Request - Reader is one of Ned’s ward’s is secretly in love with Jon but doesn’t know that Robb, Jon and Theon are all fawning over her.
Pairing - Jon Snow X Female Reader
Wordcount - 5.431
Warnings - Normal Game of Thrones type scenarios.
A/N - I could do a part two to this
Ned Stark had always been a very kind and gentle man. On a particularly rough stormy night where the wind was so powerful and people struggled to walk through it, Ned was just returning home from a particularly long travel to a place where the disputes had turned from aggressive confrontation to bloody and gruesome battles, Ned had been instructed by King Robert to dissolve the quarrel and quickly, when he had heard the wails of a baby. Ned suddenly became more alert to his surroundings. As he dismounted his horse, he began to search for the cause for the sound. Ned soon located the sound to find the small baby wrapped very scarcely in a couple of woven blankets. How could anyone leave a baby like this? Ned thought as he scooped the baby into his arms, holding it close to himself in an attempt, to share his warmth. Ned mounted his horse and continued the rest of his short journey home, praying to the old God’s that the baby would survive the cold until he could reach the warmth of the castle. The God’s have blessed this child, Ned thought as he entered his chambers where his wife laid waiting for him, wrapped in warm furs.
“Ned is that another one of your bastard children that you insist on tormenting me with.” Catelyn snapped at her husband as she pushed the furs away from her body, whether it was to inspect the child further or to injure Ned, he couldn’t be quite sure.
“Relax my love, this baby is not mine, I found the baby nearby abandoned in the snow. I couldn’t leave it there to suffer and die. The baby is strong, near death and still made it all the way here.” Ned laid the baby down on the furs, it’s skin with a blue tint. Yet as cold as the baby was, it was still curious looking around the room at the strange people. Catelyn, got out of bed, walking over to the baby, the baby turned out to be a little girl, with bright Y/C/E, Catelyn’s gaze melted at the sight. She had always wanted a girl, there was no doubt that Ned and herself would have more children, yet Catelyn was not going to give up the opportunity to have a little girl sooner.
“She certainly is strong, why don’t we take her in as a ward? Let’s call her Y/N, I’ve always thought it was a beautiful name.” Catelyn, picked up the newly named little girl, holding her tightly to her chest.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea, my love. Y/N it is”
Jon Snow’s army defeated the Boltons, thus retaking Winterfell in the Stark’s name. But you haven’t seen Jon since he left for the Night’s Watch. Will he remember what you said to him as he walked out of Winterfell’s gates? Will he feel the same way when he returned? (Words : 2344)
The last time you saw Jon Snow, he had a frown on his face as he solemnly told you that he was leaving to Castle Black. You could remember your heart aching as his brown eyes held your gaze as he tried to explain why he was going away.
“This is your home, Jon, you just can’t leave like this. You’re needed here,” you begged, tears falling down your face. Jon gave you saddened look, trying desperately to make your understand. But he knew you would understand, you just didn’t want to. You had been one of his closest companions, next to Robb and other Stark children; there was something special about you. which made this all the more difficult for him.
“Y/N, this isn’t my home. I don’t belong here, I’m no Stark.” You shook your head, resting your hands on his shoulders. One hand traveled to his neck, causing him to look up and meet your eyes once more. You stared into his dark eyes, like you’ve done many times before.
There was something between you two, in the way you looked at each other. Your stolen moments were more than the mischievous ones shared between Jon and Arya. Your conversations with him held more heart than your jokes with Sansa. You confided in Jon with your secrets and problems more than Robb. There was an unspoken, untouched affection that lingered in too-long touches and heartfelt stares; but now those little moments would cease. The possibility of love would trail behind Jon as he traveled to the Night’s Watch.
“This isn’t your home?” Your hands held his face now, pulling him closer than ever before. “Jon, Winterfell is just four walls,” your voice was more calm now, “I’m your home.” You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, but Jon seemed to stop breathing all together.
“Y/N, you’re,” he paused, not knowing what to say. You swallowed hard, letting your words rest between you with a heavy weight. “You are my home,” Jon finally said, “but I need to do this. For me. For the realm.” You smiled softly, feeling more tears swell in your eyes.
“And you say you’re not a Stark, always doing things for the greater good,” you let out a bittersweet, short laugh. Jon gave you a sorrowful smile before resting his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, savoring the closeness you shared with Jon in that moment. Your last intimate moment together.
After a while, you pulled your head away from Jon’s. You locked eyes with him again and you were just, so close. His lips were just a tip-toe away. You could feel his breath against your skin and it was just so tempting to close that gap.
“Y/N,” Jon murmured lowly, his northern accent heavier than before. One of his hands cupped your face, his thumb tracing the space beneath your bottom lip. Jon leaned forward slightly, but you backed away. You curled your bottom lip in your mouth and shook your head.
“When you come back home Jon Snow,” you took a tentative step towards him, “when you come back to me.” You leaned over slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled away fully, because if you didn’t, you’d probably wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. “When you come back home,” you repeated and Jon nodded. His hand went to yours, givning it a soft squeeze.
“I will miss you, Y/N,” he whispered, “I will miss you dearly.” Jon turned then, walking off to his room. You watched him go, knowing that in the morning there would be no time for a true goodbye like this. And you were right; Jon Snow left the next morning and you were forced to just wave goodbye, only remembering your true farewell from the night before.
All that followed after his departure came with the shadow of death and horror. The Stark name had been dragged through the dirt, with Ned’s beheading and Robb’s murder. It seemed there was no end in sight with all the killings. It sure didn’t stop when Winterfell had fallen into the control of House Bolton; more specifically, Ramsay Bolton.
The clashing of weapons and the bloody screams of soldiers could be heard through the stone walls of Winterfell. You hid in a small room, trying to avoid the Boltons that were searching for servants to aid in the battle. You had no wish to fight against Sansa’s forces, especially after finding out that Jon was leading them. The beat of your heart accelerated when you thought of seeing him again, if he made it through the battle.
You were concealed in the room, Jon’s old room that had become yours, until your heard a large banging that came from the courtyard. You carefully opened the door, peeking out from beyond the balcony at the giant that had burst through the door. You opened the door a little more and saw him. Jon, standing next to the giant as an arrow flew into it’s eye. You gasped, turning your head to have your eyes land on Ramsay. You swallowed hard as you look back at Jon.
Imagine being the last mermaid left in the Seven Kingdoms. Some people want to see you dead, some want to marry you because of your beauty and some try to use you for your magic. But in the end your legend still goes on…
anon requested: hit me with that against-the-wall, i-almost-lost-you jon snow smut?
notes: smut, smutty, s m u t. i tried to, so enjoy like 1,400 words of smut not counting the cut above. enjoy!!! bc i really did omg
Jon lifted you up off you feet as you appeared before him. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, as he gasped.
You were here, he thought, she’s here.
You laughed as he kissed your cheeks, “I thought you were gone,”
You raise your brow at him, patting his stubbly cheeks. “Jon, I told you I was going home for awhile.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did,” you said as you tiptoed to kiss him passionately on the lips.
“I thought I almost lost you,” he continued as he broke away. He placed your hand on his chest, kissing your inner wrist.
“You overreact sometimes, wolf,” you giggled as you placed you down. You reached up to kiss his jaw, and he kissed your forehead.
He reached down to nibble down at your ear as he whispered, “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” He cocked his head to the side with a subtle wink and you tighten your hand around his own as he walked up the stairs with you to his room.
When he closed the door, you leaned knowingly against the wall, feeling his eyes move to your hands as you untied your coat at the tips. He took in a breathe as the coat was disregarded at the bottom, and walked over to you, his hands on both sides of your neck, “Dirty,” he whispered as you stood before him in a low cut top, showing him generously your chest.
When Jon first started sending Ghost to follow you it had
almost been sweet, the tiny albino puppy growling at anyone who dared approached
you in an unsavoury manner, however this continued until his ears were level
with your shoulders.
You could never get Jon to make the Dire-wolf to leave you
alone, he’d always mumble something about not controlling him all the time,
which meant you had to put up with the giant protector.
“Hello Ghost.” You hummed when you felt the familiar snout
nuzzle into your hand. He made a low whine in response and followed you as you
collected baskets of food and jugs of wine to take to the main hall.
With Ghost leading the way to the Winterfell halls people
scattered to get out of your way. Once you reached the hall you set down your
heavy load, handing wine off to the handmaidens that were waiting for you.
“What took you so bloody long?” One of the cooks asked as
you set down the last basket of food. “Keep that giant beast out of here” She
hissed once she looked up and saw your usual companion.
IMAGINE: Being the younger sister of Robert, Stannis and Renly and meeting Jon Snow in the kitchens during the feast.
[gif is not mine. creds to the owner. part of the poetry series, this time it’s based off lang leav’s ‘someone like you’.]
words: 2.0k +
‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for?…’
She could feel the stares of the people as she walked into the hall, nevertheless she kept walking her chin held up high. (Y/N) knew why they were staring. Of course it was very uncommon for such a highborn lady to not wear dresses, but it was so trivial. She could hear Robert’s voice from the end of the hall, she could practically see Cersei rolling her eyes at her husband’s behaviour.
“Sister!” She looked at her brother at the centre of the table, gesturing for her to hurry along and break her fast with them.
“Brother,” she greeted him when she was close enough. She walked past the Stark and the Baratheon children. She wasn’t older than them by any means, basically the same age as Robb but nonetheless she was royalty.
“Why are you dressed like a man?” Renly spoke, smirking when he saw his sister’s reaction.
“I’m going around Winterfell today to see what there is,” she looked around at the faces. Robert looked on with interest as well as Cersei, Stannis looked indifferent and Renly just looked amused. “As well as around the North.”
“Do you have an escort my lady?” Catelyn spoke from her far left. “We have plenty of escorts to show you around.”
(Y/N)’s gaze turned to Cat, she smiled softly and shook her head. “Thank you, but I already have an escort. A suitable one, one that I chose myself.”
“Who is it?”
“Jon Snow,” she could practically feel the anger radiate from Cat as soon as she said that name. (Y/N) smiled at her, this time with an all knowing smile, without another word she took her seat and sat beside Renly.
“You’re stirring things up sister,” Renly whispered softly.
“I’m not,” she responded. Renly gave her a knowing look. “Okay, maybe I am but I’m not intentionally doing it.”
“How did you even get to meet Jon Snow? How did you get him as the escort?”
“So many questions brother,” (Y/N) twirled her fork and looked at the table below them. She looked for the familiar black hair but knowing better. Of course he wasn’t at the table with them. He was probably alone outside, or maybe he was inside a barn? Or in the kitchens, much like he was last night.
The clanging sounds of pots and pans echoed across the narrow hall where (Y/N) walked, she could see the faint light of the kitchens. A booming laugh echoed across the hall, knowing that it came from her over joyous brother from the feast behind her.
“Your Highness?” A servant stood before, curtsying. “Is something the matter?”
(Y/N) softly smiled, “No.” She pointed to the room where the light was coming from, “Is this the kitchens?”
“Yes my lady,” (Y/N) nodded ending the conversation. The servant curtsied again and hurried off.
(Y/N) walked towards the kitchen, she could hear the conversations that were being held. She heard her name being mentioned, with quiet movements she moved to the alcove just before it.
“I’m telling you Myl, that girl is no Highborn woman, nor a Princess,” a woman with a gruff voice sounded. “The way that she holds herself, she’s more interested in cajoling with the men and knights than being properly trained as a royal. I hear that she’s the black sheep in that family.” (Y/N) could imagine the tittering imbeciles edging in closer trying to catch up on the latest gossip while they make the food.
(Y/N) clenched her fist together, she’s heard this over the years of course. She preferred to be in the company of men as she wanted to fight, not what everyone else seem to think so. She’s heard the whispers, the rumours from servants to noble people alike. But she was never the black sheep of the family. When she said that she would rather fight and train with the soldiers, her brothers had reservations it wasn’t until Jaime Lannister came to her aid and supported her. From then on she’s become one of the fiercest and merciless fighters of Westeros.
“That’s why she’s called the Iron Princess,” another voice joined in. “She has no mercy. No sympathy, she’s more like a Lannister than a Baratheon. She’s a whore too I hear.” There was more that the woman was going to say but she was interrupted when a voice yelled out ‘enough’.
“You mustn’t say things like that,” she’s heard that voice before. Earlier in the day. “She’s different aye, but that does not matter. If she hears you saying things like this then we’ll see if she has mercy or not.” She could hear the sounds of his shoes as he walked around the room. “Even then if rumours are circulated around it won’t be just her who would be spiteful, it will be her brothers and the Lannisters, even my father.”
It was true of course, what he just said. She was loved by her brothers, and she was loved by the Lannisters. Tywin practically raised her when her father died.
“Be careful what you say around here. Now go on, I think it’s the next course you wouldn’t want them to be waiting now do you?” She could hear all of their feet move across the floor, she burrowed herself to the wall when they passed, strangely enough they were all quiet.
“Thank you for that,” (Y/N) said softly as she walked into the kitchens. She saw Jon jump a little bit and held in her laugh. She watched as he turned around almost tripping over his own feet.
“Your Highness,” he bowed.
“I beg your pardon?”
She walked towards him, “I don’t like titles. We’re all the same when we’re buried in the ground,” she shrugged. “Although dead kings garner more respect and admiration than actual living people.”
“I’m sorry for what they said. They hear rumours and they speculate.”
She shrugged, “I’ve heard far worse from far worse people Jon Snow, no worries.” (Y/N) walked along the bench, scrunching her nose up at the various smells and dirtiness of the kitchen. “Some rumours do tend to stem from the truth,” he looked at her, his dark eyes following her every move. She looked at him and smirked, “Some rumours. Not all though.”
Jon cleared his throat, not believing that (Y/N) Baratheon the most sought out person in all of the Seven Kingdoms was here with him, the bastard of Winterfell. “How does one weave out the lies and find the truth?”
She tapped her lip with her finger and thought for a moment. “If they know you well enough, love you or care for you, they know.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here with me?”
(Y/N) stared at him, “I didn’t want to be here with you.”
Jon looked down, she sighed, “I meant that I come to the kitchens sometimes so I can be alone and eat,” she grinned at him. “The company that I have right now is an added bonus. The good kind.”
“But I’m a bastard, the bastard,” Jon emphasized. He knew that he was treated far worse than the usual bastards because he was Ned Stark’s.
“And?” She sat down at one of the stools and gestured for him to do the same. “I don’t care if you’re a bastard, Ned Stark’s or not. I told you, I hate figurative titles.” (Y/N) looked at the plate of pies, took it and passed one to Jon. “Now to lighter topics, what is there to see about the dreary and grey North?”
“I could show you tomorrow, if you’d like.” Jon offered as gratefully took the pie from her.
(Y/N) chewed her pie slowly and stared at Jon, enjoying making him squirm as he waits for her answer. Finally she swallowed the piece and poured herself some wine. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer Jon Snow,” she said before she sipped the wine.
‘There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling, this wonderful sense of optimism…’
“Sister?” Renly gently nudged her with his elbow. She shook herself out of her thoughts and looked at her brother. “You were far away all of a sudden.”
She smiled cordially at him, “Just remembering dear brother, no need to worry.”
Renly huffed, “I wasn’t worried. I just thought you were going insane.”
(Y/N) took another forkful of sausage in her mouth, took her napkin and gently dabbed away the grease. She looked towards the entrance of the hall and saw that Jon appeared. He seemed hesitant to walk towards her but she nodded at him and started walking. (Y/N) stood up, her chair scraping across the floors as she walked down the steps to greet Jon.
“What are you doing here?” Cat looked at Jon, disdain still in her eyes and her voice.
Jon looked at (Y/N) then at Cately, then at the rest of the table. Each pair of eyes now directed at him. “I invited him.” He heard (Y/N)’s voice coming from his right and he smiled at her. “He’s my guest.”
(Y/N) stood next to Jon, linking her arms with him. She looked at his face and smiled, then turned to the table and arched a brow, silently asking if they had any objections.
“A bastar-,” Cately’s words were taken from her mouth as Robert laughed.
“The more the merrier!” He knew that if Catelyn finished her words, his sister’s temper would flare up and as amusing it would be he still liked Catelyn, and it would cause some tension if his sister accidentally hurt her.
“Come Jon,” she led him to sit next to her. “Break your fast then you show me what the North has to offer.” Jon could feel the stares of everyone as he sat down. He smiled meekly at Robb and Arya who were staring at him unflinchingly.
‘…It is something I can always keep close to me -to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine…’
As he prepared the saddles for the horses, Jon felt a presence behind him, he turned around and saw that it was Jaime Lannister, in his golden glory. “I don’t know what you’re doing with (Y/N), but if you harm her in anyway I’ll be forced to kill you in her honour.” Jaime passed the bag that Jon needed. “And it won’t just be my wrath that you have to watch out for.” He nodded towards Tywin who was conversing with Littlefinger and Ned on the other side of the courtyard.
Jon nodded and swallowed the nervousness that he was feeling. He knew that (Y/N) was one of the most beloved people in Westeros and if he certainly did hurt her then nothing could ever save him, not even all of the Gods.
He watched as (Y/N) came out of the castle, still in her outfit from the morning, her dark hair flowing behind her. He spotted the Queen walking beside her and watched as they conversed quietly.
“Be careful (Y/N), the North is harsh and unforgiving.”
“Much like the Lannisters, Cersei, I will be fine.” She hugged her goodsister and bid her farewell. (Y/N) walked towards Jon as he held the two reins, passing one to her. “Are you ready Jon?”
He nodded and waited for her to saddle up, then joined her. Jon looked back at the courtyard, he could feel their stares, waiting for him to mess up but alas he did not. He looked at Cersei, her eyes never leaving his, he nodded at her hoping that he received the message that he will not hurt her and no harm will come to her. She nodded and walked towards her father.
Jon looked at (Y/N) who was now staring at him with curious eyes, “Don’t worry Jon, I’ll make sure I won’t fall off my horse so they won’t kill you.” She gave a hearty laugh one that usually comes from Robert. He gave her a small smile. Sensing the hesitancy and nervousness, she trotted her horse towards him. “I’m too interested in you Jon Snow, to ever let any harm come to you.”
This time he smiled at her genuinely. “Now let’s go, I can’t wait to see the different shades of grey I can find in the North!” He watched as she trotted her horse to the gates. Jon looked back at everyone, this time their stares more warm than before but still cautious.
As he rode alongside (Y/N), her words filling the cold air, he couldn’t help but feel right and complete. Even if he was a bastard, he can damn well show her how much of a man he could be.
‘…No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.’
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Warnings: Pregnancy. Labor. Fluff overload ;) One sex joke With him and the whole Stark clan, This is post White Walker War were all is good and Jon knows his parentage, but still goes by Jon Stark, or I guess goes at last. Things are almost too happy. But fear not no one dies.. Well…..Meh
“Time to get up love.”
You groaned, pushing away the arms that were attempting to shake you awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed. “Jon.. Lemme sleep. Little Mister Stark would not stop kicking last night. I am surprised you couldn’t feel it actually.” You smirked and opened your eyes, hearing his laughter and he carefully turned you around as he echoed your smirk.
“I told you, my love. It will be a she.” You gave him judging eyes and he rolled his own gray ones, “Even our Lady Sisters and Lady Aunt is on my side. As is Tyrion.”
“Well while that may be true, Bran is on my side and he has the sight.” She winked while forcing herself to stand slowly. “Speaking of your Aunt and Sister, when will the royal Queen and the Hand be visiting?”
He smiled, standing up so that he could help you while he continued, “Sansa and Tyrion promised to be here by nightfall, but you know the Queen. She said she would be here a fortnight ago… She will do her best to make it for the labor. And Arya, of course, must guard the Queen being the head of the Queen’s Guard.”
Your nine-months were up and being a Stark, family was essential for all things. Holidays. Name-Days. Weddings. And pregnancies.
As though the stress of almost delivering a child was not enough, the anxiety that holding off the labor until everyone was present was madness. Jon, being around you enough, could tell.
“Fret not, Y/N.” He smiled, pressing his forehead yours and wrapping a robe dress around you for the day and kissed your nose, “They will be here. And now, we must break fast.”
No surprise to the couple, Bran was already down stairs, his plate full as he was working on his sister’s-in-law. Seeing them he stopped and blushed, wheeling towards the two slowly as Jon embraced his brother with a hearty laugh.
Brandon Stark was decreed Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King of the North, so the three of you were practically inseparable.
“How is the Lord Snow this morning, Y/N?” Bran smiled, wheeling towards her and placing his hands on her belly as Jon sat. “He get you any rest?”
“None.” Jon sighed from across the room, “She was kicking all night.”
This caused both you and Bran to laugh and Bran to say a small, “We shall see.” As the three of you began to eat your food.
A grand feast was the result of Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion’s arrive, Jon and the imp drinking away while you, Sansa, and Bran sat across the hall, discussing matters of getting Bran married.
“What about the Mormont girl?” You suggested, “She supposedly has the beauty and wits of the Tyrell’s but the strength of her father’s name.”
“The Queens bastard?” Sansa raised her eyebrows, “She is an adventurous girl. Young though, don’t you think?”
Your sister in law had not left you alone since she arrived, her hand barely leaving your belly.
“Besides. I think our Bran has his eyes on the head of House Reed. Lady Meera, is it not?”
With the words of her name, Bran blushed and brushed it off, “Have you and Jon thought of a name?”
You nodded, “Well since he will not listen to me about the gender, I decided Eddard Robb will have to do.” Bran nodded, a bright grin taking away the blush on your face. Sansa gasped.
“I hate to agree with my Lord brother, I do believe that your babe is a girl.” She winked at you causing both of you to laugh as Jon and Tyrion came towards you guys, handing drinks to Bran and Sansa.
Jon broke the laughter, snaking an arm around your waist to your belly as he looked at Sansa and Tyrion, “When are you and the Hand planning to have children, sister?”
Sansa’s face fell and she set down her goblet, Tyrion taking her hand. “We are waiting.” Silence fell between them as they knew what he meant before Tyrion broke it, winking at the youngest Stark, “We would like to see little Bran wed to the Reed girl first.” Bran blushed as everyone laughed mutter a small no stop as Jon kissed your cheek, then moved to your ear, his beard tickling her cheek.
“Bet it will happen by years end?”
“Please, by months end!” You smirked and he pepper kisses everywhere on your face, causing you to laugh.
A few days had passed and you were still waiting on Dany and Arya. Maesters had demanded you bedridden, fearing labor would come any moment though nothing came for a week. Deciding this and seeing your husbands nerves at an all time high, you had forced him to go on a hunt with Tyrion and Bran, promising that Sansa and a hand maiden be at your side.
“I just want you out lil lord.” You groaned, rubbing sleet off your eyes as you had not gotten proper sleep in several days,(basically since Jon left, your baby had been especially persistent in moving all night) “Stop being so feisty like your father and his family.” You smirked at Sansa who laughed. “Where do you the Queen and her personal guard are?”
“You know Daenerys. “ She smiled sadly, rubbing your belly, “And Arya. Stubborn as mules those two.”
“Aye. That is one way to put it.”
Silence fell as you were both occupied as the baby leapt and kicked about the in your belly causing you to hum in attempt to calm him. When at last he stopped, you sighed and Sansa smiled, but only for a moment when you felt something wet between your legs.
Cursing, you looked at Sansa whose eyes twinkled.
“Do you think-”
“Sansa…” You bit your lip to stop you from swearing again, “Get Ghost. He will get Jon. And get the Hand Maiden… Hurry… Please…”
She ran, laughing gleefully and picking up her skirts hollering, “IT’S TIME! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH IS ON THE WAY!” And within minutes, servants came rushing in, dabbing your forehead with a cloth and offering you food and wine as others spread your legs open. All the while all you could do was scream bloody murder.
“I just want my husband!” You whined, “Gods!” You closed eyes and bit your lip to try to and stop tears from falling out of your eyes.
Then you felt the tickle of a beard on your chin and allowed yourself to cry tears of happiness and the man kissed your cheek and slowly wiped your tears away.
“Hush now love. You need to start pushing.”
“Yes you can.” He grabbed both her hands and brought them to her lips,”You are strong.. You can do this… I believe in you… Ready?”
You nodded opening your eyes to meet his dark grey (brown in show) ones.
AN: So I was learning Dothraki and was going to write all the speech in Dothraki then I realized I’d have to write in the translation as well xD
The Khalasar stopped as they spotted you. You seemed to be
fleeing from someone who was chasing you but at the last second you turned and
cut them down in one smooth movement. When you spotted the Khalasar a little
way away from you it was clear you were starting to panic.
“Bring her to me.” Drogo muttered to one of the men at his
side and they hurried to bring you in front of him. “You fight well.”
So a lot of people have asked me if I have a masterlist so I have decided to make one!
The Flash imagines
Joe embarrasses you and Barry Barry grieving over your death Barry finding out you are a villain ½ Barry finding out you are a villain 2/2 Barry finding out you are a burlesque dancer Being a villain and dating Barry Barry finds out you are a meta human Being a villain and helping Barry find Zoom Having to choose between Barry or Pietro Forming an alliance with Dr Wells Barry over hears you confessing your feelings for him You and Cisco being like partners in crime Barry gets jealous of Earth 2 Barry flirting with you Fighting alongside The Flash and your mask falls off Earth 2 you is friends with Killer Frost and Deathstorm Barry realises his feelings for you after you kiss Earth 2 Barry Using your meta human powers against The Flash which turns Killer Frost on Going to Earth 2 and Killer Frost is shocked to see you Making plans with your boyfriend Wells to take down The Flash Celebrating your birthday with Team Flash Going on a secret date with Zoom Team Flash and Snart babysitting you Snart finding out you are an experiment Team Flash and Snart are worried when you get kidnapped Dating Wells and Barry tells you he’s the reverse flash Telling Wells you know he’s the reverse flash
BBC Merlin imagines
Arthur watching you leave Camelot Taking over Camelot with Morgana Merlin knowing that you wouldn’t leave Camelot without him Merlin waking you up after a night drinking with Gwaine Being Arthur’s cousin and the knights of Camelot flirt with you Dancing with Merlin at a ball Arthur finding out you are a princess and warrior of your kingdom Your brother Arthur teasing Merlin about his crush on you (Part 1) Your brother Arthur teasing Merlin about his crush on you (Part 2) Watching Arthur fall in love with another woman Seeing Merlin and Freya kiss (Part 1) Seeing Merlin and Freya kiss (Part 2)
Harry Potter imagines
Standing up for Hermione when Draco picks on her Draco sees you with another guy after you two broke up Being Fred and George’s triplet and shocking Oliver with how you feel about him James telling you that he isn’t like the other guys George regrets leaving you
Teen Wolf imagines
Liam practising flirting on you Stiles finding out Theo hit Lydia Sheriff Stilinski being happy you and Stiles are back together Liam getting jealous of your ex boyfriend Isaac Lydia seeing you die in her dreams Phoning your sister Allison’s phone because you miss her Stiles wants you by his side at the hospital instead of Malia Telling Scott you’re leaving Beacon Hills Stiles taking taking somewhere for your birthday Stiles asking Derek to come back Derek comes back to kick Theo’s ass Going on your first date with Theo Theo came back to Beacon Hills not only for the park but also for you Having a motherly instinct towards Liam The dread doctors bringing your friends back to life First kiss with Theo Lydia finding out you have a crush on her Malia is jealous of you and Lydia hanging out Having a comeback to all of Liam’s pick up lines Derek blaming himself when you got hurt How the Season 5 trailer should’ve ended Being the first to meet Void Stiles Isaac being your older brother Finding out your friends Stiles and Lydia are together Stiles confessing his love to you Being pack mom and comforting Liam Going to save Lydia from Eichen House The Dread Doctors bringing you back from the dead and you see Stiles You and Derek comforting Liam because you are the pack mom Scott and Stiles realising that their fighting is hurting you Convincing Derek to come to the pack’s graduation This song describe’s yours and Liam’s relationship You and Lydia catch Stiles and Jackson making a bet about you Liam trying to get you to take a break from studying The pack being overprotective when you (a siren) have a date Isaac coming back from France because you need his help Lydia looking for you after she escaped Eichen Stiles hearing your voice after you decide to come back from France to save Lydia Getting captured by the Dread Doctors while saving Lydia Trying to calm Liam down with Scott and Stiles Dating Liam and Scott and your grandmother Araya don’t approve The pack’s reaction to your (Araya’s granddaughter) fighting skills Stiles meeting your sister Max Black You and the pack have to help save Void!Stydia Stiles video chatting you
Disney Descendants imagines
Mal being mean to you and you confront her Evie having a girl crush on you Meeting your brother Ben for the first time and you are a grew up on the Isle of the Lost Jay and Carlos fighting for your attention Being Evie’s best friend and Mad Hatter’s daughter Mal finding out you are Merida’s daughter Game of Thrones imagines Jojen finds out the Lannisters killed your family Daenerys finds out you are the lost Targaryen Being betrothed to Robb Stark but Joffrey wants you to marry him instead Meeting your friend Arya and finding out she is blind Having a fight with Robb about telling everyone you’re together
Being Izzy’s parabati and secretly dating Alec Having your first kiss with Alec Jealous Alec Fighting on a mission with your parabati Izzy Making out with Alec and Jace and Izzy interrupt you Being Clary’s best friend and meeting Simon Alec falling in love with you when he first sees you Telling Malec how frustrated that they’re not together Males taking care of you on a bad mental health day
The Originals imagines
Not being intimidated by Klaus Teasing Klaus and you think you’ve hurt him (Part 1) Teasing Klaus and you think you’ve hurt him (Part 2) Rebekah getting you to turn you’re humanity back on Klaus comforting you after Katherine dies
The Walking Dead imagines
Meeting Carl after you defend yourself
Dean is your date to your sister’s wedding Being Scottish just like Rowena Dancing with Castiel and the Winchesters laugh at you Commenting on Dean and Cas’ “intense staring” Dying in Sam’s arms Having a stand off with Dean Dean being overprotective when you go to a bar Fighting with Dean when you reunite with Team Free Will after a year Meeting Teen! Dean in a police station Finding a way for Teen! Dean to sneak out and go to the dance with you Teen!Dean finding it cute when you blush at his compliments Being a hunter and thinking Dean and Sam are cosplaying as the book characters Seeing the Winchesters a year after you left them Being in a coma and the Winchester’s blame theirselves
Agents of Shield imagines
Getting Ward to admit he still loves Daisy Daisy visiting you in hospital Accidently confessing that you think Lincoln is cute Being happy Fitz is going to dinner with Simmons Being drunk and telling Agent May you think her glare is sexy Going to a bar with Simmons You find out Skye used to be a singer Realizing that Fitz has an obsession with monkeys Turning against S.H.I.E.L.D. after Coulson killed Ward Fitz being in love with you but knows May is protective of you
The Vampire Diaries imagines
Telling Stefan you are leaving Mystic Falls
Choosing Tony’s side over your boyfriend Steve Choosing between your best friends Tony and Steve Saving your best friend Rocket Having a dance off with Peter Quill Helping Bucky with remember his past Teasing Thor about Steve moving Mjolnir Being old friends with the Maximoff Twins Being Tony’s sister and flirting Steve which annoys Tony Tony saying he loves you at yours and Steve’s engagement party Tony letting go of his playboy attitude around you Tony getting flustered when you compliment him Meeting with Natasha for a mission and she flirts with you Your dad Tony being overprotective Tony and Steve stop fighting because you are dying Meeting Spiderman and you fall in love instantly Scott finding out you are Luis’ girlfriend Being Peter’s older sibling and falling for Bucky Kurt and Dave teasing you for your crush on Luis Scott introducing you to Kurt, Dave and Luis Kurt, Dave and Luis comforting you after a bad date Scott trying to get you with Luis Kurt having a crush on you Erik Lensherr hitting on you Kurt carries you upstairs after a heist Luis, Dave and Scott trying to get you and Kurt together Falling asleep on Kurt’s shoulder
Telling Jerome you’re sick of working for Galavan Jerome being confident that you’ll be his even though you reject him
Being recruited to be part of the Suicide Squad Meeting Harley Quinn Going to a party with Harley Being partners in crime with Harley El Diablo seeing you walk down the aisle Teasing Deadshot with your best friend Harley Flirting with Rick Flag Teasing Rick Flag Harley asking you to join the suicide squad Flirting with El Diablo El Diablo having a crush on you Telling Joker that you know he lied about Jason’s death El Diablo getting protective when you get teased El Diablo and Joker likes you El Diablo finding out you’re a maid El Diablo catching you checking him out Being a klutz in front of the Suicide Squad Singing with El Diablo and he catches on fire Captain Boomergang trying to court you Joker making you blush Being El Diablo’s playboy bunny Harley interrupting you and Diablo’s romantic moment El Diablo being protective of you Being Batman’s sister and Harley loves you Taking a bullet for El Diablo Batman catching you and Joker making out El Diablo hearing your name when being tortured Flirting with Harley whenever you see her The Squad’s reaction to you being immortal Long Rick Flag imagine Harley flirting with Female!Cop
Batman V Superman
Lex convincing you to work for him by telling you how important you are (Part 1) Clark finding out you are a villain in Gotham Refusing to help Batman until he mentions your ex Jason Todd Clark putting up with you when you’re on a sugar high Lex convincing you to work for him by telling you how important you are (Part 2) Lex becoming obsessive when he first meets you Lex gets jealous when he sees you dancing with another guy Lex taking you to dinner and you reject his kiss Lex kissing you because you had a great idea for his experiment Sacrificing yourself to save Superman and your sister Wonder Woman sees you die Nursing Lex back to health because an experiment went wrong Being a villain and always flirting with Superman Lex taking you to dinner to relax
Jamie Reyes taking you out to dinner
Laurel Lance asking you out during a mission Snart saving you from your kidnappers Snart finding out you are his half sister Your brother Snart and LOT Team visiting you
Being Zoe’s best friend and Joe’s crush Hilly and Hannah missing you Cosplay video with Capndesdes Joe being angry that you agreed to a date with Caspar Being best friends with Zoe Dan knows you saw the finale of Doctor Who without him Joe misses you after you break up Dan trying to tell you how he feels Dan finding a Sherlock gif on your tumblr Being Phil’s sister and dating Dan Dan finding out you read Phan fanfics Having sexual tension on Trial to Oregon with Joey Markiplier hitting on you during a let’s play
The Maze Runner/Cast imagines
Newt being heartbroken when he sees you with Thomas Thomas saving you from Cranks Minho saves you Thomas telling you he saw Newt as a crank Thomas (Sangster) showing up on your wedding day Your sister Teresa finds out you are dating Thomas First kiss with Thomas Newt thinking you’re dead but he finds you in The Paradise You and Newt had a fight Being worried about Teresa Thomas finding out you survived the Maze Being in the Scorch with the gladers Newt gets jealous of you and Thomas Thomas and Newt fighting over you Minho being jealous when he sees you with another guy Seeing Minho after you got stuck in the maze for the night Newt’s face being the last face you see before the Maze door close Minho beats up Rat Man because he hurt you You and Teresa make a promise to have each other’s backs Thomas letting how he feels about slip infront of your boyfriend Dylan Recognising Thomas when you first see him
Sherlock ruining a murder/mystery tv show for you Sherlock asking you to get his skull back for him Sherlock pranking you Helping your brother Sherlock on a case which annoys Mycroft
Hunger Games imagines
Saving Finnick from the mutts You blame yourself for Prim’s death Finnick feeling numb when you die in his arms Being in love with Finnick and watching him get married
Doctor Who imagines
Stealing the Doctor’s sonic sunglasses Being Human Ten and Rose’s daughter Sassy relationship with the 10th Doctor 11th Doctor gets jealous Not liking Danny Pink because he insults the Doctor Being the Doctor’s date to Amy an Rory’s wedding The 11th Doctor staring at you The 10th Doctor saves you from a boring day at work Clara hearing you tell the Doctor that you love her Clara getting jealous when Rory flirts with you The Doctor walking in on you and Clara kissing
Bumping into Snart and he flirts with you Going undercover at a party Snart saving you when an arrest goes wrong Snart asking you to help him Realizing how Snart feels for you Snart teasing you Snart getting jealous Realizing your feelings for Snart Snart telling you he has to leave town for a while
Being a hybrid in Scott’s pack and your friends Izzy and Clary visit Clark getting jealous of your friendship with Captain America Team Flash find out you’re dating Peter Parker Bucky helping you make Deadpool jealous
The Pack goes to Senior Prom Part 1 The Pack goes to Senior Prom Part 2
Dating Gally includes Dating Alby includes Dating Minho includes Dating Newt includes
IMAGINE…being the granddaughter to Walder Frey and being
chosen as Lady Catelyn’s ward and Robb Stark’s betrothed.
((Just a little something short that came to mind as I try
to get back into the swing of writing for this fandom!))
Word Count: 1,285
You were in the hall when Lady Catelyn was brought in to
speak to your grandfather. You watched her closely. Wondering why the Lady of
Winterfell, the wife to the Hand of the King, and the daughter to your
grandfather’s liege lord was standing there begging
something from the “Late” Walder Frey. You were given your answer just moments
after. You weren’t too surprised. You did your best to remain away from
everyone else at the Twins, meaning you missed out on all the gossip of the
Y/N’s head rested on his chest as she played his fingers. The crackling of the logs soothed the atmosphere. “Why so quiet today?“
Jon didn’t say anything but he didn’t have to. The way he slowly sigh every five minutes while he gazed longingly at the ceiling was a very sign that was something was troubling him. Y/N slowly rested her hand on his cheek, he moved his head slowly towards her. His dark eyes watched her face. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or am I gonna have to kick someone’s ass again?”
He chuckled softly bringing her closer to his chest. He shook his head softly before pressing a light kiss to the temple of her forehead. “You’ve always done that” he finally states causing Y/N to look up at him
“What protect you? I’ll always do that Jon, no matter the person, day, or age.” She whispered, his mind went back to the day he first met Y/N. She was opinionated, aggressive, but friendly, sorta.
“Is Jon about to cry?” Robb teased as a group his Lords laughed along with him, his hand roughly pushing the lanky boy back, his curls fallen over his solemn face. His watched the boy he considered his brother for a moment before turning his head in the opposite direction. “He’s about the cry! What a baby!” He shrieked pointing his finger at Jon.
Robb grunted softly at a small rock was thrown at him, he roughly pressed his hand against his head, aggressively rubbing at the wound that the rock created. “Leave him alone jerk!” A light voice whispered, Robb looked up noticing a girl standing protectively over Jon.
“Who’s gonna stop me, you?” A fire possessed her, she growled softly before tackling the Lord unto the ground, her tiny fist balled up as she punched him wildly in the chest. Her light screams filled the air while Robb’s pleas for help was drowned out.
Jon quickly scrambled to his feet while he yanked the girl back, she fell on top of Jon with a harsh thud. Robb scurried away from the girl, his friends following hastily followed behind him. “Can-can you get off me please?” She heard a muffled voice, she quickly rolled off the bastard before jumping to her feet. “Who-who are you?”
“Y/N L/N!” She held out her hand, that was slightly covered in dirt. Jon smiled softly before clasping his hand in hers. “I’m a warden of Eddard Stark”
“Its nice to meet you” he pressed a lopsided grin against his lips “I’m Jon Snow”
Jon stayed quiet beside at the dinner table afraid to utter a word because of Catelyn’s harsh glare. Y/N gasped softly as the pitcher of wine fell on her body, her dress staining blood red. “I’m so sorry my dear, I didn’t mean-”
“Jon its quit alright” she smiled holding his hand in hers before giving him a reassuring smile.
Catelyn slammed her hand down on the table, her chair pushing against the wooden floor. Her eyes watching over Jon in disgust. “Cat-” Ned warned slowly.
“This abomination, disgusting insignificant bastard. Since the day you’ve entered these walls you’ve been nothing but a nuance that I was burden with-”
“That’s enough!” Y/N hissed her eyes glaring at Catelyn.
“Y/N/N-” Jon warned, he slowly rose to his feet followed by Robb, Theon, and Ned.
“No he may not be your son but who’s fault is that! He may not have your blood coursing though his veins but does that make him any less human! He’s was a child! How can Jon be at fault for the actions of two consenting adults! If you were to die and Ned were to marry another wouldn’t you want the woman to treat your children like her own, catering for them while they lay ill or reassuring them in the dead of night when they are scared! You are a mother first! Start acting like it!” She stated, she stomped away leaving the room quiet.
“You got off lucky last time I messed with Jon I got a rock to the face and endless punches” Robb spoke earning a muffled laughed from everyone but Catelyn who seemed stunned by the outburst of Y/N. Jon quickly moved out of the room, knowing exactly where she’d be.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around her legs as she watched the field below her. “You didn’t have to do that”
Of course I did, she’s treated like you dirt for too long” His arms wrapped slowly around her shoulder bringing her closer. “I will always want to protect, you’re just too innocent”
“Let’s run away together” he blurted out, she turned him with an amused expression on her face.
“The woods!” He proclaimed his hand gesturing to the woods in front of them.
“Jon! I’ve been pampered all my life! How will I survive?” She laughed
“With me, I’ll protect you just as you do me” he whispers capturing her lips before she could object anymore.
Y/N groaned loudly, her hand pressing against her kicking stomach. She stretched out her hands to feel for her husband but he was no longer at her side. With a grunt she got up, slowly moving the cabin. “Ghost, where is Jon and (Y/C/N)” he slowly laid his head down. “Thanks, you’re a big help” she slowly shuffled to the door as she heard the soft chatter of her child.
“Daddy! I don’t think Mommy will be happy when she wakes up” his hand holding the knife slowly before Jon grabbed it out of his hand.
“Why Y/C/N?” He stopped scaling the fish before turning back to his son, a smile written on his features. He was a spitting image of Jon, his dark eyes and his pale skin with the thick curly hair the only thing he possessed was Y/N’s (hair color).
“She’ll miss me and cry all night” he states “I miss mommy” Y/C/N was a mommy’s boy, never wanting to leave her side for anything. Jon would call him “Third Arm” because of how much he rested in her arms. Y/N rested her head on the door frame watching her husband teach their son how to scale a fish. Y/C/N wasn’t paying attention but Jon didn’t care spending these moments with his son really pleased, he wanted Y/C/N’s childhood to be different from his. Giving his son the love that he never got.
She felt Ghost brushed up against her hand, she slowly bent, letting Ghost rest his head on her. Her hand running through his Snow-like fur.
“We sure are lucky, aren’t we Ghost” he barked softly before rushing down to Jon and Y/C/N. Jon looked up towards the door, his eyes washing over his captivating wife.
IMAGINE….being new to town and your first impression of Drogo, “Khal”/President of the local motorcycle club known as the Dothraki.
((I may have….got too into this…I’m not sorry haha))
y/f/s – your favorite soda/pop/they’re called something
different in England aren’t they? Or am I thinking of somewhere else?
y/l/n - your last name
You were filling up the gas tank to your vehicle when the
unmistakable rumble of motorcycles could be heard coming down the street.
Lifting your hand to shade your eyes, you looked left and right and then left
again just in time to see two dozen, if not more, bikes of different makes and
models come speeding around the corner. Your breath caught, your eyes lighting
up with curiosity, when you realized they were coming to the gas station, but your
gaze was on the man in the front of the progression.
He was wearing leather from head to toe. His boots, his
pants, and the sleeveless vest…all leather. He had bracelets on his wrists that
you immediately wanted to know the use/story of. You had always liked long
hair, and his was pulled up into a “man bun.” His legs were long and the
tightness of the leather jeans showered the power in them. He was just…a very
attractive and muscular man.
As the mc progression came to a stop, you quickly averted
your gaze and tried to hide your blush as you finished pumping and put the
nozzle back. You screwed the cap back on and closed the little “hood” to the
gas tank before grabbing your bag from off the passenger seat and heading
inside to pay.
There were two people already in line to pay so you moved to
the back of the small room and grabbed a bottle of y/f/s and a candy bar before
moving toward the cash register.
The girl behind the counter was a teenager, probably about
sixteen, and seemed to find her nails were interesting than the money behind
handed to her. She handled the transaction with the two people in front of you –
an elderly man and a woman in her late thirties or early forties – all the
while loudly, and obnoxiously, popping a piece of chewing gum.
Finally, it was your turn and you stepped up to the counter
handing over a twenty and telling the girl which pump you had used. It wasn’t
until you had finished speaking that you realized she wasn’t paying any
attention. Huffing in annoyance, you turned your head to see what she was
looking at just in time to see the biker man you had been checking out minutes
earlier open the door and step inside under the soft jingle of the bell on top
of the door.
“Hey Drogo,” the teen smirked and popped the gum once more. “We
have those smokes you like,” she pointed out, sounding proud of herself.
Drogo was staring at you, a raised brow of curiosity on his
face, as he replied to the teen with only a fleeting look and a, “Good. I’ll
come in and get some once your brother comes in.”
The girl seemed to deflate some, a scowl pulling onto her
face. “I can sell them to you,”
“You’re seventeen, last time I checked, girl. I’m not
getting anyone in trouble.” The biker chuckled and you felt your stomach
flutter. It was deep and low and so hot.
“And who are you?” he was talking to you now, and you barely managed to find a
“Y/n…my name is Y/n…Y/l/n. I’m new to town.” You tore your
gaze away and once more handed the money to the teen and told her which pump
you had used.
This time she did the transaction and then turned away,
grabbing her cell from off the counter behind her.
“Y/n Y/ln. I’ll have to keep an eye out for you.” Drogo
murmured, stepping closer to you as you went to move for the door.
You nodded, swallowing was difficult, “Alright. You do that.”
And you practically ran for the exit.
His chuckle was the last thing you heard from him.