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The aftermath of Ned Stark’s death

[halles-notebook]

touch deprived

(blurb)

you cannot tell me that jon snow isn’t the absolute shyest when it comes to physical affection. not even in a sexual way, he just hasn’t been held in so long that he forgot what it feels like to be cared for :(

when you come along full of teasing smiles and faint caresses when no one’s looking, he’s convinced the world has been tipped on its axis. he shys away from your advances every time because he learned that nothing ever lasts, and attachment is a weakness (our poor emo baby)

however, once he lets you past his own walls, your never leaving his side. ever. he’s writing ravens at his desk? your in his lap & his non-dominant arm is wrapped tightly around your waist because his girl just can’t go anywhere.

lying in bed together? he would 100% have his head smushed into your chest as your fingers stroked through his curls. even at dinner with his family right across from you, his hand is gently running across your thigh under the dinner table.

honestly, can you blame him though? he just feels so empty without you being attached to him ˚୨୧⋆

[i-smoke-chapstick]

GoT Characters + Text Posts (Pt. 1)

[dipperscavern]

robb stark is such a sweetie but can 100% be the big bad wolf in bed

THE BIG BAD WOLF I SCREAMED

okay but fr i love the way u worded this because you said he can 100% BE the big bad wolf. at his core, he’s a gentlemen. all the starks are raised to be gentlemen, and he’s very kind. stolen glances, soft touches, even softer kisses. he just yearns for you.

i truly believe robb is oh so gentle & passionate with you in bed. he’s praising you, groaning about how good you feel. the soft glide of his hands all over your body make your brain fuzzy, and all his attention is on you and making you cum.

but, if you asked him, he can be mean. fast & rough & hard, not slowing down or giving you time to adjust. he either makes you cum so many times it almost hurts, or not at all. either way, you’ll be crying for him by the end of the night, so who is he to complain?

[remitheremit]

Modern Game of Thrones x baby!reader

“There we go baby, all ready. Mama will miss you sweet girl” (Y/n) grinned behind her pacifier as Cat leaned in to press a soft kiss to her nose, her mother ran her hands against her car seat buckled- making sure the harness secured her. Stepping back from the car door she gave her youngest, and admittedly her favorite one last smile before shutting the car door. “She’ll have plenty of fun, she loves her ol’ uncle Jon!” Jon grinned at me through his car window as Cat gave her brother-in-law a laugh, nodding away since (Y/n) did love any trip with her Uncle Jon. It happened usually once every few weeks where Jon would trudge to Winterfell all to take the littlest Stark fishing! A task he could do with no other like the baby, they’d spend the day up at the lake, fish and play, then they’d go out to the diner for some supper. All then, when (Y/n) returned home she’d be welcomed back to her mothers breast, how she loved her milk. But for now… milk was the least of her worries.

“Time with you is time very well spent” Jon could absolutely understand why you were Cat and Ned’s little world, you were the sweetest thing in the state of Westeros. Jon held the two year old on his lap casting the hook within the deep waters. Something like this, spending quality time with family was something rare that Jon experienced- Robin and Lysa lacked much… family… experience or at least with Jon. “Oh…OH!” A sudden yank from Jon’s line made him shoot up pulling back in his catch.

“Okay, smile (Y/n)!” Jon couldn’t help but laugh at the toddlers shocked expression of the wiggling fish, once successfully taken on his phone he allowed the grinning toddler to throw the fish back out into the lake. “Oh good girl! That’s something mummy and daddy will love!”

(Short modern Game of thrones blurb 😭 with little baby reader who loves her fam- especially uncle Jon. Also I don’t know how fishing works)

[intoxicated-chan]

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© Intoxicated-Chan 2023, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission. I only have one other platform and that’s Wattpad (same name).

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[daenysx]

DREAMER GIRL SLEEPOVER | my mind is a mess, how about yours? (finished)

i had terrible focus lately and i barely managed to catch up with my school work and other things, that kinda ended up with me being away from here not writing fics and i intend to fix that <33 please join me, i know you're probably tired from everything so just let this sleepover be an escape for you

characters included;

aemond targaryen

aegon ii targaryen

robb stark

james potter

sirius black

remus lupin

poly!wolfstar

poly!marauders

daryl dixon

rick grimes

here's how it works!

◇ you can send me a concept with one of the characters above and i'll make a moodboard for you

◇ you can send me a time (like 12.00 am) with a character and i'll write a short blurb

◇ you can send me a song lyric you love with a character and i'll write a short blurb inspired by it

◇ you can come to my inbox and tell me anything you want; complain, cry, get angry, laugh or literally anything. this blog is a safe space to share your daily inconveniences, you know i have plenty of them myself

◇ you can recommend a movie, a song, a book, a make up product you love or hate

◇ you can give me a simple scenario with a character and i'll write a blurb

-your asks with characters can be for fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, or angst. i'll make sure to try my best.

-you can send as many asks as you want, but please send them separately

-when you send me an ask about what you think or give me a rec, i'll reply it by telling you my opinion or give you a rec back to make the whole sleepover like a big conversation.

-i don't know how long the sleepover will last, it depends on how much you guys like it and participate, but i'll make sure trying to answer everything you send and i'll let you know before we end it.

thank you for being here with me, i hope we have fun ♡

-dae.

[in-my-feels-probably]

I just realised I forgot to send a request!! silly sausage hours fr ✌🏻😔

anywho! if it is at all interesting to you, I was wondering if you’d like to write a Protective!Jon x Short!S/O based piece?? can be whatever you want, a blurb, headcannon, imagine - whatever idea comes to you based on this very vague prompt cuz I want to give you all the creative wiggle room to do what you want to do!!

could be something about the Short!S/O getting hurt defending Jon when someone talks shit about him or Jon sees/finds out his S/O was being harassed/had been touched without consent in any way and he sees RED, could be anything at all!! just some real good protective Jon Snow content pretty please 🥺💗

but, all the same, if this idea doesnt grab you then please do not feel at all pressured in writing it, it’s completely up to you!! no hard feelings 🤗

I wish you the most wonderful rest of your day!! ♡

That’s My Girl

Request: if it is at all interesting to you, I was wondering if you’d like to write a Protective!Jon x Short!S/O based piece?? can be whatever you want, a blurb, headcannon, imagine - whatever idea comes to you based on this very vague prompt cuz I want to give you all the creative wiggle room to do what you want to do!! could be something about the Short!S/O getting hurt defending Jon when someone talks shit about him or Jon sees/finds out his S/O was being harassed/had been touched without consent in any way and he sees RED, could be anything at all!! just some real good protective Jon Snow content pretty please

Hi! Thank you for the request, I'm sorry for the long wait. This is my first time writing for Jon! I’m hoping this is what you were looking for, but if not. Just let me know and I'd be able to fix it or write you something else. 

I love Jon, I'm happy to write for him. To make sense of the story, the reader is technically a Bolton, and a sister to Ramsey. I set this around season 5-6. I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, violence, a fight, mentions of blood and wounds, slight sexual harassment, gross men, let me know if i missed anything)

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The Wall was not a good place for a woman. That fact, you knew all too well. 

Women weren’t allowed at the wall, regardless of station or reason. This was a fact your family knew, and a fact they ignored. 

You were born to a handmaiden, fathered by Roose Bolton. When you entered the early stages of being a woman, Lord Bolton legitimized you, and sent you to Winterfell to learn the ways of being a Lady. He figured you may be useful to him one day, someone he could marry off for an advantage. 

Winterfell was where you met Jon Snow. He had always liked you. While you were technically a Bolton, you lived more than half of your life as a Snow. You were no longer legally a bastard, but you felt like one anyway. 

Jon knew the feeling, and you became quite close throughout your years, before he left for the Wall and the rest of the Starks left as well.

You lived through the Greyjoy Rebellion, when Theon came and took Winterfell. You received word from your father, and were asked to stay anyways. After Robb’s death, the Bolton’s officially took over the castle. 

Despite your father being named Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, he was no family to you. You’d never see him as such. Instead, the Northern folk who had lived in the city since the reign of the Starks took care of you, always there to be a friend if you needed them. 

They were your true family. Them, and the Starks, although you hadn’t seen any of them in years. Most of them were dead.

When Lord Bolton died and his position was passed to the newly legitimized Ramsay Bolton, the families that had helped you sent you away for your own safety. 

With you being the last legitimate Bolton, other than Ramsey, you challenged the claim to the North, despite being a woman. The North liked you more, and Ramsay was afraid they’d rebel if he allowed you to live. 

You went to the Wall, seeking asylum. 

You reconnected with Jon, who had recently been named Lord Commander. He allowed you to stay, despite the rules he was meant to follow.

But if he had allowed the Wildlings passage, he could allow you to stay as well. 

To appease the men, you worked as a stewardess, making up for being another mouth to feed and for filling a bed in the single room. The only other empty single room, next to the Lord Commander’s suite. 

It got easier as the weeks passed, and you slipped into a routine that was comfortable enough. 

Sometimes, the men were a little rough with you. It was if they forgot you were a woman, not remembering to be gentler with you. 

Others never forgot you were a woman, keeping their eyes on you at all times. 

This occurred on opposite ends of the spectrum, one end containing men like Jon, Edd, and Sam, and the other containing men like Ser Allister, who hated you being there, as well as the men who wouldn’t hesitate to do you harm. 

You knew those who followed Jon would keep an eye on you, never allowing true harm to come your way, but you still kept your guard up most of the time. In between doing your duties, you trained with the men, learning combat skills. 

It reminded you of the times in Winterfell as children, when Jon would sneak you out of lessons with the Septa to train with him. 

You were quite short, compared to the women of your age. Jon was on the shorter side too, in comparison to other men, but he could hold his own well enough. He wanted you to be able to do the same, so he wouldn’t have to worry as much about your safety.

You had gotten quite good at it, especially with the refresher at the Wall, and you were confident enough that you could handle yourself. 

That didn’t mean you necessarily wanted to. If you could avoid it, you’d try and keep to yourself for most of the day, ignoring the men you didn’t like. But some of them made it quite hard on you. 

“Lady Snow,” Ser Alliser taunted, coming into the kitchen where you were scrubbing pots. “Where’s your Commander? Figured he would’ve sent one of his watchdogs to come guard you, considering he isn’t here to do it himself.”

“He’s just as much your Commander as he is mine,” you replied, not looking up to dignify him with a reaction. 

“That may be,” he said, taking a step towards you. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a growl coming from behind you, and saw a white beast stepping out from behind your legs. 

“You’re right, My Lord,” you said, leaning over to scratch behind Ghost’s ears. “Jon did leave me unattended. Although, I expect a direwolf is as good of a watchdog as any man here. Would you like to test that theory? Come closer, then.”

Ghost snarled at Ser Alliser, making him take a step back. He glared at you, retreating to the door. 

“You don’t belong here, Snow. You’ll come to see that soon.”

“Thank you for that,” you called, returning back to your work. “You can piss off now.”

—

Later that day, much to your annoyance, another group of some of the men tried your patience again. 

It was before dinner, when you had just finished up with your duties for the day. You had just brought Ghost his dinner, and were returning to the hall to eat, when three men cornered you in the courtyard. 

“What do you want?” You asked, unimpressed.

“We want you to go,” one replied, making you roll your eyes. 

The one closest to you nodded in agreement. “We didn’t vote for Jon to be the Commander.”

“You’re lucky you have him—“

He cut you off, his tone more aggressive. “Are we? So far, in the weeks he’s been Commander, he let the Wildlings through our gates. Now, he’s let a girl in.”

“That’s your problem? Ser Alliser almost let the Wall fall because of his own pride,” you spat, growing angry. “He should have listened to Jon when he had the chance. It cost us lives.”

“Us? There’s no us, you’re not one of us,” the man on the right finally spoke. His voice was significantly higher than he looked like he would sound, making you chuckle. 

“What’s so funny?” The middle man asked.

“All of you,” you replied. “You’re very amusing to watch. Pathetic, really.”

“Watch your tone, bitch,” the man closest to you said. “Nobody wants to hear your mouth. As far I’m concerned, a woman has two purposes. Popping out kids, and warming my bed. Would you be interested in either?

You raised a brow, clenching your fists at your sides. He smirked, taking a step closer to you. 

“What? Cat got your tongue, bitch? Not brave enough to say something without your useless Lord Commander there to save you?” 

You couldn’t contain yourself any longer, swinging and cracking your knuckles across his jaw. You swung again before he could recover, smashing your fist into the bridge of his nose. He faltered back this time, landing on his ass. 

“What?” You smirked, flexing your hand. “Cat got your tongue?”

He snarled, standing up. The other two tried to hold him back, afraid of what would happen if they actually hurt the Lord Commander’s girl, but they weren’t strong enough. He broke through, shaking them off. 

Before you could take a step back, you felt a palm strike across your cheek, stinging the flesh. His ring caught on your cheekbone, cutting a small slit.

You brought a hand up to your face in shock, balling your hand into a fist, but he caught your wrist in the air, squeezing it tight. You gasped in pain, whimpering. 

“What are you gonna do now?” He asked, wiping the blood from his nose.

“Let me go,” you said, trying to pull away. “Let me go, or you’ll regret it.”

“Yeah? Why’s that? What are—“

“Hey!”

You turned your heads across the yard to see Edd standing near the kennel door, Ghost standing next to his side. Ghost snarled, looking ready to pounce. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Let her go!” He said, bounding towards you. 

You felt the man let go of your wrist, and heard their footsteps retreating as Edd approached you. You rubbed your wrist, reaching down to run a hand through Ghost’s fur when he got to your side.

“Hey, boy,” you muttered, then turning to Edd. “What are you doing? Why’d you let Ghost out?”

“He was pawing at the door, whining, I heard him all the way from the watchtower. He wouldn’t stop till I let him out. He ran out here, and I followed him. What happened, what did they do to you?”

You shook your head. “It’s alright, I’m fine.”

“Your cheek is red and scratched, and your wrist is already bruising. You’re not fine. Jon is gonna raise hell when he sees it. Not that you couldn’t handle your own, but what were you thinking? Three against one isn’t good odds to start throwing punches.”

You groaned, casting your eyes on the ground. Edd sighed, placing his hand on your shoulder. 

“Come on, then. He’s still in his office, and everyone else is in the dining hall. I’ll take you halfway, and keep everyone occupied till you’re ready to come back.”

“But—“

“No buts. Jon would have my head if I didn’t take you to him straight away. You’re going.”

You relented, giving him a grateful nod as he led the way. He left you halfway, as promised. You walked the rest of the way yourself, only hesitating when you found yourself outside of Jon’s office. 

Sighing, you went in. 

He was at his desk, his head down. He shuffled through papers, sorting through everything on his desk. You slowly approached, wringing your hands together. 

“Jon,” you said softly. 

“I’m almost done, love, give me a minute.”

You internally groaned, preparing yourself for the painful conversation you were about to have. You spoke again.

“Jon.”

“What?” He sighed, looking up, only to drop his things at the sight of you. “Y/N?”

He hurriedly stood, pushing his chair back and bounding around his desk to stand in front of you, cupping your jaw in his hands. You grimaced as he turned your head, inspecting your cheek more closely. He was absolutely fuming, practically shaking with rage. 

His voice was eerily calm. “Who?”

“Jon—“ You started, but he cut you off. 

“Y/N…who?”

“I don’t even know their names, you’ll have to ask Edd,” you relented. “It was three men. He stopped them.”

“What happened?”

“The same as usual. They don’t like that I’m here, they don’t like that you’re Lord Commander, and they think I’m making it worse for everyone being with you.”

“That’s not true—“

“I know,” you immediately said, sighing. “I know. And normally, I ignore them, or stay calm till they get bored and eventually leave me alone. But this time, I just got too angry. It wasn’t just me they were insulting, it was you, too.”

Jon seethed as he listened to you talk, moving from your cheek to inspect your wrist. The bruise had settled to a garish green.

“He threatened me, and I swung. I don’t know why I did it, but he went down. Obviously, he didn’t take very kindly to being hit by a girl, as you can see.”

“You don’t hit a woman,” Jon said, cradling your face in his palms, gently wiping away the dry blood on your cheek. “I’ll find them. I’ll find them, and they’ll wish they’d never laid eyes on you. The noose is too good for them.”

You leaned your forehead against his, trying to calm him down. 

“I’m alright, Jon. I’m alright. That’s enough, for now.”

He took a deep breath as he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You ran a comforting hand over his, drawing circles with your thumb over the back of it. 

“You can’t fight my battles for me, darling. You can’t get yourself hurt because of me.”

You shook your head, almost grinning. “Why not? You do it for me.”

“You’re too pretty for scars,” he mused, caressing your cheeks.

“So are you,” you agreed, tracing your finger across the one that had faded to a thin white line, just over his brow. “And yet you fight for me. It’s only fair that I do the same for you.”

Jon sighed, looking down at you with soft and loving eyes. “So, what did he look like?”

“What?” You asked, shaking your head in confusion.

“The other guy. What did he look like?” 

“Worse,” you grinned proudly. “Much worse. I think I broke his nose. And his jaw is sure to be hurting for the next few days.”

Jon smiled, holding you by the waist and pulling you into him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, breathing you in. 

“That’s my girl.”

—

A/N - Hi! Sorry that this is on the shorter side, I hope you still like it. I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think!

[justanoasisimagines]

Game of Thrones Masterlist

Benjen Stark; ❀Love (Love Letter)

Davos Seaworth; ❀Blurb #1

Eddard "Ned" Stark; ❀Being Ned's Second Wife (Headcanon)

Edmure Tully; ❀To my love (Love Letter)

Jaime Lannister; ❀Fluff Alphabet

Jon Snow; ❀Reunited (Drabble) ❀Being married to Jon (Headcanon)

Jorah Mormont; ❀Dearest Y/N (Love Letter) ❀Eyes forced Open (Fic)

Koner; ❀Fluff Alphabet

Robb Stark; ❀The things Robb brings you (Headcanon)

Samwell Tarly; ❀Having children (Headcanon) ❀Blurb 1 ❀Reading to your children on Christmas Eve (Headcanon)

Sandor Clegane; ❀Possessive (Headcanons) ❀Lazy Days with Sandor (Headcanon)

Theon Greyjoy; ❀When he's injured (Headcanon)

Tormund Giantsbane; ❀Being married to (Headcanon)

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Protected • R.S

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hi!! Can I request a angst/fluff with robb stark & the prompt: I’m going to protect you. Thank you so much :))) — anon

Summary: The aftermath of Ned Stark’s death

Warnings: canon character death sprinkled with a wee bit of canon divergence?, grieving, reader wears a dress and is referred to as wife (no pronouns used)

Word Count: 769 (i'm so sorry for the short length lmao)

A.N: first time writing Robb! i actually really like this ngl, hope you enjoy!

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“That boy is going to ruin his sword.” Lady Catelyn mutters from beside you, her eyes trained on her eldest son on the edge of the tree line. Her hands fidget with the end of her braid.

Your own eyes gaze out to see your betrothed, hacking away at a tree stump, his grunts echoing throughout the silent camp.

News of Ned Stark’s horrid death spread through the camp quickly only hours prior, and the men had hid in their tents to mourn the Lord of Winterfell. It was a gloomy day, appropriately reflecting the mood of the solemn North. The clouds were heavy and grey, the air still smelling of the earlier rain.

Sighing, you watch Robb hit anything within arms reach. His moves are erratic, it's obvious even from this distance. Your teeth tease your bottom lip uneasily.

“I should go to him…” Lady Catelyn sighs, her lips tilted down into a frown.

Your hand rests on her shoulder, stopping the older woman from moving. “My Lady, you just lost your husband…go grieve. I will talk to Robb.”

Lady Catelyn nods, her eyes vacant as she turns towards her own tent. You watch her leave, making sure she gets to her destination safely before trudging through the mud to your betrothed.

The mud clings to your nice shoes, and at this point you don’t bother hiking your skirts up to avoid the filth below you. Your eyes stay trained on Robb, his forceful movement never ceasing.

A few feet away from him, you hear his grunts of anguish and frustration, his tunic dotted with sweat. You let his take one more swing at the rotting stump before you cough to gain his attention.

“Robb, I think that is enough…”

Robb freezes before slowly turning to face you. His auburn curls untamed and his blue eyes burning brighter with rage. You’ve never seen him like this at all, not when he first heard his father was taken prisoner in King’s Landing, nor when he discovered that someone had sent assassins to kill Bran. Your eyes widen at the state of your betrothed, fidgeting in place. He pants heavily as he looks at you.

“I’ll kill them! I swear to every god out there, I will kill the Lannisters for what they have done!” Robb seethes, his face red with anger. “It is only what those murderous pricks deserve.”

He flings his sword down, taking deep ragged breaths. You don’t flinch at his uncharacteristic anger, instead you inch closer to your betrothed.

All at once, as if the adrenaline drains out of him, Robb falls to his knees, his blue eyes trained on the mud beneath your feet as they glimmer with tears.

You drop down with him, taking his head in your hands, leaning your forehead against your lover’s.

“Oh darling…” You whisper, watching the grief take over his features. Your heart breaks seeing him so vulnerable.

“My father is dead,” He sobs, tears finally spilling down his cheeks. “They have to pay for what they have done.”

“They will, Robb, they will suffer for their cruelty towards the North," You tell him softly, lifting your head to place a delicate kiss on his forehead.

Robb glances up as well, his tears subsiding. “And I will protect you, my dearest. No Lannister will ever harm you,” There is a quick burst of fire behind those usually cool eyes. “they would not dare.”

“Robb—“ Your fingertips brush over his stubble.

“They have taken my sisters hostage and they have killed my father, but they will not take my wife from me.”

Heat creeps up your neck at his passionate words. You and Robb had not yet been wed but hearing his call you his wife causes you to shiver.

“I swear it to you, my love,” Robb continues, taking your hands in his rough hands, squeezing them tightly between your two closely crouched bodies. “They will not touch you.”

“I believe you, darling, I do.” You reply lightly, squeezing back, attempting to convey how much trust and love you’re filled with for him.

The sky seems to lighten, clouds parting ever so slightly to let the sun peek through enough to shine down on your camp. The moist air of the Riverlands clings onto your skin as the few rays of sun beats down on your exposed skin making your position unbearable.

Wordlessly, you and Robb rise, chins up despite the situation that just occurred. Your hands hold onto his arm as the two of you, side by side, walk back into the center of camp, ready for war.

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[love-fictional-ppl]

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Masterlist

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= exactly what it says

[House Stark of Winterfell]

[Cregan Stark||Lord of Winterfell]

[Ned Stark||Lord of Winterfell]

[Robb Stark||King in the North||The Young Wolf]

[Jon Snow||King in the North||Lord Commander||The White Wolf]

[Blurbs]

#Wildling!reader

[Brandon Stark||The Three-eyed Raven]

[Arya Stark]

[Sansa Stark||Queen in the North]

[House Lannister of Casterly Rock]

[Jaime Lannister||Kingslayer]

[Cersei Lannister||Queen of the 7 Kingdoms]

[Tyrion Lannister||Hand of the King]

[Blurbs]

#Tyrion x Dornish!fem!reader(16+)

[Joffrey Baratheon||King of the 7 Kingdoms]

[House Baratheon of Storm’s End]

[Gendry Baratheon||Lord of Storm’s End]

[Stannis Baratheon||Lord of Storm’s End]

[Renly Baratheon||Lord of Storm’s End]

[House Targaryen of Dragonstone & King’s landing]

[Rhaenyra Targaryen||The Cruel]

[Daemon Targaryen||The Rogue Prince]

[Rhaenys Targaryen||The Queen Who Never Was]

[Aemond Targaryen||Aemond One-Eye]

[Aegon Targaryen ii||The Usurper]

[Helaena Targaryen||The Dreamer]

[Daenerys Targaryen||The Mother of Dragons]

[House Velaryon of Driftmark]

[Corlys Velaryon||The Sea Snake]

[Laenor Velaryon]

[Laena Velaryon]

[Extra Characters]

[Criston Cole]

[Alicent Hightower||Queen Dowager]

[Harwin Strong||Breakbones]

[Margaery Tyrell]

[Sandor Clegane||The Hound]

[Oberyn Martell||The Red Vipor]

[talesof-old]

📍 westeros, known world

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robb stark

fics blurbs n drabbles

a queen’s desire - robb and you want kids 🤍

dry hands - robb notices something about your hands

bran stark

fics blurbs n drabbles

sweet mornings - keeping warm on a cold morning

heat - you’d think bran would be used to the cold by now

silence - being back at winterfell is harder than you thought

brienne of tarth

fics blurbs n drabbles

command me, my love - you and brienne switch roles for the night

take my hand - first time with brienne (post long night)

rhaenyra targaryen

fics blurbs n drabbles

coming soon…

[dipperscavern]

i have such a bad headache rn & i just want robb stark to take care of me :(

[captainelliecomb]

I'd love to hear more about 10 or 12!

Endless Works in Progress

For now, #10, which is the hockey and ice dancer aus.

I've made several different starts at a Cutting Edge au for @tall-wolf-of-tarth and still haven't managed to complete one. The current hockey player Brienne and ice dancer Jaime version is the closest I've come yet.

Occasionally I write little blurbs when I'm starting a story, and I have one for this: Brienne Tarth looks like a goon and handles the puck like a god.

Jaime Lannister looks like a god and acts like a monster.

After one hard hit too many, Brienne faces forced retirement or the very real threat of death. Her father wants her to come home and coach the Tarth Evenstars, the family minor league team, but it feels too much like coming home with her tail tucked between her legs.

Jaime loses his sister, his lover, his skating partner, and his hand in one horrible, drunken night.

Brienne can't bring herself to risk her life on the ice. No one wants to pair with a one-handed figure skater.

Enter Syrio Forel (or another character, perhaps) who has a new idea: gender-bending, accessible ice dancing. Gender nonconforming hockey player + one-handed figure skater = chemistry that sets the ice on fire.

Excerpt:

"Call the fucking penalty!" Greatjohn bellowed. Slammed his fists against the boards in front of the bench.

The ref skated over. Tall, thin, weasel-faced. One of the Freys. All of the refs were Freys. That was the problem playing in the Riverlands.

Earlier in the season, they'd been fine. Called penalties for the Direwolves but for the opposing team, too.

Not that night. The Lions opened rough. Nothing called. Rougher in the second. Still nothing. Every single member of the Direwolves starting defence had been in the box at least once. The Hound had been in twice already.

Was headed that way a third time until he ended up face to face with his brother.

The Mountain was a monster of a man. Even Sandor looked surprisingly small next to him. Three times, Sandor held him off. Took a hit, stayed on his skates. Slammed into the boards, bounced straight back into his brother. Knocked flat into the ice, scrambled to his knees then his feet.

Three times, Sandor protected Robb Stark.

The fourth time, the Mountain drove him head first into the corner of the boards. His head went down. His body twisted. His legs jerked up.

He collapsed in the corner, a heap of a man, muscle and rage stilled, and did not get up.

[targaryenvodka]

request information

18+ only please!

i write anything from fluff to smut, angst to comfort. dead dove/dark concepts are welcomed as well

i write for house of the dragon and game of thrones

characters i write for . . .

house of the dragon: rhaenyra targaryen, aegon ii targaryen, helaena targaryen, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, alicent hightower (that’s all currently, i’m likely to add more eventually)

game of thrones: jon snow, sansa stark, robb stark, sandor clegane, theon greyjoy, daenerys targaryen, petyr baelish, margaery tyrell (that’s all currently, i’m likely to add more eventually)

please be specific with what your request is! the better i understand what you want, the easier it is for me to get to writing :)

it’s also worth noting that there will be times where i don’t have motivation to write a specific request. that doesn’t mean it won’t be done, it just might take a bit of time

headcanons (4 character limit) - open

3-15 bullet points

reactions (4 character limit) - open

1-2 paragraphs

blurbs (2 character limit) - open

2-5 paragraphs

i post about very triggering topics. while i do make sure to tag them, if it isn’t something you’re comfortable with, please feel free block me! thank you for reading this all <3

[daenysx]

CINNAMON GIRL SLEEPOVER | what fun is there in life if you're not daydreaming? (finished)

we'll be welcoming fall season together and get the dreams floating when we need a break from reality <3

characters included

aemond targaryen

aegon ii targaryen

robb stark

james potter

remus lupin

sirius black

poly!wolfstar

poly!marauders

here's how it works, angels;

♡ you can give me a character with a simple scenario and i'll make a moodboard for them

♡ you can tell me how you imagine the character in the modern setting and i'll write a little concept for what you give me

♡ you can send me a time (like 12.00 am) with a character and i'll write a drabble

♡ if you have any requests for fics, you can give me a character and the scenario, i'll write a blurb

♡ you can give me a song lyric, a book rec, a movie you like, or anything you relate to a character and we can talk about that

♡ if you have anything fall themed in your mind (like a request for a drabble or moodboard for fall specifically) you can send it with a character and i'll make it

these are not strict rules of course, just simple suggestions for us to talk more

- when you send me an ask about what you think, i'll reply it by telling you my opinion, so it'll be like an exchange of answers

your asks can be sfw or nsfw, you can send as many asks as you'd like (just send them separately please)

- i don't know how long the sleepover will last but i make sure answering everything before i finish, so please don't hesitate if you want to send something. i will let you know before we end it.

thank you for being here with me ♡