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“Maisie and I have the purest form of true, true friendship. She’s been my rock. We are kind of the only two people who know what it feels like to go through this very scenario from pretty much the same background, and ending up where we are and kind of finding ourselves as we go. I think that’s why people respond so well to our friendship, I guess. They see the true, pure love between us.”  - Sophie Turner

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Thank you @flibbertigiblet for the prompt!  

Big marshmallow heart that I am, I took your potentially angst-ridden line and made something fluffy :)

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Jon tries to focus on his lunch and the notes he’d been annotating for history but it’s not easy. He hadn’t intended to overhear this argument.  He’s certain she’d rather this occur anywhere else but sometimes it happens this way.  He should know.  Ygritte seemed to enjoy their blowups being as noisy and public as possible.  

He scowls and wonders if he should do something.  It’s not really his place…is it?

“Someday, you’re going to realize your one mistake was giving me up and I can’t wait to see you come crawling back so I can laugh in your face!”

Jon can’t quite believe his ears hearing this tripe coming out of Hardyng’s sorry mouth.  If anyone’s ever deserved to be dumped, it’s this guy. For three months, he’s been dating Sansa, dating the sweetest, most beautiful girl on campus.  And for three months, the charming pretty boy’s been needling her insecurities, belittling her in the name of ‘just kidding’ and making eyes at other girls behind Sansa’s back.

It’s about all Jon’s been able to stand but it’s not been his place to interfere.  He’s just a friend if he can claim that much even. He’s her chemistry partner and they’ve met at the library a couple of times to hash out essays for literature together.  They’ve developed an easy rapport, a comradery but sometimes when they’re together he almost thinks she might feel those sparks like he does.  

Sansa is standing tall and poised in the face of Hardyng’s little tantrum.  What a douche.  But he’s surrounded by his frat brothers and she’s alone.  She shouldn’t have to be alone.  

Jon sidles up beside her, not wanting to step in unless she needs him but wanting her to know he’s there. He doesn’t say anything.  She notices him anyway and gives him a flicker of a smile, the kind that makes his stomach flip and his chest tighten up.  

“Giving you up a mistake?!” she snorts in a very un-Sansa like manner.  It’s really kind of cute.  “I will be celebrating coming to my good sense at last tonight, you egotistical prick.”  It’s super cute the way her voice drops when she says ‘prick.’  Jon’s well aware she’s not much of a curser.  

Hardyng is though and he says something so vile the next second that Jon cannot stand to the side a moment longer.  “Apologize to the lady,” he growls and somehow Hardyng’s on the ground and Jon’s fist is inexplicably sore.  Admittedly, he has a bit of a temper.  

He looks up and figures this is it, that Hardyng’s friends are all going to jump him and it was nice knowing her while it lasted.  Maybe he’ll confess his love and admiration for her on his deathbed.  

But none of them moves. One of them actually kind of laughs.

Sansa’s busy calling him a great fool and lecturing him about how he can’t just hit someone like that. She’s also trying not to giggle.  

He doesn’t even notice when Hardyng and his friends slink off.  He’s busy making up his mind and screwing up his courage as she gingerly inspects his hand.

“Can I buy you a coffee, Sansa?  I mean, if you want to talk, I’d love to buy you a coffee and just listen if you like. Or if you’re hungry, there’s a place a few blocks over we could grab some tacos or…I’ll take you anywhere you’d like to go.”

“Anywhere, huh?”

He nods and her grin’s making that stomach flipping and chest tightening increase by ten times at least.  

“Yeah, Jon.  Some dinner would be nice and then maybe some coffee after if you don’t mind.”

one more word and you won’t survive 

Ned x Cersei, 4k, explicit, assassins, noir

for @flibbertigiblet and @anniebibananie !! 

summary:

Bloodsport is nothing to them. Well, it’s not nothing to Ned, but he’s a man who follows orders. Or is it Cersei he’s following, assassin long since gone rogue? They constantly find themselves on opposite sides, pistols drawn—but they are together, in glamorous and gritty cities all over the world, and there are better ways to resolve antagonism, anyway.

excerpt:

"You stole my kill.” He spoke when it was just the two of them in the mud room, of all places. Elegant Cersei surrounded by dripping umbrellas and muddy boots.

"Do you expect an apology?" She circled him as if he was prey. "You'll be sorely disappointed."

"I don't know what to expect. I didn't expect you here. You're supposed to be in Amsterdam." Instantly he regretted the clumsy words, as her eyes widened and glittered with delight.

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