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justmymindandstuff · 5 months

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Promise - Jon Snow x Y/N (Reader)

Summary: You are a Lady from House Tully and Catelyn Starks ward. But you love her husband bastard son Jon and he loves you. Your relationship is a secret, but you don't care. But then Jon makes the decision to go to the Wall.

Warnings: implied first time, fluff, forbidden love

Words: 2.876

Gif not mine

English is not my frist language, so forgive me for my mistakes; not proof read.

You sit in the warm room and work on a handcraft. Sansa sits next to you and you both listen to the Septa's words. She explains something about housekeeping and numbers to you and Sansa, but you get bored and Sansa also prefers to concentrate on her stitches. Lady lies at your feet, her eyes are closed and she makes a quiet hum every now and then. Arya, fortunately for her, had hidden before the lesson with the Septa began. She's probably wandering around Winterfell or watching her brothers training with their swords. You are jealous of her.

"Septa, can you please tell us something about the Prince?" asks Sansa. Since Lord and Lady Stark shared with you that the royal party are one their way to visit Winterfell Sansa can only think about the golden Prince Joffrey.

"No, you have more important topics to learn my dear child." the Septa answers.

There's a knock on the door and Jon pokes his head in. Sansa rolls her eyes at the sight of her „Bastard-Brother“.

“Excuse me, Lady Stark sent me to get Lady Y/N.” You put your work aside and stand up.

"We will make up for the lesson." says the Septa.

"Of course." You say, but know you won't mind hearing such boring facts again. "Shall we go for a walk with Lady later?" Sansa asks. The Direwolf opens her eyes when she hears her name, but doesn´t move.

"Yes, I'll come straight to you after I've been to your mother." you answer. You are Catelyn Stark's ward, the daughter of a distant cousin of the Tullys. After your mother died giving birth to your brother and your father was called to Kingslanding by King Robert, Catelyn and her family let you in their house and raise you like you are one of them.

Jon closes the door behind you and smiles at you. You both walk through the corridors.

"Do you know what Catelyn wants?"

"Nothing. It was a lie. Do you really thought Catelyn will send me to get you?"

You laugh. "You can´t do things like that." you say but you smile. "It´s dangerous."

"Is it?" he asks, grabs your hips and press you gently against the next wall.

"Jon no." you giggle but then you grab his hand and kiss him, his grip at your hip tightens. Suddenly you hear steps, you and Jon jump apart and he takes two steps back.

"Because of you we will get caught." You say, Jon holds his arm to you, and you rake under it.

"You kissed me My Lady."

"I am sorry my Lord." Jons gaze is a bit sad now and he opens his mouth but you already know what he wants to say.

"I´m not a Lord.” You are faster than him and he smiles. “I know but I don´t care."

"Do you want to go for a ride?" he changes the topic.

"Of course."

"Good, meet me at the gates." Jon presses a light kiss at your lips and walks down the floor. You take a deep breath to calm down your heartbeat. Everytime you see him you have the feeling that your heart jumps out of your chest and in your stomach fly butterflies. You are madly in love with this man and you have the luck that he loves you too. You know it´s dangerous. He is a bastard and you are a Lady. Your Love is forbidden but you don´t care.

You walk through Winterfell, your home, to the gates. Ghost comes to you and nudges his snout into your hand. Behind the gates waits Jon with two horses. You take the reins from him and get on the horse. Jon also gets on his horse and together you ride off into the forest. It´s a bit cold, but you don´t care. You just enjoy the time you spend with Jon.

Jon stops in a clearing. "Let's take a break." You look at him a little confused, you two usually ride for hours through the forests around Winterfell. And it's usually you who ends up barely getting off the horse because your legs are stiff and hurt. Jon gets of his horse and comes to you to help you, but you don´t need his help. You jump from the horseback and land bevor your Lover.

"Not really Ladylike."

"Shut up Snow." you laugh, and he takes your hand in his.

"Usually, your word is my command." he kisses your hand. "But today I have to talk to you."

You look at him worried. "Something happened?" you ask. Jon sighs, taking your hand in one hand and the reins in the other. Then he starts walking, Ghost runs next to you. You're still waiting for an answer. "I spoke to father today. After the king came to visit, he allowed me to go to the wall."

You stop, forcing Jon to stop too.

"What?"

"It has always been my dream to go to the wall."

"You want to put on the black? You want to leave me?" you can´t believe what you´re hearing.

"No! No Y/N of course I don't want to leave you. But father says the king wants him as his hand. There is no other reason why he should travel north otherwise. And then I can't stay here."

"Robb wouldn't send you away."

"Of course not. But you know what Catelyn thinks of me, when father is gone it will only get worse and besides, what else do I have other than the wall?"

Tears come to your eyes. "You have me. But that doesn't seem to be that important to you." you pull your hand away.

"No! Y/N please. Listen to me okay. Please let me explain."

"What do you want to explain? Why you are leaving me? I don´t want to hear it." You say angrily, you don't want him to leave you. "You said you loved me!"

"I love you."

"You don't leave the person you love."

Now tears come to Jon's eyes too. "What choice do I have?"

"You can stay here with me."

"And then? Continue to hide? Continue to meet in secret? Secret kisses and always being afraid of being caught? In the worst-case Catelyn catches us and she will demand my head."

"No she won't! I'll explain to her that we love each other."

"You know her, she will not listen to you."

"Is that what you care about? Is it fear? Do you not want to see me anymore? But please, don´t leave our home."

"I love you! I can't even spend a day away from you without it tearing me up inside." He pulls you towards him and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is full of passion and love and you cling to him like you'll never see him again. You break apart breathless. Jon rests his forehead against yours and looks deep into your eyes.

“Please believe me that I love you and that I don't want to leave you. But I'm a bastard Y/N, there's hardly a place for me in this world. But I will have a place and a task at the Wall."

"I believe you. But I don't understand why you want to leave. You have a place in Winterfell. Your place is at my side. Isn't that enough for you? Am I not enough for you?"

"Of course." Tears run down your cheeks. Jon carefully wipes them away with his thumbs. “But we both know, someday you will leave Winterfell to marry some old Lord. And then I have nothing left. The Wall is my only way out, even if I have to leave you for it. It is better like this, for both of us.“ It feels like he's leaving you already “Please Y/N please don’t be mad at me and try to understand why I have to leave.”

"I'll try it."

"Let's ride back. You have a meeting with Sansa."

"Now I don't feel like walking anymore."

"I'm sorry. But I just wanted to explain my decision to you."

You nod and you head back to Winterfell. You stay silent the whole way back, you have a lot to think about. Shortly before you arrive, you part ways and you are the first to ride into the courtyard of Winterfell. Jon will follow you after a while.

Sansa comes towards you. "There you are." she calls. "We wanted to go for a walk."

"I'm not feeling so well, Sansa." you say, getting off the horse and walking past her. Sansa looks at you a little confused, but she doesn't say anything else.

Your thoughts revolve around Jon and his decision to go to the Wall.

You try to understand why he wants to leave. And even if you don't really want to admit it to yourself, you can understand his reasons.

You walk towards your room when Arya approaches you.

"Hello Y/N." Arya says happily when she sees you.

"Hello little wolf." You say, forcing a smile on your lips for her. "You weren't at the class with the Speta this morning."

"Yes, I managed to escape." laughs Arya.

"You shouldn't neglect your classes."

"I know."

"I won't tell your mother under one condition."

"What do you want?"

"Come with me and read something to me. You read so well, please Arya."

She rolls her eyes. She hates these things, actually she hates everything that has nothing to do with swords and bows. "Fine." she then agrees. The two of you make your way to your room, you take the book you are currently reading and give it to Arya. It's a silly fairy tale about love, but when Arya starts reading you close your eyes and imagine it's your story. Your love story with Jon.

And then the day comes. The worst day of your life! Today the royal Party will leave Winterfell and with them Lord Stark, Sansa, Arya and Jon. Originally you should travel with Lord Stark and his daughters to Kings Landing, but after Bran fell from a tower, you stay behind with Catelyn and Robb.

You are awake long before the sun will rise, but you couldn´t stay in bed. You get dressed and leave your room. You walk through the corridors up to Jons room. You are not often here, the danger of being caught is far too great, but today nothing matters anymore. You knock at his door, it takes a moment and then he opens the door. He stands in front of you and looks at you in surprise.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

You try to ignore his bare chest and step inside his room.

“I couldn´t sleep and I wanted to say goodbye to you. Before we doesn´t have time for us anymore.” Tears well up in your eyes. You had prayed to the gods that this day will never come, but now there is nothing you can do anymore than watch the love of your life leave.

Jon smiles at you. “I am glade, that you are here, but what if someone sees you?”

“I don´t care.”

“You should.”

“No. Everything I care about is that we only have hours left together.” You reach up to him and kiss his lips.

Jon kisses you back for a second, but than he pulls away. “Y/N.” he sighs and looks at you with sad eyes.

“No. I don´t want to be sad now. Please. We only have a few hours left together. I don´t want to waste them.”

Jon strokes your cheek and smiles. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you. Forever.”

Jon kisses you again, you wrap your arms around his neck. Jon wraps his arms around your body and pulls you closer to him. The kiss is full of love and affection. You know he loves you and he know you love him. Even if your love is forbidden, even if everything speaks against your love. Nobody can take this away form you. Not a King, not a Lord or the Wall.

Your hands run over his bare chest.

His lips move to your neck, and you have to suppress a moan. His touch sets a fire inside you. You know this feeling, Jon has triggered this feeling in you again and again.

His hands roam over your back and then in front and over your arms. Jon pulls away from you, breathing heavily. His eyes sparkle and his lips meet yours again. Just for a second and then he pulls away.

"You have to go."

"Why."

"If you stay any longer, I can't promise anything anymore."

"I don't want you to promise me anything." you kiss him again, this time demanding and passionate. Your hands bury themselves in his hair and Jon groans.

"We can´t." He whispers against your lips and then kisses you again. His hands roam over your body and you get goosebumps all over your body.

"I know what you're afraid of, Jon. But don't worry."

Jon looks at you for a moment. You can see in his face that he is thinking.

And then he kisses you passionately. His hands are all over your body. You snuggle up against him and moan under his touch. "Are you sure?" he asks breathless.

"Yes. I've never been so sure."

You turn around, Jon kisses your neck as he undoes the laces of your dress. It falls to the floor and you shiver.

You've never experienced anything like what you had with Jon that morning. It was loving, tender and beautiful.

You lie together on his bed. The sun rises and you hear the first servants walking across the hallways. Jon’s hand gently strokes your bare shoulder.

"We have to get up." you say.

"I don't want this moment to be over."

"I don't want it either." You turn to him and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you Jon.” It's just a whisper in the room, but to you it means everything. No one can take your time with Jon away from you, even if he leaves you today.

“Y/N.” Jon's voice is suddenly serious. "I will travel to the Wall today and I will put on the black. But I want to promise you something. I promise you that we will see each other again." He kisses your forehead and now you can't hold back the tears. "Don't cry my lady."

"I'm trying My." you interrupt yourself. “My Jon.”

You stand next to Catelyn in the courtyard to say goodbye to the king and his entourage. And to say goodbye to Lord Stark, Sansa, Arya and Jon. You hardly dare to look Jon in the eyes. You try to hold back the tears, but you can't quite manage it. A few tears roll down your cheeks, but you can blame it on the fact that you're going to miss Sansa and Arya so much.

The royal party starts moving and Jon also turns his horse towards the gate. But before he leaves Winterfell he turns around again, and your eyes meet. You look into his eyes one last time. He nods slightly at you and smiles. It's a sad smile, but you know what it means. I love you and this farewell isn´t forever. You will see each other again.

The gates close and you stand alone in the courtyard, and for the first time since you have been in Winterfell, you are actually cold. For the first time in your live you feel lonely. Caytlin says something to you, but you don´t hear what she said. You turn around and run into your room. You lock the door behind you and fall weakly onto your bed. Tears immediately stream down your cheeks, and you feel like your heart is tearing apart in your chest. He is gone. He is really gone.

The cold wind blows around your ears and you pull the fur collar of your cloak further up. You take a deep breath and ride towards the gate of Castle Black. You stop just before the gate and get off your horse. Your steps slowly carry you forward.

“Who are you?” a strange voice came from behind the gate.

“Lady Y/N, from Winterfell. I want to see Jon Snow.” Your voice trembles, but you´re almost there. You´re almost with him.

It takes a short moment and then the gate open and you can step into the courtyard of Castle Black. A lot of strange man look at you. You look around nervously. Your hair is messy, and your dress is covered in dirt and the hem is soaked in blood. Robbs blood.

“Y/N.” his voice flows through you, you turn around and looks at him. Jon comes down the stairs and runs across the yard to you. Before he even reaches you, tears are running down your cheeks. Finally, he wraps you in his arms again. You take a deep breath. His scent, so familiar and yet so strange, envelops you. For the first time since you left the Twins you feel safe.

“Please never leave me again.” You whisper in his ear.

“Never. I promise.”

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asongofstarkandtargaryen · 1 year

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While re reading AGOT JON II I realized how the various sounds play a sutle role in this chapter.

The chapter’s opening paragraph is Jon feeling discomfort to the silence within Winterfell’s castle:

Jon climbed the steps slowly, trying not to think that this might be the last time ever. Ghost padded silently beside him. Outside, snow swirled through the castle gates, and the yard was all noise and chaos, but inside the thick stone walls it was still warm and quiet. Too quiet for Jon's liking.

He’s about to visit Bran for the first - and last - time after the fall and he feels frightened because he has to face Lady Stark in order to do so.

Once he enters Bran’s room - a child who was once bright, cheerful and full of life - the silence continues interrupted only by Catelyn’s unwelcoming words and the howling of Summer.

When he hesitates to enter the door of Bran’s room is like his little brother via Summer is welcoming him to do so:

He stood in the door for a moment, afraid to speak, afraid to come closer. The window was open. Below, a wolf howled. Ghost heard and lifted his head.

When Jon tells Bran that he’s rooting for him to wake up, Summer howls once again:

"Bran," he said, "I'm sorry I didn't come before. I was afraid." He could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks. Jon no longer cared. "Don't die, Bran. Please. We're all waiting for you to wake up. Me and Robb and the girls, everyone …"

Lady Stark was watching. She had not raised a cry. Jon took that for acceptance. Outside the window, the direwolf howled again. The wolf that Bran had not had time to name.

During that scene the silence between Jon and Catelyn is descripted as awkward, which is understanble considering that the grim circumstances their meeting takes place and also the fact that despite living on the same castle usually Jon avoids the places Lady Stark is.

The unkind, unjustified words Catelyn says to Jon in the end break the uncomfortable silence into something else : the weeping of a mother who is losing her son. And that combined with Catelyn’s horrible words haunts Jon.

"It should have been you," she told him. Then she turned back to Bran and began to weep, her whole body shaking with the sobs. Jon had never seen her cry before.

Right after, as he meets Robb in the middle of Winterfell’s yard, loud sounds are interrupting their goodbye scene. Which is again understantable, as not only Jon but also Lord Stark are about to leave Winterfell so lots of preparations needs to be done. However, it is interesting that given Jon’s current state the noise is linked to his confusion:

Outside, everything was noise and confusion. Wagons were being loaded, men were shouting, horses were being harnessed and saddled and led from the stables. A light snow had begun to fall, and everyone was in an uproar to be off.

Robb was in the middle of it, shouting commands with the best of them. He seemed to have grown of late, as if Bran's fall and his mother's collapse had somehow made him stronger. Grey Wind was at his side.

Robb being part of the noise indicates that while their goodbye scene is sweet that he can’t really connect with Jon at that moment.

Unlike the person who is the third one to receive a goodbye from Jon: his beloved little sister, Arya. In order to say goodbye to Arya, Jon enters the castle once more and goes to an isolated room again but this time the place isn’t linked with awkward silence. How could it be when he’s visiting the person he feels the most comfortable with?

This time the visit is accompanied with happy sounds. Arya laughing with Jon’s joke and later on even Jon - who was half an hour ago terrified- is having a laugh:

"Maybe they should. Have you ever seen the septa's legs?"

She giggled at him.

Arya ran to him for a last hug. "Put down the sword first," Jon warned her, laughing. She set it aside almost shyly and showered him with kisses.

Finally, the chapter ends with Jon remembering Arya’s laughter. This fond image and sound of his little sister is making him feel better and he departs from the place he had lived his whole life to join the Night’s Watch.

The memory of her laughter warmed him on the long ride north.

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mummersblade · 1 year

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It is cute (and important!) how we get to see Ghost and Nymeria's interactions considering how little time they have together. These snippets feel extra special when you compare it to their moments, or lack thereof, with the other direwolves, like Nymeria and Lady at the Trident or even Ghost with his brothers in Jon's last chapter at Winterfell.

Summer is outside when Jon says goodbye to an injured, unconscious Bran, and while Grey Wind is with Robb when Jon goes to him, the wolves don't have any kind of moment of acknowledgement or familiarity.

This is the only time Grey Wind is referenced in Jon's farewell chapter. While Jon has his last goodbye with his best friend and fiercest rival, the direwolves are never referred in proximity to one another.

Of course, Jon's last farewell in Winterfell is the most important one: Arya. Here we get some great lines and moments while also including observations by Nymeria in relation to both Ghost and Jon.

Nymeria was helping. Arya would only have to point, and the wolf would bound across the room, snatch up some wisp of silk in her jaws, and fetch it back. But when she smelled Ghost, she sat down on her haunches and yelped at them. Arya glanced behind her, saw Jon, and jumped to her feet. She threw her skinny arms tight around his neck. "I was afraid you were gone," she said, her breath catching in her throat. (Jon II, AGoT)

"Who cares how they're folded?" "Septa Mordane," Jon told her. "I don't think she'd like Nymeria helping, either." The she-wolf regarded him silently with her dark golden eyes. "It's just as well. I have something for you to take with you, and it has to be packed very carefully." (Jon II, AGoT)

This scene is obviously all about Arya and Jon's closeness, not their direwolves', but I do think it says a lot that out of all the other direwolves only Nymeria is seen paying attention to and reacting to Ghost and Jon. She scents Ghost out and calls to him, just as she watches Jon as he talks with Arya. Nymeria perceives and acknowledges them both. There is a familiarity and recognition between the wolves, not so different from the one between their owners. This unique relationship between the wolves was established from Arya's first chapter; just as Nymeria gives away Jon's approach in his farewell chapter, Ghost does the same to Arya in her first chapter, dictating this relationship of being perceived and then wholly accepted by one another.

They arrived, flushed and breathless, to find Jon seated on the sill, one leg drawn up languidly to his chin. He was watching the action, so absorbed that he seemed unaware of her approach until his white wolf moved to meet them. Nymeria stalked closer on wary feet. Ghost, already larger than his litter mates, smelled her, gave her ear a careful nip, and settled back down. (Arya I, AGoT)

Nipping is shown to be a sign of affection for both Ghost and Nymeria when it comes to their owners.

Jon grinned and reached under the table to ruffle the shaggy white fur. The direwolf looked up at him, nipped gently at his hand, then went back to eating (Jon I, AGoT)

Nymeria nipped eagerly at her hand as Arya untied her. (Arya I, AGoT)

Compare this to when Jon threatens Rast to stop him from bullying Sam.

Hours later, as the castle slept, three of them paid a call on [Rast's] cell. Grenn held his arms while Pyp sat on his legs. Jon could hear Rast's rapid breathing as Ghost leapt onto his chest. The direwolf's eyes burned red as embers as his teeth nipped lightly at the soft skin of the boy's throat, just enough to draw blood. "Remember, we know where you sleep," Jon said softly. (Jon IV, AGoT)

Nipping is no longer friendly. Even when done 'lightly,' as described here, the gesture can go from one of familiarity to violence, dependent on the relationship between the creature and the human, further emphasizing the intimacy and trust of letting a wolf's teeth near you. Ghost playfully nips Jon many times through the series, and we get it between Arya and Nymeria even for the brief time they have together. That we have it also between Ghost and Nymeria portrays a level of trust and closeness to one another, too. They have a fond gesture just as Jon and Arya have their own fond gesture (Jon mussing Arya's hair, something they both miss across the series).

(side note: it's funny how the only other thing that nips Arya in THE WHOLE SERIES after her separation from Nymeria is a dragon skull...hmmmmm....)

For an instant she could feel [the skull's] teeth digging into her shoulder, as if it wanted a bite of her flesh. Arya whirled, felt leather catch and tear as a huge fang nipped at her jerkin, and then she was running. (Arya III, AGoT)

The dragon skulls "bite" her on her first meeting with them, but on her second pass through, she sees the same skulls as old friends. For the sharp gesture of their initial encounter, she harbors no ill-feelings for the skulls and finds companionship with them. This can be read either towards Dany and their future friendship, one that may grow from skepticism to familiarity and mutual trust, or it goes back around to Jon (or both!). Anyway, that was a tangent--

The few moments we get of Nymeria and Ghost together are a microscopic part of AGoT, let alone the whole series, but I still think their relationship is indicative of the one between Jon and Arya. It is an unguarded relationship, one built on shared feelings and trust; the ability to show their teeth and not have the other run away in fear. Arya knows Jon will accept her regardless of what she has done to survive. Jon has some of his most vicious thoughts when thinking of Arya's impending wedding to Ramsay Bolton, a fierce protectiveness that drives him to break his vows. These two characters are attuned to their wolves, even if they do not yet fully understand that, and the text already makes it clear how important and mutualistic the bond is between the wolf and its bonded human.

The kennelmaster once told her that an animal takes after its master. (Sansa I, AGoT)

This seems especially true when we look back to Arya's first chapter in the series.

"Nothing is fair," Jon said. He messed up her hair again and walked away from her, Ghost moving silently beside him. Nymeria started to follow too, then stopped and came back when she saw that Arya was not coming. Reluctantly she turned in the other direction. (Arya I, AGoT)

Nymeria's instinct is to go with Ghost, a sort of foreshadowing for how much Arya will want to be back with Jon across the series. She tries to go to him to the Wall, though she hasn't made it there (yet).

Ghost and Nymeria seem all the closer when we go back to Grey Wind and Ghost in Jon's farewell chapter, and then Nymeria and Lady at the Trident. Before Lady's death, the wolves are with their girls but show no familiarity with one another.

"There's going to be lemon cakes and tea," Sansa went on, all adult and reasonable. Lady brushed against her leg, Sansa scratched her ears the way she liked, and Lady sat beside her on her haunches, watching Arya chase Nymeria. "Why would you want to ride a smelly old horse and get all sore and sweaty when you could recline on feather pillows and eat cakes with the queen?" (Sansa I, AGoT)

Lady keeps close to Sansa, distant from her sister-wolf and Arya. Much like the strained relationship between the Stark sisters, Lady and Nymeria share no fond gestures or approach one another, keeping beside their owners instead. This is the closest they get to interacting until Lady's death and Nymeria's forced departure. There is no yelping, no nipping, just a passive gaze, since she remains sitting.

Of course there is also a fact that Nymeria is the alpha female and Ghost the alpha male of the fractured pack. If there is any doubt of their status, the books make it clear.

"I heard the same thing from my cousin, and she's not the sort to lie," an old woman said. "She says there's this great pack, hundreds of them, mankillers. The one that leads them is a she-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell." (Arya II, ACoK)

He had known what Snow was the moment he saw that great white direwolf stalking silent at his side. One skinchanger can always sense another. Mance should have let me take the direwolf. There would be a second life worthy of a king. (Prologue, ADwD)

Nymeria is the leader of her pack, and Ghost is likened to a king. Considering the leadership arc Jon has in ADwD, and the foreshadowing for Arya's potential leadership capabilites in later books, their connection to their wolves can also indicate impending leadership roles in the North and in the war against the Others. I also think the snippet of Nymeria immediately following Ghost can foreshadow Arya supporting Jon's claim as KitN, especially if she does show up from the Riverlands with Robb's crown.

There is a connection between all the Starks' direwolves, as both Jon and Bran think about their whole pack when they warg into their wolves. However, the initial interactions between Nymeria and Ghost just reiterate how close Arya and Jon are, a relationship that is distinct from all the rest. While they may see their siblings as pack, too, there is a deeper layer to their relationship.

Now to get all speculative - the importance of being called to and recognizing one another through their wolves/the connection they have with their wolves will play a role in their reunion, I suspect. There are too many snippets snuck into Arya's Braavos chapters about animals being able to see past disguises, even those of magical origins--all at the same time of her worrying about Jon recognizing her.

She scratched his head behind one ear, and the cat jumped up into her lap and began to purr. Braavos was full of cats, and no place more than Pynto's. The old pirate believed they brought good luck and kept his tavern free of vermin. "You know me, don't you?" she whispered. Cats were not fooled by a mummer's moles. They remembered Cat of the Canals. (The Blind Girl, ADwD)

When she stopped to watch and listen for a moment, Tagganaro glanced at her without recognition, but Casso barked and clapped his flippers. He knows me, the girl thought, or else he smells the fish. She hurried on her way. (The Ugly Little Girl, ADwD)

But they were all dead now, even Arya, everyone but her half-brother, Jon. Some nights she heard talk of him, in the taverns and brothels of the Ragman's Harbor. The Black Bastard of the Wall, one man had called him. Even Jon would never know Blind Beth, I bet. That made her sad. (The Blind Girl, ADwD)

Why make it so clear that animals have a way to see past disguises, magical or otherwise? As Arya is donning new identities and faces even, she remarks on how she can still be recognized by animals she has befriended: the cats she can skinchange into and the King of Seals, another 'royal' animal in the series. Yet she is saddened at the thought of not being recognized by Jon, who, by the end of the same novel, is likely warged into Ghost following his assassination, adding a new depth to their relationship which has not been fully explored in its potential consequences. I think that animals' perceptions of Arya's disguises in Braavos are included to possibly circle back to Nymeria and Ghost, who discerned and welcomed one another (and their bonded wargs) in their short time together. We may see this again with Arya and Jon returning to one another, changed from who they once were, both now wargs deeply connected to their wolves, both physically and mentally different from when they were last together years past, but still being entirely seen and accepted by each other, regardless of what time and hardships have done to them both.

#needleheart #asoiaf #meta #asoiaf meta #needleheartwinter #jonrya #jon snow #arya stark #canonjonsnow #canonarya

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hewantshisbrideback · 3 years

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This all comes down to opinions at the end of the day but I have to say, people designating Arya the Death tarot card reminds me of people who designate Brienne as the Warrior. It's a surface interpretation of their narrative arcs and themes. In Arya's case it's also an interpretation limited not just to the surface, but to the surface of a very particular chapter of her story in Braavos.

Death, esoterically and occultly speaking, is a stand in for the exchange which requires you sacrifice a piece of yourself in order to evolve. The same is true of Pluto, Scorpio, and the 8th house — all of which rule death. This is why the all of these symbols also represent sex (vulnerability for intimacy), taxes (income for public services), inheritances (emotional loss for tangible gain), and occult practices (status quo for hidden knowledge), among other things.

And so, specifically, the Death tarot card in its upright position is a symbol for transformation, rebirth, discarding the pieces of yourself that don't fit anymore, and sacrificing who you believe you are supposed to be for who you truly have become. It's about the inescapable nature of change. It's about how death and rebirth are one in the same because before growth there must be decay. Death upright is about rising from the ashes, sacrificing I was for I am.

And in it's reversed position? Death is about the negative consequences of refusing change. It's about maintaining tradition and routines when all the signs are screaming at you to change course. It's about stalling. It's about stagnation. It's about staying in one place for too long when you know where you're supposed to be going. It's about the loss you incur when you refuse to play the game. Death in reverse is about trying to live in a state of rot and decay. Death in reverse is about ghosts.

And you know what? That's not Arya. Arya's story isn't about why letting go and changing is necessary, about why stagnation is death. She's always travelling. She's always adapting, going forward, meeting new people. She of all of ASOIAF's characters, is always moving and changing. And it has caused her nothing but more pain and more self doubt.

Her saving grace is her identity. Her past. Her history. The friends she's made along the way will help her, yes — but only after the fact, once they've become a part of her history. She will have allies, but they will gather under the name of Arya Stark — not Mercy, not Cat, not even Arry, they'll gather for Arya. Her story arc is about going home, staying rooted in your identity, and family.

You know whose story arc does fit those themes, though? It's Jon fucking Snow.

Jon Snow has been stagnating. He travelled North of the Wall, sure, met Ygritte. And then he returned to the Wall. Let her die. Took command. Just further committing to the tradition of the Black. His entire last arc was about being stuck. Stuck at the Wall. Stuck in the Watch. Refusing to look up. We know Jon's path is to kill Ramsay and take back Winterfell. And GRRM gives him every opportunity. So why doesn't he?

People try to hand him a crown. He's already Commander of the Watch, a leader in the eyes of the Free Folk. He rejects the crown. People try to entice him with control of Winterfell. He's already risen in the ranks of the Watch and commands a direwolf. He digs his heels in. GRRM tells us Jon doesn't need to become a leader — he already is one. Jon doesn't need to embrace his heritage — he already has. We know Jon needs to kill Ramsay and take back Winterfell. But in doing so, he won't be changing. There's no reason for him to try.

Until he learns of the supposed wedding between Ramsay and Arya.

Suddenly he wants to crush Ramsay's throat. Suddenly he wants to march on Winterfell. Because he wants to help Arya. He fights it by putting it off. He denies it, outright, to Melisandre. He hopes he won't have to but it's not Arya on the horse, it's Alys. He has no choice. Jon Snow has to ride on Winterfell.

And that's when Jon Snow, the boy, is killed. Because what needed to change wasn't Jon's ability to lead men, or his pride in his heritage. Jon needed to become a man who allows himself to sacrifice duty for love. And when he awakens, after dying for Arya, spending time in a primitive pack-oriented direwolf, and being risen through a method that we have canonical evidence causes obsession with the cause they died for, Jon will be reborn as that man.

Which is why the Death tarot card is his, not his cousin's, and not both of them, because it flies in the face of Arya's established character arc. Thanks.

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We know for sure that Nymeria would only follow Ghost, out of the other direwolves. This is indicative of Arya's relationship with Jon.

She isn't noted to follow any of the others.

We also have moments like this:

He was watching the action, so absorbed that he seemed unaware of her approach until his white wolf moved to meet them. Nymeria stalked closer on wary feet. Ghost, already larger than his litter mates, smelled her, gave her ear a careful nip, and settled back down. (Arya I, AGoT)

Arya was in her room, packing a polished ironwood chest that was bigger than she was. Nymeria was helping. Arya would only have to point, and the wolf would bound across the room, snatch up some wisp of silk in her jaws, and fetch it back. But when she smelled Ghost, she sat down on her haunches and yelped at them. (Jon II, AGoT)

I do think this will have importance later on. Especially since:

"Some will tell you that they are demons. They say the pack is led by a monstrous she-wolf, a stalking shadow grim and grey and huge. They will tell you that she has been known to bring aurochs down all by herself, that no trap nor snare can hold her, that she fears neither steel nor fire, slays any wolf that tries to mount her, and devours no other flesh but man." (Brienne V, AFfC)

And:

“Wolves and women wed for life,” Haggon often said. “You take one, that’s a marriage. The wolf is part of you from that day on, and you’re part of him. Both of you will change.” (Varamyr Sixskins, ADwD)

Jon agrees.

My last friend, Jon thought ruefully. And I had best outlive you, or you'll eat my face as well. Ghost did not count. Ghost was closer than a friend. Ghost was part of him. (Jon III, ADwD)

I don't think it's super unlikely that Ghost and Nymeria would meet in Winds. George wanted this in the show:

Mysterious Direwolf Plans: Speaking of which: Martin leaves a little note for the producers when writing about Ramsay’s flesh-eating hounds, whom we see hunting down a girl for sport.

[ [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.]]

I've seen it be suggested that it could be possible that Ghost and Nymeria meet and possibly mate and, well...I don't exactly put that past George, especially considering that we know his initial intention was Jon and Arya being together. To what extent and how that would even begin to happen, no one knows. But George did promise that Winds would be a very, very dark book...hmm.

But, in the Varamyr Sixskins prologue, there's an instance of this and while twisted, I find this theory a lot more likely than *Arya/Jon dies and Nymeria/Ghost becomes a replacement for Lady* I've seen peddled around.

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Do you think Ghost may bond with Sansa ?

Hi anon!

Yes, utterly and absolutely.

1) When Jon and Sansa reunite, Ghost is going to be there. Is he supposed to ignore Sansa? Nope. Stark cuddle time.

2) Sansa lost Lady and has been longing for her, and Ghost will be the first of the direwolves she meets again. Ghost will have his own share of loss (Lady, Grey Wind, Jon for a while) to carry, so they will both be primed to comfort each other, specifically.

3) I am very certain Lady’s shade resides in Sansa, the same way Jon’s soul will take refuge in Ghost for a while. The wolves are telepathically linked to each other. Ghost will appreciate that bond, as well.

4) It’s the perfect contrast to - *spits* - Ygritte, who demanded that Jon send Ghost away before molesting him and had a non-relationship with Jon’s soul animal, whose return to Jon in his final ASOS chapter marked the moment he could reconnect with himself and decide “Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa”.

In the same vein, he thought a Sansa-looking Val with dark honey hair (i.e. reddish) looked like she belonged with Ghost and jokingly accused her of trying to steal his wolf.

5) Thematically, Ghost is a metaphorical sword.

Jon shrugged. "Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister." (AGOT, Arya I)

Mind, Ghost is essentially the Stark sigil in inverted bastard colors. So Jon DID get the arms, so to speak, and within the same book he also gets the sword Longclaw.

The direwolf's red eyes were darker than garnets and wiser than men. Jon knelt, scratched his ear, and showed him the pommel of the sword. "Look. It's you." (AGOT, Jon VIII)

He gives Arya the thing she needed center herself when they said goodbye, her own sword: Needle. So one girl got the arms and the sword.

Sansa is not a person who needs a literal sword, but it’s likely she will give Jon another set of arms, like the show suggested: a Stark cloak made with her own “sword”, a literal needle.

So what is missing in that merry gift exchange? Arms and sword for Sansa.

Who embodies both of these things? Ghost.

Ghost did not count. Ghost was closer than a friend. Ghost was part of him. (ADWD, Jon III)

When Jon has to say goodbye to Sansa to head South for Targ drama, he will “give” her Ghost. The Show never filmed the scene where he instructs Ghost to “watch over her for me”, but it was planned, so that definitely checks out.

This would then foreshadow something else:

"Wolves and women wed for life," Haggon often said. "You take one, that's a marriage. The wolf is part of you from that day on, and you're part of him. Both of you will change." (ADWD, Prologue)

Jon leaving Ghost with Sansa is also sort of an equivalent of Lady’s bones resting in Winterfell. The Lannisters never got Lady’s skin nor Sansa’s. Unlike their separation at the Wall, Jon will not feel lost even far from Ghost. He will know exactly where he belongs. And considering Arya is capable of wolf dreams across the Narrow Sea, Jon might even have wolf dreams during their separation. Ghost will stick by Sansa’s side.

6) Ghost will possibly even reunite with Sansa before Jon, warg-style. It’s not set in stone, but there is some foreshadowing for a rescue in the woods, reversed Red Riding Hood style. Basically, Ghost taking Brienne’s place, making short work of persuers and paving a safe passage for the Girl in Grey (also named after a color) to physically reunite with Jon. That’s certainly some bonding material.

"… for you are bastard born. I had not forgotten. I have seen your sister in my fires, fleeing from this marriage they have made for her. Coming here, to you. A girl in grey on a dying horse, I have seen it plain as day. It has not happened yet, but it will." She gazed at Ghost. "May I touch your … wolf?"

The thought made Jon uneasy. "Best not." (ADWD, Jon VI)

7) Sansa caring for a wolf is Jon’s association with her in his Starkling Memory Slideshow after reading the pink letter. Out of all the Starklings, it is wolf-less Sansa with a wolf. Sansa civilizing a wolf, specifically, by brushing, while singing.

So, yes, Sansa and Ghost will absolutely bond. Both on an individual level between girl and wolf, and on a Jon-based level because they will literally be one for a while, an extension of each other. Ghost will be Sansa’s “sword”, the physical protection she requires to further increase her agency in a “man’s world”, and Sansa will be able to fearlessly embrace Ghost, knowing the nature of the direwolves, seeing not a beast but a big fluffy puppy in need of love and protection in return. After losing Lady and almost her whole family, she would probably stop Valyrian steel with her bare hands to protect another wolf.

It will be fun.

#asoiaf #sansa stark #Ghost the direwolf #jon snow #asoiaf speculation #warging #jonsa

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butterflies-dragons · 4 years

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Do you have any theories/predictions/headcanons about post resurrection! Jon? Especially how he'll treat Sansa?

Hello Anon,

I have read some theories and predictions about post-resurrection!Jon but I’m not a fan of any of them. I don’t think that “Jon will come back a bad boy to fit in Dany’s taste of men” for example. And some other speculations sadden me because they say Jon will come back sterile or having lost his memory.

About Jon and Sansa reunion tho... I've thought about it a good deal. Especially about these passages:

Robb took them all the way down to the end, past Grandfather and Brandon and Lyanna, to show them their own tombs. Sansa kept looking at the stubby little candle, anxious that it might go out. Old Nan had told her there were spiders down here, and rats as big as dogs. Robb smiled when she said that. “There are worse things than spiders and rats,” he whispered. “This is where the dead walk.” That was when they heard the sound, low and deep and shivery. Baby Bran had clutched at Arya’s hand.

When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb’s leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave the spirit a punch. It was only Jon, covered with flour. “You stupid,” she told him,“you scared the baby,” but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too.

The memory made Arya smile, and after that the darkness held no more terrors for her. The stableboy was dead, she’d killed him, and if he jumped out at her she’d kill him again. She was going home. Everything would be better once she was home again, safe behind Winterfell’s grey granite walls.

—A Game of Thrones - Arya IV

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The noise receded as she moved deeper into the castle, never daring to look back for fear that Joffrey might be watching … or worse, following. The serpentine steps twisted ahead, striped by bars of flickering light from the narrow windows above. Sansa was panting by the time she reached the top. She ran down a shadowy colonnade and pressed herself against a wall to catch her breath. When something brushed against her leg, she almost jumped out of her skin, but it was only a cat, a ragged black tom with a chewed-off ear. The creature spit at her and leapt away.

—A Clash of Kings - Sansa II

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Myranda gave her a shrewd little smile. "Yes, she was the very soul of wisdom, that good lady." She shifted her seat. "Why must mules be so bony and ill-tempered? Mya does not feed them enough. A nice fat mule would be more comfortable to ride. There's a new High Septon, did you know? Oh, and the Night's Watch has a boy commander, some bastard son of Eddard Stark's."

"Jon Snow?" she blurted out, surprised.

"Snow? Yes, it would be Snow, I suppose."

She had not thought of Jon in ages. He was only her half brother, but still . . . with Robb and Bran and Rickon dead, Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again. But of course that could never be. Alayne Stone had no brothers, baseborn or otherwise.

"Our cousin Bronze Yohn had himself a mêlée at Runestone," Myranda Royce went on, oblivious, "a small one, just for squires. It was meant for Harry the Heir to win the honors, and so he did."

—A Feast for Crows - Alayne II

The first passage could be a foreshadowing of Sansa being the first Stark to meet post-resurrection!Jon:

“There are worse things than spiders and rats,” he whispered. “This is where the dead walk.”

When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs (...) It was only Jon, covered with flour.

It happened the same with the second passage:

When something brushed against her leg, she almost jumped out of her skin, but it was only a cat, a ragged black tom with a chewed-off ear. The creature spit at her and leapt away.

In some sense the black tomcat of the Red Keep could be a representation of Jon, the cat is even called “black bastard”, and when the cat brushed Sansa’s leg, it scared Sansa in a similar fashion than Jon playing to be a Ghost back in the Winterfell Crypts. We can even say that the black tomcat acts like a ghost wandering around the castle reminding some people of Rhaeny’s kitten Balerion.

And in the third passage we see how the true Sansa Stark slipped out from the Alayne Stone persona at the mere mention of “some bastard son of Eddard Stark's.” And at the mention of a member of her family safe and sound, Sansa thinks how sweet it would be to meet him again:

This is another hint that a first Stark reunion between Sansa and Jon is rather probable.

Another hint is that with Lady’s death and Jon’s death, Sansa and Jon could be each other missing part, since Sansa lost her direwolf and Ghost lost its master. In summary:

Jon’s direwolf name is Ghost;

Jon literally died so he also is a ghost himself; and,

Sansa’s direwolf was killed and is mentioned as a “shade”, which is a synonym of ghost:

Summer’s howls were long and sad, full of grief and longing. Shaggydog’s were more savage. Their voices echoed through the yards and halls until the castle rang and it seemed as though some great pack of direwolves haunted Winterfell, instead of only two … two where there had once been six. Do they miss their brothers and sisters too? Bran wondered. Are they calling to Grey Wind and Ghost, to Nymeria and Lady’s Shade? Do they want them to come home and be a pack together?

—A Clash of Kings - Bran I

This passage about “direwolves haunting Winterfell” is very telling, specially because haunting is what spirits do, and Ghost & Lady’s Shade stand out among the wolf pack.

So all of this could be also a hint of Jon and Sansa retaking Winterfell and start howling calling the rest of their siblings to come back home, to be a pack again.

This imagery of “Ghost and Shade haunting” is repeated in a Victarion’s chapter, as it was pointed out in this post.

Two sleek galleys sail from Meereen and Yunkai south toward New Ghis for supplies and legionary reinforcements, but encounter the Iron Fleet in Slaver's Bay. The galleys evade Woe and Forlorn Hope, but are captured by Iron Wing, Sparrowhawk, and Kraken's Kiss. Victarion Greyjoy beheads their captains because they said that Daenerys Targaryen is dead. Victarion kills their crew aside from the enslaved rowers, who are forced to join the Iron Fleet. Victarion renames the ships Ghost and Shade, believing they will return to haunt Yunkai.

[Source 1] [Source 2]

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The galleys he renamed Ghost and Shade. "For I mean them to return and haunt these Yunkishmen," he told the dusky woman that night after he had taken his pleasure of her. They were close now, and growing closer every day. "We will fall upon them like a thunderbolt," he said, as he squeezed the woman's breast. He wondered if this was how his brother Aeron felt when the Drowned God spoke to him. He could almost hear the god's voice welling up from the depths of the sea. You shall serve me well, my captain, the waves seemed to say. It was for this I made you.

—A Dance with Dragons - Victarion I

And curiously enough, it is vastly speculated that Victarion may have died and came back to life thanks to the Red Priest Moqorro. The same way it is vastly speculated that the Red Priestess Melisandre will perform some fire ritual to make Jon come back to life. So we can say that Victarion is also a ghost. And both Jon and Victarion have a hand burned.

So, I’m sure that Jon and Sansa will meet again and we have textual evidence that they will team up to retake Winterfell. How will Jon come back to life? It is not certain. Some theories say that he will be more beast than man for a while, since his soul will inhabit inside Ghost until he resurrects. And since Sansa has a long training in taming beasts, she will do well with post-resurrection!Jon. There are also some theories about Sansa taming Beast!Jon with her singing and helping him heal and bringing back his humanity. I agree with those theories.

Good night.

Thanks for your message.

#anon ask #jonsa #post-resurrection!Jon #beast!jon #ghost and lady's shade #ghost and shade #direwolves #victarion greyjoy #moqorro #melisandre of asshai

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Hello! I just want to say I love your Jon x Sansa posts. I was just wondering if you think Rickon Stark would survive in the books? I love him, you see. Thank you.

Hello @skywalkerrisen,

I am so glad that you love my Jonsa posts :) Thanks.

AHH I LOVE RICKON TOO!! He is a baby.

Well, Rickon is a secondary character so we can’t be sure about his book endgame.. Will it be same/similar with his show ending? Who knows?

But I don’t think that we will see another death of Stark... You know fandom makes up theories about Starklings according to their direwolves. Robb lived fast and died young like (Grey) Wind, Jon died and became a Ghost, Arya is warrior woman looking for a home like Nymeria, Sansa became Lady/Queen of WF, Bran promises a Summer to Westeros etc. So what can Shaggydog mean for Rickon’s endgame?

What does shaggy dog story mean?

A long-winded tale or yarn featuring extensive narration of typically irrelevant details, usually resulting in a pointless or absurd punchline, which is often a pun or Spoonerism on a known catchphrase

I mean?

Grrm uses Rickon as a joke. You think he will mean sth important because he is there, he has potential... BUT he is actually irrelevant and leads us to nowhere..

So characters and readers will expect him to mean sth. We want him to come back from Skagos and become the KITN. He has every right btw. And he would be a good one maybe.

But let’s remember that Northern Independence Plot is one of the most important political plots in the series since AGOT. Even Young Wolf Robb Stark didn’t end up as the final result of this plot. We knew Robb as a King via his mother’s POVs. But Robb himself never had his own POV. Robb was a secondary character.

Even when Grrm talks about that Stark children are being the center of the story, he usually doesn’t mention Robb or Rickon.

GRRM: Yeah, the children were always at the heart of this. The Stark children, in particular, were always very central. Bran is the first viewpoint character that we meet, and then we meet Jon and Sansa and Arya and the rest of them. It was always my intention to do that.

GRRM: The kids [Sansa, Arya, and Bran] are a huge part of the story, in many ways the central part of the story. And I always intended to separate them and set them on their own paths.

So, we know Jon, Sansa, Arya and Bran are the main characters/Starks. We know that Northern Independence is the most important plot in the series. And let’s face it Sansa is the one who is most connected with this plot/political plot. She ended up as QITN like we have been telling for years.

(*Also my friend @kellyvela talked about how women Targaryen heirs’ claims were disregarded in Fire and Blood book and it made us think that how Sansa ending up as the QITN is meaningful because her claim was also disregarded when Robb changed the line of succession/ when Jon was crowned instead of her, or how she was used for her claim etc.)

Then, what will happen to Rickon?

My head canon: He’ll become a legend. A story that no one will ever fully know. A wild boy with a wild direwolf in Skagos. (Let’s remember that Skagos is very isolated form rest of the North. So he can disappear easily)

Rickon was always the wildest one so he actually fits into wild Skagos with his Wildling nanny. I can see him running wild and become an important figure in Skagos.

Also: In theory, the island is part of the north and subject to House Stark of Winterfell. However, the island has little contact with mainland Westeros and the Seven Kingdoms, and in practice they rule themselves.[1]

So maybe Rickon will be the head of Skagos for the House Stark? Who knows?

Maybe Davos will find him but he’ll refuse to come back? He was just a baby when he left, his homesickness might not be as heavy as the other Starklings. He might end up happy and well in a wild place like himself. :)

So we might never hear from him again, he might really die like in the show, he might become a legend/myth like I believe...

But I hope he just ends up happy and well

Thanks for the ask :)

#ask #answered #reply #@skywalkerrisen #mine #house stark #rickon stark #north #asoiaf #speculations #baby :)

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The Second Raven

Jon sat on his horse, waiting for the Lord of Storms End to appear. He wondered, not for the first time, how the he had come to find being a lord. The tales he heard from the men who were sent from the Stormlands that the Lord they have heard about was cold towards women and prefer to be amongst the Blacksmiths. He had built his own forge, taken to a young peasant boy who he named his heir. Many say he fathered the boy, naming a bastard of his own as the next lord.

The sound of a few horses came up behind him. He thought he would find Gendry arriving like his father, with the fanfare and the many many soldiers, but he found himself coming face to face with three riders.

“I thought you would be at least a little taller since the last time I saw you .” Gendry smiled at him, the time hadn’t seem to aged him, as he felt aged himself.

“I thought you would be a little bit fatter.” Jon retroted matching his smile. Gendry rode his horse next to Jons. Both gazing at the Winterfell castle down below.

“Has the Queen been informed of our arrival?” Jon asked, Gendry shrugged his soldiers.

“I mean, Lord Tyrion did say that we were expected, but I highly doubt he informed her who. Also King Bran never tells anyone anything unless it’s in a message they can’t quite figure out.” Gendry replied, giving a soft laugh. “But knowing you Starks for as long as I have, you are hard to shock.” Jon’s smile died. His eyes falling back onto the Stone castle.

“I’m not a Stark.”

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Sansa eyed little Ned up in the balcony with Meera right behind him. She nodded for her to pull him inside, so that he will not be present when they arrive. Tyrion had sent word shortly after Bran had, but had not specified who would be arriving. From her many years in Kings Landing and knowing how Tyrion works as the Hand of the King, she understood to expect the unexpected. The real reason for their coming, she could only guess was to see the boy. Protecting him was one of her sole purposes in life since his arrival ten years ago.

The Queen of the North felt all the air leave her the moment his dark grey eyes met hers. Sansa tried to keep her face as neutral as she could. Tears sprang to her eyes, this moment she had dreamed of. Being reunited with even one person of her family in these long years made her heart soar and ache at once. He had sent Jon Snow to Winterfell. Secretly and silently in her mind she cursed the dwarf in his plans.

Jon took a few tentative steps forward with Gendry just behind him. Sansa stood there her Direwolf crown a top of her head, her red hair flowing freely, her blue eyes hard as steel. His mind race with words that he couldn’t bring himself to say. He didn’t know how to address her, she was after all, not his Queen, yet she was still Queen of the North.

“Your grace.” Gendry bowed. Jon followed, the words fumbling out of his own mouth.

“Lord Tyrion said he had sent two trustworthy people with news of the south. Who would of think that he sent two of our Heroes from the Long Night’s war?” Her voice was just as steely as her eyes. Jon gave a soft smile.

“I believe the Hand of the King thought I would be welcomed more than just an old Blacksmith from the south.”

“So they sent a former King of the North?” One of the Lords spoke. The angered lord bowed his head in shame the moment her eyes went towards him.

“The former King of the North is of my family blood. He is welcomed in our childhood home, always.” Her eyes turned towards Gendry. “As is the Blacksmith that labored day in and day out to help provide weapons and to protect the people of the North from the Night King.” She motioned for a stable boy to come and grab their horses. Stepping forward, she tentatively took Jon’s hands in hers. Jon watched her facial expressions, looking for any indication of any emotion. “I have business to attend to, but we will dine alone tonight.” She smiled, before leaving the two in the courtyard. Gendry looked up at the balcony, wondering if he would see her, even if he knew it was impossible. His eyes fell on a boy no bigger than she was when he had met her. His big brown eyes staring at the guests.

“Is that the boy?” He asked Jon. Jon looked up to see the young boy, quickly turn back and run into a room.

“I believe it is.”

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Jon sat across from Sansa in her solar. The Fire crackling, their meal over and done. Very few words had been uttered since his arrival in her solar.

“Hows Ghost?” Sansa took a sip of her tea. Her eyes on the fire instead of him.

“Hes healthy as an old Direwolf could be. I’m sorry I couldn’t bring him with me, I know how much you loved him.”

“I wouldn’t want his heart to give out south of the Wall. A Direwolf belongs as far North as it can go.” Sansa remembered her father speaking on how Lady was of the North.

“The years have been kind to you.” Jon gave a soft smile, trying to remember the woman he last saw on the docks.

“You would know how truly unkind they have been if you bothered to read my letters.” She mentioned. Placing the cup down, she stood up walking over to the window. The night sky was cold, yet the walls were warm from the water running through them.

“Being Queen suits you.”

“Does it? Why don’t you just ask the question you were sent to find out.”

“Sansa.” Jon stood, taking a few steps closer to her.

“Don’t. Don’t Sansa me.” Her blue eyes meeting his. “You are not King in the North nor are you my older brother. Tyrion’s a smart man. Smart enough to know ways around Bran’s secrets.”

“I came to visit my family.” He finally argued. Sansa turned just in time to watch little Ned run through the dark courtyard, Meera chasing after him.

“Hes grown so big.” She whispered. “He reminds me Rickon when he was able to run.”

“Sansa. The Lords of the South want to know who will be King or Queen when you pass. That is all.”

“You and I have very different memories of the Lords of the South.” Sansa defended herself. “I’m tired, I wish to speak on this more tomorrow.”

“As you wish.” Jon turned to leave, but Sansa reached out gripping his sleeve.

“Part of me is happy to see you back at Winterfell. Truly I am. As Long as there is a Stark in Winterfell, you will have a home here. No matter how mad you make us.” Jon smiled, placing a soft hand on her cheek.

“You will always be my family Sansa.” Sansa sighed into his touch, wishing they could go back to the days of fighting against the Night King, before he went south. When it was them versus the rest of the country.

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Gendry had wondered towards the archery section of Wintefell. His eyes falling on a target, his mind wondering back to all those years ago. Ayra practicing before the great battle. Always hitting the bullseye. It wasn’t like to her miss, which she never did. His hand on top of the tagert, suddenly was shaken with an arrow filing directly in the middle. Turning he noticed an unsmiling boy, holding an arrow at him.

“Why did you come?” He asked, the bow pulled back. Gendry held up his hands, in defense. He felt his heart race, his eyes on the tip.

“On orders of the King of the Six Kingdoms.”

“But this is not the Six Kingdoms. This is the North.” Gendry took a small step forward, his hands still raised.

“True, but our two kingdoms are allies are they not?” The Boy didn’t move.

“What makes you think we are allies, if we were allies, wouldn’t that mean we are the seven Kingdoms?”

“Maybe, or maybe two Kingdoms could rule side by side and be independent when it comes to farming, laboring, and other resources.” The Boy lowered his arrow to the ground. Gendry recognized him as the kid from earlier. His brown eyes was just like hers.

“Who are you? I know the man in black is the Lord Commander of the Nights Watch, but I don’t know you.”

“Gendry Baratheon. Lord of Storm's End.”

“Mother said that you were the Blacksmith that made the weapons for war against the Night King.”

“So you have heard of me?” Gendry walked over, grabbing the arrow from his hands. Ned began to jump up trying to reach it. “Good sturdy arrow. The Tip is a little blunt, from hours of practice and should be reforged or sharpened if you were trying to kill someone.” He bumped the feathered end against Ned’s head. “Next time you aim an arrow at someone, make sure you are ready for the consequences.” He handed the weapon back, noticing a few men running towards the courtyard.

Following the commotion, Gendry wandered out, his eyes on a hooded rider entering through the main gate. The boy had come to stand just behind him, away from danger, yet not fully covered. His arrow placed in the bow ready to be pulled. Sliding off the horse, Gendry took a step back. In ten years she hadn’t grown an inch, still the small stature and in men's clothes. Her Hood falling back to show her hair had grown long. The braid falling against her shoulder, the scare above her right eye faded yet still ever present. Her eyes meeting his, dashing quickly to the boy behind him.

“Arya?” He whispered, a smile breaking over his face. One he could never hold back looking at her.

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tacitwhisky · 5 years

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Southern Wolves, pt 1

Jon x Sansa - Jon leaves the Wall to save Sansa from Joffrey. Together they wander the war ravaged Riverlands to try and return home / AO3 Link

The plan is born between the two of them in the dark of Robb’s tent late in the night once the lamps have begun to gutter and the wine in their cups has sloshed low, the spiced warmth and boldness within faded to a dull edge.

“I can't ask this of you,” Robb says for the fifth time in so many hours.

And for the fifth time in so many hours Jon answers, “it’s my plan, Robb.”

“I’ll send men with you.”

“Should I also wear the Stark colors?”

“You cannot do it alone, Jon.”

“More than one man will be noticed.”

“I should be the one going.”

“You’re the king.”

“And what king sends his brother to fight his battles?”

But I’m not your brother. For a moment it is on the tip of Jon’s tongue to share with Robb the secret the man he’d thought all his life was his father had sworn him to keep as he left to join the Night’s Watch. To let spill all the anger and bitterness that have filled him for months now. To spill the secret that had gnawed away at him until he could stay at the Wall no longer.

But when Jon opens his mouth he finds his throat aching and empty. There is a tear somewhere deep in him, a frayed edge that if he tells Robb they are not brothers will rip him in two like old rotted cloth. And so though it makes his heart ache to know it a lie, he says softly, “they're my sisters too, Robb.”

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Jon leaves in the morning, food and dagger and a dozen gold crowns rolled into a tight bundle as around Jon men stumble out from their tents and cooking fires are lit. The bundle he lashes to the back of a courser unlike the stiff footed nag he’d ridden down from the wall only a fortnight before. Jeor Mormont had not had to give him any horse at all, but had found him the nag nevertheless. You’ve said no vows yet, the old bear had growled, so you’re no oathbreaker. Tell lord Stark when you see him of our need. Tell him the true war is here beyond the Wall.

Jon had sworn he would, but by the time he’d reached Moat Cailin the man Jon had thought his father all his life was gone, head taken from his shoulders by the mad boy king. He was never your father, a dull voice in him had hissed as tears pricked his eyes, what right do you have to mourn him? You’ve only ever been some mad Targaryen’s dragonspawn.

But mourn him Jon had as he followed the kingsroad south. It was why Robb’s eyes had lit up when Jon first ducked under the flap of his tent, why he’d strode forward and clasped him tight, why the Lannister letter the day before offering a trade of Arya and Sansa for the Kingslayer had lead to hours of heated words. It’s why Jon finds himself tightening the straps of the saddlebag on the grey courser in the cool Riverland air with the sun still only half risen.

Last, Jon kneels to scratch Ghost behind the ears. The direwolf accepts his touch silently, red eyes seeming to understand as Jon whispers for him to keep Robb safe. Only when Jon glances up does he see Catelyn standing with her hands tucked into the sleeves of her dress, hair braided into a red rope over one shoulder, cool blue eyes watching him.

Jon straightens warily. “Lady Catelyn.”

A breeze plays with the hem of her dress, but Catelyn might be made of stone for all she moves. Her eyes study him dispassionate as though she were judging a recently scrubbed wall. “Robb told me what you mean to do,” she says eventually. “That you mean to bring my daughters back.”

“I do.” Jon gathers the reins of his courser. He swallows down the dryness in his throat. All his life he’s spent hiding from Catelyn’s cool gazes, slinking away whenever they settled on him, and it is all he can do not to flinch now. “If I can.”

“They’ll be well guarded.”

“I know.”

“You have to free them as one. Losing one will only make the Lannisters tighten their grasp on the other.”

“I’ll remember it.”

Catelyn nods as if to herself. Her lips purse as though around a strange taste, as though she doesn’t know how to form the words she wants. For a long moment Jon is at a loss, unsure what more lady Catelyn could have to say to him, what could hold her tongue. And then he realizes, understands suddenly the words she cannot bring herself to say, not to him, not to the bastard that’s always stained her marriage. Thank you.

And just as suddenly Jon doesn’t want her thanks, the acceptance he’s craved all his life like some kind of kicked dog. They’re my sisters, he wishes he could shout at her. But they aren’t, aren’t and never have been no matter how it feels like driving a knife into his chest to know that. You never knew lord Stark’s great secret but you didn’t need to. I’ve never been a Stark to you. It is all Jon can do to choke down a bitter laugh. Ned never dishonored you. All these years you’ve hated me, and for what? For nothing. And now I’m the only hope your daughters have.

Robb emerges from his tent. Catelyn turns to meet him, and whatever she might have said to Jon dies unspoken on her lips. She lays a hand on Robb’s arm, murmurs something that Robb nods to, and takes her leave, dress swirling behind her. Robb stands watching as Jon pulls himself onto the courser and takes the reins in hand. “You don’t have to do this,” he says finally.

“I do,” Jon answers, and he wills his voice sure, surer than he feels, surer than the knot of fear in his stomach that he’ll fail, that it’ll be his head on a pike beside the man he’d thought was his father’s. They’re my sisters too, he nearly says. But he will not lie to Robb again. Instead he gives him a tight smile. “I’ll bring them back.”

Robb’s jaw clenches but he unbuckles his belt and the sword hanging from it. He holds them up to Jon, and Jon circles the belt around his waist, the weight of the sword comforting as it slaps his leg. They clasp hands, and then there is nothing more to be said. Jon turns the courser from Robb and towards the edge of camp and snaps the reins. I will never be a Stark, but I can still do the duty of one.

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A fortnight Jon is on the kingsroad, following its twists and bends through a land ravaged by Gregor Clegane’s tender ministrations. He passes holdfasts gutted and left smoking ruins, ash fields put to the torch, abandoned towns whose inhabitants have long fled or been put to the sword. It fills Jon with a rage that makes him wish he could turn the courser back to Robb and an enemy that could be fought and cut and defeated on the field. But he doesn’t.

And too he doesn’t let himself think of Arya and Sansa as he rides, the sisters he can no longer call his. He can still picture the last time he’d seen Arya, the way her face had pinched as she watched him set out north along the kingsroad up to the Wall. Arya Underfoot the servants called her, never able to sit still, always running through Winterfell, and the thought of her prisoner in the Red Keep, trapped small and alone in a room that was no better than a cell, fills him with a sick ache. And Sansa… more ward than brother she’d always treated him, but the same sick fills him when he thinks of her defenseless against Joffrey.

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He reaches King’s Landing late in the day, just as the sun has begun to fall. Even so he rides along the streets until he sits before the gate of the Red Keep itself, crimson washed walls rising in high towers above him. In the fading light he studies the shape of them, trying in vain to guess which Arya and Sansa are kept in. Huge the keep is, easily a match for Winterfell and able to engulf countless lesser castles within its walls. A slow kind of despair wells in Jon’s chest as he gazes up at it, but he forces it savagely back down. You knew this was what you’d face. Find a way inside. Find Arya. Find Sansa. And then find a way out.

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The way comes only a few scarce days later.

Jon watches from beneath the eave of a house as the gold cloaks of the city watch form up before outside the gate of the Red Keep. In the handful of days since he’s arrived he’s quickly grasped the mood throughout Kingslanding, the churning ocean of hunger and bitter anger against the Imp and all the Lannisters. The guardsmen must grasp it to, for not one looks keen to be escorting the royal party.

Jon tugs down the hood of his cloak as the gate of the Red Keep swings open and in a cloak embroidered with the crowned Baratheon stag in gold thread Joffrey leads the way, face twisted in the same proud shit-eating expression Jon remembers from months before. Behind him rides the massive figure of the Hound with his snarling helm and a trio of the kingsguard in their flowing white cloaks. Tyrion follows with his swollen brow and mismatched eyes and behind him…

Jon’s heart jumps into his throat. Even without being able to see her face Sansa’s red hair, so like her lady mother’s, is unmistakable. She looks thinner than the last time he saw her, cheekbones gaunt, eyes sunken, but still just as achingly lovely as the day she’d left Winterfell.

Jon’s scans the riders behind Sansa, but of Arya there is no sign. She must have been left in the keep. It almost makes him grin. She always was untamable even for septa Mordane.

The gold cloaks close around the king’s party as it passes through the Red Keep’s iron gate, and Jon shadows them as they begin down the tight streets of Kingslanding, slinking through the crowd of unwashed and sullen faces watching the procession from windows and doorways. An old man spits at the ground, another mutters under his breath about bread, but Jon barely notes them. All his attention is on Sansa where she rides beside the Imp on a chestnut courser. Silently Jon curses Tyrion and every kind thought he’d ever had for the little man. Wait and watch, he tells himself, a bitter taste in his mouth. You can’t do anything now. Not without Arya.

A half hour brings them to the docks, and then it is an hour of standing in the midday sun as prince Tommen weeps, princess Myrcella kneels to accept the high septon’s blessing, and Joffrey wrinkles his nose at all. Sansa stands beside him, hands held demurely before her, ocean breeze playing with the strays of her red hair. An uneasy feeling settles in Jon’s stomach as the minutes tick by, an unwanted thought gnawing away at him under the sun until he has no choice but to face it: what if she loves Joffrey? Last Jon saw her she’d been in his company as they made to leave Winterfell, laughing at some jest he’d made, cheeks pink and pleased. For all that he’d once thought her his sister Sansa has always been a distant figure, one glimpsed sewing with Jeyne and septa Mordane and the other ladies of Winterfell, a slip of a girl in slim dresses who loved songs of knights gallant and maidens fair. Was it so strange to think she would prefer her golden prince to the cold north?

He took father’s head, Jon reminds himself harshly. She can’t love him after that. She can’t.

Still the thought nags as the lines of Myrcella’s ship are cast off, Joffrey and the others mount their horses, and the gold cloaks shove back the crowd. A few in the crowd call out to the king’s good health, but most are silent and sullen, and the back of Jon’s neck prickles at the sea of bitter and unwashed faces around him.

The king’s party make it halfway up Aegon’s High Hill when a shout comes the front of the procession and the whole thing churns to a halt. Off to the side Jon cannot see it, but the shout is follow a moment later by a scream, and then rage is ripping through the crowd, bodies surging against the line of gold cloaks like water sloshed in a bowl. Jon is near enough to the back of the crowd to avoid the crush of bodies, but even still he must shove a man back as he slips to the nearest house, heart hammering in his chest as he pulls himself up by one of the struts to scan the crowd below.

All before Jon is chaos, bodies churning and surging against the thin line of gold cloaks, shouts of bread and brotherfucker filling the air. A rock whizzes inches from Jon’s head as a woman lobs it at where the king’s column is scattering, ripping apart as half surge forward and the other half are caught in the grasp of the crowd. Jon glimpses the Hound standing head and shoulders above the surging mass of bodies, watches as he roars and strikes the man before him, teeth spraying the air.

And, finally, Jon finds what he’s looking for.

A few feet from the Hound Sansa huddles on her chestnut courser, the sleeve of her silk dress ripped, face glazed and stunned. Jon looks only long enough to mark her before plunging into the crowd, shoving and pushing his way until he’s almost beside her. A ring of men circle her, shouting and reaching out to try and grab the horse’s reins as it rears its head back.

Arya. Jon pauses, and for that pause he hates himself. Sansa’s horse rears, the crowd around her drawing back, and Jon clenches his jaw hard enough for his teeth to ache and darts into the opening. Sansa’s foot has slipped out of the stirrup and he shoves his foot into it and hauls himself into the saddle in front of her. He grabs her hand and wraps her arm around his waist before kicking his heels into the courser, spurring it forward through the sea of raging bodies around them.

Hands grasp at them, and Jon rips his sword from its scabbard. He slams the pommel into the cheek of a woman clawing at his leg and slashes at a man grabbing the reins of the courser. Blood sprays the air as the man falls back, the rest of the crowd before them scattering as the courser plunges forward, and then they are past the worst of it. A stone whistles past Jon’s head. Unwilling to let go of Sansa’s hand around his waist he grabs the courser’s reins with the hand still gripping his sword, and does the best he can to yank them in the direction of a narrow side alley.

The roar of the crowd follows them into the alley, but none of the crowd itself does. Jon doesn’t try and guide the courser, just lets it have its head down a flurry of roads and alleys, Sansa’s hand crushed in his. Dirty faced men and women spit curses and a few fling dung at them as they ride pass, but the naked steel in his hand keeps them from doing more.

They reach an abandoned stretch of cramped street and Jon shoves his sword back in its scabbard and reins the courser to a stop. He jumps down from the horse, but Sansa flinches away as he pulls her down after him. “Where are you taking me?” She shrinks back, shaking her head, blood trickling from a gash in her scalp, voice babbling. “Oh please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise I won’t.”

“Sansa, stop,” Jon shoves his hood back, half ripping it as he does. He pushes her to arm’s length, thrusts his face in hers. “It’s me.”

Her eyes widen and she stops struggling. “Jon,” she breathes, “ Jon .”

He nods, droplets of sweat flicking from his slicked hair. “Where are they keeping Arya?”

Sansa’s eyes focus and she fists the sleeves of his tunic with more strength than he thought possible in her slender fingers. “They don’t have Arya. She disappeared when they took father, and they haven’t found her.”

Jon curses under his breath. Where in the city would he have gone if he were her? He looks back and forth down the alley, cursing the futility of it, cursing the old gods and new, cursing Joffrey and Cersei and Tywin and every Lannister back to Lann the Clever himself. I won’t leave you. But they cannot stay. That much Jon knows. Sansa is too valuable for the Lannisters to do anything less than scour the city for her, turn over every brown bowl and pisspot in Flea Bottom.

“Fire!” Someone shouts in the distance, and Jon looks up to see a plume of grey smoke muddying the sky. He clenches his teeth hard enough for them to ache, but still stays rooted to the spot, unable to stay and unwilling to move.

It is Sansa who decides for him. She grabs his hand, tugs him back to the horse. “We have to go. You don’t know Joffrey. He’ll search everywhere for me, and if he finds you he’ll take your head like he did father’s.”

I’ll find you, Arya, Jon swears silently as he heaves himself into the saddle and helps Sansa up behind him, but he hates how weak the words echo even in his own mind as he kicks in his heels to start the courser down the street, smoke beginning to choke the sky above them.

I have plans for where this story is going to go, but until I finish Jon of the Kingsguard it’s on the backburner in terms of priority. Still, if you’re interested you can follow me here or on AO3.

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fangirlfanwritings · 5 years

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Jon Snow x Wilding!Reader- Part 2

:) are you in for a "x years later" telling us what happened to Jon beyond the wall and his family, what about the others in the realm?

AN: Reader Part 1 below to get all the info on the kids!

Part 1

*5 years later*

You stepped out of your tent and walked into the cold frigid air of the true North. You looked around at the large camp around you. The base of the Antler River is where everyone had built the new Free Folk steadfast and the people were flourishing. Now that the White Walkers were gone everyone felt safe, animals had returned to the woods, and the river flowed. The Free Folk were able to hunt plenty and catch many fish in the river.

You and the Wildings had worked hard the last five years. The lot of you had made your own path to the base of the Antler Rivers to settle it as home. You had fought off rabid animals that had forgotten how to live after the Walker’s had spent years torturing the North. Jon had worked as elected King, with Tormund and you at his side, to bring order to the Wildings and help establish your new home. The lot of you had also take a part of the Southern folks customs and had logged trees to build warmer log cabins, as well as tents.

You walked towards the area where the children played and yelled for your 5 year old, Robb. “Robb, come put this on.” You held up the new fur you had just finished. He was growing like a weed and was nearly too large for his current coat.

“Mother,” he groaned.

“Come now and get it over with.” He ran over, quickly exchanged his furs, and went back to playing with his friends. You took the old fur and walked to where you expected to find Jon. You smiled when you saw Jon practicing sword fighting. His movements were still strong but he was being incredibly gentle. “Keep both hands on the hilt there.”

You laughed as he tried to teach your youngest ones, Lyanna and Rickon, how to wield a sword. “Jon,” you called. “They’re two, they don’t know what the hilt is.”

“Lyanna, show your Mother the hilt.” She ran over with her wood sword and pointed at the bottom. “That’s my girl.”

“She’s too much like her Aunt Arya.” Since settling back in the North you had birthed Robb and the second set of twins. You had told Jon no more, to which he replied, “We’ve named almost all my family, why stop now?” Tormund liked to joke that you two seemed to be trying to repopulate the Free Folk by yourselves.

“Rickon, Lyanna, go take your swords back to your cabin. And here,” you passed the fur to Rickon, “take that with you my sweets.” You watched the kids walk towards the tents and Jon wrapped an arm around you and leaned over to kiss your forehead. “A couple Ravens flew in for us.” You passed the first one with a black direwolf seal on it.

Jon opened it and skimmed it. “Sansa says she wishes we’d make a trip back to Winterfell. She’d like to meet her new niece and nephews and see us again. She says the North is growing stronger with each day.”

“I think a trip down south would be lovely.”

“We’ll have to make sure she can accommodate our wild children and the 6 direwolves that travel with us.” After coming above the Wall, Ghost had managed to find himself a friendly mate and the two had 4 pups.

“We can’t take Jade with us,” you spoke of Ghost’s mate. “She’s with pups again and won’t be able to make the trip; and I’m sure Ghost won’t leave her side with the babes coming. The pups might want to come once they see the kids leaving with us.”

Jon nodded. “I’ll write her tonight and tell her we will visit.” The next one had a red direwolf on it, from Bran. Jon opened it and you watched his eyes narrow before he laughed. He looked up at you and laughed some more. “What,” you asked? He passed you the note and you skimmed it. He said Arya was doing well, still sailing and discovering her new world. King’s Landing was progressing nicely, Sam wanted more accounts of the North from you, and he congratulated you and Jon on your new child. “Has he forgotten that the twins are 2?” You didn’t understand, Bran never forgot anything. As you looked up at Jon and saw the look on his face you shook your head. “No. No, that’s impossible.” Then you quickly thought about when you last bled.

“By the First Men,” you cursed. You pointed an angry finger at Jon. “This is your fault. You need to learn to keep your hands off me. I’ve had more children than a hog!”

“But you still look as radiant as a Dornish flower.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Flattery is what got us here, Jon Snow.”

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mizznancywheelerfic · 5 years

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Written for an AxG week fill. Pride. One Shot. Rated G/T.

Pride

Myth/Gods AU

The heavens were not realms for mortal men. These were the kingdoms of gods and goddesses, all extraordinary and flawed in their own ways.

Certainly, Arya was a beautiful but willful goddess. At the age of eighteen, she was still a maiden who refused to marry any of the gods. Instead, she let it be known that she only wished to hunt and roam nature. That was simply how she wished to be. No god could tame her or turn her into their humble goddess. That much she promised. And, after all, none of the gods interested her either since they were accustomed to being vain, selfish, and controlling. Her pride even challenged that of the goddess of pride, Cersei.

But that didn't mean that the gods held no interest in her. In particular, the old thundering Robert, the god of war, set his desire upon her once she entered maidenhood and caught his eye. As Arya ran with her spirits, he would take the time away from his duties, away from his wife, to see the virgin goddess he suddenly desired above all else.

All this was noted by Jon, Arya's brother.

“Robert wants you,” Jon told her as Arya entered in his cold, icy throne room. He noticed that she had her great direwolf, Nymeria, at her side.

Arya only rolled her eyes. “He's father's friend.”

Jon shook his head. “What does that matter? I've seen the way he looks at you. Cersei certainly will find out soon enough, if she doesn't already know, and she'll make trouble for you. There may be little love between Robert and his wife, but she won't take a slight. Cersei is a proud goddess.”

As Jon said this, Arya sat down on the cold stone floor. Nymeria then leaped into Arya's arms and Arya laughed, holding the large direwolf close.

She gave the direwolf a sniff before saying, “I don't care. Cersei won't do anything to me. I don't care how proud she is. And if she tries, then I have Nymeria by my side. You don't have to worry about me. I'm the huntress, after all. You're just the Watcher.”

Despite being annoyed by her comment, Jon decided that some things were more important than being offended by unintended slights. So, he moved off of his great black chair. When he got to Arya, he made sure to pet Nymeria's lush gray fur. Arya smiled at the way Nym seemed to be at ease at his touch. Only he and his father could have that effect on the wild Nymeria. Though his own direwolf, Ghost, was known to be Nymeria's match in much and more even if he couldn't tame her with touch.

“Arya, you need to listen to me,” Jon implored.

Her gray eyes, so similar to his own, looked up at him. “What do you want me to do about it? I can't stop Robert or Cersei for wanting me for whatever reasons.”

Jon looked gravely at his little sister. There was only one solution he could think of. Jon cleared his throat before he said, “I think you have to leave.”

Arya's eyes rounded. “Leave?”

Jon nodded. “It's not safe for you here. Sooner or later, the situation will erupt. You don't want to clash with these two.”

Arya bit her lip. “Where do I go to?'

That's when Jon mussed her hair the way he always did ever since she was just a child. But Arya was a child no more. Even the gods had to make sacrifices.

Feeling the heavy burden go over his heart, Jon sighed. “I think you should leave to Earth.”

At that, Arya's eyes shined. “Father never let me go to Earth! Mother said it was dangerous, too dangerous.”

That made Jon smile. “Then you're excited to go?”

Arya's face suddenly went sheepish. “Maybe. It's only that I've never been even though I've always wanted to go.”

Jon then tipped her chin up so that she could look at him. “This is for the best, Arya. You can even take Nymeria.”

Arya narrowed her eyes. “You're not making me go and you're definitely not allowing Nymeria to go with me. I'm going because I want to. If you'll explain it to our father and my mother, then your part is done,” Arya said with a new determination in her eyes, “Oh, Nymeria and I will have a great time. We'll take care of ourselves.”

And with that, Arya hopped off the floor. Jon could only shout out one last goodbye before Arya and Nymeria ran out of the room, carefree and wild as ever.

Satin, dressed in all his finery, came into the room with his glittering gold bow and arrow in hand.

“You called?”

Jon nodded as he sat atop his cold black throne. “I need your help.”

Satin smiled. “What kind of help?”

“I need help with my sister.”

The Riverlands were as beautiful as Arya imagined they would be. In fact, the whole of Earth was beautiful. Arya loved the feel of dirt and rain down on this level of life. How different it was from the heavens! Though what she truly loved most were the creatures of Earth. While they had not been in the Riverlands long, Arya and Nymeria managed to create a large pack of wolves, Nymeria's earthly smaller cousins. And Arya loved them all, natural hunters that they were.

Still, what Arya also loved was meeting the men of Earth in the flesh. She'd only seen them from above. There were some gods who pitied men, while there was some who scorned them. Arya was neither. She was entranced by their ways, their curious speech and unusual customs. Indeed, she truly enjoyed meeting the likes of innkeeps, whores, bandits, and hedge knights. Perhaps they were kind to her because of her pack, or perhaps they were gracious since Arya was plainly a goddess. Though she may dress in plain attire compared to the other gods who visited from the heavens, Arya was still marked by her radiant crown of oak tree leaves and acorns in addition to the great pack of hunters behind her. Arya was the huntress, a virgin goddess, and all hunters bowed to her pack.

One sunny day, Arya decided she'd like to swim. So, she and her pack traveled to a lake that Arya favored. The lake was surrounded by a lush green forest and its waters were dark blue with fishes swimming here, there, and everywhere. However, Arya loved the trouts best of all.

Before Arya entered the lake, she took off her boots, her plain cotton dress, and her crown. She placed them on the floor in her typical careless fashion. Then, Arya leaped into the wars with a big splash. Arya only laughed when Nymeria jumped in after her. Together they swam in the cool waters, playing games and resting only when they needed to.

Yet, after a few hours, the waters grew weary on Arya. As she swam to the lake's shore, Nymeria gained on her and leaped out before she made it there. Arya only laughed, but this act seemed far less funny when Arya got on shore and realized that her clothes and her crown were gone.

Frowning, Arya looked around for her missing direwolf. The damned direwolf had gone into the woods with her clothes, she was certain.

“Nymeria, you get back here with my things before I find you and you get in real trouble!” Arya called out into the forest.

But only the howl of a wolf called back.

So, Arya began to walk toward the forest. Yet, as soon as she took her first step, Arya felt a sharp pain in her leg. It was so sharp and sudden that she fell to the ground. When Arya looked upon her legs, she saw that a glittering golden arrow had struck her leg.

That looks like one of Satin's golden love arrows, Arya thought as she held the golden arrow in her hand.

She looked around desperately. How had Satin come to find her? For what purpose? And who would she see first? All the gods were known to Arya, and Satin was the god of love. His arrow would pierce one in total surprise. The end result was the casting of a love, or more likely lust, spell on the soul of was stricken by love's sharp point.

“Who is there?” called a deep, booming voice. A young man's voice by the sound of it.

Arya looked frantically only to spot a tall figure walking toward her. While her leg was no longer in any pain, she found herself mysteriously frozen in the spot where she sat.

But her voice was not gone from her. “Who are you?” Arya called out.

Before the man could answer, he was already clear within sight. He was a young man, tall as any mortal man could be, and as strong and muscled and handsome as any god. For a moment, Arya was briefly reminded of god, Robert, but she could see that this man was no god. Yet he was no simple mortal either. But what struck Arya the most was the golden arrow he had in his arms. It was bundled atop her clothing and crown.

He's been stuck as well, Arya thought.

When she looked up at his face, he was before her and their eyes locked for a half a heartbeat before the young man blushed furiously and looked away.

Unbidden, she said lowly to herself, “Oh, brave new world. How beautiful man is. No one ever told me that men like him existed.”

Without looking at her, the young man asked, “Are these yours, m'lady?”

Arya realized she was naked. Immediately, she put one arm over her breasts as she used the other to snatch the clothes and the crown before him.

“Turn around!” Arya snapped before she stood up in order to change.

Without a pause, the young man turned around so that she would be afforded some privacy. Once Arya had her dress shrugged on, her boots laced up, and her crown placed upon her head, she turned to face the man who had his back to her.

“You can turn back now,” Arya said.

When the man turned around, his face was less red but he barely looked any more comfortable than he had looked before.

Though she couldn't explain it, she felt nervous herself. There were butterflies in her stomach. He mad this happen. This handsome young man.

“Who are you?” Arya asked, hands on her hips and chin high in the air. She may feel drawn to this man, but she was still a goddess.

His icy blue eyes grew insolent. “Who are you?” he asked.

Arya did not like to be mocked, not even by such a man as this. “I'm Arya the Huntress. And who are you?” Arya asked as her fury grew.

His eyes looked her and up and down. “Aye, that's true. I didn't realize before. You're a goddess. I suppose it's my duty to answer your commands, then. My name is Gendry. I'm the smith of this village.”

“A smith?” Arya asked curiously. She'd never met a smith before but she didn't think a man like this would be a smith. Actually, she thought he might have been a princeling of sorts.

He shook his head of head of shaggy dark hair. “Yeah, I'm a smith.”

I guess he does have a strong build, Arya thought as she glanced at his muscular body, one arm far larger than the other. Robert also had one arm bigger than the other from using his great warhammer so often. Maybe that was the way of smiths as well.

But Arya shook her head of such thoughts. She had questions to ask. “What were you doing with my clothes? Did you take them?”

His face flushed red again. “No, I didn't take your clothes. I was walking to get some water from the lake and then I got hit by this bloody arrow,” he said as he thrust a golden arrow on to the ground, “and that's when I saw your things on the floor. I thought,...I thought---I don't know what I thought,” Gendry finished at last.

He was hit, too, Arya thought as she bit her lip, Am I the first woman he's looked upon?

Feeling unusually shy, Arya nodded her said. “Then I thank you, Gendry the Blacksmith. Can I see the arrow in your hand?”

He looked suspicious. “Why?” Arya shrugged. “I'd just like to see it,” She then pulled the arrow that hit her from the ground to show him, “I got hit by a bow, too. If I look at yours closely, I'll know whether we were hit by the same being.”

Despite the apprehensive look on his face, Gendry handed her the arrow. “I wouldn't give that to no other person if they'd been so cross with me, not even a goddess, but since you might know who in seven hells through it, you're free to look.”

Arya nodded as she examined the arrow he gave her and the one that hit her leg.

Yes, they're exactly the same. Damned Satin and his arrows! Why did he have to seek me out. We're bound by love now! Arya sighed as she gave the arrow back to him. When their fingers touched, she felt a thrilling jolt of thunder between her fingers. The feeling was so intense that Arya and Gendry were left in shock for moments before the sensation passed. If Arya had any doubt of what spell was upon them, that doubt was lost forever.

After taking a deep breath, Arya said, “This is no common arrow,” Gendry gave her a confused expression that nearly made Arya melt but she moved forward, “this is one of Satin's arrows. I think we're under a love spell.”

His blue eyes rounded. “Love spell? This is witchcraft? I never heard of no Satin.”

Arya shook her head. “It's not witchcraft. Not exactly. I don't know what blacksmiths know of the gods, but Satin is the god of love. I don't know why but he's struck us. Am I the first woman you've looked upon since the arrow struck?” He slowly nodded.

Arya bit her lip. “You're the first man I've seen.”

“What does that mean?” he asked warily.

Without much thought, Arya leaned in to grab him by the hand. The lock of their fingers sent wonderful shots of pleasure through her blood. Arya's eyes fluttered open and shut as she felt the feeling subside. Once the magic dimmed down, Arya looked up at the handsome face before her. By the flushed, dazed look on his face, Arya knew that he felt the same feeling.

“It means we're bonded.”

#gendrya #one shot #rated g #rated t

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asongofstarkandtargaryen · 2 years

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JON SNOW - HUMOROUS MOMENTS Shocking news: The Black Bastard can actually smile and laugh!

Jon is often seen as a silent broody emo teen. He can be grumpy at times (especially in ADWD where his responsiblilites have take a toll on him) however he also can laugh at funny and nice situations. After all, if he disliked laughing and having a good time he wouldn’t have picked Pyp (aka the man “joking” is my middle name) as one of his closest friends. The truth is that he prefers to listen to his friends’ jokes and laughing along with them instead of being the one who cracks the jokes (but if occassion calls it, he can also do that).First, let’s examine some scenes of Jon laughing and on the second part of his meta I’ll include some of Jon’s japes.

My favourite scene feauting Jon laughing is the one after he and Ghost comforted Sam. The poor boy who was crying up to that moment, started to laugh and so did Jon. That sweet scene of them was a great beggining to my favourite asoiaf friendship:

It was Ghost who knew what to do. Silent as shadow, the pale direwolf moved closer and began to lick the warm tears off Samwell Tarly's face. The fat boy cried out, startled … and somehow, in a heartbeat, his sobs turned to laughter.

Jon Snow laughed with him. Afterward they sat on the frozen ground, huddled in their cloaks with Ghost between them.

After they become friends those two keep having their private jokes:

[Jon:]"Toad sometimes sings too, if you call it singing. Drinking songs he learned in his father's winesink. Pyp says his voice is piss poured over a fart." They laughed at that together.

Jon is often seen laughing over some joke Pyp makes. Here is an example where pretty much everyone in their group is laughing (except from Grenn):

"Ho," said Pyp. "Listen to the crow call the raven black. You're certain to be a ranger, Toad. They'll want you as far from the castle as they can. If Mance Rayder attacks, lift your visor and show your face, and he'll run off screaming."

Everyone laughed but Grenn.

And ofc, Pyp the comedian of their group managed to make Jon smile even when he teases him:

Pyp grinned. "The Night's Watch is thousands of years old," he said, "but I'll wager Lord Snow's the first brother ever honored for burning down the Lord Commander's Tower."The others laughed, and even Jon had to smile.

Sweet memories of Jon’s childhood in Winterfell is something that also give him enough joy to express it through a laugh:

[...] I was walking the wall around the yard when I came on you and your brother Robb. It had snowed the night before, and the two of you had built a great mountain above the gate and were waiting for someone likely to pass underneath."

"I remember," said Jon with a startled laugh

Speaking of Winterfell and childhood Jon and Arya used to finish each other’s sentances and laugh afterwards. Also, let’s remember the prank he and his brother Robb pulled on their younger siblings where Jon in order to make them afraid he was dressed as a ghost / This sshows that even as a child,Jon had developed a sense of humor and had no problem to pull a harmless prank in order to have fun.

Moving on the time he spend with Wildings, he started to laugh more often. He is shown to laugh when he meets a giant for the first time, and of course he laughs around Ygritte, the girl he likes, because that’s joy and being in love for the first time go hand in hand.

Ygritte stumbled into the pool and screeched at the cold of the water. When Jon laughed, she pulled him in too.

Another time, he almost burst into laughing is when he obeseves tbe metting of Val and Ser Patrek.

"How odd, when she has never seen me." Val patted Ser Patrek on the head. "Up with you now, ser kneeler. Up, up."

She sounded as if she were talking to a dog.It was all that Jon could do not to laugh

And Val treating a knight as a dog was very funny to me too. So I can’t blame Jon for trying really hard not to show he’s amused by the situation.

I wouldn’t exactly say that Jon cracks the best jokes or that he’s an extremely funny person. His humor is rather dry and sometimes when he tries to make a joke his attempts are less than successful (not only in universe but also outside of it, Personally, I get some second hand embarassment about some of his jokes xD).

Let’s list some of them starting with one he made in order to make his Black Brothers feel at east even for a while during the Batlle of Castle Black:

The chariots, the horsemen, all those fools on foot . . . what are they going to do to us up here? Any of you ever see a mammoth climb a wall?" He laughed, and Pyp and Owen and half a dozen more laughed with him.

Jon has also made a joke about Queen Selyse’s appearance (imo, it’s so bad that makes me laugh because of it):

They made their way toward the King's Tower, along fresh-shoveled pathways between mounds of dirty snow. "I have heard it said that your queen has a great dark beard."J

on knew he should not smile, but he did. "Only a mustache. Very wispy. You can count the hairs."

Here is Jon joking and being a smartass towards his fellow new NW recruits:

“You make us look bad', complained Toad.

'’You looked bad before I ever met you'’, Jon told him.

My favourite Jon Snow´s joke is the one he makes while he´s trying to mock Ser Allister Thorne (that pain in the ass totally deserved it):

Alliser Thorne overheard him. "Lord Snow wants to take my place now." He sneered. "I'd have an easier time teaching a wolf to juggle than you will training this aurochs.”

"I'll take that wager, Ser Alliser," Jon said. "I'd love to see Ghost juggle."

Jon being audacious owns my heart, And he also manages to irritate Allister Thorne so this is always a bonus in my book. You go and tell him, boy!

I decided to close this meta with a quote that highlights that even the supposed gloomy Jon Snow will find time to laugh and have fun because joy is needed in order to survive his harsh world’s reality

Jon had to laugh. Even now, even here. Ygritte had been fond of Longspear Ryk. He hoped he found some joy with Tormund's Munda. Someone needed to find some joy somewhere.

#jon snow #jonsnowmonth2022 #asoiaf meta #jon snow meta #mymeta

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sailorshadzter · 5 years

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some jonsa angst because it’s been awhile. i want them to have all the happy endings ever but sometimes i need to let out the angst.

also,i fixed episode 4′s mistake between jon & ghost. you’re welcome, lol.

ps. spoilers, obviously!

Bran's words echo in her ears, their meaning hanging between the four of them.

Her heart is racing, racing faster than it's done in all her life; she sways and before she can catch herself, she begins to fall. Both Jon and Arya reach for her, but he his quickest. He always is when it comes to her. His warm grip steadies her, holding her strong and upright though she longs to sink to the ground. "Stay with me," he says softly, his breath warm against her ear as he leans his head into hers, though his eyes flicker to the other two Stark children, Arya looking on with more worry than he'd seen since returning to Winterfell some days ago.

"She's overtired," Bran's empty voice intones, to which Arya nods, her dark eyes flashing. There's so many things left unspoken between the four- words now nearly forgotten in the aftermath of Jon's confession. "Take her to her chambers," he goes on with a nod, gesturing for Jon to take his leave with Sansa. Their eyes meet and it's almost as if Bran knows the truth of him, of his very heart. Jon swallows but then nods, looking back to Arya just one last time, but she too nods and gestures for him to go on without her. And so then Jon hefts Sansa's body into his arms though she softly protests, insisting she can walk the short distance back inside. She gives up after a few moments, for truly all of her energy has been drained and its all she can do to keep her head upright. So instead she lays it against Jon's strong shoulder and allows him to carry her back towards their home.

They go in silence, making their way back through the courtyard and into Winterfell. Some stop and stare, some even inquire after their beloved Lady, but Jon waves them away and continues on, stopping only when they arrive at the door to the Lord's chambers. He pushes the door open and enters, crossing the room to gently set her down onto her tightly made bed. Crossing the room, he pours her a cup of ale from the jug on her table and brings it back to her, pressing it into her hands. "Drink." He commands, watching her closely until she's taken one long drink from the cup. "How do you feel?" He asks, allowing himself to sink down onto the edge of her bed, suddenly feeling cold without the warmth of her body in his arms. He can't help but to be cross with himself for not noticing how tired she looked, for now that he inspected her closely she was pale and drawn. For days he's been consumed with placating Daenerys and fighting a war, he'd forgotten to pay mind to the girl he loved with his whole heart.

"Better," she murmurs, taking another sip of the drink before he can tell her to. The ale is bitter, but not so bad as the ale he'd once given her at Castle Black. When their eyes meet, she wonders if he's thinking about that time, too. But why would he think back to a time like that with her? Jon has a new love he must think of always and that love wasn't her. Rather, it was an infuriatingly beautiful foreign queen with a temper like the dragons she called her children. It was a wonder she'd not burned down all of Winterfell in a rage. "You can go if you'd like." She finally says, drawing her eyes from his to stare down at the cup clutched between her hands. Looking him in the eye was just too painful. His steady, dark gaze cut her like glass and she swore he could see straight into her soul with his piercing stare.

I don't want to go anywhere, the words are there on the tip of his tongue. He wants to tell her the truth more than anything. But he's so close now... He can't give in yet and risk it all. Not yet. In the morning they would ride South for King's Landing and then Dany would have her throne. And once she had it... Jon would be free. At least, he hoped he would be. "I'm leaving Ghost here with you," he replies instead, watching as her face lifts to look at him yet again. "The South is no place for a direwolf." He goes on with a slow smile, reaching out to touch her hand that's now curled atop her lap. "I'll feel better knowing he's here to watch over you." His hand is warm and comforting.

For some reason, these words give her a flicker of hope, though it fades as he rises up from the edge of her bed. "Be safe," she says to the man she once called brother, her heart breaking into thousands of tiny pieces. Once, she'd felt ashamed by the growing feelings she had for Jon and for the ones she thought he returned. Now, with this revelation of his true parentage, it opened up the door for them to act upon such feelings... But he'd left for Dragonstone and come back with a pretty, silver-haired queen on his arm, and with such a perfect creature Sansa could not compete. For some reason, Jon loved her and she had to accept it no matter how much it hurt.

Jon stood there a moment longer, committing to memory the way her face looked as she stared up at him. Her sapphire eyes were dark with sadness and Jon knew he was the source of her pain. Though she worried incessantly about the North and her family's safety, Jon knew he was a big source of her sorrow. I'll make it up to you, I promise, he silently vows, before leaning over her and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. For a single moment, everything was as it always had been, and they were two half-siblings teetering on the edge of something dangerous. But then Jon straightened up and once again, was who he had been pretending to be since gaining Daenerys' trust. Soon... Soon it would be over.

As he shuts the door behind him, Jon hears the sob catching in her throat, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to not turn back and take her into his arms. But he forced himself forwards, down the corridors to his own chambers, where for one final night he would sleep. Then, come morning he would indeed ride South with a queen he did not love, to fight for a throne he didn't think she deserved- but in the end, it was all for her... It was all for Sansa and for the North.

#jonsa #got fanfic #i wrote this #my writing #got spoilers #jon snow #sansa stark #jon x sansa

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a-fangirl-universe · 5 years

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My review for this week episode is more a rant because guys I’m mad !!!

So the beginning was basically burning the deads and honoring them but also celebrating the victory because they survived for the most part. So we see people being happy Sandor having a discussion with Gendry was hilarious and Brienne and Jaime flirting (but I’ll talk about the characters a bit later). But then after some down time they start to plan their attacks on King’s Landing because for now Cersei is still on the throne. We feel the tensions, we feel that the truce is over that now they don’t agree anymore because they don’t feel like their goals are the same. They don’t listen to Sansa so it doesn’t happened as they hoped it would because of it and the end is quite heartbreaking.

Well now the characters (and some of the rant start)

- First Gendry proposal ???? What ???? So he’s now a lord because Dany decided it and he just proposed to Arya and this was really awkward. I mean there were no ways that she would say yes. I mean she’s Arya, she never wanted to be a lady live in a castle and everything and they weird thing is that Gendry knows that so his proposal is just weird so what they couldn’t be happy for a bit ? No ? Sad for me then.

- To stay in the Arya corner : why no one, like no one !!!! (except Dany) is praising from saving them all !!! I mean a girl deserve all the praise !!! please...

- So to continue on with Stark sisters : Sansa give a wolf brooch to Theon, branding him as a Stark and honoring him and I cried because this moment guys it was sad !!! Second : WHY NO ONE EVER LISTEN TO SANSA WHEN IT COMES TO MILITARY (and I’m talking mostly about Jon because he knows her, she’s his sister, he trust her and he knows what she can so please let her make a point !!!) my queen in the north knows what she does she’s freaking smart !!! Oh and that weird conversation with Clean where she “grateful” for Ramsay like NO WAY that’s not a way to bring this up !!! It was plain awful like everything that happened to her she can’t be grateful and rape is not a way to make a character grow she was grown before that happened I’m sorry that was awful treatment. (This episode was kind of awful for female character, I guess they were too badass in last week episode)

- Jon my boy. I like him honestly he is a great character but can’t he I don’t know try to a bit a leader (maybe if Dany has someone who she loves and who would challenge her it could have been better for her, who know like in S7) Maybe he should have organise a meeting between his sisters and Dany so they would agree on a strategy for the war. He’s supposed to be a leader and he’s not in this episode at least. AND HE FREAKING ABANDONED GHOST !!! That’s the least Jon Snow thing to do he loves his Direwolf they’ve been together for 8 seasons and Ghost went to battle for him and he just left him left that without saying goodbye or petting him or anything once again out of character

- Brienne (oh here we come once again a female character who suffered in this episode) : Was I happy that she slept with Jamie yeah ! Was I feeling uncomfortable when Tyrion asked her if she was a virgin : yeah that was awkward. So she left after that and Jamie goes after her and Tormund sees them and he looks so disappointed. And they talk (a bit) and sleep and on the moment it was cute but because it wasn’t a good episode for ships we have this scene at the end where leaves Winterfell to go to King’s Landing (I hope he’s lying and he’s gonna try to kill Cersei and not join her because that would be a waste of character development) And this scene was weird because Brienne is joining him in the courtyard and she basically begs him to stay. That she’s hurt that he leaves in the middle of the night without telling her it’s one thing but I expected her to be angry and not begging. I mean that was so out of character (once again it seems that’s my motto this week)

- So final character : Daenerys... I’ll try to stay as calm as possible. So she’s not a perfect character, she’s not even the best person to be sitting on the throne and she may have shown that she can make some questionnable decisions. Sure. But this episode basically showed us that she’s crazy and destroy all 7 seasons of character development. First, during the feast I felt sorry for her, everyone praise Jon for riding a dragon (remind us who’s the mother of dragons and the only reason why Jon could ever ride a dragon) she feel isolated and she start also to understand that even if she help them they’ll never praise them the way they did Jon because they don’t know her and at that moment she realize that if someone ever knows that Jon is the heir to the iron throne they’ll support him and not her. She’s hurt, she lost one of her most trusted advisor and oldest friend and she realize that she could maybe not have the throne. Her scene with Jon is really bittersweet, once again we see that they love each other but she knows that he may be the reason who would cost her the throne and weirdly she’s quite soft with him. She begs him to keep his secret even from his sisters (and we know it won’t happened but she hoped it would). It felt like it was the beginning of them not being one the same side. So after that tense and bittersweet scene we have the war council where she basically says that she’ll be leaving for King’s Landing as soon as possible. So before the scenes in King’s Landing we see Tyrion and Varys talking about their queen and their opinion whether she should be on the throne or not. The patriarchy was strong in this scene because they basically say that Jon should be king because he’s a guy (yeah maybe also because he doesn’t burn his enemies) but the main argument that they talked about several time is the fact that he’s a boy. I’m not against Jon on the throne technically but make it because he would be a better ruler and forget his gender please it would have been better (for me at least) And here comes the final scenes that made so mad. So they come across Euron’s fleet and they should have seen it coming but no. And Rhaegal dies (please stop killing dragons) and we see a shift in her, because they kill one of her children and Euron attack her and her fleet and once she came back on shore she realized that Missandei, her best friend has been kidnapped by Cersei. Seeing her in chain made me sick not after everything she’s been through. So Dany meet with Cersei and they try to negotiate and it’s a failure (I love Tyrion but he should know by now that you can’t discuss with Cersei) AND THEY KILL MISSANDEI (because killing off the only woc is obviously a great idea....) I was so mad at that choice. Because the reason for that is that Dany “broken” by grief over her oldest advisor, one of her children and her best friend will go crazy. They wanted Dany to be a bad guy, ok their choice but they had 7 seasons to make that a progressif change (yes she made mistake before but she was still a good guy you know even if some of her actions were not really well done). They had time to build her character to have her shift from savior and breaker of chain and mother of dragons to crazy girl who wants to throne. Because even if she expressed that side sometime in time of need she always chose the good thing (going after Jon, fighting the army of the dead). So my problem is not her becoming crazy, actually it’s kind of my problem because she shouldn’t be brand crazy just because she wants power because the only time she felt save was when she had a position of power, being a Khalessi, having dragons, rolling over the Bay of Dragons so her wanting power is understandable, but that would be something I could have accept if the transition was more smooth and less sudden honestly. And did it required a woc dying and a strong powerful female character changing that way. No in my opinion, they should have made the shift earlier or not picture her in a version that is a bit too over the top. I’m mad at what they did to my queen because I root for her, honestly after what they did to Missandei she has every rights to burn a city to the ground.

That was my rant. I’m sorry if you hate Daenerys or Sansa because I stan them both and they deserve their happy endings. Do I still love the show yes, because I’m thinking that if a tv shows doesn’t make me feel stuff (even anger) then I’m not that into it and like being into stuff (that’s weird)

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