lately, and she couldn’t let Robb win. “I can’t let them know I’m a wimp, Jon.”
She could just make out his smile. “So I’ll tell them it’s me.“
"You?” She squeaked.  
“Yeah. Why not?”
Because most guys would want to be macho, she thought. Would try to put their arm around her or make some other obvious play. Not offer themselves up as a scaredy-cat in front of their friends.
“Let’s tough it out. Would you–” god, she was really going to ask this, wasn’t she– “I think it would help if you kept holding my hand.“
"Sure.” And thankfully, Jon’s hand was thoroughly distracting. When the fear factor started to ramp up again – what was it with that creepy mask, it did things to her – Jon traced the underside of her hand with his thumb. Sansa wasn’t sure what he did to get calluses, but she was appreciative. She shivered when he rubbed small circles on her palm.
It almost kept her mind off the movie. Almost. But then the throat slitting started, and she recoiled, shrinking into the couch cushion.
“Turn it off, Robb.” Jon’s voice echoed in the room. Robb’s tongue was halfway down Margaery’s throat, so he didn’t notice.
And now there was blood everywhere. Everywhere. Ugh, how did people enjoy these? Sansa squeezed her eyes shut.
“Oi! Off!” Jon’s bark surprised Sansa enough that her eyes flew open. Robb finally turned his head. He seemed dazed, but Margaery was perfectly composed. She stopped the movie with a delicate flick of the remote. She turned on the lights. The screen was blessedly black. No knives, no masks, no blood.
Sansa’s heart rate slowed. Jon loosened his grip, giving her the chance to pull away now that they could all see each other. Instead, on an impulse, she laced her fingers with his. She didn’t want to let him go. Jon was staring straight at Margaery, but she thought she felt him squeeze her hand gently.
Sansa must have looked worse than she thought, because Margaery leaned forward. “Sweetie, are you ok?”
Robb’s obnoxious smirk was forming when Jon spoke up. “Yeah, I’m all right. Thank Marg.”
Margaery blinked. “Good, that’s good, dear.”
Robb piped up. “But Sans–”
“–Helped me keep it together. Sorry, slasher films aren’t my thing.“ Jon shrugged.
Robb snorted. "And since when did you become such a baby, Snow?”
Margaery gathered Robb’s face in her hands. “I know, darling, it’s ridiculous. Almost like how you asked me to turn off that home-shopping show because there were snakes in the backyard.”
Sansa and Jon snickered as Robb grumbled about “real world menaces” and “totally different story.”
Margaery let him fume as she clapped her hands. “Well, more time for games! Into the living room everyone.”
Jon ducked his head as they crossed the threshold. “Not charades. Please not charades,” he muttered.
Sansa had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Jon really was awful at charades.
“You’re not so bad, Jon.” She brushed his shoulder with hers.
“Do you remember last week’s stick figures?”
She did. Jon had laboriously drawn a top hat on a stick figure and then stood mute next to the easel.  They’d all stared at him blankly until the timer ran out, and he’d had to sheepishly admit it was Abraham Lincoln. Even Margaery had been at a loss for words.
“But now I know your style, Jon. We can make it work. It’ll be like a secret language.” Like how you figured out I was scared and kept me safe, she thought.
As it turned out they wiped the floor with Robb and Margaery. They found their own rhythm, and Jon even high-fived her at one point when he passed her the marker.
In the end, though, Jon hustled out, like he always did. Sansa’s stomach sank at his usual quick exit. She couldn’t just let him run away tonight. She caught him before he got to the door.
“Hey, um….thanks, for all that.”
The floral wallpaper made the foyer seem small. They were alone briefly. It was chilly outside, but the entryway was snug and warm.
Jon looked uncomfortable as he tugged on his grey jacket. “No problem. Any - anytime, Sansa.” Suddenly he didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands.
“Kind of like protecting your little sister or something, right?” There was her perky cheerleader voice. She only wavered on the last word.
Jon’s eyes were a shade darker. Sansa could see the snow falling through the glass plate in the door. He was quiet, so quiet Sansa thought she might sink into the floor from embarrassment.
Jon finally frowned. “No. No. It’s not like that. Sansa, I–”
Margaery burst in on them. “Oh, sorry! You two look like you’re having a moment.”
Robb was right behind her. “Yeah, what’s going on?” His Big Brother voice was in full effect.
“Just telling Sansa I appreciated the help,” Jon murmured, and he was out the door before Sansa could get another word in.
Sansa sighed. She was in for a whole week of wondering what Jon had been about to say.
But Robb and Margaery broke up the very next day. Movie nights were over. And now, Sansa had no way to learn what Jon had meant.
(The next installment in this series is here on AO3!)
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