remember when the stark family was living at winterfell and happy

anonymous asked:

Hi, quick question because I haven't read the books in a while. Did Ned encourage Arya's unladylike behaviour at all? I know he obviously let her keep Needle but apart from that I'm sure he wanted to make her a lady (the whole 'your sons will be knights... quote etc) but he and Cat just sort of gave up. I see people say because she remind him of Lyanna he encouraged it but I would've thought if she reminded him of Lyanna, he would discourage it, hoping she doesn't share the same fate

The short answer to your question, Nonnie, is NO. Ned did not “encourage” Arya in unladylike behavior. The Ned Stark who indulges his youngest daughter in every whim and thinks it’s charming if she’s rude to people is entirely a fandom creation. At least as far as the books go. Not having seen the show, I never pretend to speak to portrayals of the characters there. Honestly, this idea of Ned as the super progressive, indulgent father who would want all his children to live freely and marry for love and spend their lives doing whatever their little hearts desire if it weren’t for that horrible bitch he’s married to infuriates me as much on Ned’s behalf as it does on Catelyn’s!

As much as I love the guy, as much as he genuinely loves both his wife and children a great deal more than many other lords in ASOIAF seem to, as much as he absolutely values women as human beings capable of rational thought and worthy of respect in a way that far too few of the men in the series do, Lord Eddard Stark is a pretty traditional guy. He married for duty, became Lord of Winterfell for duty, lives his life with as much honor as he can–as he understands the concept. He expects no less of his children. He does not want them unhappy and would not willingly place them in harm’s way, but he expects Robb to fulfills his responsibilities as heir to Winterfell and one day its lord, to rule with honor and wed a woman who will make a good Lady of Winterfell. He expects Bran and Rickon to grow up and become bannermen of their elder brother, perhaps with their own holdfasts in the North, helping defend House Stark and the North and administer justice in their brother’s name. He expects Sansa AND Arya to make marriages which are advantageous to House Stark. Not because he thinks of his children as pawns, but because this is WHAT PEOPLE DO! This is how a good father secures his children’s future and how a good lord secures the future of his House.

So, OF COURSE, he doesn’t encourage Arya’s wild ways. Now, we don’t get to see any actual hands-on parenting by Ned of his daughters in Winterfell on the page. Catelyn is obviously in charge of them. Not because she’s controlling and he’s lenient–but because that is HER job. Arya sees her mother as the primary disciplinarian in her life simply because her mother, as the more hands-on parent in her daily life, is the one who’s telling her what to do and not to do on a far more regular basis. 

We DO see Ned interacting directly with Arya in King’s Landing, when Catelyn is far away and unavailable for the duty. He’s exhausted, he’s miserable away from his home and his wife, he’s frustrated with his seeming inability to make Robert act like a king or to make headway in the matter of Jon Arryn’s death or the attempt on Bran’s life, and he’s completely bamboozled on how to handle the open warfare between his daughters. And now Septa Mordane comes to him and tells him that after he left the Small Hall in frustration without finishing his dinner after yet another altercation between the two girls, Arya has made a scene and left the Hall without permission. He goes to her room, wondering how in hell to deal with her and finds her with a sword she informs him is his.

During their exchange, (which is from Arya’s POV), she notes more than once how tired her father looks. Upon realizing the sword was made by Mikken, he SIGHS. “My nine-year-old daughter is being armed from my own forge, and I know nothing of it. The Hand of the King is expected to rule the Seven Kingdoms, yet it seems I cannot even rule my own household.”

This is a dude at the end of his rope!

When Arya informs him that she hates Septa Mordane, his answer is given in a voice GRRM refers to as ‘curt and hard’. “That’s enough. The septa is doing no more than is her duty, though gods know you have made it a struggle for the poor woman. Your mother and I have charged her with the impossible task of making you a lady.”

YOUR MOTHER AND I, he says. Not just ‘your mother.’ Like Catelyn, Ned understands that Arya chafes against a lot of what is asked of her. Like Catelyn, he sees learning to do it anyway as necessary to her future.

Arya protests, of course, and gets the well-known speech from her father about having a wildness in her, or the wolf blood as his own father used to call it. And when he tells her she reminds him of his sister, even nine-year-old Arya hears the sadness in his voice. And when he tells her she looks like Lyanna, and she protests that Lyanna was beautiful he says, “She was. Beautiful, willful, and dead before her time.”

In this moment, Ned is remembering his sister with both great love and great fear for as much as he might love the echoes of her which he sees in Arya, he DOES NOT want her to follow Lyanna’s path or share her fate. Immediately after that is when he asks her what she thought to do with that sword. He’s trying desperately to figure out what to do with this daughter who is so unhappy, so determined to do what she wants, and eerily like the sister who followed her own will right into an early grave and triggered a terrible war. 

They go on to have quite a wonderful conversation in which he tries to understand her and make her understand him–talking of the pack and winter and honor, etc. Some things, she understands, and others not so much. He never mentions Lyanna again in the conversation. He tells her Septa Mordane is a good woman and emphasizes her sisterhood with Sansa, telling her that while they may be as different as the sun and the moon, the same blood flows through their hearts and they need each other. And he needs them both.

We’re in Arya’s head here–not Ned’s. But you can almost feel his desperation when he then tells her she has to STOP with the willfulness. “This is not Winterfell. We have enemies here who mean us ill. We cannot fight a war among ourselves. This willfulness of yours, the running off, the angry words, the disobedience … at home, these were only the summer games of a child. Here and now, with winter soon upon us, that is a different matter. It is time to begin growing up.”

Basically, he just told her to knock off all the things that so many in fandom feel he encouraged in her. While he may have been fairly lenient (NOT encouraging) of her shenanigans in Winterfell, they’re now in a dangerous place, and at the ripe old age of nine, he expects her to act more grown up!

Then, he lets her keep her sword and arranges lessons for her. Why does he do that? I think at least in part, it’s because he needs somebody to be happy about SOMETHING. He’s so guilty about Sansa’s wolf that he can barely speak with her, and he knows Arya hates King’s Landing, and he knows even better how much HE hates King’s Landing. Maybe if he gives her this one thing–he can keep his daughter from a full-on rebellion like that of his sister’s.

But even after that, some time later after word arrives that Bran has awakened, Arya asks Ned if he can still be a knight, and he tells her no, but that her brother may still someday be lord of a great holdfast and sit on the king’s castle or raise castles like Brandon the Builder or sail a ship across the Sunset Sea or enter their mother’s faith and become High Septon. Arya promptly asks if she can be king’s councillor and build castles and become High Septon, and Ned, of course, tells her no.

“You,” Ned said, kissing her lightly on the brow, “will marry a king and rule his castle, and your sons will be knights and princes and lords and, yes, perhaps even a High Septon.”

Arya wants none of that, of course, but my point here is that, sword lessons or not, this is the future Ned saw for Arya, the future he WANTED for Arya, not because he was a bad father, but because he loved his daughter. And to this traditional High Lord of Westeros, having his daughter become a Queen or a great Lady was the absolute most he could offer her.

So while he loved his daughter Arya dearly, and had loved his sister dearly as well, and probably did love that he could see a bit of Lyanna living on in Arya, he did not encourage her to be willful and wild any more than he had encouraged it in his sister.

A Gem in a Wolf’s Heart: Pt 1

Originally posted by stormborn

Robb Stark and Lady Stark survive the Red Wedding. Talisa/Jeyne died and Robb gets his sisters back, there is a new and better King in Kings landing. The North is independent and the Starks killed everyone that betrayed them. Now you are the gem of the North, your father a great general that promised Catelyn Stark to marry you to Robb Stark so he is to remain King in the North. 


(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name 

Warning: Mean Robb (>3<)

The snow falling always made your heart warm, the way the fallen snow melted against your skin made you smile. You are now of age, a lady in waiting. You are in the snow garden at Castle Elderfrost, a large gray castle with tall skinny trees and frost on all of the blue winter roses. 

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Jon Snow- Finally Home.

Word count: 3084

“Winter is Coming”. The Stark words resonated with you more so than ever as you ran through the snow, hoping to the Gods that you were running north and not wandering aimlessly through the woods. You would have stayed on the Kings Road but that would have made hunting you far too easy for the monsters that had taken over Winterfell, you couldn’t tell if it was the Bolton’s or the small amount of Iron Born still remaining on the main land, but either way, it was not safe for you to remain in Winterfell.

Actually now that you think about it, you weren’t even sure that you would be welcomed at your destination either. It had been a long while since you had set eyes on Jon Snow, now the high and mighty Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, protector of the Seven Kingdoms from the Wildlings and other mysterious monsters that hide behind the Wall. The last time you had seen Jon Snow, it was the night before he left Winterfell to travel to the Wall and begin his training…

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All My Agony Fades Away (When You Hold Me In Your Embrace)

My entry for day 2 (Bed sharing/cuddling) of Fifteen Days of Valentine.

This has probably been done before, but I based it off one of the first things I ever wrote for Sansa and Jon, right after the season 6 finale, but never published.

The title is from the song All I Need by Within Temptation. That song gives me so many Jonsa feels!

You can also read this fic on AO3.

Rating: Mature

Implied/Referenced Past Abuse


Seeing Jon again had been a flicker of light in the ocean of darkness her life had become. In his arms she’d felt warm and safe and whole again, if only for a couple of moments, but he hadn’t held her like that since that first day at Castle Black. Sansa wasn’t even sure it would feel the same.


Sansa felt a shiver run down her spine despite the roaring fire and the layers of furs on her bed. It would never be truly cold in here, in the Lady’s chambers. It was why Jon had insisted she take them instead of her own old rooms when she’d finally convinced him to take the Lord’s chambers.

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Guard You With My Life

Long AU drabble I had an idea of - while dealing with writer’s block for my actual Jonsa fic. Kind of fluffy but smut ahead. Enjoy!
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“I’m sorry to leave you like this Miss Stark but it’s an important family emergency. I’ll make sure arrangements are made for my temporary replacement,” Brienne apologised the moment she entered the room. Sansa turned to see the statuesque Head of Security standing behind her. Her assistant Podrick was as usual next to her.

Sansa had heard of news of Brienne’s father’s illness. He was at death’s door, a whisper away from breathing his last, his health ravaged by Stage 4 lymphoma. Sansa sighed and sat on her velvet sofa and motioned to Brienne and Podrick to sit with her.

“Please Brienne, Podrick, sit. What news of his health, my dear? I heard talk but I wanted to know from you,” Sansa asked with concern. Brienne and Podrick had served her family well in almost half a decade. They were like family to her. Now that, Father and Mother were gone. And Robb had moved to Europe with Talisa a few months after their wedding. Sansa, Arya, Bran and Rickon were the ones holding down the fort that was Winterfell estate.

Brienne glanced down and almost choked on a sob. Sansa understood what she was going through. She had been through the same, twice. She decided that a sabbatical would do her well. Perhaps Podrick could use a break too.

“Take as much time as you need, Brienne. You can never be replaced, you know that. Both of you. Go and do what you need to do and when you come back, the position is still yours if you want it.”

Brienne felt a tear roll down her cheek. She was fortunate enough to have worked with the Starks, one of the most influential and noble families in the North of the country. The huge yet humble mansion had seen fifteen generations of Starks live and die and a large number of them had been pioneers in building the North to what it was today. Brienne nodded and smiled. Sansa grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. Her blue eyes sparkled, slightly wet with her own tears.

Sansa watched as Podrick hauled the last suitcase into the van that was leaving for the airport. She hated goodbyes but this wasn’t really a goodbye. Brienne will be back a better person perhaps. Sansa gave her a hug and some words of encouragement. She watched and waved as the van left and faded into the distance.

“Sansa,” she heard a familiar voice calling her name. Sansa turned and was met with dark eyes hiding behind dark curls holding a suitcase. Sansa felt a hitch in her breath and her stomach doing a somersault. Jon.

“Jon. What are you doing here?” Sansa could only manage to breathe out a few words in greeting. Jon smiled, he secretly loved how he could still effortlessly surprise his favourite cousin after all these while. Jon had to step back and receive Sansa as she leapt into his arms for a tight long awaited embrace. She smelled like how he remembered her that day by the great oak tree by the lake. Lavender and rose. His memories came flooding back all at once. Her lips, her smooth and soft fiery red hair. They were teenagers but that memory presented itself as if it happened just yesterday.

“My flight was delayed. I would have gotten in yesterday night. Maybe surprise you and the family during dinner or something,” Jon whispered into her ears as she nuzzled against his scruffy beard. He smelled wonderful, freshly scrubbed and clean, the way Sansa loved it. Sansa had to refrain from kissing her cousin whom she had adored since she was 13.

She would always be grateful to him for saving her life. If it wasn’t for Jon, Sansa would be in a grave at 13 years old. Death by drowning. It was Jon who pulled her out of the deep end of the lake during a hot summer day and resuscitated her. The moment she got to breathing again, the first person she opened her eyes to was Jon. She could never ever repay him for what he did, even after times she was unkind to him.

She had a skewed impression of her cousin growing up, no thanks to her friend Keyne Poole who was always in on the town’s latest gossip. The story that was told of him being a bastard and a stain upon the Stark family name, when her Aunt Lyanna had eloped with the then already engaged Rhaegar Targaryen. But it all came to light when Lyanna and Rhaegar revealed their marriage and Jon was born legitimately of Targaryen and Stark blood. Unfortunately, a car crash took their lives that left Jon on his own. That summer was a difficult one to forget and a horrible one to remember. Despite all the tragedies that fell upon Jon and his family, there was never any resentment nor bitterness in him. Somehow, Jon seemed to have a knowing that things were going to turn out all right in the end. And of all people, Jon was always kind to her. Sansa then vowed to never be mean to her cousin again.

“I have no words except that I’m so happy to see you! Oh I missed you!” Sansa squealed as she finally parted from their embrace and looped her arm around his elbow as they made their way into the house. Sansa called for the butler to inform the rest of the Starks of Jon’s arrival and to prepare a feast for dinner that night.

“Oh no need to tell Robb, he knows about me coming here. He was the one who wanted me to come and stay, ” Jon quipped as he opened to unpack his suitcase he placed onto the bench as Sansa showed him into his old room. It was just like before, except the posters were gone and the walls were newly painted. Sansa turned and looked at him, her eyes questioning his.

“Stay? What do you mean, stay?”

Jon decided to unpack later and walked over to Sansa who was standing by the large windows. He had always loved the view of the garden from his room. Uncle Ned and Aunt Catelyn were always so generous with him when they looked after him. Jon faced Sansa and held out his hand for hers.

“Sansa, I heard what happened to you. That Ramsay fellow, I’m glad he’s dead. I wanted to kill him myself, leave the firm and kill that fucker for what he did. Robb told me everything. I know it’s been a while but thought I’d grab the opportunity when I heard there was a position open,” Jon explained, his mouth slowly forming into a smile at the end of his sentence. Sansa smiled back shyly, though her memories of the assault sometimes kept her up at night.

Sansa felt Jon’s fingers tuck in a stray hair behind her ear and then leaned in to kiss her on her forehead. His skin and lips were hot to the touch. Despite the constant chilly winter weather in Winterfell, Jon was always warm to the touch.

“So, you’re my new Head of Security now? Did Brienne ask you to do this? Be her replacement? Because I’ll have you know that she’s not replaceable,” Sansa gave a chortle, and poked his chest.

“Oh no she isn’t. I know that. I don’t need a title for me to make sure you’re safe do I? Be there when you call me? Although I don’t do coffee runs. That’s what I told Robb. I will do most things for her royal highness Sansa but she can get her own coffee.”

Sansa gave Jon a playful smack on his arm. She could trust Robb to look out for her. Even though he was far away with his own family, he was always looking out for his siblings and he and Jon were almost siamese twins. Inseparable since birth.

“Right. Thanks to Robb I guess. So you’ll do anything? For me?” Sansa teased him, batting her eyelids playfully at Jon. Jon’s eyes were now gazing lovingly into hers, his face somehow softened and there was a look that she remembered. The day she and Jon had their first kiss. Under the oak tree. To Sansa it was a gesture of heartfelt gratitude and appreciation. And an olive branch of sorts to make peace with Jon for all the times she had been awful to him. But to Jon it was something else. Something he knew would be with him as long as Sansa was still walking this earth.

“Anything for you. I’ll guard you with my life if I have to, sweet girl.”

Time seemed to stand still as she watched how Jon slowly leaned in to press his lips on hers, making her quiver and recall their shared memory. Soon, their tongues were crashing into each other’s and Jon’s hands were undoubtedly roaming lower to her waist and slowly down her buttocks. Their fierce lip lock was only interrupted by Sansa pulling away, only to walk towards the door to lock it. And sauntering over to his bed. Jon felt his cock stir and come alive. He had never been hard like this before, in a matter of seconds. Jon took off his trenchcoat and blazer as he walked over to Sansa on his bed. She looked exquisite as he remembered her. But more womanly, with her full breasts and curves that made his mouth water. Now she was sitting seductively on his bed, waiting for him to pounce on her.

Sansa loved how good he looked in a suit. He kept his lean and muscular physique all these time, and she loved how his well defined biceps shaped his sleeves. And there it was, an obvious bulge in his trousers that made Sansa gush between her legs. The anticipation was killing her.

How long she had dreamed of this? Ever since her almost drowning incident she and Jon had gotten on fabulously and they had kept in touch often even when he was away. She knew that after she had graduated high school that her crush on Jon was more than just a crush. She had never known a man like Jon, the brave, sweet and gentle soul that he was. She was in love. She didn’t dare tell a soul, afraid of being judged for being in love with her own cousin.

When he left the North to join Uncle Benjen’s security firm, Sansa was happy for him yet sad. When she heard news of his new girlfriend, she was devastated. So debilitating was the heartbreak that led her to meeting the murderous Ramsay Bolton. She was vulnerable and needed a rebound guy, someone to take her mind off Jon.

Ramsay had said all the right things and did everything right. Up until she decided to not lie to herself and ended it. She wasn’t happy and Ramsay wasn’t Jon. And that was when all the horrors started. He terrorised her and her colleagues at work, stalked her, burned down her apartment as proof that she was dead while he kidnapped her and tortured her, left her scars she had to laser off to erase the nightmare. She was glad it was all over when Robb and Mother came to her rescue. How Ramsay died she did not want to know. He deserved to die. He and his traitorous family. From then on Mother had promised a bodyguard for Sansa, in the form of Brienne Tarth.

Catelyn met Brienne who came forward and saved her life when she was caught in an altercation involving the Lannisters. The Lannisters were a powerful family that had their claws on everything and everyone in the South and the Capital and Catelyn was convinced Ned hadn’t died of natural causes. Brienne Tarth hated the Lannisters just as much as Catelyn did as she believed it was them who was behind the death of her former love, Renly Baratheon. With her ally in Brienne, however, her investigation was not welcomed and soon Catelyn was caught up in a scandal that threatened the safety of her family. Catelyn had to think twice before avenging Ned’s death. The last straw that broke her was Sansa’s assault and kidnapping. Catelyn felt it in her bones that the Lannisters were behind it. Catelyn couldn’t be strong any longer. Not without Ned.

Catelyn’s sorrow consumed her till she was too sick to care for her own children and passed away. She made Brienne vow to watch over her family as long as they were alive and especially Sansa. However, Sansa didn’t think she needed a bodyguard but when simple social occasions became a traumatic event one after another, Sansa gave in to her Mother’s last wishes, knowing that she needed time to cope and deal with her post traumatic stress disorder.

“What are you thinking of, my sweet Sansa?”

Jon’s voice brought her back to the heated moment as she faced Jon sitting on the bed with her, his shirt unbuttoned and looking sexy as hell. Sansa didn’t feel lust or wanton desire this time, she felt love and peace and joy that she was finally with a man she had always loved. Sansa didn’t know what came over her as she cupped his face, looking deep into his dark grey eyes and said the three words she had always wanted to say to him.

“I love you.”

Jon’s eyes widened in surprise and was stunned into silence. Sansa didn’t care if he didn’t love her yet or said it back to her, important thing was that she loved him. And that he knew it.

Jon grabbed her hands from his face and kissed her deeply and desperately, hungry for her. He wanted to make sure it was really her saying those words to him and that he wasn’t daydreaming. Jon pushed Sansa down gently until they were both lying on the bed. Jon’s lips wandered down to her neck and gradually peppered her heaving chest with kisses. Sansa’s shirt dress had come undone in a matter of seconds as Jon’s hands caressed her breasts and pinched her teats that made her gasp with pleasure. Sansa hands grabbed a fistfuls of his soft curls as he made his way down further to her thighs. Sansa shivered in anticipation and felt her wetness growing. Sansa hissed in pleasure as she felt Jon’s hands deftly removing her panties and let out a whimper as his hot breath caressed her wet slit. She moaned out loud when Jon had his fingers gently part her folds, to gain oral access and kiss her down there. She never had a man put their mouth on her like that before and the feeling was highly erotic. Sansa felt a gush slip out of her again. There was pressure building in her loins and it was coming to a head.

Jon stuck out his tongue and licked at the small fleshy pink nub as his fingers delved in to stroke her inner walls. She was delicious in his mouth. Sweet and tangy, just as he had imagined. There was some resistance and tightness that greeted his fingers that told Jon he had to ease into her and be gentle. What Jon was doing was driving Sansa mad with desire and the pressure was now rapidly building inside of her. It rose until Sansa almost screamed out his name as she rode out her intense pleasure wave. Jon watched as Sansa twisted around arching her back and tremble from her orgasm. What a beautiful sight she was. Even when she was coming, Sansa looked elegant and almost divine. His heart did a leap at the sight of her coming down from her ascent. Jon believed it may have been her first orgasm. It made him smile that somehow he was her first in a way. Sansa calmed down, still panting hard from the gratifying intensity she had just experienced and tried to land back down to earth. She felt like she was floating.

“I fucking love you, Sansa Stark. Ever since that day by the lake, under the oak tree. I’ve always loved you. No one else would take that place, my love. Only you.”

Jon had moved up to face Sansa and his hard cock was nicely positioned at her entrance. Jon knew it was now or never. He would make her his this time. It was Sansa and had always been. He was a fool to think he could forget her by being with another. And he almost lost her. He would not lose her again.

“Jon, I need you. I want you inside me Jon. Take me, I’m yours.”

Sansa’s pleading voice gave him all he needed and gave his cock a gentle thrust into her wet folds. She was burning hot and well lubricated yet snug. It was like a warm wet hug. Jon felt like home and it took him all he had to not come there and then. She felt fantastic. It was as if Sansa was made and shaped just for him. They were meant to be.

Sansa gasped as Jon’s cock made its way into her, feeling full within her, stroking her insides. The friction and Jon’s gentle thrusting along with his tender kisses felt explosive. It was better than she had dreamed of. Jon moved slowly, pumping in and out, careful not to lose it and spill in her. Every stroke his cock made, her inner walls massaged it and sucked it in as if a part of Sansa was hungry for him. Jon felt he hit a spot that immediately made Sansa howl with pleasure and she shook and quivered again in her second orgasm. This time, he felt her as her walls contract and squeeze him, milking his cock dry. It was too much for him and Jon tried to pull out but the wonderful sensation pulled him back in. He howled too as he spilled in her, convinced he had never come so much in his life ever.

Jon smothered Sansa with kisses as he took deep breaths to calm down from his own orgasm and rolled over to her side and spooned her. He didn’t stop kissing her neck and back, he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Sansa? I’m sorry I didn’t pull out. I was reckless my love. Whatever happens, I want to be here for you. I’m all yours,” Jon finally said, voicing his concerns but he wanted to assure Sansa. There was no doubt of his love for this woman. The idea of Sansa carrying his child was something he hadn’t considered but now, it seemed like an attractive possibility. But of course it was up to Sansa.

Sansa turned around to face him and smiled. She was on the pill but hearing Jon making plans for a possible future almost immediately made her heart leap with joy. She would give him as many babies as he wanted. If they all turned out as kind, brave and gentle like him, she wouldn’t mind.

“Well I guess you’re kind of stuck with me now, Jon Targaryen. You’ll have to guard me and do more than that, sometimes at night in my room too.”

Jon chuckled. Yes, he was here to fill in temporarily for Brienne as Robb had asked him to. Somehow, he had a feeling he would be around for much, much longer. He didn’t mind, only thing to do now was to tell the rest of the family and make it public. He wasn’t going to waste anymore time now. He didn’t care what others would think of them. And he was certain Robb would give his blessings. Robb had always known Jon had something for Sansa, only he didn’t ask him about it. But for now, Sansa and only Sansa’s opinion and judgement mattered to him.

Perhaps, he would stop by the jewellers tomorrow if he could sneak in some free time without Sansa knowing. It was time. He had found his second and better half, he would complete their joining as one by making her his wife.

“Oh well you’re stuck with me too. I’ll guard you with my life, for the rest of my life, if you’ll have me forever, Sansa Stark.”

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Thanks for reading Jonsa cruisers! You were responsible for this rare burst of creativity so this one’s for you! xx

High Hopes

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader

Request: “hi dear can i request for a robb stark one shot? the reader was betrothed to robb but went missing during the war of the five kings, everyone assumed that she died. robb was miserable but had to move on and marry someone to produce heir (he defeated the lannisters). after two years, she appears to be alive and it turns out that she was captured and tortured by ramsay and theon helped her to escape.”

A/N: I switched this request around a bit considering I just did one where the reader was Ramsay’s captive and none of the events would have happened in Westeros if Robb would’ve won. I kind of liked what I did more, sorry if this doesn’t please the person who requested it!! 

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He’d actually won. They had called him a boy as if it were an insult. But, now they should be the ones insulted. They were beaten by a boy and while their heads stood on spikes, his wore a crown. This wasn’t a prize for himself though, this was to save everyone he had left to love. His mother, sisters, brothers, and his people, they were all safe because he actually won. But, as he sits on a throne and calls himself King, he can’t find the glory. His glory was lost in a girl he thought he could keep safe. 

It’s been 14 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since he walked away from his hope of a happy ending and every single day he wishes he could go back. He thinks about that night in her room as if it were just the other day. He remembers every word and even as time goes on it feels like a jagged blade is being shoved into his stomach and twisted like a wheel. 

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why I ship theon/robb

or: a sadomasochist exercise in sunday morning meta for the anon who left me some asoiaf questions here, sorry if it’s taking me ages to reply.

so, one of those questions was why theon/robb. beware for the wordvomit.

general premises first out of the way: they fit a good number of my tropes of choice (as in, I tend to ship best friends with very close relationships/character a who has a fairly unhealthy life and his only healthy-ish rship is with b a lot of the time, and I apparently like age gaps as well sooo, or at least half of the stuff I ship has an age gap I don’t do that consciously though) so like, it’s also fitting in some of the patterns I notoriously like.

but other than personal preferences (also sorry if I end up linking some meta I previously wrote but if I rehash everything it becomes extra long) there’s the part where this two doomed idiots have the most fucking beautiful and tragic relationship ever and it’s built in such an exquisitely cruel way I can’t even with them and they’re so important to each other even if they should have never been and guys listen I just - okay let’s just do the list.

  • instance one: these two idiots were best friends and they should have never been. by all logic theon should have hated robb just on account of being related to the person who is holding him hostage and the reason he’s been pretty much eradicated from his homeland. and robb should have disliked theon just on account of his heritage never mind that robb was probably discouraged from befriending him throughout his life and people didn’t understand why he actually hung out with theon. also in canon they have an age gap that might have been an issue, because I mean, four years are nothing when you’re both in your twenties but in between kids/teenagers they’re not a small gap, especially teenagers. instead they weren’t just friends, they were close enough that robb was more of a brother to theon than his real ones let’s just have that sink in for a moment. that’s also because robb was a westeros saint for the standards and didn’t look at surnames when judging people (and there goes my other theory, as in, he liked theon that much because theon was genuine just with him and theon at his genuine is the person who ends up saving jeyne poole when he has to take that decision, but I’m gonna shut up before I word-vomit for the next two years while I drown in my tears).
  • instance two: their storylines are a complete masterpiece of literary crafting, because not only they’re intertwined in the best and worst ways and everything is connected in the most tragic way, but they’re actually very well-placed foils. as, in if you look at it it’s just - we have theon who goes back home genuinely wanting his plan to succeed so that both robb and his family get what they want and they’re peers. at the same time he’s still riled up over robb being angry at him when he saved bran’s life, but that is one of the reasons robb brought up to cat to justify his decision - as in, theon can be trusted because he saved bran LIKE. then theon, in order to get the love/respect of his family (and no one except  his sister deserves his efforts tbh because his dad had already written him off the moment he was taken hostage) ends up betraying the only person who ever gave that to him without him needing to prove anything. but at the same time when he conquered winterfell he was like ‘well robb can be king in the trident who am I to take that from him’ (SERIOUSLY THEON DO YOU THINK YOU’D HAVE EXCHANGED FRUIT BASKETS) while robb didn’t go back home at once because even with the betrayal he thought theon could never harm his brothers. and theon faked it, technically, but that was what pushed robb to sleep with jeyne and therefore served tywin & co a pretext for the red wedding on a silver platter. this when no one else would have risked a war for the likes of a jeyne westerling… same as no one would have risked their life for the likes of a jeyne poole *cough*. meanwhile that entire stint ends up with theon getting tortured and robb dying and what does theon realize before doing the Right Thing and saving jeyne poole? yeah, that he should have been with robb. who died because of a jeyne no one cared about, while theon is currently living also because he saved a jeyne no one cared about. I honestly can’t handle that okay I mean it’s just so well put together and thought-out I can’t even. I just love it on both technical and feels-inducing plane.
  • instance three: even after all the betrayal they still cared about each other in frankly ridiculously tear-inducing ways - as in, there’s a part in asos where roose bolton gives robb news of what happened at winterfell (long before the piece of prince thing) and robb is completely distressed when asking what happened to theon (and roose noted that he looked upset, but not in the angry way), and later when roose gives him the piece of skin from theon’s finger robb is basically wanting to vomit in his face and tells him he doesn’t want theon tortured. meanwhile if you take care to notice, in the reek povs in adwd as I think @capitaineblackbird once noted, robb’s name shows up more than theon’s actual name and even when he’s supposed to be reek he thinks about robb more often than he thinks about his life pre-ramsay. 
  • instance four: the way acok theon pre-meeting his dad is just so fucking gone re robb makes me cry because I mean, first he goes like ‘well yeah I have a certain affection for him but I shouldn’t mention it’ and then proceeds to mention how much they’re friends and how awesome robb is to just about anyone. including his uncle and father. like he honestly can’t keep himself from doing it and if you compare it with the way robb defends his decision to send him to cat I just cry again and curse balon for being an unreasonable idiot who could have just made everyone happy by going with theon’s plan. yeaah.
  • instance five: guys robb is about the longest lasting healthy relationship that theon ever had with anyone because they knew each other ten year straight and it was the longest theon ever stayed in one place, and not counting his mom and partially his sister he didn’t have a healthy relationship with any of his relatives I honestly can’t with the knowledge that he had to throw it away for people who couldn’t give a damn, mostly.
  • every other instance: theon was on robb’s war council when most probably no one else in it thought it was a good idea (and they laughed about roose bolton together christ guys), theon was the one robb was with after knowing ned had died (GUYS MY FEELS), grey wind pretty much wanted to at least attempt to rip the throat out of everyone who was later involved in the red wedding but he never had that reaction to theon guess why, theon not only wishes he was with robb, he wishes he had… died with robb, and let’s just remember that robb died in the worst possible way anyone could. I mean, he doesn’t just want to talk things out, he wishes he had died in that massacre. robb spent pretty much two thirds of his life since he was five being friends with him because he liked him that much when everyone else didn’t understand what he saw in the guy and wouldn’t go back to take his castle even after the first betrayal because that was how much he was sure it was supposed to be a misundestanding.
  • then I have to live with the knowledge that robb never actually knew that theon never technically harmed his brothers or destroyed his home. grrm is fucking cruel guys. and theon has to live with the knowledge that they can never straighten things out, which isn’t that much better at this point.

the above reasons are enough to send me into throbb hell but honestly I’m complete trash for this kind of relationship and I’m complete trash for how much they cared for each other whichever way you want to look at it and again, robb was probably the one person who really knew theon beyond his coping methods/the image he fronted to everyone else and guys, I just really love this ship okay.

also it’s about the one thing about both characters they got right in the show, except for the entire part where they didn’t understand their storylines were foils and so they completely missed that train, but that’s another story altogether I guess. DDD:

Chapter 1: Home of Wolves

Originally posted by cerseilannister

Your life with the Starks is great, it’s more than you ever imagined. You and Jon Snow have a beloved little secret, but will that change all very soon? What will happen to Jon and especially you as new series of events start to stir causing a plethora of mishaps and sinister evil beings try to plot against the Starks, what will you do to play your part in the Game of Thrones? 


*This is in your POV btw* 

Chapter 2


I’m sitting down with Sansa watching her sow so beautifully, I turn my head to take a look at Arya pulling away at the poor thing. “Arya, do you need help love?” I ask while leaning in slowly to show compassion for the girl.

“I just can’t seem to do this (Y/N)! It’s too hard and it’s stupid!” Arya yells loudly that Septa Mordane quickly turned her head facing me and Arya. Her sharp gaze can see right through us that we both look down quickly and tried to finish sowing.

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Arya x Gendry Week (Day 4; Whispers In The Dark) [Modern AU; Classic Universe]

She didn’t know him.

She thought, stupidly, that she might love him. 

The sky above them was full of stars. Arya had never been interested in that sort of thing, before, but they were bright and it made her smile. It was a stupid thing to smile about; something Sansa might do. Arya was not Sansa; Arya had killed people. Arya had died a long time ago. 

  “Why are you happy?” 

  Arya turned into her side and found Gendry’s eyes trained on her, wide and blue. He was frowning, because he was stupid, and covered in soot and dirt and blood. But Arya didn’t care about that. She scooted a bit closer to him to appease the aching in her stomach — the wanting that eased when he was near and there and warm. 

  “Have you ever seen snow?” She asked Gendry. 

The club was loud and full of people, all screaming and laughing and drinking and dancing, hopping up and down with glasses in their thin hands, shirts riding up to reveal flat stomachs and abs. 

  Arya hated all of them. She hated their unnatural tans and pearly white teeth. She hated how perfect they all were. How abnormal. 

  She didn’t say that, though, or even show it. She kept her face blank as she poured their drinks, and smiled when she handed them out. Like she was happy that they were going to be puking in the gutter an hour from now and would wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. 

  Alright, so perhaps she enjoyed that idea a bit. 

  “A pint of the five pound stuff, please?” 

  Arya blinked, turning to the voice. This one was tall, with dark hair and blue eyes like that necklace that her sister had gotten from her awful boyfriend. His teeth were white, too, and yet he was pale and there were shadows under his eyes and stubble on his chin and a frown on his lips, and suddenly she was struck by how real he was. How human. 

  But she didn’t know him. 

“I haven’t,” 

  Arya grinned even wider, remembering her childhood. She remembered throwing snowballs at Sansa with Robb and Jon. She remembered Bran climbing up the towers and beaming at her against a white sky. She remembered seeing Robb for the last time, smiling sadly with snow melting in his hair.

  “It’s the best thing,” she told Gendry quietly, voice low so as not to wake the others. “It makes everything cold and new. I miss it.” 

  Gendry bit his lip. “Do you think you’ll ever make it back home?” 

  Arya stared at him for a moment longer. Suddenly she was not seeing Gendry, but her father, who loved her. She saw Jon who called her ‘little sister’ and mussed her hair and believed in her. She saw her whole family, who she missed so much, and she saw her home, which was only ashes and a memory, and then she was crying. “No,” she whispered to Gendry, lip quavering and tears streaming down her cheeks. 

  Gendry blinked, probably surprised. Then he reached out and grabbed her hand. 

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have—”

  “Shut up,” she whispered. Arya buried her face in the crook of his neck, holding onto the waist of his breeches and resting the other hand on his bare grimy chest. She could feel his heart beating. 

  She thought, stupidly, that she might love him. 

Arya passed over the pint.

  “Will that be all?” 

  The man nodded slowly. Then he sat down at the bar and drank deeply. Arya watched him, fascinated for whatever reason. 

  The bloke set his drink down and met her gaze. “You gonna stare at me all night?” 

  Arya flushed. “Sorry,” she said. “You just… Look very tired.” 

  He nodded. “I’ve a shite job and my girlfriend just dumped me, so that’s sort of to be expected.”

  A silence settled between them — what little silence there could be in this noisy place. 

  Hours passed and still he sat there, drinking pint after pint. Eventually the club dwindled down to just her and the bloke, and three fat men grinding on the dance platform. 

  “Stupid of her,” Arya remarked lightly as she wiped down the bar. 

  “Mm?” The bloke looked up. 

  “Dumping you,” Arya clarified. She took away his empty glass and he frowned. “Your girlfriend, I mean.” 

  The bloke snorted. “She fucked some other guy,” he said dazedly. “I caught them at it. Before I could even -hic- say anything, she was pushing me out her door and telling me we were done.” 

  Arya blinked at the sudden confession. “That’s… A bit pathetic, really.” 

  The bloke grinned. “Who are you, anyway?” 

  “Arya,” she said, choosing to leave out her surname because she knew that he would only start gaping. “You?”

  “Gendry,” he told her, also leaving out his surname. 

  And then Gendry rose from his chair, a bit unsteady, and promptly tripped over the edge of his trousers. Thankfully Arya had a lot of experience with drunken men who underestimated their height, and was on hand to catch him. 

  Gendry scoffed. “What’re you doing, Arry?” 

  “Arya,” she corrected, scowling. “And anyway, you’re the one acting stupid.” 

  Gendry rolled his very blue eyes and she helped him out, holding one fairly muscular arm as a crutch. She made to hail a cab, but he grabbed her and pulled her back.

  “You’re pretty,” he whispered. 

  Arya blinked. It was the first time she’d been called ‘pretty’ in months. At best, she’d been referred to as a ‘comely lass’ by Harwin, and that was… Not as complementary as it sounded — considering he had about thirty or so years on her and ‘comely’ only meant plain in the city. 

  But here was this very handsome bloke Gendry with no apparent last name, calling her pretty. Then again, he was drunk. She said as much.

  Gendry laughed. He threw an arm around her shoulders like they were old friends and looked up at the sky. To her surprise, it had begun to snow. 

  Gendry was staring at it in shock. 

  “Have you ever seen snow?” She asked him quietly.

  “No,” he said back. 

  Arya watched as it fell. Soon his hair was peppered with white. She thought it suited him. 

  Quickly she detangled herself from him and properly hailed a cab. Gendry stumbled along as it approached. “Where do you live?” 

  He told her his address. She passed it on to the cabby and paid a little more than the estimated fare, because there was a good chance Gendry would pass out in the back and the cabby would have to deal with it. 

  Gendry grinned at her as she shut the door. “You’re brilliant, m'lady.”

  She thought he might be, too. 

  But she didn’t know him. 

Jonsa fic

So I’ve decided to dive straight into the deep end. In response to a prompt  from @bricklebeary, I have written a prologue for this fic. Would love some feedback people! Also title suggestions. I haven’t flexed my creative writing muscles since I graduated high school and no one else has read this, so I really would like to know if this piques anyone’s interest. 

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anonymous asked:

Imagine that your parents are good friends with the Starks. You go the Winterfell and Robb Stark falls in love with you :-)

Request - Robb Stark “Winter is Coming”

“Do you like it here?“ 

You looked up when the eldest son of the Starks appeared next to you. You had been enjoying the cold wind touching your cheek and most of all you had been enjoying the view.

Winterfell was so alive, filled with smiling people who always seemed to be busy doing something. No one was screaming or yelling at each other. The Lords and Ladies were friendly towards the work people and the other way round. 

"I love it, my Lord.” You bent your head slightly. Even though you had been sent here by your parents and had been reluctant at first to give in, you started to like Winterfell and it’s people more and more. Just like you started to like Robb more and more.

“Robb.” He smiled a bright and warm smile. “For you it’s Robb, just Robb.” For a moment he just sat next to you on a little bench under one of the trees. His eyes followed his little brother, who was horrible at shooting arrows. His lips curled up a little when his youngest sister proved to have a perfect aim. 

“Your family is really close with each other.” You had noticed that the Stark family was more than just the Starks. Theon was part of the family, even though he was technically held captive by them. Jon was part of the family, even though he was nothing but a bastard. 

“I have to thank father and mother for that.” Robb turned his face towards you and his eyes stared straight into yours. He had wonderful eyes and the reflection of the late summer sun made them look even brighter then they already were. “Would you like to live here?” He cocked his head a little and you felt your cheeks heating up.

The last couple of days you had asked yourself that question, over and over again. Your heart had always answered yes without having to think about it, but your head had been worried that you were the only one feeling like this. You wouldn’t want to stay if Robb wouldn’t want you to. 

“My mother has been talking to me about my future marriage.” Robb turned his face away from you. “Somehow we have ended up talking about you.” He stared at his feet and you straightened your back while you licked your lips. 

“If you would want me to stay, I would love to.” You carefully curled your lips up and you remembered to keep your hands neatly in your lap. It was hard to hide the excitement you were feeling, but you didn’t want to hope too much. Not yet.

“I would love you to stay.” Robb looked up again and gracefully he sat down on one knee in front of you. “Dear (Y/N), Lady of (Y/P), would you like to marry me, Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell?” His hand had grabbed yours and he had his chin lifted to be able to stare straight into your eyes. 

“Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell, I, (Y/N), Lady of (Y/P), would love to marry you.” You smiled brightly and Robb smiled back at you. From the corner of your eyes you could see how his entire family was now looking at you and Robb with a smile on their face. It seemed they were as happy about this as you were.

For all the Stark kids, the most important thing in endgame as I see it is that they are together (in WF), safe and as happy as it’s possible for them to be, and that they have as much agency as possible in their own lives. 

This re Sansa: currently LF is using her for his own revenge-on-dead-people plans and he is actively trying to change her into his cynical, unscrupulous sidekick with benefits (both sexual and social/status). He has equated her safety with her complying with his plans (still largely unknown to her) and ultimately also his methods, and her real father and his values with failure and being weak and helpless, plus he’s sexually grooming her. Sansa very much ignores her own instincts when it comes to LF because, to her, he is the one thing standing between her and death, beatings, the black cells etc.*

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anonymous asked:

You Arya stans are so bitter, is like, everything bothers you guys, Sansa as QINTN bothers you, Sansa and Nymeria bothers you, Sansa/Jon bothers you, two sides of the same coin and valar morghulis valar dohaeris for A/S bothers you, Lyanna loving music and romance like Sansa bothers you, what is your problem? just enjoy the fandom FFS and stop bitching

Obvious troll is obvious, but you know what, I’ll bite anyways. Let’s go little by little, shall we? because there is a lot to talk about in the ask.

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Sansa Stark and the Strategic Value of Jon Snow

As wonderful as we are all feeling right now about the reunion hug…And we are because dammit both of them really needed it!!! And so did we!

As beautiful as that moment is I think the most important moment comes later when they are talking and both Sansa and Jon acknowledge their shared upbringing. In that Sansa was terrible about and to Jon, and Jon resented it. All the other Stark children treated Jon Like a full brother, and loved him as a true born sibling, all except Sansa. Sansa is always described as a mini-Cat and that went for a general dislike and distance of Jon as well.

So to have them acknowledge it and forgive it is great character growth for both of them. Particularly for Sansa. And also particularly for Sansa because as genuine as I believe she is in these moments I also think that a bit of Littlefinger did rub off on her because she can definitely see the strategic value of Jon Snow now. When Ramsey told her about Jon being Lord Commander of the nights watch, she was shocked that he held that position. But it was only after that, that she was truly prompted to escape.

Sansa could have gone to Robin Arryn and Littlefinger, and the people of the vale would definitely have helped her. But she went to Jon because as the Lord Commander of the Nights Watch not only can he protect her, but he also has standing now to press a claim on Winterfell. Bastard or not he is Ned Starks oldest living son, and he is now a Lord in his own right. The North may not flock solely to Sansa, and even if loyal northern families did, she doesn’t know how to lead an army, but with Jon and the wildlings and the nights watch she has the makings of her own army complete with an experienced commander to actually lead it. A commander that she can trust completely without the worry of betrayal. Because whatever their past she knows that as her brother, Jon Snow will protect her, and he won’t leave her now that she’s with him.

So this episode makes me ridiculously happy for Sansa’s character growth emotionally and intellectually. She’s finally learning to think ahead and its glorious. The fact that this revelation doubles with an actual emotional, and fraternal appreciation and bond is just 100% bonus.

« THERE IS NO WAY OUT » - Theon’s last aCoK chapter.

Happy Theon Week! Surpise meta I started writing 1 year ago.
Edited! Thank you nobodysuspectsthebutterfly

I’d be the first to claim that every singleTheon chapter is amazing but if I had to pick one – just one of them, it would be his last aCoK chapter.

Essentially because it is the very last glimpse of the arrogant, unstable, brash and deeply insecure Theon (aka my favourite Theon) we get to see. After that, this Theon becomes a stranger to Theon himself.

Theon stared at the platter of oakcakes, honey, and blood sausage they’d brought him to break his fast. Another sleepless night had left his nerves raw, and the very sight of food sickened him.

So, Theon took Winterfell, tried to hold it, mostly failed – most of his men don’t respect him, he lost the Stark boys and had to have two other children killed in their place. Theon is falling into paranoia and is starting to have bad dreams of wolves with children faces haunting him. All in all, Theon’s not feeling well at all. And his rule as Prince of Winterfell turned into a nightmare.

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GOT: What’s love got to do with it?

The season finale is finally here and it was both awesome and sad. What are we going to obsess about now? What are we going to do without our weekly dose of Starks? I don’t have the answers but I’m too stoked to care. Last night was awesome!

All last week, I wondered how the creators were going to top the Battle of the Bastards. That episode, even the few leading up to that, were so full of hate - it was oozing out their pores. Going in to the season finale, it felt different. And it felt that way because the root of the episode was all about love. Love for your child. Love between siblings. Love between a man and a woman. Love for your home. And, last but not least, the love of power. Let’s break down the love:

Love of a child. Cersei has always been driven by the love of her children. She’s protective of them, tries to “guide” them and manipulates whatever situation she has to so that her family goes out on top. King Tommen was her youngest and her last living child. She had been cut off from him and seeing him with the enemy was driving her insane. So what does a mother do? Blow them the fuck up. It was a simple plan, one that fans have theorized for a while and it was quite divine. Gather all of your enemies in one place and light it up. In one bold move - the Tyrells, the High Sparrow, his minions and all of the townies that laughed at her and threw things at her during her walk of shame - were dead. Donzo. All because she wanted to save her son. Never mess with a Momma!

What she forgot, however, is that her son is still a child. He may be the king but - like most of these characters - he was thrown into a role that he didn’t ask for. He’s the king, the leader of Westeros but still a young impressionable boy. The Mountain kept him from leaving his chambers, so he was safe. But when he saw the blaze, he knew A) this was his mom’s doing and B) all of those people, including his wife, were dead because of him. For the love of his conscious and his soul and maybe even his wife/fear of his mother, he quietly and swiftly jumped out the window. Cersei’s last child - dead - and she doesn’t cry about it. Her face was stoic. She seizes the moment and, for the love of power, now sits on the Iron throne.

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This is the scariest outcome anyone could have imagined. Even her lover and brother Jamie looks on in disbelief. In love with power, now that she’s got the throne, she will do whatever it takes to keep it. Next season is going to bring the Battle of the Queens - Mother of Dragons vs. Mother of Bitches. 

Love of a sibling. Technically, love of a sibling could be Cersei and Jamie. But, since they are more than that, I’m not talking about them. I’m talking about Queen Margaery and Ser Loras. Before his trial, it seems the Queen spoke to both the High Sparrow and her brother and came up with a compromise. Ser Loras confesses his sins and pledged his allegiance to the High Sparrow and his minions. They accept his offer and immediately brand him. Margaery tries to comfort her brother and take him out of the Sept. She lashes out of the High Sparrow and then clues him in - something’s wrong! She tries to leave with her brother but then we see green…

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More sibling love. Jon Snow is a respected leader because he knows when to ask for help and when to admit his mistakes. He acknowledges that Lady Sansa basically won the battle against Ramsay and his goons. He calls her the Lady of Winterfell and gives her, her parent’s room. They basically talk about Ned, state that they need to trust each other and embrace. “Winter is here” in my mind was “I love you.” 

More Stark love and another fan theory confirmed (R+L=J). Bran, who is now embracing his three eyed raven role, goes back in time to go in to the Tower of Joy with a young Ned Stark. We finally see Lyanna, lying in a pool of blood, dying in bed, after giving birth to a child. She begs Ned to promise to protect the baby at all costs. Whoomp there it is! Jon Snow is the child of Lyanna Stark and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. This is why our boy is so awesome. He’s half Stark and half Targaryen! This would make him Dany’s nephew (I think). But to save the baby and keep his sister alive in spirit, Ned presented the baby as his own and didn’t tell anyone the truth. Not even Catelyn, which I’m sure hurt but he made a promise. I love you, Ned Stark. You truly had a heart of gold. 

Two declarations of love and two very disappointed men. Daenerys is preparing the trip to Westeros. She acquired ships from the wonder siblings and the masters, so she has enough to bring the fight to Cersei. First thing’s first - she breaks up with Daario and tells him to stay in Meereen. He is livid - he wants to fight for her and declares her love for her. He even says he knows he makes her happy but she still pushes him away. She put up a strong front but her eyes softly shared her sadness. Unfortunately, like Cersei, she loves power a little too much and put the throne first. 

The other declaration of love - LittleFinger and Sansa. He is one shady mo fo. He was in love with Catelyn Stark for a long time and now that she’s gone, he declared his love for Sansa, “Whenever, I make a move, I think whether this action is going to get me closer to the big picture with you.” Nope. Like a smart girl, Lady Sansa said it was a pretty picture and walked away. Sadly, not fast enough though. LittleFinger was able to plant that seed of doubt - pinning Sansa against Jon for the title of King or Queen of the North.

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The North remembers. The other houses in the North are bickering about Jon’s decision to turn to the Wildlings for help. In another stellar moment by Lady Mormont, she throws shade at the other houses about not participating in the battle and states how her house helped support Jon, the true King of the North. Her family loves the North and will always follow the true King. He may be a bastard but Ned’s blood flows through his veins (though we the audience now now it’s Lyanna’s blood not Ned’s. I wonder if they will think differently of him…). She stole the show once again with her short speech that ended with everyone declaring Jon the King of the North! 

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Love for your family. The North won’t forget and either will Arya. The last time we saw her, she was injured and walked out of the House of Black and White. I didn’t think we were going to see her again but we did indeed. Walder Frey is dining alone, waiting for his sons to join him. He smacks the ass of the girl bringing him his food and talks trash about his sons. Suddenly, she points at his cake and says his sons are here. Oh damn. Arya’s in the house!!!! She whips off her face mask and proudly says her name before she crosses another name off her kill list. Arya is now a super talented assassin, y’all!!

Other love bits: 

- Lord Tyrion, now the Hand of the Queen, is slowly falling in love with Dany. I don’t think he talked her into breaking up with Daario so that he could have her. I honestly think that was good counsel based on what they need to do in Westeros. But whether he knows it or not, he is indeed falling in love with the Mother of Dragons. 

- For the love of her family, Lady Olenna goes to Dorne to create an alliance for revenge on Cersei. The Sand Snakes also need her help. Cersei has a whole bunch of enemies coming for her - and it’s going to be fun to see these ladies go head to head! Boys fight physically. Girls fight emotionally and strategically. With all of these ladies leading the pack next season, we are all in for an even bigger emotional rollercoaster. 

- No sighting of Brienne and Podrick. In my mind, they are on the way to Winterfell. Brienne will take one look at Tormund’s bruised face and make a snide remark about how he couldn’t protect himself. He’ll leer at him like he usually does and they’ll do more awkward flirting and finally kiss. YESSSS!