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Lily crying and going to petunias room randomly one day summer of 6th year because she cant handle it anymore, just for petunia to not let her in
Ohhhuahshah I saw a post yesterday lamenting "the current film bro meme" and I ignored it bc I was like "surely this cannot be a real discourse that is happening" and now today the meme has tragically reached me. Rip to the term "film bro" we will have a beautiful funeral for u and bury you besides "manic pixie dream girl" and "cancel culture" since you no longer actually mean anything
@youareaservant liked for lyrical starter from Harrow
“ Now there’s no more love, just echoes of the life we should’ve led.“
I can't stop thinking that if in the books, Jon gets resurrected, and then maybe (hopefully not) at some point in the story, Sansa dies by stabbings, Jon would give her the Kiss of Life just as Berric Dondarrion did to Lady Catelyn. Then we get this cycle of kisses of life hoping that both of them would live. Sansa lives then Jon dies, then Sansa again dies by giving Jon the kiss. A cruel Romeo/Juliet, don't ya think? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
NOTHING BECAUSE THATS WONDERFUL AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
i did tweak it slightly to fit a more romeo / juliet narrative. because i love jon and sansa in that au and im gonna have to explore it a lot more!! im not sure if this was a prompt request or just a general “hi hello IM DYING OVER THESE THOUGHTS LETS TALK” (which really lets talk about any and all jonsa thoughts, my friends) but i wrote it anyways. thanks for the inspiration!!
When Jon comes into the throne room, it's too late.
"No..." He whispers as he discards Longclaw, sinking to his knees beside her fallen body. Jon knows she's gone as he lifts her body into his arms, the crimson stain spreading fast beneath her body. She is still warm to the touch, though her lids have fallen closed over those sapphire eyes, her chest no longer rises and falls with her every breath. He's unaware of the tears that streak his cheeks as he cradles her close, uncaring of the blood that stains his hands, his clothes, his soul. He cannot believe he's failed her this way. He cannot believe that he allowed it to come to this.
The sound of footfalls echoes in the room and his attention snaps up, his Stark colored eyes falling upon the woman who still yet holds a blade in her hands. Daenerys Targaryen has taken from him the most important piece of him, the one person he would have gone to the ends of the earth for. The person he would have thrown his life away to save, the person he had been resurrected to protect. Resurrected... He thinks as he leans back over Sansa's body, knowing he had lost his reason for living. In Sansa, he had found life, he had found warmth, and he had found comfort. Without her... There was nothing. Nothing at all.
Daenerys stares back at him with those wide, violet eyes of hers, mouth a tight frown as she holds fast to the dagger in her hands. The blade is dripping with blood, blood he knows belongs to Sansa. Though he is most reluctant to do so, Jon pries himself from her and rises up to his feet, bringing Longclaw with him. He is across the room in several strides, knocking from the dragon queen's hands the blade. She is no match for him, of course, in strength or swordsmanship. "Jon, please!" Her voice is a plea that he ignores and a moment later, Jon is plunging the blade into the queen's chest. She sags and only then does he pull the sword free, allowing her to tumble to the ground, bleeding out. He would leave her there to die as she had left Sansa.
When Daenerys has fallen, Jon returns to her side, dropping down so he might pull her close once more. Her murderer is dead, but he feels no comfort. For what comfort could he find when her eyes would never again open? What comfort could he find when she would never again smile upon him, when she would never again so sweetly say his name? The world around him sways and for a moment, he thinks of turning his blade upon himself. It seems the only logical answer, after all, for he knows he cannot live without her. Not for another moment.
And then... Just as he's reaching for Longclaw yet again, he remembers something the red priestess had told him so very long ago. Those brought back by the Lord of Light... Sometimes they can bestow life upon another. The last kiss of R'hllor, where the flame of life is passed from one to another. Jon knows the flame of life burns within him and if there was a way to save her, it would be this way. It was true, he would trade his life for hers, but at least then she would live on. With or without him, Jon was just happy knowing she would survive. And so he leaned over her and captured her mouth with his, knowing it was their first and only kiss. He only wished he'd told her the truth when they had the time.
He can feel it, the warmth of what life is, passing from his lips to hers. He can feel her body relax from the grip of death as his begins to stiffen. Jon can only smile when he draws back, catching sight of the first breath her lungs take. And then... As darkness claims him, he thinks of her and her radiant smile, and for the first time in a long time, he's truly and utterly happy.
[ x x x ]
When Sansa wakes, she's confused.
Her hand touches her chest, where surely she had felt the dagger's blow from Daenerys, where she had felt the blood flowing from the wound. Blue eyes sweep across the darkened throne room and there she sees her, silver hair stained crimson, violet eyes wide open in a pale face. Sansa shifts and her hand touches another, the sight of this body bringing a cry from her lips. "Jon!" She cries as she reaches for him, pulling his limp body into her arms, resting him against her legs. "Jon! No!" Her tears run down her cheeks as she leans over him, crying into his chest, desperate to feel the rise and fall of his chest. But there is nothing... Nothing at all.
Cold despair rushes through her as she clutches his body close, her own racked with sobs as she mourns her lost love. What is life without Jon? It doesn't seem fair, for her to live and for him to die beside her. How cruel of fate, to pull them apart in the most permanent of ways. In Jon she had found meaning in her own agonizing existence. In Jon, she had found safety and comfort. In Jon, she had found love. Without him there to keep her steady and light up her darkest nights... What was the point?
She raises her tear-stained face and her gaze settles upon Longclaw, laying there just out of her reach. There is no hesitation as she extends over Jon, fingers closing around the white wolf hilt, drawing the heavy blade into her hands. This felt like the only way. This felt like the only way to be happy again. If she could not be with Jon in life, then in death it would have to be. He would be there on the other side, waiting for her with the rest of those she had lost over the years.
And so she smiles as she navigates the weight of the sword, turning it so the blade faces her own body. She thinks of him as she plunges it into her chest, into the very spot she had felt Daenerys' stab her hours before. The pain is nothing compared to the pain she had felt at losing him, in truth, and it's only a moment later that the blade clatters to the ground beside her. As she slumps over, her hand grasps for his, and she feels nothing but relief as the darkness of death claims her for the second time that day.
In the end, they would be together after all.
She didn’t MEAN to lose control just like that she didn’t mean to hurt someone she didn’t even know if they were DEAD. She had stumbled home surprised by the fact nobody saw her and asked what was wrong before she could get to the shower. She had blood on her mouth and some on her clothing that had long dried up since she didn’t even bother on using her speed once she was in the woods. It was after the shower and dressed when she opened the bathroom door to a concerned face.
She lowered her gaze down to the floor while she felt tears brimming her eyes again. “I’m sorry..” she whispers under her breath. They didn’t even know what she did but the memories of her almost killing her own fucking date surfaced to her head and it only caused her to spiral again with her emotions. “I fucked up..”
open starter / mutuals only
CAN WE DO THIS WITH @taylorswift LYRICS PLS?! Flashback when you met me at a concert last week I think you might want it but it’s just a bummer because you don’t want me
It is a well known fact that if you post a lot of yoo*** that I will follow you with no hesitation.
how am i supposed to get a gf if i havent even been able to get actual friends since like middle school
