Imagine Jon returning from the Battle o the Bastards to find you fatally ill and fading fast…

“No, no, no!” his legs gave out and he fell to his knees beside your body, “Y/n…Y/n please,” he sobbed pulling you into his arms. He had never expected to love anyone after Ygritte, but then you can into his life and he realized he loved you so much more. “Please…please don’t leave me…”

You smiled faintly, “Be strong, be brave…honor and justice…” you choked, the taste of death on your tongue, “Jon…I love you…”

His brown (or dark grey, depends on show/book Jon) eyes filled with fresh tears as he held you, rocking back and forth, “I love you too, I love you too,” he kept mumbling even after the life had left your body.

Empty Halls for Empty Hearts

Pairing: Jon x Sansa
Rating: G
From: Two Anons
Also available on AO3.


Prompt: the Iron Throne is offered to Jon as the legitime heir but Sansa begs him to refuse it so they can be in the North, at home, together.

Request? Jon gives up the Iron Throne for Sansa.

She hears the news from her servant girl, three days after the offer has extended. The girl is helping her dress for the day when she mentions the council’s decision, and Sansa freezes in place.

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The signs as Game of Thrones characters

Aries: Daenerys Targaryen

Taurus: Jon Snow

Gemini: Petyr Baelish

Cancer: Tommen Baratheon

Leo: Jaime Lannister

Virgo: Grey Worm

Libra: Podrick Payne

Scorpio: Tyrion Lannister

Sagittarius: Arya Stark

Capricorn: Cersei Lannister

Aquarius: Margaery Tyrell

Pisces: Sansa Stark

Euron Greyjoy x Reader...

((Soo not A LOT of Euron Greyjoy, but I’ve never written for him so…I’m trying to take it slowly so I don’t completely screw up his character/personality. There will be a second part to this))

Word Count: 1,573

They came out of nowhere. You never stood a chance. He timed it so well…the moment the storm started brewing he was there…docking as his men screamed and ran in all directions. You watched this from your window in your father’s keep, your heart thumping against your chest because you knew the gates would not hold them off. You were from a poor Lordly House, barely noble at all. A…cadet branch of a cadet branch of a cadet branch…and so on about half a dozen more times. Really…your Father was just a merchant with the name Lord because of his blood.

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