mine; joffrey baratheon


“i have dreamed of giving up the crown. take ship for the free cities with my horse and my hammer, spend my time warring and whoring, that’s what I was made for. the sellsword king, how the singers would love me. you know what stops me? the thought of joffrey on the throne, with cersei standing behind him whispering in his ear. my son. how could I have made a son like that?”


Gif source:  Joffrey

Imagine being Cersei and Robert’s only true born child and Joffrey being obsessed with you.

——— Request for anon ———

You had been the black sheep of the family for as long as you could remember, to all but your father. It was said quite literally considering your hair was the only to stand out in the sea of blonde that was your other siblings.

And Joffrey, worst of all, teased you for it, always seeking you out, “There’s my favorite black sheep. I trust you haven’t been too useless today.”

You frown in annoyance, but don’t make to move away as he reaches to stroke a finger down your cheek, “I had been being quite productive until you interrupted, brother.”


Sansa Stark and Arianne Martell + parallels
(requested by @dornishmansblade)

Leaving My Heart {Robb Stark}

Originally posted by robbsjon

Based on; Imagine being in love with Robb and being terrified when you find out that Joffrey wants to marry you.
Author; Me (alloftheimaginesblog aka bigblueboxwiththemadmaninside)
Notes; Not extremely good but I was in the mood for writing and someone wanted this as a one shot so here we go.
Word Count; 1086

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Gif source:  Joffrey

Imagine being best known as a great fighter and Joffrey forcing you to fight for him.

——— Request for anon ———

The tournament had brought you to King’s Landing. Your skills as a fighter allowed you to take your place in the competition, but you had only expected to get what rewards you could to then return home with. You’d had no intention of staying longer than the tournament’s term.

But the longer this audience with the King lasted, the more you realized he had no intention of allowing you to return home, “King’s Guard?”

“I bestow upon you a great honor,” King Joffrey smirks, quite proud of himself for nabbing such a renowned fighter for his personal guard. The look he gives you suggest he’s just given you an offer you can’t refuse.

“I do not know if I am qualified,” you try, only to wipe the smirk from his face to be replaced with a cruel sneer.

“Do you think my judgement in fighters incorrect?”

“Of course not!”

“Then, it’s settled. You shall remain in King’s Landing to do your service to your King.”