#oc: robb snow

[gardens-of-babylonn]

jumping into the Stark's have fangs propaganda — all of Isabelle (oc) and Jon's kids have teething issues and it's because of said fangs. so if they're not chewing off their parents fingers they're chewing on something, and it gets to a point where Jon just makes something safe for them to chew on because he ain't risking having his fingers chewed off anymore lmao...

[hxjiime-art]

God is this anything

Also sorry this looks like ass i havent drawn anything in months

[polysucks]

baby Jon baby robb playing with evn babbier Sansa before they were all caught up in the politics of bastardism. and (this is very important) they are all bumbling around because they are wrapped up in an absurd amount of furs

im extremely aware of the fact that i do not know how to draw children and they always end up looking like teenagers. featuring smol arya

"mom said to take me with you"

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[xxnymeriatargaryenxx]

sitting on cregan’s lap while he is chugging ale with his men and noticing his cheeks turning rosy and his pupils are more glossy 😩🤭😝💋 he keeps whispering in your ear and readjusting you on his lap 🦋🦋🦋🦋

[feyhunter78]

Description: During your Uncle Robert's Royal Procession, you find yourself enraptured with Ned Starks' bastard son. While Jon has never dreamed so vividly until your arrival. A thread seems to exist between you and him, pulling you together. Luckily for you both, your father Tyrion sees the need for a sworn sword in his beloved daughter's life.

Ch 2

You should know better, truly you should, but you’ve always had a weakness for pitiful-looking creatures, or at least that’s what your father has always said. He stands a pace ahead of you, watching as your uncle, the King Robert, embraces Lord Ned Stark with a boyish joy you have never seen in your uncle. Your Aunt Cersei stands to the side of them, smiling politely at the Lady Catelyn Stark, Joffery all but hanging from her skirts, demanding attention. Usually, you would scowl at the back of the boy’s head, but the sight of Ned Stark’s bastard son has you quite distracted.

He is pitiful, even his name, Jon, it’s so common, so often used it cannot differentiate him from others. He stands stiffly, with gray eyes so dark they almost seem black set beneath thick brows. He has curly dark hair that frames his face, an unchanging frown upon his face, and his hands clasp and unclasp nervously as he watches the mingling of your two families. Jon’s dressed like all the other Starks, but somehow lesser, as if he has chosen only the drabbest of colors in an effort to blend into the dreary landscape. There’s a solemn softness to him that intrigues you. What secrets does he keep? Why does he look so mired in grief? He notices your gaze, and his face tints pink as he ducks his head further into the fur collar of his cloak. You bite back a laugh, for a moment he looked like a turtle.

The boy beside him, Robb, stands an inch or so taller with cornflower blue eyes, and auburn hair. The clear son of Lady Catelyn radiates confidence, nearly bordering on arrogance, as he surveys the servants unloading your family’s belongings from the wheelhouses. Beside him stands a boy whose arrogance you wouldn’t mistake for confidence, even if you were less astute than you are. But the arrogance rings false, you can see the cracks in his bravado, the insecurity leaking from every pore. It’s in the way he hovers so close to Robb, as if he fears to be away from him would be his undoing. This one you know inside and out; your father had drilled you on everyone you were going to meet before you even stepped foot outside King’s Landing.

Theon Greyjoy, last surviving son of Balon Greyjoy, a war prisoner disguised as a ward, the closest companion to Robb Stark, both accepted and held at a distance, Lord Stark’s sword an ever-looming threat should his father ever revolt once more. Theon has eyes like the sea and tousled hair the color reminiscent of the mahogany desk in your father’s study. He is lankier than the other two, hungrier, and when your eyes meet his, he winks. You resist the urge to wrinkle your nose in response, you were a lady, a Lannister, you were not so easily swayed. Theon is handsome, but if your father’s reports were true, he spent much of his time in brothels. The tactics that worked there would not work on you.

“And this is my eldest daughter, Sansa.” Lord Stark says, motioning to a girl that was perhaps two or so years younger than you. She is beautiful, with fiery red hair, eyes like Robb’s, and high, graceful cheekbones. She curtsies with the air of a Southern lady, and smiles when you do the same. This is who you are meant to befriend, and it does not seem it will be too difficult, Sansa’s eyes eagerly drink in every aspect of your being, as if she wishes to glen all she can of Southern life before it is ripped away from her.

“She is as beautiful as her mother.” Your father says, giving her then Lady Catelyn a smile.

They both thank him, Lady Catelyn beaming at the praise, while you notice Sansa’s cheeks flush with color. She is easily flattered; you must remember that.

“Allow me to introduce my own daughter, Y/N Lannister.” Your father introduces you, putting emphasis on your surname, the very fact that you have one. You are not a bastard, no matter what awful Joffrey likes to say. Your mother and father had married in secret, she died giving birth to you, it was tragic and left your father quite saddened, but you were not a bastard.

Your eyes dart back to Jon taking him in subtlety. You wish to see him blush again, but you will not make your actions so easily observed.

“It is too cold, why must we stand here all day?” Joffrey whines, crossing his arms over his chest and stomping his foot resoundingly.

Your aunt fusses over him, and Lord Stark leads you all inside, talking jovially with your uncle as you hurry to catch up with your father.

It is loud in the Great Hall of Winterfell, made of gray stone and smelling of smoke, meat, and a hint of dog, which you must assume is from the Direwolves. It is well lit and filled with people, all enjoying the bountiful feast set before them on long wooden tables. You’re seated away from your father, something you despise. He is closer to your Uncle Jaime, nearer to the King and Lord Stark, while you have been seated with the other children. It has only been you and your father for so very long, a part of you feels anxious to be separated from him, but you are a Lannister, if you cannot charm the strangers around you then can you truly call yourself such?

“Will you tell me more of King’s Landing, Lady y/n?” Sansa asks, looking enraptured by the mere thought of it. She is dressed in a gown of blue silk, her fur lined cloak on the back of her chair, her hair done up in a style you’re quite familiar with. She is very beautiful, and you spot many men staring at her, one of them being Theon who is seated at the lower tables. You catch his eye and smile knowingly. In response, he scowls and ducks his head.

You must mention this observation to your father.

You smile and return your attention to Sansa, regaling her with tales of festivals and feasts, of tourneys and services in the Great Sept. Her siblings either listen as well or turn their attention elsewhere, which you don’t mind. They are not who you are here to befriend.

Sansa sighs dreamily and turns her gaze to Joffrey, who is seated next to his mother further up the table and is staring down at his food as if it has offended him. “And what of Joffrey? Surely you must be close?”

Your cousin, and closest companion, Myrcella snorts into her drink, and you shoot her a look. Myrcella was meant to be sitting next to Joffrey but had convinced someone to switch with her so that she could be next to you.

“Joffrey is a…spirited boy, he has many…passions.” You say carefully, running your finger along the rim of your glass.

Your father suspects Robert will wish to wed Sansa and Joffrey. It’s a strategic match, but your cousin is a horrible bully, you have marks hidden beneath your sleeves to prove your words, and you do not wish to see innocent Sansa suffer in such a way. True, you have not spent much time with her, but she has been warm and welcoming, her innocence shining through like the sun on a spring day.

“Does he enjoy tourneys? I have heard the King was quite the warrior, he and father fought together.” Sansa continues, resting her chin in her hand.

You smooth out the nonexistent wrinkles in your skirts. “Joffrey has not competed in any tourneys quite yet, Lady Sansa, he is too young.”

“He is three and ten, is he not? Most squire by one and ten, why has he not been sent to one of your bannermen like his uncle?” Robb says, taking a long drink from his glass.

“My mother does not wish for him to get injured; he is heir to the throne, after all.” Myrcella chimes in, saving you from coming up with another excuse for why Joffrey has not been allowed to leave King’s Landing.

Sansa nods and gazes longingly at Joffrey once more. “That seems most wise, what a dutiful mother Queen Cersei is.”

“Where is your mother, Lady y/n? I did not see anyone else arrive.” Bran, one of the younger Starks asks, his round innocent face not dulling the sting of his words at all.

Myrcella takes your hand under the tables and squeezes it. She has been privy to the nights of crying, of mourning the mother you would never know.

“Bran, that is not polite.” Sansa hisses.

You shake your head, a soft smile on your face. “My mother died giving birth to me, but I am told she held me in her arms before the Stranger came for her, that she named me and spoke of how dearly she loved me.”

Bran makes a soft noise of apology, and the conversation lulls, until finally you have finished your meal and are free to retire to your chambers.

You wave off any offer to escort you, telling them all you wish to admire the architecture of Winterfell in solitude.

It’s not wholly a lie, though you cannot say you ever wish to be alone , you enjoy the company of others, are invigorated by it, but tonight feels different. Perhaps it is the mention of your mother, or the false face Joffrey is putting on for the Starks and their bannermen, the sound of his laughter ringing about the hall. You wander the halls of Winterfell with a faint knowledge of where the guest chambers lie, when you find yourself approaching the training yard. The night is quiet, snow falling gently, the brisk air seizes your lungs, purifying them with an icy chill.

You are not alone, the thud of blunt metal upon wood, the sounds of exertion, the turn of boots in snow covered dirt. You slowly move towards the sound, knowing your father will scold you later for such carelessness. There are countless people here, and you cannot be assured they all wish you well.

Jon Snow, the ever so distracting bastard, stands in the middle of the yard, training alone, the moonlight shining down on him, making his pale skin glisten. You rest your hand on the stone archway, one foot on the dirt, the other still firmly planted on the stone. You should leave him alone, you know it, but you’re mesmerized by the sight, the tension in his muscles, the expanse of his back, the strength in his arms. He is a little older than you, six and ten to your five and ten, both old enough to be married, yet both remaining unbetrothed.

There had been offers for your hand, even though you were the imp’s child, and many wondered if you would sire broken children, if you would pass on your father’s curse. But for the gold that backed your name many were willing to risk it. You didn’t like your suitors, they were too brash, too lewd, too old, or simply just not right.

Jon stops and lifts his tunic to wipe the sweat from his brow. His stomach is toned, his skin mostly smooth, though there are some faded scars.

Yes, they were simply not right, they did not look like that.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and you avert your eyes. What were you, a child? A lovesick maid? You have spent no more than mere minutes in his presence, and already you are lusting after him like some silk street whore? It must be the chill that is muddling your mind, yes, the chill. Not the kindness that you saw within him as he played with Arya and Bran in the courtyard earlier in the day. Or the way he stood stiff lipped while Joffrey threw barbed insults at him as he passed him in the hall, or the stack of novels you had overheard the maester say were to be set aside for him. Merely the chill. The chill and the flights of fancy all young girls are prone to.

With that in mind, you wait until he has returned his tunic to its rightful place and step fully into the snow.

He turns on his heel, weapon at the ready. He is perceptive, you note, good reflexes, excellent hearing, fine form, carved from marble, glowing like a god in the moonlight.

Gods y/n, pull yourself together.

“My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.” You say, wrapping your cloak tighter around you. It is thin, far too thin to wear in the chill of night.

Jon lowers his sword. “Lady Lannister, why are you not inside at the feast? Are you lost?”

“Yes.” You lie, batting your eyelashes at him, crafting your expression into one of helplessness. “I wished to return to my chamber, but I lost my way.”

Jon stows his sword and retrieves his cloak from a nearby rack. “I will escort you, if you do not take offense?”

You tilt your head in faux confusion. “Why would I take offense?”

He shuffles his feet and busies himself with his cloak. “You are a lady of a great house, and I am…” He lets the unspoken words hang in the air, and you have the grace to act surprised.

“Oh, yes, right, you are a Snow.” You say, taking a step towards him and extending your hand, waiting to set it on his arm. “Well, I care not if you are a Stark or a Snow, I am sure you are more than capable of escorting me to the guest chambers of your home.”

He ducks his head, that delightful blush returning to his cheeks, and he holds out his arm for you.

You take it gratefully, allowing him to guide you back towards the way you came. The wind blows through the yard as you walk and cuts straight through your thin cloak, a shiver shooting down your spine.

Before you can blink, Jon has draped his cloak over you, clasping it shut with a surprising boldness. “It is far too cold for such a thin cloak; you must remember to wear your furs if you find yourself wandering out here once more.”

You look up at him through your lashes, your heart skipping a beat at the proximity between you and him, the depth of his dark eyes. “And if I were to wander out here again…might I be able to count on you to escort me? I must confess I find the halls of Winterfell quite confusing.”

He lingers for a moment, drinking you in, his head nodding almost imperceptibly, then he wrenches himself away, his gaze set forward. “Anyone in Winterfell would be more than able to escort you, My Lady.”

You nod, feeling the sting of rejection. It’s no matter, this is only the first night, there’s still plenty of time.

Yes I used a Hozier line bc it's perfect for the vibe of this fic

[rainedravens]

the devil couldn't reach me so he made me attatched to bran stark in a world of jon & robb lovers 💔💔💔

the devil couldn't reach me so he made me love sansa & arya & dany in a world determined to pit my queens against each other 💔💔💔

the devil couldn't reach me so he got me addicted to a show with a terrible ending and eventually terrible writing 💔💔💔

[houseofthedragonn]

how would a stark man handle a pregnant!wife that’s anemic? esp with the cold weather making it hard

stark men my beloveds… and i’m anemic lol so i think BODY HEAT OKAY:

I think they all would be worried sick and send for the best Maesters from the Citadel to treat your illness, for your sake and for the babe’s

Jon may even enlist help from Free Folk healers, and Robb from Free Cities like Volantis

Cregan, Jon, and Robb would want to warm you up as much as possible, doing any and everything in their power to keep you from growing too cold in the North

Keeping giant hearths blazing in every room of Winterfell castle at all times, especially in your shared chambers

They all put in extra time going out hunting more than they usually do to bring you more wolf’s fur pelts to keep you warm underneath layers and layers of blankets

And a plentiful bounty of red meat every day and night as Maesters said it was best in aiding your affliction

But body heat would have to be the biggest way in which they keep you warmest, refusing to leave your side, even if they have loads of work waiting for them

Cregan would keep you on his lap at his desk while he works, with his big cloak wrapped tightly around you over your own, his body heat emanating from his chest

“Tell me if you still get too cold and we can retire to our featherbed, beautiful…” He hummed in my ear, his hot lips leaving a trail of warmth on the freezing flesh of my neck as he pulls me impossibly closer towards him

Jon would have the Free Folk make you your own clothes like theirs to wear inside Winterfell, if it was good enough for Wildlings north of the Wall, he figured it was better than your fur lined dresses, and he was right

“I’d ask if you’re cold, but you seem plenty bundled up to me, gorgeous,” Snow teased, telling you loved your new clothes, keeping you and the babe both warm as could be

Robb would do the most, and bring his work out into the Godswood, where you could bathe in the hot spring as he watched you while he worked, sat on the mossy stones, polishing Ice as his father did while reading parchment

“As soon as I’m done drowning in this sea of letters, I’ll gladly join you, my love… actually, damn these lords, my work can wait, I’ll join you now,” Stark smiled a wolfish grin, always putting you first before his work, even if to a fault, but he was a young lord in love after all

[blxkstar]

POV: You're in Game of Thrones

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"I'm not going to stop the wheel, I'm going to break the wheel"

Winter is coming. We know what’s coming with it

[ajy006]

Pliss, I need more fanfic about GOT/HOTD where the reader isn't Targaryen or from any big houses. I know it's easier to write Targaryen reader, but almost all of them have the same plot and y/n. 😔

Please tell me I'm not the only one who hates it.🙏

[silver-inked-quill]

Lost in the North

Ch. 1 Lions in the snow

Summary: Robb's twin sister has widowed a few months after her marriage to a young lord in the North. Since there was no heir she returned to her birth-home.

Pairing: Jamie Lannister x reader, Theon Greyjoy x reader (it is yet to be decided)

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: General Game of Thrones warnings🙄

“Y/N!” my mother exclaimed- her voice toned with pure panic as she was preparing the castle for the arrival of King Robert Baratheon, friend of my father’s but still the King of the seven realms along with the house Lannister.

“Yes mother?” I responded loud enough as I moved to the main dining room.

“Please do see that Arya is properly dressed- and aid Sansa with her own dress.” She spoke and I looked at her. “Oh and please tell the boys to shave- be presentable as well.” Her gaze rather apologetic, she never really enjoyed burdening me with the matters of our household ever since my return from White Harbor- Barely married to young Lord Manderley who passed before we have been together for a moon. No heir- No nothing just the first born daughter of House Stark in a foreign land with no heir. My father claimed me back and cancelled our wedding. I loved my husband but the 7 gods had different plans for my future and his.

I paced down the balcony, my eyes searching for my brothers, they were by the targets. My twin Rob, always followed by Jon Snow-my father’s bastard- and by Theon Greyjoy, my father’s ward. Bran huffed, another missed arrow, I noticed a galore of them stuck everywhere but the target. Jon kneeled and tried to tutor him and I smiled. Arya rose out of nowhere grabbed the bow and pulled the string releasing an arrow straight at the target’s center. I saw Arya chime and the boys make gentle fun of Bran as my father came and stood by me.

“Fine little beast your daughter has become.” I commented as he stood by me leaned in the railing, I could see the pride flair up his eyes as he looked down at his boys- no at his children. “Reminds of another fine beast that used to run around my feet with her braids and play with bows and arrows instead of dolls.” He commented and I chuckled looking at him “At least one of your daughters turned out to be a proper lady.” I said still smiling as I stared back at the targets. “You turned out to be a proper lady… and you can stab an arrow within an arrow too.” My father spoke, his voice gentle like he snow falling upon our roof. “How do you know I can do that?” I laughed and asked, I felt eight again and he would tell me stories and convince me and my twin that they were true.

“I can see it in your eyes- they shine when you see something you enjoy and you exceed at.” He said, his voice poetic- too poetic. “Oddly specific thing the glint of my eyes told you…” I laughed at him, it was a rare thing for me the years passed. “We were exchanging ravens with Lord Manderley, concerned how your stay at the White Harbor was- he mentioned that you were quiet the archer… Why don’t you show your siblings off?” My father asked me, his smile apparent- one only his family could see.

“You want me to boast? Father are you feeling alright?” I asked him laughing. “Yes- However, love, it doesn’t hurt to boast on boasters.” He commented and pointed at my siblings and then kissed my forehead as climbed down with a swift motion snatching the bow from Arya.

“Didn’t know you could handle a bow sister?”  Robb looked stunned as he saw me take an arrow from Bran’s quiver.

“You do not know many things Robb.” I turned at him gently pressing him and Jon to take a step back. They stared at each other for a moment.

“In the Iron Islands, it is common for women to fight.” Theon commented and opened the way. “I was surprised to see in the North there aren’t such habit.” He said.

“We honor tradition here” I said and pulled the string. “But women here are allowed to have hobbies…” I smiled and as I breathed out I let the arrow go, It flew to the one Arya shot at the target making it tear in half.

“Did you see that?! she is better than all of you three combined!” Bran exclaimed and hugged my waist looking up at me. “Me too- You will teach me first!” Arya exclaimed crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“No- it is me, I should learn first” Bran huffed pointing at Arya.

“That was impressive Y/N.” Jon spoke and smiled at me.

“It was- alright” Theon spoke and looked at me and then at Robb.

“What happened, feeling overshadowed?” Robb spoke and placed an arm around my shoulders. His voice mocking but no real meaning behind his words.

“Oh- you should feel overshadowed too Robb.” I chuckled and patted his cheek. “However brilliant my archery is- I am here as a bearer of bad news… The lot of you has to shave before the arrival of the King… and even more unfortunately for me- I have to dress you up Arya…” I smiled and looked at her eyes, she really despised them dresses and gowns.

“No… Not happening.” She exclaimed and she attempted to flee but with a spinning motion Robb caught her like. “We do not like it either” Jon smiled and ruffled her hair and I gently took her hand leading her to her room.

~

Not many hours passed. Bran’s voice exclaimed that the King was arriving. I chuckled as Mother was outraged that Bran was climbing again at the wall… Sansa and Robb were already close to my father as my mother guided Bran and I bore Rickon’s hand as he soon left me to go next to my mother. Arya appeared wearing a helmet. I heard Jon’s chuckle from behind… He always stood behind us with Theon.

The kind arrived, the stag and the lion banners stood next to the ones of the direwolf. We bowed as King Robert Baratheon who stood before us. He signed us to rise and we did. “You grew fatter.” Robert commented staring at my father’s grim face. The grim in his gaze was unbearable but his lips tugged nodding “You too your Grace.” He said and after an exclamation of joy he hugged ny father and then my mother.

“you are a handsome future lord.” Robert said and shook my twins hand. “And what is your name?” “Arya, your grace.” His gaze shifted to Sansa “You are a pretty one” he giggled before he ceased his movements standing before me. I swallowed staring at his blanked gaze. I knew what I reminded him of and it made me feel bizarre. My father’s face hardened and the Queen looked at me in despise “You look just-.” He was to say but then Bran got his glare. “And you- you will be a knight! Show me those muscles!” Bran flexed and I smiled my glare lowered to the floor.

~

They all gathered at the main ballroom to have the feast and once the formalities came to an end. I fled the room and went to the cellars first taking a skin of ale, as I stumbled upon the imp. “Lady Stark- or is it Mandreley.” He asked me and I raised my eyebrows. “What are you doing down here lord Lannister?” I asked him and looked down at him. “Same as you I assume- seeking comfort in the warmth of alcohol… However it isn’t suitable for a lady to drink alone now is it- It could be scandalous.” Tyrion Lannister commented. “But then again you are a widow- one in grief can do as they wish.” He added and I simply walked alone up on the wall, there was this small spot- it allowed me to have the greatest view- one painters could never draw and bards could never sing about. I simply sat there and drank from the skin- it tasted horribly but my mind was at peace.

“I love coming up here as well- All the times I would think of my father and the Iron islands I would come here.” Theon came from behind me and leaned in the stone railings I was seated upon.

“My father treated you better than yours.” I told him and drunk down the ale. “But you are rather ungrateful and bitter.” I spoke

“I am bitter because Ned is not my father…” Theon spoke “I do feel affection for this family- I was only ten when I was brought here. You Rob and Jon- you treated me no different than you treated each other- I always loved you a bit more than the other two you know- you showed more compassion which is normal- you are a girl—a woman now. It pained me to see you in tears Y/N… It always has.” Theon spoke and I looked at him with a small smile.

“Are you confessing you have feelings towards me Theon?” I asked with a small laughter hiding behind my voice as I turned to look at him and he didn’t respond he simply grasped the ale and drunk it down.

“I always hoped to be for you- I know I am a lord without a kingdom. I admire you Y/N- your compassion your skill” He smiled and kissed my knuckles gently as he looked at me and left with no other word.

“Ah… scandals of the North I always enjoyed seeing the word and the lady of the late Lord Manderley with the hostage ward of the Iron Islands. I thought North was about honor.” I heard a voice yet unknown to me.

“Sir Jamie Lannister is it…” I turned around “And what would a kings guard wished wandering on our wall.” I made the question towards him.

“Lady Y/N Stark second of her name… And yet you steal kings words just like the first of your name did” The knight responded.  “They say you take after your aunt Y/N, in looks and spirits” He added, his voice smooth and mocking.

“I am alike her in both you have heard correct.” I said and looked at him. “Therefore I bet my twin brother wouldn’t enjoy hearing your manner sir… Just like you do not enjoy insult when it comes to the Queen’s name…” I smiled and looked at him. “It’s a twin thing isn’t it… But then again, some twins are closer than others.”

Jamie Lannister’s face didn’t shift as if it was okay for me to say those things. “Watch your sharp tongue Lady Stark.” He smiled.

“Or- Will you threaten me Jamie Lannister- inside my home, for noticing how much you love your sister.” I smiled and leaned in, I could smell his perfume and sweat.

“You are a bittersweet thing Y/N Stark. I have never fucked another’s twin…” He spoke and I didn’t flinch, I maintained the eye-contact. “Interesting, I bet the Queen would be most delighted to hear of your new discovering appetite.” I said and he stared at me for some good moments. He was handsome- too handsome and my heart was racing as if I was running for my life. Perhaps I was. “Is that a threat, lady?” he asked and I smiled “It is a reaction followed by an action.” I smiled and then stood up making my leave.

Hey there gentle reader , First i would like to thank you for reaching this point and reading my fanfiction. I wish to know your opinion on it as a whole and on a more flaming matter- Jamie Lannister or Theon Greyjoy? I mean i think she has connection with both and quiet some chemistry too but please i need you to enlighten me... Yours, silvermist

[izzy140105]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇

"...𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉..."

tags⋆⁺₊⋆ character/reader by @rise-my-angel from 'Heart of the Great Wolf' and taylor lyric pics by @theinkbleeds

face claim⋆⁺₊⋆ lily-rose depp in the 2024 horror film 'Nosferatu'

song lyrics⋆⁺₊⋆ 'The Prophecy' and 'Cassandra' by taylor swift from 'The Tortured Poets Department'

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[gardens-of-babylonn]

𝑬𝑫𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾⋆⁺₊⋆

𝑳𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑨 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾⋆⁺₊⋆

𝑹𝑶𝑩𝑩 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾⋆⁺₊⋆

𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾⋆⁺₊⋆

𝑬𝑳𝑰𝒁𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾⋆⁺₊⋆

𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑴 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾⋆⁺₊⋆

𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑱𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾⋆⁺₊⋆

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝑱𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝑰𝑺𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬 (𝑜𝑐) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇⋆⁺₊⋆

[snow-blower]

Okay okay, Robb x Healer but he wants to repay her for bandaging his wounds by picking a bouquet of flowers for her. Robb goes to a clearing and finds many very colorful flowers. I'm sure she'll like them, he thinks.

When he returns to her tent, she yells and knocks them out of his hands. "They're poisonous!" she scolds him. Now the healer has to take care of the silly king, and he can't stop the warmth from flowing into his cheeks as the pretty girl delicately touches his wounded hands🥰🥰

I kept this in my asks cuz I wanted to write it as a little oneshot — and I still am!! But I just need you to know how much I love this idea.

Poor Robb knows very fucking little about plants or flowers. What he does know, is little tidbits that Sansa told him. So. He has no idea that the flowers he picked for you are poisonous. He wants to give you something as thanks for helping him earlier plus you deserve to have flowers that are just as pretty as you. He's so certain that you'll like them. They're bright and colourful and perfect — just like you.

Which leads him to be very confused when you knock them out of his hands. Probably has a brief moment thinking he fucked up and picked flowers that had some sort of secret code that meant something like "I hate you" or something.

He's very relieved when you tell him they're poisonous. That — in his opinion, much better than you hating him for picking the wrong flowers.

And whilst yeah, he realises his hands are sore and red and very itchy, but it's okay because you're already grabbing some sort of salve or ointment. And then you're carefully rubbing it onto his palm and he's just gone. Fully melted and watching you with heart eyes because you're so good to him.

[xxnymeriatargaryenxx]

horny thinking about cregan help he would fuck his girl so hard into his feather bed that she’s biting the wolf’s fur blankets when he wants her to be quiet just for him to tell her be as loud as she wants after trying to make her hold it in for fun so everyone in winterfell can now hear her he dgaf

he is definitely into a bit of power play ❤️🔥

I can imagine him teasingly shushing his wife in her ear when she gets loud…. “shhh” 🙈 she is so cute that he can’t help but watch her get flustered.

ofc he gets 100x more turned on 🍆 when she obeys his commands and suppresses her moans just for him 🥰 it really works him up when he can hear her soft breathless pants and watch her cover her mouth with her palm (which he later substitutes with his fingers or lips 😍🥵)

➡️ when they are travelling and staying at another family’s castle or fucking in a tent, he particularly likes for her to get loud because it asserts his dominance (marking his property) 😈 especially because he knows there are other men present right outside. it’s the ultimate act of dominance for everyone to hear how loud your wife is in bed 🦋 he is extremely possessive of what is his.

[lovebaela]

THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH - MASTERLIST

(Bran Stark x Fem!Targaryen OC)

A/N - Not gonna lie yall, I’m more productive with this story on Wattpad 😭😭 I think I might stick with posting on there instead. The chapters I’ve posted here have been slightly changed there too. I’ll put the link of it below.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/367425499?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=lovebaela

“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 .”

⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑵 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Rhaella is the daughter of Mad King Aerys’ younger brother. Before the rebellion of Robert Baratheon, he fled to the Summer Isles, where he fell in love with a woman. He married her and they both consummated their marriage. Rhaella doesn’t know much about her parents, and always struggled with having a true home. One fateful day, her cousin Viserys sent her away to the Starks. Little did he know, that was the start of her journey of self-discovery.

“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 , 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 . 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 .”

⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑲 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Bran is the fourth child of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. All he ever wanted was to become a knight. He always thought one day he would join the kingsguard. That was until the day he found out he was betrothed to Rhaella. He didn’t think much of it, still able to be a warrior…until the day he became broken. All he wants is to find a purpose now in his life.

✮ ₊ Chapters ✧ ᵔ₊ 𓆪

1, 2, 3, 4

Disclaimer: I don’t own asoiaf, any pictures, or gifs that I use in the series🤍

Art by eleneyaart, fredrickruntu

Dividers by @saradika-graphics @saradika

Taglist: @lover-of-books-and-tea

[kingnlionhearts]

do you have any other asoiaf oc's that appear in lionheart? and would you like to tell me about them pwetty plz

I'M SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SOOOOOO LONG im finally in a yappy mood, my spark is coming back 🫶

my main asoiaf ocs are taryn baratheon, alys stark & elia dayne!! funnily elia began as my main oc, but her plot was causing too many issues so LMFAO

taryn is robert & cersei's daughter (making her the rightful heir...). she's betrothed to robb when she's 10 years old. my absolute angel, she's such a sweetheart and becomes more introverted everyday lmao. i think everyone knows all about taryn already.

alys is robb's twin sister! she's super protective of her family and adores her siblings so much. she has a secret history connected to my original house, the ainars (they're around during hotd but married into the starks and the house is basically extinct as of lionheart). as a hint, her direwolf is called rhae! alys & rhae have a disconnected relationship, which makes them both very sad. while alys's siblings are all very in tune with their wolves, but alys is never able to warg. rhae is the real runt of the litter lmao, she's light grey and never grows as big as her siblings — she's just like a big dog, which allows alys to (secretly) keep her in king's landing. at the start, alys was betrothed to athen dayne (the older brother of elia dayne), but he's accused of kinslaying and is sent to the wall so alys is freed from her betrothal. in season one, my plan is for her to be engaged to a youngest baratheon brother oc that i'll make up (a few years younger than renly). robb doesn't know this and agrees to betrothe alys to one of walder frey's sons to guarantee his crossing at the twins. idk if alys and her baratheon will get married since umm he dies breaking her out of king's landing. i'll keep the season two and three shenanigans quiet for now, but in season four, taryn sends alys to essos to find daenerys and negotiate her invasion of westeros. i don't really have anything planned for after alys gets to mereen since i haven't read adwd, but alys will be dany's queen consort when she becomes queen!! they're such sweet girlfriends, i love them so. dany deserves someone who will treat her right. i know alys will have epic beef with jorah.

elia is my jon oc. she's arthur dayne's daughter and grows up in the north with her mother, brother (and eventual step dad and half siblings). elia is betrothed to jon quite young, and she hatesssssss it. elia's mum, nyra martell (doran, oberyn & elia's sister), was at the tower of dawn when lyanna died so she knows jon is a targaryen and planned to put him on the throne with elia at his side. but elia only knows that she is supposed to marry a bastard. elia spends a lot of time at winterfell, since her brother athen is a ward of the starks. athen & jon have beef too but idk exactly why. but basically, elia's mum dies giving birth to her fourth child/second daughter (and second child to her second husband) and her step dad (who is a northern lord or an original house i haven't made up yet) (can you see why i abandoned elia's fic yet lmfao?) dies in the greyjoy rebellion. so his brother becomes castellan until elia's half brother comes of age. but this guy, elia's uncle, isn't happy about basically inheriting four kids. by now athen & alys are betrothed, so he works on finding an engagement for elia. but he decides to marry elia himself instead. so athen helps elia fake her death! he pretends to have killed her so elia runs away to the night's watch pretending to he her brother, while athen takes their siblings to hide away. at the wall, elia is the only one who bests jon in training and he is soooooo pissed off about it. and he's even more pissed when elia becomes a ranger instead of him 😭 they're very much enemies/rivals to lovers of you couldn't tell. i really don't have much worked out for season one and everything before, but in season two elia goes with jon and the halfhand and she's killed by the wildlings BUT she's revived by the children of the forest, and she meets bloodraven!! so while alys has a connection to the fire, elia is connected to the ice. they're the real azor ahai & nissa nissa lmfao. jk jk, we know it's dany. originally watching the show i planned elia all the way up to season 8, but now i ignore all that rubbish so her plot goes up to hardhome so far!! which leads to the most fun part — elia acquires dawn 👀 idk how, but she gets it. her fic is still a trainwreck of a mess, which makes me sad honestly, so if i ever write it i honestly might start it in season two 😭

onto my side ocs!! most of them don't have face claims lol.

first is rhys pryor!! (apparently there is a canon house pryor? i found the name one fantasynamegenerators.com and just stole it) (but in my lionheart rewrite, he's going to be a snow and help taryn overcome the bastardphobia that her septa & cersei drilled into her. rhys is played by hayden christensen!! specifically in virgin territory 🤌 but he has the anakin skywalker scar. he's besties with robb and becomes taryn's personal guard!! rhys is also paired with jeyne westerling (who is one of taryn's ladies in waiting!), and they're super sweet.

then there's lana tyrell. she is margaery's cousin. she and theon also have a thing 👀 she's a little older than taryn and was the last to become taryn'a lady in waiting. taryn thinks they're really close and admires lana a lot, but lana quietly carries some resentment for taryn because taryn is everything lana can never be. lana is super important, especially in act two. she doesn't have a face claim and honestly idk who i imagine her as.

taryn's last two ladies in waiting are erielle lannister and alyssa baratheon — both vaguely second cousins or something to taryn. erielle is played by celina sinden and alyssa is played by anna popplewell. they both return to king's landing with everyone else in season one and i sorta forget about them all the time so they might reappear in season four, idk 😭 but erielle & taryn are sabé & padmé coded so they would switch places as kids and confuse everyone — which becomes very helpful when taryn is 14.

next is taryn's septa..... she doesn't have a name. she is just the septa. oof where to start. basically she's a little emotionally abusive to taryn and gives her religious trauma and forces her to be ultra perfect which leads to her cutting off her friendship with jon (they were really close when taryn visited winterfell as a kid), and gives taryn a lot of insecurity about marriage by making her think that it's inevitable that robb will be unfaithful to taryn in the future because that's what men do (we can also blame robert for that). she isn't physical against taryn, except on a couple of occasions (mainly when she catches taryn kissing a boy, and tells her robb won't marry her if she acts like a whore). i only really developed her after chapter thirteen or something, so there will be flashbacks in the lionheart rewrite.

and taryn's knight 🥺 he also has no name or face claim. but he and taryn have a brief relationship as kids. (taryn is 14 and he's 16? or 17?) he crowns her queen of love and beauty at tommen's name day tourney, and they kiss afterwards in his tent when taryn goes to thank him. and she feels elated but knows it can never happen again, and they don't see each other again for a week or so — and then they end up bumping into each other (literally) all the time until they end up spending time together. taryn asks him to walk around the gardens with her and taryn's ladies follow them, instead of her septa as an escort. taryn kisses his cheek after that day. and they start writing notes to each other and slip them under each other's doors. and taryn uses the secret passages to go see him. they spent time hiding in the kitchens and whispering and sneaking treats in the middle of the night. taryn even dresses as a maid (which is where the taryn/erielle switch comes in) so they can sneak into the city, and that's how taryn connects to the people and starts visiting the orphanages. i think taryn is probably in love with him, but she doesn't realise until it gets out of control. and then taryn's septa finds them!! and she tells cersei and the knight is sent away. taryn finds him the day he leaves to say goodbye, and she overhears him making jokes with his friends. he makes up some lies to boast to his friends that his relationship with taryn was all a bet or something so taryn will hate him so she can move on. but it just makes her sad. and his friends laugh about how close he came to bedding a princess, and taryn is so ashamed, especially because he doesn't try and deflect the jokes and she thinks he never liked her at all. and she never sees him again after that day. (until they reunite in season four and he's married, taryn is grieving, but they're able to become almost friends).

this is soooooo long, but the last ocs are the dead twins.

jacen baratheon is taryn's twin brother. he dies just before joffrey is born. taryn and jacen were very very close. he dies basically of a plague and taryn never gets to go to his funeral! and lyanna snow is jon's twin sister. she was very sick as a baby and she and alys came down with something when they were little, and only alys survived.

this is much longer than i thought it would be oops. but i think that is everyone!! thank you very much for letting me yap 🫶