ship: jon x robb

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“While the wicked stand confounded call me with thy Saints surrounded”

game of thrones au - the boondock saints 

Fraternal twins Robb and Jon set out to rid Kings Landing of the evil men operating there while being tracked down by agents of the KL ‘Goldcloaks’ and the elite task force known as ‘The Watch’.

Make Her A Stark~Part 1 - Robb Stark x Reader

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!!!

PART 2 PART 3


Originally posted by winterfellskingdom

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.

So many AU’s in my head. What if Robb survived the Red Wedding and was present during the battle of the bastards (and how that would have even happened with him around) Maybe I’ll end up writing a little something about that.

You know, I never shipped Jon/Robb until I read a fic where they knew they were cousins, then I was like Ohhh, it works so well. But JonxSam is also so sweet, and JonxGrenn that was a favorite of mine. Well that’s me at 4 am thinking about slash.

PS. Give redheaded Robb or give me death! Also damn he got beefy

Make Her A Stark~Part 2 - Rob Stark x Reader

Thank you for the amazing feedback guys!! So I think I am going to make this a 3 part imagine instead of a 2 part and if you guys like it maybe a mini series!? I am not too sure about this part so please, please let me know!! sorry if it is not as good as part 1 

PART 1  PART 3


Originally posted by winterfellskingdom

“Rob!” He could hear his mother shouting over his sword clashing with the target over and over. After the third shout, he finally stopped, 

“What?” He snapped. All his mind could focus on was how you were lying so sick with goodness knows what and he hadn’t even been able to show how he really felt. 

“What in the seven hells are you doing?” She asked calmly but firmly, 

“She’s sick. So incredibly sick.” His mother knew this. It was why she wanted to talk to her this morning - to ask her to return home for a few months to get well again. Se was too late but with Robb’s words, she understood everything her poor boy was going through. 

“You like her,” Catelyn smirked. When Robb was young, he was adamant that he would never love a silly girl - he was such a typical young boy. Of course, as he grew older his rule became less appealing and girls became more so. But still, his mother would never forget that little boy who wanted nothing more than to be strong like his father. 

In turn, he never believed he would fall so fast. He had believed for such a long time that his freedom would end in an arranged marriage with no love. Never did he think he would find someone he loved truly. “I do not doubt that she would be a wonderful wife,”

“And why do I sense you do not approve?”

“I do my son, but as you said she is sick. If her fever overcomes her…” He did not let her finish, 

“Don’t you dare.” Robb almost growled, gripping his sword tighter. 

In 7 weeks he had fallen in love and never again could he imagine his life without your rosy cheeks blushing when you spoke to him, or your calming voice on late night walks. How you would admire him when you thought he could not see. Each little action gave him hope that you returned his feelings. Of course he would show off a little to you (as noticed by Jon and Arya a few times - much to his torment) but never had his heart felt so full than when he was gazing upon you - whether it be across the yard or at dinner, imagining how you would look beside him, leading with him instead of being so far away.

“Robb, the nurses believe it is severe hypothermia. There is almost no coming back from that.” Robb remained silent, seething with anger, “Her breathing is shallow already, it is down to her to last the night.” 

Robb fell to a stool nearby in defeat rubbing his eye with his palm and dropping his sword, “She is my dream. She makes me who I am, and holding her hand in mine was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, she can’t go, even if she told me to move on I wouldn’t be able to, believe me, but I can’t live in a world where she isn’t a part of my life and I’m scared that if I move on she won’t be anymore.”


Robb snuck up to your room that night. A young nurse had been left with you to dab a warm washcloth across your pale forehead. 

“Leave us”

“My lord, I cannot. The lady hasn’t been conscious for hours,”  Robb’s heart broke a little, “I must stay with her…”

“I shall take over.” His sternness made her follow his order reluctantly, handing him the washcloth and curtseying as she left. He looked over at you, your chest barely moving with only small breaths and your head thrashed a little every so often in your unconscious state. 

Moving to your side he ignored the small stool and sat beside you, taking your hand in his and running his thumb over the back of your freezing hand. He noticed that you still had his furs around you as well as many others, but his were still there wrapped tightly around your weak frame. 

He knew it was wrong, he didn’t have your permission, but you needed to be warm so carefully, he removed the covers from around you and lied beside you, moving you against him slowly and placing the covers around the both of you. He once again took your hand and, even in your unconscious state, you seemed to squeeze lightly. He didn’t know if he was imagining it but he prayed to the gods that he didn’t. He smiled to himself, 

“I know I shouldn’t but I miss you.” He began speaking, he didn’t know if you could hear him - probably not but maybe, “I miss your voice, I miss your laugh, I miss your smile and your hugs. I miss our old conversations. I miss you so much and I hate how I cannot help you. Please don’t let go. I know it is selfish of me, my (y/n) - It is selfish to call you mine and to want you to return to me but I need you, my (y/n). There’s just something about you I’m scared to lose, because I know I won’t find it in anyone else.” You moved into his warmth your head touching his shoulder and making his heart swell, “I know you don’t think you have a family. Not a caring family, but you do! You have us and I will be damned if that gets taken from you because gods do I want to make you a Stark but you have to pull through.” A tear nearly left his eye but he wouldn’t allow it. 

His hand came up to brush through your hair that had been let out of its plaits and as he did so he heard you mumble and slur his name a little. He knew he hadn’t imagined it that time - you were coming back to him. Robb allowed his hopes to rocket as he pressed a kiss to your forehead as you mumbled again, “Shh, my love, keep your energy. I’ve got you now.”

“Don’t leave me.” Those three words were enough to let that small tear slip, falling into your hair, 

“Never, my darling. Never.” 


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Hello, just a quick question. I’m looking for a beta reader, not for corrections but to receive feedback and create discussion. So just reviewing over a chapter and we go over what I may edit or keep and perhaps somewhat develop ideas. I have plots of course and I can think on my own but outside perspective is always great. If anyone is willing that would be wonderdul! (I already have a lovely beta, who just offered, but I am looking for two so there is a more diverse outlook.)