game of thrones meme: one queen / king [1/1] » robb stark They call him ”the young wolf", they say he rides into battle on the back of a giant direwolf. They say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants. They say he can’t be killed.
Hey so I started watching Game Of Thrones instead of revising and, although I am only on season two (I know almost everyone dies and my heart will break), I have written a 2 part Robb stark imagine and I have begun a Jon Snow imagine. Let me know what you guys think. Sorry if things aren’t accurate I am new to the fandom. This doesn't follow the events of the show. Let me know what you think, please!!!
You shivered profoundly as you clutched at your coat. You had been in Winterfell for only a few weeks on you fathers orders, to be Lady Catelyn’s ward as your father and brothers were too busy to be dealing with your ‘woman’s antics’.
You were not used to the cold and each breath seemed to burn your lungs a little as your skin was constantly covered in goose pimples. You missed the heat and you could never seem to find warmth, even with your new clothes and furs. Winter was coming and you had no idea how you would manage then.
You could feel your own body slowly becoming tired and ill but you had to remain well, you could not embarrass yourself in front of your hosts. You father had been trying to make connections with the Starks for years and, although nothing had been said officially, you had a feeling your father sent you here for another reason other than to get you away. Not wanting to give him any other reason to hate you other than you being his only, unwanted daughter and youngest child.
You were attempting to cross the courtyard to the main hall to see Lady Stark when you could feel yourself swaying a little and almost stumble before a layer of large furs being draped over your shoulders and a strong arm gripping yours firmly.
“Are you okay, milady?” You looked up into Robbs blue eyes wearily,
“Of course my lord,” you lied, “I am needed by your mother so I must take my leave…” You tried to shrug away from his furs and pardon yourself but he wouldn’t let you escape him,
“Lady (y/n), You are becoming ill you need rest,” he pulled his coats further over you,
“And you need your furs, you will freeze”
“I am used to the temperatures,” He smiled kindly at you. That smile could truly thaw you. Despite his eyes being the colour of ice, they were warm and his touch would linger on your body leaving a different kind of warmth like a lasting tingle. You would not be able to deny your attraction to the oldest Stark boy who was just one year older than you. “(y/n),” he addressed you without your title for once, making you listen, “If you do not return to your room and allow me to get a nurse I shall carry you myself. My mother can wait I am sure.” His words of kindness and caring made your heart pang, with a little hope that maybe your silly little crush was reciprocated.
“I shall return after seeing your mother, I promise.” You returned his smile but he frowned.
“No, milady, you shall return now and that is an order.” His still firm grip on your arm moved you around and almost dragged you to your chambers that were considerably large compared to the closest you father had stuffed you in. You sighed at the warmth given off by the fire as Robb guided you to sit by it carefully. As you reached the chair you almost collapsed again from exhaustion only to have Robbs strong arms wrap around you - that in its self, made your head spin even more than it was.
Catching you as delicately as he could he picked you up effortlessly, calling for a guard to fetch a nurse as he carried you to your bed, laying you down on the sheets and raising your head to cradle it. You few weeks here had left him in a daze around you. You were the fairest lady he had ever seen and you care for his younger sisters and your need to help his mother and family so much meant he couldn’t help but admire you.
He and yourself had often taken little walks around Winterfell, more often when you first arrived rather than now but you had only ever really spoken formally, all 'milady’ this and 'milady’ that and that is what annoyed him a little about you, you were so focused on doing well for and proving yourself to your horrible, male-heir-obsessed father that you wouldn’t allow yourself to enjoy anything. He had thoroughly enjoyed being with you and he wanted you to see that but he could never seem to get through to you.
Little did he know that really, you wanted to let him in too. You were just afraid Lady Stark would, at some point, send you back to you family and back to your sheltered life as a disgrace to your brothers. You adored Robb and that was the truth, but formally, you were here for his mother. Informally, your heart would always be here for Robb.
He had been hoping to speak to his mother himself earlier when he had seen you stumbling in a sick state, not thinking twice about throwing his own source of warmth around your shivering body. He knew you were not coping being in the cold as opposed to the heat you were used to. He had watched you for days as you continued along with your life, trying to ignore it and simply stay out of the way.
Seeing you so sick, unable to hold yourself made a part of him hurt. He had so badly wanted to hold you and comfort you and take care of you, he never imagined he would have to see the girl he had fallen for so quickly and hard in such discomfort with such a fever. His feelings had grown quickly like wild fire. The way you were selfless yet could look out for yourself, the way you tied your hair back while focusing, the way you held yourself at formal events and then seeing you afterwards so relaxed.
Your sweats had begun to set in and your (e/c) eyes had fluttered shut just as two nurses rushed in before stopping before him,
“Lord Stark,” they bowed their heads a little,
“Help her, treat her as a Stark.” He ensured, his worry had set in and now he wanted nothing more than you to be awake and well so he could hold you again in a better circumstance. He still cradles your head in his lap when a nurse began to usher him away,
“A lord should never see such a lady indisposed,” she almost spat at him rather rudely but in a mad worry to make her well, he left squeezing her hand one final time before grabbing his sword and heading outside.
He had forgotten to take his furs but you had needed them more than him so they remained around you fragile body as he hacked away at a target with his blade. The way the healer woman had referred to you as 'such a woman’ troubled him. He had demanded she be treated like a stark yet she referred to you as an outsider. Yes, you belonged to another family but if he had just been able to speak with his mother earlier he could have gotten her to discuss a courtship. He would happily make her a Stark over any other woman in the land.
Anonymous asked: Waaah a Lion and a Wolf was fantastic ❤️ Is it too much to ask for a second part? If you don’t mind. PS. I’m not the anon who requested it.
Anonymous asked: I love the Jaime imagine!!!! You definitely have to write a part 2! from the anon who requested
Part 2/3 of “A Lion and a Wolf”. I do not own Jaime, Brienne, Robb, Catelyn or Talisa. They belong to George R.R. Martin.
Warnings: A little bit of fluff, and angst.
Pairings/Characters: Jaime Lannister x fem!Stark reader; mentions of Catelyn and Robb with very brief mentions of Brienne and Talisa.
Jaime stared at the back of your head. Ever since he kissed you at the stream, you’d been avoiding him. You sent guards or your mother with your brother’s messages instead of coming yourself. Of course, Robb didn’t know this and you planned on keeping it that way so, when it was time to move camp, you were forced to ride in front of Jaime, his horse tied to yours. “You will have to speak to me eventually, Lady Y/N,” Jaime said softly only to met with more silence.
In truth, you were thinking. It was completely insane and you knew it. There was no way you could love a Lannister, especially not the Kingslayer and the man that supposedly bed his own twin sister. However, there was absolutely no denying that you felt something for Jaime Lannister and it frightened you. What if your brother should discover how you felt? “Y/N?” your brother’s voice brought you back to reality. “Forgive me, Robb. I am afraid my thoughts are elsewhere,” you automatically replied. You looked around and realized that the bannermen were already setting up camp. “Clearly,” he said with a soft smile, “I asked if you would take our prisoner to his new cell?” You nodded and dismounted.
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) : Playful. Myabe after a while you’d want to get dressed and finish some of the work you never had the chance to because of some unexpected events ;) but he has different plans “Don’t even think about leaving this bed, my Queen”; will shamelessly pick you up and and get you back on the bed then takle you with kisses.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) : The line that goes down your back. When you change your clothes he’d embrace you in a back hug and trace his finger up and down your back. It gets his mouth watering every time.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) : Likes the feeling of cumming inside you. He’d look you in the eyes, arms rested on his elbows as your lips part when you feel him filling you, and the sound of your moan would send him into oblivion.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) : Riding a horse with you in front of him always gets him super hard. All that movement and the closeness of your bodies tightly pressed to eachother and the friction he feels “Careful not to fall milady” that’s what he said, what his dick said was “You keep pushing back that ass on me, yas”.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): Is experienced, no need of explaning it. Knows exactly what he’s doing and does it very well ;)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without sayng. Will probably include a visual): Missionary for him is the most intimate one, because he can have a look at your beautiful face and lift your legs, put them on his shoulders if he wants to, or turn your leg to the side; generally likes it because it can be versatile and bcs of the closeness. + 69 is something he finds very fun and sexy! You have this playful competition in which after a while one of you always gets the other to throw their head back and moan the shit out of themselves.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) : Can be goody in bed, likes playfully slapping you on the ass and even biting it if he’s been eating you out after doggie style.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) : Has hair down there, though one time he saw you shaving and he was curious because of how smooth you were afterwards and he really liked it, so two nights after you found out that “You shaved?” - “Well I wanted to try it as well!”. So now if he’s not too lazy he’ll shave too, but only if he’s not too lazy.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Is romantic with a hint of spiciness! Makes sure you feel like his Queen in and out of the sheets.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) : “I have something far better under my arm” - “Only if you’re good to me ;)” - “now wHEN was I not, woman?”
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) : It’s a game you two like two play: You like being the one on top once in a while, so he let you do what you want to him and you tied him up and straddled him, your flowly nightgown still on you. You were mercilessly teasing him, rubbing your wettness on his hard shaft “Take this dress off or I’ll tear it apart”- “Oh but you can’t my King, you’re still tied up”.
L = Location
(Favourite places to do the do): Right in front of the fireplace, laying naked on fur and blankets, feeling the heat of the dancing fire warm up your bodies, the light illuminating you; skin looking soft, glistening and golden, you were like Gods on Earth.
M = Motivation
(What turns them on, gets them going) : Pleasing his Queen turns him on more than anything. Showering you with love and affection. Being the one to make your hair messy, the one whose body glides on yours, the one to make you arch your back in ecstasy. That’s what get’s him going.
N = NO
(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) : Manipulation and lack of personal opinion and drive. Robb loves people with fire in their hearth, ambitious, loving, not afraid to speak up when they have to. Someone who’s violating all of those values is a person he wants nothing to do with.
O = Oral
(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) : Likes giving as much as he likes receiving. “I want to kiss your lips, but those between your hips” ;) (is cheesy and smug and he knows it!)
P = Pace
(Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) : Depends on the night, one night he’d go slow, he’d kiss you fom head to toe, will move his body slowly on yours, feeling every part of you on his skin; Other nights he’d crash on you like the waves of an angry sea, would bite your neck and shoulders, would leave some red handprints on your hips from gripping.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): If you two manage to sneak out somehow, then hell yes!
R = Risk
(Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) : Your wish is his command. If you want to try something new, he’d be more than happy to help ;)
S = Stamina
(How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Lasts long enough so both of you you’d finish. There’s always room for self improvement.
T = Toy
(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): Hasn’t used any toys before, won’t mind if you want to try some out! (Even on him!)
U = Unfair
(how much they like to tease) : Robb’s all about pleasing! But… he has this guilty pleasure of his and that would be gliding his dick on your slit a few times before going in; it always gets you so impatient because right when you think he’s going to do it and you move your hips up to meet his, he just pulls back!
V = Volume
(How loud they are, what sounds they make) : He’s a moaner, and pretty vocal, but his voice gets lower and deeper when he moans and it you just dig your nails deeper in the skin of his back, because Good Lord, that voice!
W = Wild Card
(Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) : Has very expressive and daring eyes & very often he lookes at you at those fancy dinners in a very very inappropriate way, and you perfectly know what it means.
X = X-Ray
(Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) : You never thought a man’s cock can be actually beautiful, but there lies the naked proof! And he has a really nice butt too, sometimes you slap him lightly on the ass when he walks around naked after sex. “Glad you like what you see then!”
Y = Yearning
(How high is their sex drive?) : He loves having sex, most of all he loves having sex with you, because it’s more than just sex, it’s fun and loving and playful and emotional! So he would have sex with you at almost any time. Though he’d love to cuddle you some more too!
Z = ZZZ
(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) : Sometimes he won’t even go to sleep, he’d wait for you to fall asleep and then he’d finish whatever he had to do. Will glance at you quite oftenly, lips always curving up in a heart melting smile.
(@suzy-the-blogger im going to split these two up… Red Wedding first.)
SPOILER ALERT FOR GAME OF THRONES! TURN BACK IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED! (Also,violence/blood/tears warning)
First of, Medic and Spy read the book, so before the episode even starts, they come to the living room with huge bottles of wine, while everyone else is innocently waiting for the start of the episode. They quietly pour their drinks and clink glasses, when everyone else cheers at the news of Robb and Talisa’s baby, unaware of the shitstorm that’s aboutto hit. Soldier realizes something is wrong first, as they began to play The Rains of Castamere, and quickly announced that ‘They are playing the anthem of the Incesual Backstabbing Lions, minus Tyrion!’ Everyone starts looking worried, and Heavy, who knows that Medic has read the books, gives him a sharp glare. Sniper, Engie and Scout LEAP to their feet when Catelyn slaps Bolton, Scout yelling for Robb to ‘f*cking RUN!’ Then all hell breaks loose as Talisa and the baby are stabbed. Scout goes white and slumps down in his seat in shock,Sniper and Engie are clinging to each other and screaming profanities at the horror, Demoman covers his eye with a ‘Oh bloody f*ckinghell,’ Spy shakes his head and turns away, Pyro isn’t paying attention, and Heavy is glaring full force at Medic who is smiling sheepishly, downing another wine glass. No one pays attention to Soldier, until he comes back into the room with his FUCKING ROCKET LAUNCHER, and goes to aim it at the TV, inhumanly screeching in rage. Spy and Medic grab him and force him outside, before locking the door. They don’t see him for the rest of the episode, but in the distance, they can hear the sound of his cursing and his rocket launcher going off every few seconds.
BLU is very concerned, and watches from their base.
By this time, Grey Wind is killed, and Demoman is done. Screw the humans, but hurt one of the animals in this show, and he’s a fucking mess. He grabs a wine bottle and starts downing it with a ‘Fuck the Lannisters’ before going outside to watch Soldier throw his tantrum. In the end, its none of the deaths that truly impact Heavy, but Catelyn as she begs for her son to flee. He closes his eyes, exhales loudly through the nose, and keeps his eyes shut until the credits are rolling. Spy also turns away at this particular scene, and avoids looking at Scout as Catelyn begs for her first born sons life. Medic fills his cup for him. Scout leaps to his feet when Robb is stabbed, now red in the face and joining Sniper and Engie in their yelling match with the TV. Engie is numbly trying to figure out what the fuck just happened, mumbling under his breath in shock, Sniper is still freaking out about the baby, Scout is in pure rage at Roose Bolton and then Sniper screams ‘GODDAMN’ as Catelyn is murdered. He’s totally a fan of Jon Snow, but Catelyn was one of his top five, and that CRUSHES Sniper. Scout thought Robb was the coolest thing, and is so MAD. As the credits roll, Heavy reaches for the bottle first, Sniper quietly following, then Engie and Scout follows suit with a murderous look in his eyes. Pyro finally looks up from whatever half-charred stuffed animal they was playing with, and sees 6 mercenaries numbly downing large glasses of wine. They never pay attention to Game of Thrones. Meanwhile, outside: Soldier: THOSE GODDAMN, SIBLING SCREWING, LYING LION BASTERDS! BLU Spy: *from the window a couple floors up, concerned team behind him* Oh… You saw the Red Wedding, didn’t you? Demoman: *taking a drink* Aye. Ya watchedittoo? BLU Scout: Well, we did, but we knew it was gonna happen. Soldier:… Whatdo you mean? Heavy: We read books beforehand. Knew deaths were coming. Soldier:… Demoman:… BLU:…. Soldier: *aims rocket launcher at them, screaming in rage* YOU DIDN’T WARN US!!!! Demoman: *quickly grabs him and starts dragging him back to RED base* Soldier, No! Soldier: YOUR ALLIANCED WITH THE TWIN-SCREWING LYIN’ LIONS!
*someone, feel free to animate/draw this… or at least, Soldiers reaction. I really wanna see that*
Yara to Theon:
Look Theon! I made you a friendship bracelet! It means we're BFFs! But you can't ever take it off, cause I'll know. Promise me you'll never take it off.
I promise. I've been meaning to get rid of my old one *yanks off a grey friendship bracelet*
Robb Stark, miles away in his tent, writing a letter, suddenly gasps:
He promised he'd never take it off! *Voice breaking* You're supposed to wear them until they FALL off it's in the rules...*clutches his broken heart*