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kolsangel · 2 years

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੭ु⁾ ⚜ dating kai parker

❥ A/N : this is my new side blog, requests are opened so if u have some, ask away :) please reblog and comment if u enjoyed my content I need to see that the tvdu fandom is still there ! 👼🏻

⚜. kai is a clingy ass mf. he spent 22 years deprived of any physical contact and he just has to be touching you in some way, whether it's wrapping an arm around your waist in public or watching TV with you on his lap.

⚜. he's very insecure because of his childhood, he feels like a failure and a burden so he requires lots of patience and reassurance. also he can act childish if he is asked not to be so clingy, he might get pouty, but after he calms down, he will apologise for overwhelming you.

⚜. he's giving his all to you, he never felt so in love with someone before and he would do everything it takes to keep you with him. he tries to show love as best as he can but he was never truly loved by his family himself. he takes inspiration from the romance books he read while he was bored in the prison world, which never fails to make you feel like a princess.

⚜. acts of service is his main love language, he cooks for you any chance he gets and he smiles to himself while doing so, thinking of your bright smile seeing he surprised you with dinner

⚜. he really is one to pay attention to the little details and bring them up. he didn't talk to anyone for 22 years, he's very chatty that's for sure but he is a great listener too and is fascinated by every details of your life. he wants to make you feel important, loved and respected.

⚜. he loves to embarrass you in front of your friends and especially Damon. he has no filter and spills details about you two to whoever is in the room. "Y/N won't move from their bed today, have you taken them drinking?" Damon asks Caroline and Elena. "No they weren't with us, I think she was with- " Caroline starts but gets interrupted by Kai : "They were with me. And as a matter of fact, they can't move for obvious reasons" he says, smirking. The absence of reaction from your friends caused him to keep going. " I railed them, obviously, " he adds, chuckling. "Oh come on don't look so shocked it's not like you never fucked anyone before, no one here is a virgin as far as i know, especially not Damon, this little whore".

⚜. his nicknames for you are soooo random because he flirts with you any given moment, there is "sweetheart, princess, pretty girl, gorgeous, my love, babe and little devil", ironically he loves calling you the latter whereas you are the angel of the two of you, his angel. that's his name for you in his phone by the way, because he really sees you as a guardian angel.

⚜. he is super expressive and his reactions are the sweetest. The moment he saw you dressed up or trying a new make-up look, his jaw would literally drop and turn into a chuckle. He would put his hands on his mouth, and his eyes would widen. "you are fucking gorgeous y/n. how did I get so lucky." he says and embraces you into a hug.

⚜. his favourite thing is when you teach him about the new things he never got ahold of. Like when you show him the latest horror movies, he gets fascinated by the special effects and smiles like a little kid, or when you download instagram for him. speaking of, he is not a big fan of social media, he thinks it’s supid and useless and it cuts you off from reality.

⚜. he is canonically very childish and gets excited over small things. like if you surprise him with a burger from the mystic grill, he’ll get all giddy and of course, eat it like a pig. you bought a small crumbs vacuum and forced him to use it so that the couch would not be constantly dirty with his pork rinds leftovers.

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patrocles · 1 year

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LORDS OF WINTERFELL + THEIR BASTARD SIBING - Torrhen Stark & Brandon Snow

To say that Torrhen Stark's decision to bend the knee to Aegon I was an unpopular one was an understatment. The king had ruled for nearly twenty years by that point and had maintained a rare tenure of peace and agricultural prosperity before the arrival of the Targaryen invaders. But while the decision to give up his crown may have saved the lives of the people of the North, it cost him the respect of his sons, his lords, and his brother, Brandon Snow.

Brandon was nearly a decade younger than the king, only just older than Torrhen's sons. The two had been close all their lives, as Brandon was raised within the royal Stark family amicably. He was trained as a warrior, one of the finest archers of the land. And he was bold, too. But like the rest of the North, Brandon held on to his grudges. It would be many months before Brandon spoke to Torrhen again after bending the knee to Aegon, and many more years before he considered forgiving his elder brother.

Torrhen prevented Brandon from trying to kill the dragons of Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya. Before departing Winterfell, Brandon carved three arrows. He prayed over them, willed the power of the Old Gods to guide them true and slay the beasts. But Torrhen forbade him from using them. They argued and raged at each other before finally Brandon agreed to treat with Aegon, but left his bow behind. By the next morning, Torrhen handed his crown to the conqueror and Brandon spat at his feet.

It was not that Torrhen did not believe his brother could accomplish his mission, and for many years after it haunted him that perhaps he should have let the boy try. But he knew that Brandon would die a martyr in the attempt. Perhaps it as his selfishness to not see his brother, and eventually his sons to die pointless deaths. In the attempt to find a peace, he lost his brother's respect, and his sons struggled to even look at him. Brandon lived in his rage; anger at Torrhen's cowardice, anger at himself for listening to him. But Brandon could not fathom a king's responsability to his country, and did not bear the weight of it. Perhaps Torrhen was preventing his brother from an inevitable failure that which he would be blamed for. The bastard that could not kill a dragon. He gladly kept Brandon's resentment for the rest of his life, if meant saving him that.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiafgif #asoiafedit #valyrianscrolls #torrhen stark #brandon snow #siblingsgifs #celebrating my freedom from shadowban hell with Ultra Niche Content #pls keep in mind that all of this above is my own narrative creative liberty #but i am truly obsessed with bran's vision of brandon carving the arrows?????#SAY MORE GEORGE #is there something special about weirwoods that would have made it possible to kill them?? what would have happened if he did kill them?#aegon still had the bigger army and likely would have defeated the north's forces #BUT this is the north so??????#maybe we should have let brandon do his thing a bit #wheres my stark history book george stop playing with me #i just want 1 detail #about any of them

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thewatcher0nthewall · 4 months

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The Wolves of Winterfell.

At the Year of 282 After Aegon's Conquest, the Mad King, Aerys II Targaryen executed Brandon and Rickard Stark at the Red Keep.

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filmap · 1 year

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Nope Jordan Peele. 2022

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kaleidoscopewritings19 · 2 years

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“The Death of a Bastard Series” (Part 1 of?)

Title: “The Death of a Bastard” (PART 1)

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

Warnings: Mentions of death and blood.

Summary: The reader is the first to find Jon Snow’s lifeless body. She has to flee away from Castle Black and go back to her home, Rivendell. She reminisces, and remembers how she met her “Snow”, and fell in love with him. But she was promised to his half brother, Robb. Mostly based around how they met, and what in between their meeting and his death.

The palm of your hand rested across the cheek of the only man you could bring yourself to love. Your mind fumbled, and your lips trembled: “How could this have happened?” You questioned as you stared down at his cold, pale, face.

Stannis’s most trusted vassal: Davos, Edd,and a few other’s stood next to you as you mourned over Jon’s lifeless body. Your dress was stained with the blood of your lover, his scent lingered on your body.

All you could think about was: what would have happened if you would’ve stopped Jon from leaving the lord Commanders tower? All you could think about was how he never came back up, and when you finally got up to find him, you saw a lifeless body on the ground. With an eyebrow raised, you ran down the steps.

Blood pooled around the body, staining the purity of the snow. Once you got closer, you recognized the dark brown curly hair. Racing to him, you dropped to your knees, “Jon! Jon! Wake up!” You cried as you cradled his body.

He was sputtering for air, “Y/N…. You… you must leave….” You ran your fingers through his hair, “Jon, please, please, don’t die. I — I love you…” you whisper as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Jon looked up at you, “I will al..ways… love you…” he whispered back, and then he breathed his last breath. You laid your face against his, as you sobbed his name, and whispered: “Why?” You heard the snow crunch beneath someone’s feet, and you looked around frantically.

“Lady Y/N, who did this? Did you see who did this?”Davos asked while staring at the sign: Traitor. You turned to look at the sign, and sobbed, “He did what he thought was right… I don’t understand.. I don’t understand. Why?” You sobbed as Davos knelt down.

Voices followed your sobs, “It’s the lord Commander!” All of Jon’s trusted “brothers” came running, Davos looked around him.

“Help me get him inside….” Davos said, looking around to make sure that no one was watching. He helped you up, all you wanted was to collapse into the snow.

They closed the door and barred it so no one could get in. They swiped everything off of Jon’s table, and laid his body across it. Ghost’s howls rang in your ear, the pang of sadness could be heard by anyone and everything.

“Thorne did this!”

“How many of your brothers do you think you can trust?” Davos asked and Edd spoke up, “Trust? The men in this room.”

Davos turned to you, “Is the wolf familiar with you, m’lady?” He asked and you gave him a nod. “Will you get him? We need all the help we can get.” You started to walk towards the door, but Edd placed his hand around your wrist.

“I will go get him. We need to protect lady Y/N, only the god’s know what the others will do if they see her. They’d do anything to hurt our lord commander.” He said and Davos gave him a nod.

But when Edd reached for the door there was a knock, and all of the men around you pulled out their swords. They all stood silent, until an all too familiar voice, one that belonged to a woman, was heard on the other side of the door. “Ser Davos.”

Davos gave Edd a look to open the door. You scowled once the red woman came through the door. Jon had told you about her trying to seduce him. You felt threatened by her beauty; you knew Jon loved you though.

When she walked through the door, you stood in front of Jon’s body as if you were protecting him. She peered around your frame, and her facial expression dropped. Melisandre walked past you, and you looked over your shoulder; she gently touched his cheek. “I saw him in the flames, fighting at Winterfell…” she whispered, clearly confused that another one of her visions weren’t right.

Davos walked to where you were standing, “I can’t speak for the flames, but he’s gone…” the red woman turned on her heels to face you. You stepped back, but she stepped up to you, and her hand rested on your cheek. Shivering, you removed her hand from your face.

“You were in the flames… you… are you with child?” She asked and all eyes turned to you. Edd got between the two of you, and he faced his body towards the red woman. “Well, you saw wrong. Jon took his vow and withheld that vow….” He turned to look at you, and you looked down at your feet.

Davos motioned for the red woman to back away. Tears rolled down your face, you were going to tell him tonight, but now it was too late. You quickly stepped out of the room, and walked down the stairs. You raised your hood, and pulled your cloak tight around your body.

Quickly, you opened the door where Ghost was being kept. He lunged out, his red eyes gleaming, he nudged you until you were walking. You heard shouting coming from the Mess Hall.

You quietly moved closer, so you could hear. “He was our lord commander!”

“He never should have been!”

You could hear someone beat their fists against something, “You all know why you’re here. Snow is dead.” Alliser Thorne’s voice boomed. You hated him from the moment you met him.

“Who killed him?” One of the men asked and he replied, “I did.” You had to stop yourself from marching in there, and throat punching Thorne.

There was a roar of voices. They were angry, they shouted: “murderers!” “Traitors!” A hand on your shoulder made you jump, “M’lady..” Edd hissed, “You know you can’t be out here by yourself….” He whispered.

Edd wrapped his arm around your waist and quickly escorted you back to the room. Before he opened the door he turned to you, “Is it true? What the red woman said? Are you with child? Jon Snow’s child?” He asked and you looked down at your blood stained boots.

“Yes. I was to tell him tonight.” You say as you looked up at Jon’s friend. “If the others find out you’re carrying his bastard, they will try to murder you and the child.” He said and you glared at Edd.

“Do not call our child a bastard. And I know, once we figure out what to do, I’ll leave.” You say as you open the door to the room.

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Part 2 maybe? 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

#game of thrones #jon snow #jon snow x reader #winterfell #the wall #house stark #dire wolf #king of the north #winter is coming #jon snow smut #robb stark #arya strak #sansa stark #brandon stark

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valyriansource · 1 year

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"Bael had brought her back?"

"No. They had been in Winterfell all the time, hiding with the dead beneath the castle. The maid loved Bael so dearly she bore him a son, the song says . . . though if truth be told, all the maids love Bael in them songs he wrote. Be that as it may, what's certain is that Bael left the child in payment for the rose he'd plucked unasked, and that the boy grew to be the next Lord Stark. So there it is—you have Bael's blood in you, same as me."

beyond the wall week 2022 - day two: songs & legends

#beyondthewallweek2022 #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #asoiafedit #thenorthsource #bael the bard #brandon the daughterless #the north #beyond the wall #preseries #gifs #ours

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lowcountry-gothic · 7 months

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Asia's Ice Cream Shoppe in North Charleston, SC. Photo by Brandon Coffey.

I have a real fondness for hand painted signs in Charleston. These kinds of signs were very popular from the late 1960s (at least, if not earlier) well into the 2000s but slowly started disappearing. I have noticed more people adopting hand painted signs again which makes me happy. This particular font was popular with Charleston artists, many if not most being African American. This is the largely the type I mean when I mention the dates they were popular as I know hand painted signs have been around forever. Just because we have technological advances, doesn’t mean that it is better than what we can produce with our own two hands. This was a small ice cream/sweet shop off of Remount Road in North Charleston. The mural has since been painted over.

#brandon coffey #north charleston #south carolina #southern

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porplemuffin · 7 days

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The Full House Stark collection!

(Robb, Jon, Bran, Rickon, Arya, Sansa)

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thisnerdywriter · 2 years

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I believe John Thornton of North and South (spoiler alert) is the most beautifully masculine character ever written in English literature.

Why? Here's why (caution: love ahead, may fall in)

As everyone expects him to be, he seems to be - at first- the hard, icy arrogant businessman indifferent to other's feelings and situations more importantly those below him.

Surprisingly he is damn soft hearty (like the paws of a kitten) who loves his hard tiring life of Milton (a dirty city) and *is* considerate of his workers. He meets Margaret Hale and instantly has a crush on her. He's like, 'shut up, I don't . I am NOT feeling anything like that.' But his mother knows better.

He sees her at the dinner (ahem, organize it for the sole purpose). And gawwdd, he has to stop staring at her, so he ignores her but knows where she is all the time. He flashes his rare smiles knowing she's watching him. Before anything, he is in love with her, despite knowing she's too proud to love him back.

He accepts his love for her when she throws herself in the face of danger to protect him (he's like girl!! you're badass!!) . Now there's no going back. He's grateful for her and truly appreciates her presence in his life.

Without beating around the bush, he goes and confesses (everything. Also the fact that he's never been in love and you made me). Of course she rejected, cuz she's a proud bitch. But you know what he says? This:

"Now I love and I will love. But do not be afraid of too much expression on my part."

OMG LIKE MANNN!!!

He goes away and she catches hints of tears in his eyes. Of course he cried. He did, he went to mamma and when she asks what's up? He crys on her shoulder. A GROWN MAN WHO'S RICH SUCCESSFUL AND HANDSOME CRIES ON HIS MOTHER'S SHOULDER BECAUSE THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE REJECTED HIM!!!!!

He still loves her, he promised he always will. Looks after her family, saves her from humiliation, does her father's funeral and keep in touch with her godfather to know if she's well. He also goes to her hometown to feel how she might have grown up.

The last scenes they finally get together, he presents her a pressed flower from her hometown know she terribly misses going there. Omgggg!!!!!!!! How can anyone write such a beautiful character?????

#dark academia #north and south #elizabeth gaskell #literature #jane austen #Mr. Thornton #mr. darcy #pride and predujice #jane eyre #charlotte bronte #Persuasion #english literature #book nerd #book boyfriend #books #Mr. Tinley #colonel brandon #Mary barton #bookworm

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atherpurest · 1 year

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“Arya Underfoot, he almost said. Arya Horseface. Robb's younger sister, brown-haired, long-faced, skinny as a stick. Always dirty.”

Arya Stark of Winterfell.

#Arya Stark #winterfell #no one #house stark #eddard stark #sansa #Robb Stark #catelyn #brandon #bran #rickon #cregan #asoiaf #got #game of thrones #grey #north #wolf #wolves #lady

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rosaluxembae · 1 year

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"Sansa's going to be Queen in the North"

"Arya's going to be Queen in the North"

What y'all wishing Cat's little boys? 😭

#unless Arianne crowns Myrcella again #i could go for that #but its not happening #asoiaf #ados #king in the north #queen in the north #arya stark #sansa stark #bran stark #brandon stark #rickon stark

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0mythical-bitch0 · 1 year

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Updated my Native Indigenous Stark Fancast, still not completely satisfied but it’s what I’ve got to work with. Starting with the girls,

Amber Midthunder as Lyanna Stark

Blu Hunt as Arya Stark

David Midthunder as Ned Stark

Tokala Black Elk as Benjen Stark

Joel Oulette as Jon Snow

Martin Sensmeier as Brandon Stark

Amber Midthunder is Native American and of the Fort Peck Assiniboine and Sioux Tribe

Blu Hunt is Native American and a descendant of the Lakota tribe

David Midthunder is Native American and of the Fort Peck Assiniboine tribe

Tokala Black Elk is Native American and of the Oglala Lakota Tribe

Joel Oulette is of the Red River Métis Nations

Martin Sensmeier is Native American of Alaska Indigenous and European descent

Full disclosure all this information is from google so high chance there’s some part of it wrong

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mundoasoiaf · 6 months

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"O lugar de Arya era Winterfell, só que Winterfell tinha se acabado. Quando a neve cai e os ventos brancos sopram, o lobo solitário morre, mas a alcateia sobrevive. Ela não tinha alcateia, no entanto. Eles haviam matado sua matilha, Sor Ilyn, Sor Meryn e a rainha, e quando ela tentou fazer uma nova, todos eles fugiram, Torta Quente, Gendry, Yoren e Lommy Mãos-verdes, até mesmo Harwin, que tinha sido homem de seu pai." - O Festim dos Corvos // Arya II

🎨: Cao Ke

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inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 · 1 year

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bran stark x f! reader (draft)

Warnings: mention of death

"I want to meet them, father!" Lynn squirmed and her hands grew sweaty as she felt her parent's blank stare.

“Know them? Tell me, Lynn, how do you plan to do it?” Her lord her father adjusted his doublet with a mocking smile that made her feel ridiculous, that gesture of his always made her feel that way. “Before or during her attack? Because savages tend to aim for the head and I'm afraid if you have a sore mouth you won't be able to tell much about them.”

Lynn bit her lip, humiliated, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

“You see, my dear daughter, those are dreams of infants and…”

She felt disconnected for a few seconds, the sting that came from the words and words released by her parent did nothing more than stun her and cause a repulsion towards herself. She was an idiot. How had he come up with such a stupid idea? Interact with the savages on the other side of the wall. They would kill her painfully for the mere fact of being in front of them.

“I hope you understand.”

She nodded and felt the tender caress produced by her response.

That day Lynn gave up a part of her innocence.

"Please Sansa!"

She looked with pleading eyes at the one who had been the victim of her jealousy for years. Lady Stark was not moved by her father's voice despite the tears streaming down her pale face. No, Lynn had known her better than anyone, it was a mask that she learned to perfect through her and her father's influence.

“Lord Baelish, I sentence you to death.”

Lynn pursed her lips simply as she felt a jumble of emotions inside her. She wanted to scream to avoid it, she wanted everything to go dark at the same time, she wanted to kill her, she wanted her father to die with her. After all he always favored young Sansa over his own blood.

It would be fair for him to rot with the redhead.

When Arya Stark cut his neck, she felt for a second a feeling of euphoria, her face was teary and her hands were sweaty but a crooked smile shone on her lips. Finally, everything went dark.

She opened her eyes, realizing that she was on a bed and had wet strips on her forehead. When she recovered, she was taken before the Queen of the North and her brooding brothers of hers. Brandon Stark had always gotten on her nerves; she had exclaimed to her father that they should leave Winterfell when he said the same phrase that was on her father's mind.

"Chaos is a ladder"

But he didn't take her into account and now he wasn't in the world of the living.

Arya Stark spoke again, turning away from them to go to the winter castle, while Brandon and Sansa remained in the forest with her.

"I'm sorry you saw that." The inhumanly calm voice of the young three-eyed raven sent a chill down her spine. His dark eyes seemed to bore into her.

"His father was a traitor."

Lynn felt a slight pang of anger at Sansa's words.

"But he was still his father."

He barely finished speaking, he fixed his brown eyes on her again and for some reason, she felt that their paths were permanently connected.

#lordbaelish #petyr baelish #bran stark #house stark #bran stark x reader #stark #sansa stark #queen of the north #brandon stark #baelish #oneshot #game of thrones #draft

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kaleidoscopewritings19 · 2 years

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“The Death of a Bastard” Series (Part 2 of?)

Title: “Riding away with nothing but Memories”

PART 2 to: “The Death of a Bastard.”

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader/ Reader and Robb Stark

PART 1 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

Warnings: really none.

Summary: The reader is the first to find Jon Snow’s lifeless body. She has to flee away from Castle Black and go back to her home, Rivendell. She reminisces, and remembers how she met her “Snow”, and fell in love with him. But she was promised to his half brother, Robb. Mostly based around how they met, and what in between their meeting and his death.

Comment if you want to be apart of the taglist. If at some point you want to be unadded, please let me know :) From here on, it will be going back to the beginning. How they met, why, when, and how she fell in love with them. Author’s Note at the end with more detail and explanation.

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The red woman’s eyes never left you, and all you could do was stare at Jon’s lifeless body. Your right hand clutched your stomach, as if you were protecting your unborn child. What were you to do? Your lover, your protector, your best friend, was not here any longer. How were you to go on without Jon Snow?

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize that Melisandre left the room. You didn’t care where she went or why she left.

“You’re not the only ones who owe your lives to Jon Snow.” Davos said and Edd walked towards the door quickly. “Bolt the door. Don’t let anyone in. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Watch Lady Y/N. Get her out of here safely; do it before Thorne realizes we’re not in the mess hall.” The door closed and everyone went silent.

All eyes were on you. Then everyone started discussing how to get you out before everything went to hell. “Lady Y/N, we need to get you out of here at once.” Davos said as he picked up your hand, “when I get you out of here, ride as far away as you can. Go back home, to Rivendell, m’lady.” He said and you looked into his eyes.

“Have your child there. Tell not a soul who the father is. Mention the child to no one.” He said quietly and you nodded. You walked over to Jon, and tears rolled down your cheeks, “Damn you, Jon Snow. Damn you for leaving me. Damn you…” you say as you cried over his chest.

You looked up at him one last time, and rubbed his cold cheek with your thumb. “Always mine, and always yours, my love. I love you, Snow.” You whispered as you pressed a kiss to his lips.

Ser Davos picked up your hand and led you to a secret passage way. “Take this sword, and this bow, I know your family is well trained in archery.” He said as he helped you up onto a black horse.

“Watch your back and don’t look back, m’lady. If I make it out of here alive, I’ll come find you, Lady Y/N.” He said quietly, and you smiled.

“Thank you, Ser Davos… Best of luck to you and the rest of the brothers.” You say as you gently nudged the horse, and the cold wind nipped at your face as the horse ran.

You couldn’t let the horse slow down; not until you were far away from Castle Black.

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Ten miles away, you slowed down, and all you could think about was Jon. And when you first met him, you were a lot younger, 16 years old to be exact. He was 18, and you both fell for each other. Jon told you everything about what Robb had said.

“Did you hear who was coming to Winterfell?” Robb asked Jon, and he shook his head.

“No, who?” Jon asked and Robb smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror. “Lady Y/N of Rivendell.” He said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Mother and Father want to have an alliance with the people of Rivendell. They want Y/N and I to marry.”

Jon looked at his half brother, “She’s gorgeous you know. I’m not too mad about it. It’s not hard to fall in love with her.” Robb said as he tried to smooth out his hair.

Arya shouted, “They’re here! Come on you two!”

Both Robb and Jon followed Arya, and watched you ride in with your family. You took off your hood and your Y/E/C eyes shined, shivering, you stepped off your horse.

Robb went down to greet you, but Jon stayed up on the balcony. Your eyes wandered as Robb introduced himself and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. But your eyes stopped on a dark haired boy; his eyes met yours. From then on, you were enamored by Jon Snow.

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Robb and Theon tried to get you to go with them on a ride through the woods, but you politely declined. Going off into the woods, you found yourself surrounded by trees, you prayed you hadn’t gotten yourself lost.

The crunch of leaves made you jump, “I apologize if I frightened you, Lady Y/N.” The dark haired boy said and you smiled. “This is the godswood. We pray here.” Jon said and you sat down on a tree log.

“I’m afraid I didn’t catch your name.” You say and Jon sat down next to you, “Jon. Jon Snow.” He said and you raised an eyebrow. “I know. I’m Neddard Stark’s bastard.” He said with a sigh and you titled your head to the side.

“I like the name Snow. It’s quite beautiful don’t you think?” You ask as you rubbed your arms. Jon watched as you pulled your cloak closer to your body. “Snow is pure and beautiful. The way it shimmers in the sunlight. One can’t help but to fall in love with the snow.” You say as you look over at Jon.

His cheeks turned red, “Well uh, what about your family? You all seem very charming.” He said and you smiled and looked at your hands.

“I think it’s in our nature.” You say and Jon raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean by that?” He asked and you stood up.

“Didn’t you know my family descended or supposedly descended, are elves?” You ask and he shook his head. “I know it seems like a story to frighten children, or just to get them to go to sleep.” You say and Jon moved closer to you.

“But they were our ancestors at one point, but my great great grandfather fell in love with a human. It messed with the bloodline, and here we are. Not as Elvish as we once were.” You say and Jon grinned.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Guys I am making this into a mini series. Basically the reader, Y/N, is reminiscing about Jon Snow. How they met, when he left, and when he died. There will be stories from before he died, and after he “died”. I am not following the tv shows exact timeline, so if it seems wonky or off, that is why . I hope you guys enjoys the upcoming mini series. I couldn’t make up a town, and i was watching LOTR, and so Rivendell, which is gorgeous, will be used. There won’t be a cross-over of LOTR and GOT. I am just using the name, and the elvish ancestry. Credit for those names and words goes to Tolkien, and credit to Martin for GOT names and places mentioned.

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A Game of Thrones, Tyrion I

“Lord Eddard had a brother named Brandon as well,” Jaime mused. “One of the hostages murdered by Targaryen. It seems to be an unlucky name.”

“Oh, not so unlucky as that, surely,” Tyrion said.

Cersei was studying him warily. “What do you mean?”

Tyrion gave her a crooked smile. “Why, only that Tommen may get his wish. The maester thinks the boy may yet live.” He took a sip of beer.

Myrcella gave a happy gasp, and Tommen smiled nervously, but it was not the children Tyrion was watching.

The glance that passed between Jaime and Cersei lasted no more than a second, but he did not miss it.

Then his sister dropped her gaze to the table. “That is no mercy. These northern gods are cruel to let the child linger in such pain.”

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