#but the SECOND it went the other way rhaenys stepped up and got exactly what she want and made it look like her plan the entire time

[preoxxupy]

whether you like her or not, she played all the cards to her advantage and is getting exactly what she wants.

[pax-2735]

Got Fanfic: Come Into My Parlor (2/3)

Notes: Part 2 of this little Halloween story is up - if you haven’t read it yet, here’s part 1

Summary: When Sansa goes to the Targaryen’s annual Halloween bash, the last thing she expected was to come face to face with her demons.

Come into my parlor

She was making her way towards the bar, since her drink was long gone and she might as well take advantage of the expensive booze, when someone grabbed her arm. Feeling giddy and carefree – because she was not going to let that prick Joffrey ruin her spirits - she had spun around with a smile on her lips. And then she froze.

Drumroll please, as we welcome into our midst asshole number two.

She had met Harry Hardyng during her second year of college. He was sweet and polite, bumbling his way around campus with a map on his hand and a confused look on his face. Her manners had kicked in and she had offered to help him and he had dazzled her with a brilliant smile.

The fumbling ways of their first encounter had given way to a charming, confident man by their second meeting and that had been it. Harry was everything Joffrey wasn’t - he was kind and funny and had a way of listening to her as though he really cared about her opinions. In a word, he was nice.

She hadn’t loved him, no. She had never said the words to him nor had she tried to pretend as though she felt something she didn’t, but Harry had never pushed her. He never lost his patience and he never asked for more than what she was willing to give.

She had berated herself for it at times. There were days when she told herself she should just put an end to it if they weren’t going anywhere, and not lead him on. There were days she convinced herself there must be something wrong with her for how could she not love a man who was as perfect as Harry?

As it turns out, he wasn’t.

Three days into their second year together, she had run into him on campus by accident. He had a map in his hand and a confused look on his face and a pretty girl talking to him and Sansa’s world came crashing down. All of the sudden, every night spent studying, every late night phone call that went unanswered, his understanding nature and accepting demeanor, all of it reeked of lies.

He hadn’t even denied it, the smug bastard. If anything, he was completely unapologetic about the number of times he had cheated on her and if Sansa wasn’t as much of a lady she would have punched that brilliant smile right out of his face.

It was the same smile he was wearing now as he stood in front of her and Sansa took a deep breath, trying to dispel the urge to smash his teeth in.

“Sansa! It’s so good to see you,” he said. “How have you been?”

“You mean after you broke my heart? Pretty good actually.”

There was a skeptical look on his face as he answered. “Come on now. You know there were never any hearts involved.”

Alright, so that hurt. He was right, yeah, but it still stung to hear it spelt out quite like that. “How about honesty? Apparently there was none of that either.”

He at least had the good grace to look slightly embarrassed. “That was a failure in communication. I honestly thought we were on the same page.”

“Is that why you were so secretive about all your affairs?”

A group of super heroes clearly intent on saving the world one drink at a time knocked into her side as they passed them on the way to the bar and Sansa stumbled forward. Harry’s hands flew to her arms to steady her. “Are you ok?”

“Fine,” she answered with pursed lips. This close, seeing his eyes and his smile, it was easy to remember why she had been so eager to lose herself with him. She felt goosebumps prickling her arms as the temperature seemed to drop suddenly, and she shivered.

Harry was smirking – no doubt believing she was shivering because of him – when his gaze flickered over her shoulder and she watched as his whole posture changed abruptly, his shoulders squaring and his back straightening as his eyes widened at whatever he was seeing. She turned around to see it too.

The blonde was stunning, she had to give him that. Even her zombie makeup wasn’t enough to take away from the fact that her face was perfectly proportional, her blood red lips and dark eyes incredibly enticing.

She turned back to Harry with a raised brow. “Seriously?”

That seemed to break him from his spell. “Sorry,” he muttered, his gaze still flickering between the blonde and Sansa, “I thought I knew her but that’s not…” He shook his head, as if trying to clear the cobwebs.

“What? There were so many you can’t remember all our faces?” His head snapped back towards her, a troubled look on his face. Yeah, she was being a little bit of a bitch but he was a sorry excuse of a man so… she figured she had earned it.

“Sorry,” he said again, this time with a grimace. “That can’t be her. She’s… I mean, well… she’s dead.”

“Zombies usually are.”

He looked back towards the blonde, her voluptuous form now surrounded by a small entourage of corpse-looking guys salivating around her, and he visibly froze. His face grew pale and he looked quite literally as though he had seen a ghost.

“Sansa.”

“What?”

“Do you see them?”

“The dead guys? Yeah,” she snorted. “They’re kinda hard to miss.”

“So you do see them?”

She turned back to him, eyebrow raised and an incredulous smile. “How much did you have to drink?”

There was no answer to her quip but his grip on her am grew painfully tighter and she could feel her heart start to hammer inside her chest as she tried to loosen his grip.

“Harry you’re hurting me.”

A shadow moved on the corner of her eye and suddenly Jon was there, his own hand tightening around Harry’s wrist. “Let her go Hardyng.” Harry didn’t seem to be listening, his eyes still fixed ahead of him and Jon’s voice drew lower as his grip grew harder. “I won’t tell you again,” he hissed. “Let. Her. Go.”

Harry moved as though in slow motion, his eyes landing on Jon before widening like saucers, as though he was just now seeing him there. He stumbled backwards, finally letting go of her before mumbling out some apology or what-not and hightailing it out of there like a bat out of hell.

And then it was just her and Jon.

Goddammit.

She and Jon had known each other since she was literally in diapers. Robb’s constant companion, the two were more like brothers than anything else really. To her though, he was… more like a cousin or some shit like that. A sweet, handsomely hot cousin.

But really, with his soft curls, dark eyes, pouty mouth and sinfully delicious body, well… who could blame her really?

Yeah, she had a crush. One she’d been sporting for a while now – ever since her teens really, but in her mind she was still closer to that than to the dreaded 3-0 she was about to turn in a couple of hours. But the point was, they were friends. Close ones at that.

Jon was still looking at Harry’s retreating form with a dark look. “What the fuck’s wrong with him?” she heard him mutter. When he turned to her though, he visibly softened. “Are you alright?”

She gave him a shaky smile. “I’m fine. Thanks for stepping in.”

“Anytime.”

“I don’t know what happened. One minute he was fine and the next he was going all I-see-dead-people on me.”

Jon gave her a sardonic smile. “I can see half a dozen of them without even blinking.”

“I know right?” She looked back towards the corpses who seemed to have frightened the shit out of Harry, not that she minded, but they were nowhere in sight. Her eyes did a quick sweep around the room, but even with their garishly decadent clothing and incredibly real face paint, she couldn’t spot them. They seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Shrugging, she returned her attention back to Jon. “Whatever booze you’re serving here tonight, it packs a mean punch.” She dropped her eyes to where his hand was holding her wrist, his fingers smoothly drawing circles on her reddening skin.

His eyes followed hers and suddenly his fingers stopped their soothing motion. He didn’t let go though. “I don’t know what they’re serving. Rhaenis took care of that.”

His eyes were boring into hers again and she gulped. “Where is she anyway? I haven’t seen her in ages, I’d like to say hello.”

“She’s not here. Her mother isn’t well, she had to fly down to Dorne to be with her.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. Did Aegon go with her?”

“No, Aegon’s around here somewhere,” he said with a wolfish smile. His eyes swept over her briefly before changing gears. “Your costume is nice.” He waved his hand around, indicating her bodice. “I like the spider bit.”

“Thanks. I’d return the compliment but…” she let her eyes very pointedly roam over his black pullover, down his black jeans all the way to the tip of his black boots before letting them journey back north. And if she lingered a little bit over certain parts of his anatomy, well – let it never be said Jon Snow didn’t know exactly how to pick a pair of fitted jeans.

So sue her for indulging.

He chuckled before giving her a mock hurtful look. “You don’t like my costume? You wound me Stark.” At her questioning look he took a small step back before giving her a little bow. “I’m a brother of the Night’s Watch.”

“Aren’t they supposed to have capes and swords and stuff?”

“Well I had a sword.” He took a quick scan of the room. “But your brother took it. Said he needed to save a fairy from some brain eating zombies.”

Her eyes mimicked his earlier move, scanning the ever growing crowd. “Where is Robb anyway? I haven’t seen him ever since we got here.”

“Probably huddled in a corner somewhere, seeing what kind of magic that fairy can do.” He waggled his brows suggestively and then laughed when she frowned at him. “Wanna go find him?”

“Thanks for that mental picture,” she mock shuddered. “And no, I don’t. If it’s brain eating zombies he’s up against then I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Well hello my lovelies.” Margaery Tyrell sidled up to them, wrapping them both in a hug and keeping her arms casually over their shoulders as she gave Sansa an appraising look. “Darling you look beautiful. Doesn’t she look beautiful Jon?”

Fuck. Sansa could feel the blush creeping up on her cheeks as she risked a look at Jon, relieved to see he was looking a little flustered himself. Good.

“Yeah, I was just telling her that.” His voice took on a deeper, dare she say it, huskier tone as his eyes once again roved over her costume. Better.

She cocked a brow daringly at him. “No, you weren’t.”

“Aye,” he raised a brow of his own, “I’m pretty sure I was.”

Her face was pensive as she pretended to concentrate to remember exactly what he had said. “I believe the word being thrown around was ‘nice’.”

“Nice?” Margaery’s tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Oh my sweet summer child,” she tutted at him.

Jon flushed even harder, the tips of his ears turning red and a healthy blush spreading down his neck, and Sansa wondered exactly how far down it went and how much she’d like to find out. Preferably with her tongue, but she was open to suggestions.

“Although that works in my favor as it makes me feel much less guilty about stealing her away,” Margaery was still saying. “Darling, I’m in desperate need of your assistance.” She batted her eyelashes prettily and Sansa laughed.

“What, the corpse bride needs a wingwoman?”

Margaery scoffed. “It’s a much more mundane affair I’m afraid.” She waved Sansa closer and dropped her voice in a conspiratorial manner. “I need to go the bathroom and I need you to help me lift up my skirts.”

Jon was openly chuckling as Sansa turned to him with an exaggerated sigh. “Sorry. Duty calls.” Margaery was already pulling her along when Sansa turned back, shooting him an over the shoulder look paired with a wink. “See you around Snow.” He narrowed his eyes and she could swear the look in its stormy grey depths was ravenous. Perfect.

Helping Margaery with her skirts turned out to be much more complicated than she had anticipated, the layers upon layers of skillfully torn fabric easily catching on the embroidery of Sansa’s own dress. Not that it mattered, Margaery was saying, along with thousands of other crap ranging from the cute quarterback from hell with whom she hoped to have a nightmarish evening to how Jon was looking at Sansa like she was the Little Red Riding Hood to his wolf. Thankfully her voice was mostly muffled underneath her skirts, so Sansa only caught every few words.

“Thanks doll. You’re a lifesaver,” Margaery said as she washed her hands.

“What are friends for right?”

Margaery was looking at her through the mirror. “Sorry I interrupted your little chat with clueless guy wonder.”

Sansa gave her a little frown. “He’s not clueless. He’s not interested either. At least, not like that. See the difference?”

Margaery shook her head. “I swear to the gods, one day I’m gonna lose my patience with the two of you.” She finished drying her hands before extending one to Sansa. “Come, let’s get back to the party.”

“Go ahead. I think I’m gonna go too. Since I’m already here and all.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“No,” Sansa said, waving her hands at Margaery in a shooing motion, “go get your quarterback. I’ll be right out.”

“You sure love?” Sansa gave her a stern look and Margaery laughed. “Alright sweetie. See you in a bit.”

The hallway leading back to the main floor of the party was only partially lighted by the time Sansa started back, the soft glow of the lamps mingling with the retreating shadows to create an eerie atmosphere. Perfect for Halloween.

Not so perfect when she heard a familiar voice calling her name.

Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for the star of our show, asshole number three.

Although asshole was hardly the right word to describe Ramsay Bolton. Harry was an asshole, and a downright great one at that. Joffrey was a prick and creep. But Ramsay, well… Ramsay was a monster.

When Sansa was a child she loved playing monsters and maidens with her siblings. Those were the kind of stories she used to beg Old Nan to tell them, the ones where the beautiful princess was captured by a horrible monster until a fair and handsome prince came to rescue her.

It’s funny how the stories never warn you that the worst kind of monsters are the ones wearing a human mask.

And there are no princes coming to the rescue.

She had met Ramsay during her first job. He was a quiet, unassuming guy, the sort you wouldn’t look at twice if you happened to notice him the first time around. Most people didn’t. He seemed to have mastered the art of disappearing into the background until he was needed and then he was suddenly there, ready to help before blending back into the shadows.

After Joffrey’s and Harry’s over exceeding confidence, she had liked how quiet Ramsay was. There was a quality about it that almost reminded her of Jon. He seemed safe. They had a world wind romance and before long they were living together.

It was only when the key had turned on that lock for the first time that she had realized she was trapped.

And in spite of how far she’d come after putting an end to that relationship, after leaving all traces of Ramsay Bolton behind – not forgetting, no, never forgetting, the marks he had left on her skin and on her soul a constant reminder, a never ending lesson – in spite of it all, that’s exactly how she felt as soon as she heard his voice. Trapped.

“Hello Sansa.”

His voice was sickeningly sweet, coating her form like a spider web thinly veiled with drops of honey. His blue eyes were what gave him away, its icy sparkle shining from amidst the shadows, long before he stepped forward so she could see him.

“I’ve missed you.” His smile was something akin to a snarl, a pulling of lips over teeth as he stopped just a few steps short of reaching her.

“Ramsay. You do remember the restraining order don’t you?” Sansa was proud of how even and strong her voice came out even as she felt the airs on her arms prickling and her hands curling into fists at her sides.

“I had no idea you’d be here. You haven’t exactly kept in touch.” He shook his head slowly at her. “But you’ve always been a naughty girl haven’t you Sansa?”

Another step towards her and Sansa stiffened. She stood her ground though, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of backing away. Instead, she gave him a disbelieving look. “My brother’s best friend’s family is hosting the party.”

“Is he your friend though? Or perhaps something more?” There was a hint of something dangerous lurking underneath his casual tone, something that Sansa recognized immediately. Something Sansa chose to ignore.

“You knew I’d be here,” she accused him.

“Are you calling me a liar?” He moved forward again and this time Sansa did step back. The shadows flickered over the walls as her back collided with the lamp, almost sending it tumbling to the floor. Ramsay smiled. “Alright, maybe I did have some idea. What can I say? I’m a hopeful romantic.”

“If Robb and Jon find you here –“

He cut her off abruptly. “They’ll do what? I was invited here, just like everyone else.”

“You can’t be here.”

“Sansa, Sansa,” he said, shaking his head in disapproval, “don’t be difficult. This house is big enough for the two of us, I’m sure we can manage something.”

He seemed to be pondering something before he stepped back, putting some space between them, and Sansa breathed again. “I’m gonna take a tour of the gardens now. I hear they used to have some lovely kennels here. That should put the necessary space between us,” he turned his head, giving her one last glance over his shoulder, “until we meet again.”

It was only after his footsteps faded, the sound of a door closing in the distance, that Sansa forced her own feet to start moving. Not towards the now dim sounds of the party, no. The last thing she wanted at the moment was to go back in there and risk another chance encounter. It was hard to imagine this night getting any shittier but the way the universe was treating her lately… she wasn’t about to take any chances.

Turning around, she went in the opposite direction.

[tiny-little-bird]

Y'all know what I get from the response I got to the post I published the other day, about Jon liking redheads?

Some people *cough* J0nerys shippers *cough* are pressed and really bothered by the fact that Jon clearly has a type; a type that IS 100% NOT silver haired “bend the knee” entitled dragon lady, BUT 100% IS red haired “You should take it.”, “You are to me.”, “You’re good at this you know. […] At ruling.” intelligent, kind and strong Sansa Stark, whom raised Jon up; unlike dragon lady, whom literally stepped on him and took away from him, pretty much everything he had accomplished, ever since reuniting with Sansa.

D@ny pretty much stripped him of all the things that were good in his life, that made him feel happy and accomplished.

“Epic romance” is ANYTHING BUT epic lol

- Jon had acquired the love and respect of the North and the Northern Lords. Thanks to dragon lady, that’s gone out the window now.

- The Lords named him King in the North and he left Winterfell and the North as a King. Dragon lady took his crown and title and “downgraded” him to a Warden.

- He gained Sansa’s affections, acceptance, trust, validation and love (all things he always dreamed of having) and, poor Jon, realized Sansa will be deeply hurt and disappointed by the news, he probably feels like he failed her, and for all he knows, she is also mad at him (she’s not mad at him, as seen in 7.07 when she gets his letter, but he has no way to know that until he reaches Winterfell). For all he knows, him bending the knee, giving her home, their home, the North to a squabbling (southern) “Queen”/”Ruler”, the home and country for which she bled, was raped beaten and tortured, might just be enough to destroy the beautiful relationship based on on love and trust that they had built. So for all he knows, due to dragon lady, he’s lost Sansa, just as he has lost the Northern lords and the North.

Have any J0nerys shippers stopped at any point to think about the fact that Jon reuniting and teaming up with Sansa was a blessing and only brought him (and House Stark too) good things, while “teaming up” with pyromaniac dragon lady brought and was a f*ing disaster? Probably not, since the majority of J0nerys shippers are Dany stans who don’t give af about Jon’s happiness and well being.

And don’t come at me with this, “But Lyanna and Rhaegar met and fell in love! They loved each other! So that means Jon and D@ny are just like them and are in love with each other too!!” BS, because Jon is Rhaegar in this situation, he was raised by the wolves, but he is the legitimate son of Rhaegar Targaryen, and that makes him a Targaryen, since children take their fathers’ names, and honestly, comparing them to R&L really doesn’t play in your favour… 

D@ny: “Everyone enjoys what they’re good at.” (D@ny enjoys conquering, bullying and burns people alive like it’s nothing), Jon: “I don’t.” (he doesn’t enjoy war and he doesn’t enjoy killing people).

D@ny: “He (Viserys) told me Rhaegar was good at killing people.“, Barristan: "Rhaegar never liked killing.”.

So as I’ve said, Jon is literally Rhaegar. Now, y'all mean to tell me D@ny is Lyanna?! lol NO. She is not a Stark, she is not a wolf, she is not ice and she is NOTHING like Lyanna. D@ny is Aerys II Targaryen, commonly known as, the Mad King. 

So let’s recap for a second: 

Rhaegar was the rightful heir to the Irone Throne. Jon is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. 

Rhaegar planned to swiftly dethrone his mad father, Aerys II Targaryen, who burned people alive and was not fit to rule the Seven Kingdoms anymore, to rule in his stead. D@ny burns people alive, and her incompetence in ruling (which she has proved time and time again) makes her unfit to rule.

You see where I’m going with this… so yeah… not sure why y'all want to go around comparing Jon & D@ny to Rhaegar and Lyanna, since their union caused chaos and war, it caused a bloody rebellion, that killed Elia, Rhaenys, Aegon, and almost got Viserys and D@ny killed as well…

And for the nonny screaming in my ask, “Jon and D@ny are equals you ignorant, uncultured b*ch!!!“ haha that’s a good one, maybe in an alternate universe lol

D@ny kept Jon on Dragonstone against his will, she took his ship and his weapons, and literally gave him no other choice but to give up his crown so she would be fully committed to the Great War. The North doesn’t need her, Jon is not a tyrant, Sansa is not a tyrant, the North is in very good hands, it doesn’t need to be saved politically, but what can you do, when someone is entitled and power hungry, is entitled and power hungry. So, not sure where y'all see they’re equals, cause dragon lady behaving the way she behaved, made sure they were not. Jon, instead of growing "bigger”, advancing, taking steps forward with her, he grew “smaller”, he went/took many steps backwards. Dany was for Jon what the Dragonpit was for the Dragons, he got stuck, “locked” on that damned island, and as a consequence he came out of it weakened and “smaller” than before he arrived. Dragonstone, was the beginning of the end for his happiness. It was made very obvious that he was absolutely miserable there, the whole time.

Don’t even want to get into the fact that the Night King has an ice dragon because of her, and that Jon’s family and those he TRULY loves and mean the world to him, are now in actual danger because of her stupidity and obsession for the Iron Throne and power.

But suuure, I’m supposed to believe Jon “fell in love” with a woman, whom not only isn’t his TYPE, but whom piece by piece took from him the things he held dearest. Good luck convincing me Jon is “in love” with pyromaniac dragon lady, and that theirs is some “epic romance” because omg, chickensex!! lol

You wanna keep shipping J0nerys, y'all do you, I’m not here to stop you, but what I personally want to see in a ship, is two people who bring each other up, who boost each other’s confidence, who help and support each other, who want the best for one another, who help each other succeed and accomplish what they want in life, who want to protect each other, keep each other safe, who grow stronger together, who make each other happy/smile, two people who are EQUAL in a relationship. 

I DON’T WANT TO SEE a relationship in which one of the two people thrives by bringing the other down (D@ny), because that’s messed up and toxic, WHAT I WANT TO SEE, is a relationship in which either of the two people in love thrives when the other thrives and helps the other thrive, two people who thrive together and share that thriving. 

And yeah… sorry… that ain’t J0nerys, that’s Jonsa. 

J0nerys can’t relate.

D&D made sure to show us how Jonsa’s relationship is an equal one, full of respect, trust and love, they made sure to parallel Jonsa to Ned/Cat (and to other couples too) time and time again, over and over, so the audience could see which relationship is a genuine loving and healthy one, and which one is not, to show us who makes him SMILE, and who doesn’t, who makes him LAUGH and genuinely HAPPY, and who doesn’t, who UNDERSTANDS him, and who doesn’t. They showed us that unlike J0nerys, Jonsa isn’t toxic and unhealthy.

Jon and Sansa are literally two halves of a whole, they are the best thing that happened to each other, reuniting was the best thing that happened to each other after Ned was executed and their lives went to hell. Jon and D@ny meeting brought & will bring as much, or better said, even more disaster, death and destruction to Westeros than Rhaegar and Lyanna meeting did.

Jonsa is what a real relationship looks like, what a healthy and loving relationship is supposed to be like, and this is why I ship it, this is why I know our ship is happening and it is endgame, because the directors and screenwriters bothered to show us the two of them getting closer, understanding each other, this is why they bothered to show us Jon sweetly kissing Sansa and Sansa accepting his kiss, not pulling away nor pushing him away, Sansa reaching for him, initiating contact, why we got them taking back their home together, why we saw them laughing and smiling when around each other (listen, Jon hasn’t smiled in 5 whole seasons as much as he has smiled in season 6 and season 7 with Sansa and same thing can be said for Sansa), why we saw them arguing, why we saw them work on their relatinship, why we saw them build it, why we saw them bringing each other up, why we saw Jon being extremely possessive and aggressive towards any male who mentions Sansa, why we were shown Littlefinger teasing Sansa about a J0nerys marriage to get a reaction out of her, which he 100% got, why we were shown them thriving together. 

D&D wanted to show us that they are meant for each other, that they are just perfect for each other, that somewhere between them reuniting, taking back their home and ruling the north together, they developed feelings for one another, they wanted to show us that they complete each other that they are exactly what the other needs to be happy, that they give each other exactly what the other needs. They are two pieces of a puzzle that perfectly fit together.

“When you’re a little older, I’ll make you a match with someone who’s worthy of you. Someone who’s brave, gentle and strong.”

“I’ll never let him touch you again. I’ll protect you, I promise.”

“The North is my home, it’s part of me. […] The North is yours.”

“You’re good at this you know?” || "At what?“

"At ruling.” || "No.“

"You are. You are.”

“And how should I be smarter, by listening to you?”

“Would that be so terrible?”

“You know him better than any of us, what do you think?”

“All my life I wanted to be Jon Stark.”

“I’m not a Stark.” || “You are to me.”

We got all the romantic tropes and all the interactions I mentioned above and in the paragraph above the quotes and more, because that’s how you build a romance, because that’s exactly what D&D have been doing, building them up for romance.

In conclusion, YES Jon has a type, he likes redheads, BUT first and foremost he is attracted to fierce, strong, kind and intelligent women, who don’t go around burning people alive and waging wars, death and destruction, so they can sit on a throne, wear a crown and rule over Kingdoms.

Y'all can come at us all you want, can keep insulting us all you want, can call us delusional all you want, and y’all can also keep your bland and rushed chickensex, we’ve got the real deal here. ✌️

#JonsaIsComing 💙