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YOOOO

LONG TIME NO SEE Y’ALL <3

i’m at rice university right now and cuz of hurricane harvey, not gonna have class until thursday.  PLUS just finished season 7 and i’m in a MEGA got mood and rly want to write!

i have a shitton of requests to work on, and wolf v crow part 2 is my biggest priority right now.  but PLZ send me season 7 themed prompts to write!!

also plz send me specific requests for robb’s ending of wolf v crow cuz i’m pretty clueless on what to write!

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Choosing the Crow

Part One here!

Request: many ppl who wanted a jon ending!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1563

Notes: loveeee that gif of jon.  my fav hairstyle of his, even if it only lasted like 1 ep :’)

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You finished cleaning a plate and handed it over to a kitchen servant.  The Starks had just eaten their dinner, and there were workers crowding the room.  Before you could wash another plate, someone grabbed your shoulder.

“Get out of here, (Y/N).  I appreciate the help, but your duty isn’t in the kitchens.”  It was Rayla, the head of all the kitchen workers.

“Thank you,” you told her.  “Is it sunset yet?”

Rayla nodded.  “Aye.  You best be getting over to the little lady,” 

You wiped your hands on a towel and made your way over to Arya Stark’s bedchambers.  Everyday at sunset, you’d visit her; you would make sure she’d taken her bath, help her get dressed into her nightclothes, and brush her messy hair, among other things.

Once you arrived at the door, you knocked on it four times slowly: your secret code letting her know it was you.  The door opened, and you saw Arya in all her glory.

“Good evening, my lady,” you told her.

She stuck her tongue out at the way you addressed her, but moved aside to let you in anyway.  The brush was already set out on her desk, and she ran over to sit down.

“You seem more excited than usual,” you said.

Arya gave you a little smirk, the same one you saw earlier that day.  “Yup.”

Taking out the tie from her hair and undoing the braids, you smiled at her reflection.  “Can I ask why?”

“I know a secret.”

You ran the brush through her knotted hair, and it got stuck.  You had to put down the brush and run your fingers through the locks of dark brown hair in order to smooth it out.

“What is it?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Arya’s smirk grew.  “If I tell you, then it’s not a secret anymore.”

“You can’t tell me you have a secret and then not tell me!” you scolded her and hit her lightly on the head with the brush you picked up again.

She just laughed and crossed her arms.  “Guess!”

“Is it about me?” you asked.

“Yup.”

“And who else?”

“I said guess, stupid.”

“Hey!”

“Sorry.  Jon.”

The mention of her half-brother made you blush.  Jon.  You’d seen him earlier that day, after practicing your archery with Robb.  Jon and Arya had been eating together and he’d kicked her, but after seeing you he turned shy.  Well, he was shy up until the moment when you started to throw food at each other.

You kept brushing Arya’s hair until you got to the tip of it.  Finally, it was smooth.  Your thoughts about Jon Snow were interrupted by her flicking your hand.

“Did you hear me, (Y/N)?” she asked.

“Sorry,” you replied.  “I was just thinking.”

“About what?” The dirty smirk came back on her face and she turned around in the chair to poke you in your pink cheek.  “Were you thinking about Jon?”

You took her hand and squeezed it before giving her a playful glare.  “No!”

She only laughed at your cheap lie.  She got up from the chair she was sitting in, put her brush away in some drawer that it didn’t even belong in, and shoved you mischievously.

“You and Jon are in love!  Gross!” she yelled.

For a second, you were shocked.  You managed to gather your wits fast enough to shush her, eventually having to clamp your hand over your mouth.

“Arya, what are you talking about?  Jon doesn’t-”

“He likes you!  He told me today at lunch that he thinks you're pretty, he said it!” she almost shouted.

Your cheeks burned even harder.  “He thinks I’m pretty?” you asked.

“I just said that,” she sassed.  “And I saw him and Robb sparring after dinner, and he said something about you again.”

Does he really like me?  Oh gods, is that why he was staring at me today?  you thought.  Before you could think twice, you grabbed a nightgown from Arya’s wardrobe and handed it to her.

“Could you put this on yourself?  I think I’m going to go see him,” you told her.

She didn’t say anything; she only nodded and made kissing sounds at you as you left her room and hurried downstairs to Jon’s.  His chambers were separated from the other Starks’, so you had to run a good distance before stopping at his door.

You knocked on it harshly a few times, and tried to slow down your breath before he opened.  You were still panting softly when the door opened roughly.

“What now, Robb?” he asked as the door opened, then saw you and instantly closed his mouth.

Judging from his lack of shirt, he was obviously changing for the night.  You couldn’t help but look down from his eyes to the rest of his body, seeing the toned cuts of muscle that lined his chest and stomach.  On the right side of his abdomen, a huge purple bruise was starting to form.

His face turned a bright shade of red, and for a moment you were glad you had been running so fast, as your face had already been pink.  Neither of you moved an inch for a second.

“Sorry!” you exclaimed loudly, and covered your eyes with your hands.

“(Y/N)!  Gods, no, I’m sorry, I’m such an idiot.”  With that, the door closed.

It opened again a moment later, and you peeked through your hands to see him pulling a thin shirt over his head.  The bruise on his stomach was visible through the almost sheer fabric.

“Did,” he started, then swallowed thickly to hide his embarrassment.  “Did you need something, (Y/N)?”

You nodded, and looked into the room quickly.  He got the hint and moved aside to let you enter.

You sat down on his bed and wrung your hands together nervously.  He was just as flustered as you were though, and you couldn't help but stare at the poorly covered injury he had.

“Did Robb do that?” you asked without thinking.

He looked at you surprised, then followed your line of sight.  Jon placed a hand on his stomach.  “How do you know?”

“Arya told me you two sparred after dinner.  She told me you said something about me,” you replied.

He sighed softly and rolled his eyes.  “She doesn’t know when to shut up.”

That made you laugh.  “She really doesn’t.”

The sight of you laughing made Jon smile.  “Arya’s too wild for her own good.”

“Why were you fighting?” you asked, interrupting his train of thought.

He stopped smiling and sat down next to you on the bed, leaving a good amount of space in between.  “It was just practice.  And he’s better with a lance than I am, that’s all.”

That still doesn’t tell me why you said my name, you thought.  You placed your hand on his bruise, and he looked up at you with a face that was full of compassion.

“I’m alri-” he started.

“I love you.”

The words came out before you could control them.  The instant you spoke and saw how shocked his face turned, you took back your hand and stood up.  Jon just sat there in awe.

“Sorry.  I shouldn’t have said that,” you admitted, and were about to leave the room when he grabbed your wrist.

When he stands up and meets your mouth in a kiss, you guess that it’s just as impulsive for him as it was for you.  Your eyes are wide open for a few seconds, staring into his closed eyes and flushed cheeks, and then you relax into him.  You tangle your hands into his hair, feeling the coarse locks that are so much like Arya’s.

He’s the one to pull away, and he does quickly.  He lets go of your wrist and the hand that had been on your waist without you even realizing it.

“Why?  Why not Robb?”

You’re confused for a minute, and then it all makes sense.  All their subtle bickering, all the looks exchanged between you three.  “What do you mean?”

“He’s a Stark.  All the other girls look at him.  He’s going to be the Lord of Winterfell one day-”

“And I’ll be his maid.  Not his wife,” you answer.  “I don’t care about Winterfell or how pretty the other girls think he is.  I want you, not him.”

You take your hands out of his hair and wrap them around his hips instead, one of them softly rubbing the spot where he was hurt.  Jon looks down at you, half in shock and half in love.  He puts one of his hands over yours and kisses you again.

When you pull away, you give him a small grin.  “Arya also told me you think I’m pretty.”

Jon laughs softly and shakes his head.  “That girl is going to be the death of me.”

He kisses you again, shyly, and admits that she’s right.  You just laugh and kiss him back, mentally reminding yourself to thank Arya later.

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Good luck for your new school year!! I'm sure you'll do awesome

thank u and I hope so!!! any and all prayers are appreciated :9

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back to school :(

hey guys!  I’m rewriting this message to add an update on it

so i am in my last year of high school and my grades are looking pretty terrible so far, yikes!!  and i haven’t gotten too many chances to write

but i love to have the possibility.  currently i have 2 requests i need to work on, and one should be done by this friday (9/23/16)

plz continue to send in requests!  i would love to receive some new ones so i have something to do when i have no hw!  but of course keep in mind it may not be posted for a while

thx for sticking with me :9

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i got tagged!!

I got tagged by @madamredwrites!  and now i gotta tag 20 more ppl, i am going to pick my most active followers, my fav friends, and some random ppl :9  (also i stopped at 10 cuz 20 is a lot!)

name/nicknames: adrianna/adri, cheeky (i got fatass cheeks), lady stark (my bro bc I'm so obsessed with this show) 

gender: female

height: 5 ft 2 in aka about 1.58 m

hogwarts house: ravenclaw with a dash of slytherin ;)

favorite color(s): purple is fav, but i also love blue and gray

time: 11:06 am

last thing i googled: - “62 in to cm” LMAO but before that “2016 emmy predictions” cuz i wanna see how likely kit is to win <3

fictional character you’d like as a sibling: i just want davos to be my dad (not a stark bc i want to fuck jon or ned...maybe arianne martell cuz i love that house and that woman)

number of blankets i sleep with: one?  the bedsheets and then the comforter but idk if bedsheets count

favorite bands/artists: i pretty much only listen to instrumental music so i gotta say ramin djawadi, hans zimmer, and michael giacchino

dream vacation: TOURING IRELAND!  already visited king’s landing & qarth in croatia, but i want to see winterfell & castle black!

when did i make this blog: late june 2016

how many blogs do i follow: 79 and i only really care about like 10 of them

what do i post about: game of thrones one shots

do you get asks on a regular basis: no but i WISH!!  maybe every other day or so

aesthetics: fog coming out of mouths in the cold, dark nail polish, intertwined hands, kit harington’s face

going to tag: @animelover1145, @icyembers, @prussianredwolf, @sweetpandy, @pastelcoloredpanda, @restlessanawake, @rubyquartzshades, @direwinterfell, @game-of-thrones-wolf, @icharleecongreve

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A Perfect Reunion

Part One here!

Request: anon asked “Part 2 for perfect arrangement: after they’re married & the war breaks out but the reader is captured during one of the battles & taken back home to kings landing where she’s kinda held hostage since she’d rather be with Robb. They have a baby boy who looks a lot like Robb, reminder of him. She hears of plans for the red wedding so she packs up & runs away with their son to go rescue him even though she’s heartbroken to hear about Talisa & Robb who’d presumed his wife dead.  Talisa still gets killed but Robb still has his army so he continues to fight the war and they win eventually. But Robb and the reader grow closer despite his infidelity, and Robb bonds with baby boy (awwwww) and yeah you can end however you like and change anything up if you’d like! Thank you, I love your writing!”

Warnings: reader is held hostage

Word Count: 2119

Notes: i realize that i made the reader’s escape very unrealistic but since i outlined it i knew this fic was going to be long so i tried to condense it.  bear with me D:  hope u still enjoy the story, it was a toughie!

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(Y/N),

I’m sorry this hunt was so sudden.  Bran’s been practicing his archery skills for so long that now he wants to try shooting down deer (no hard feelings if we kill a stag).  I doubt he’ll be able to hit anything, but he has to learn someday.

We’ll be back before nightfall.  Try not to yell anyone’s head off while I’m gone–that Baratheon temper of yours might get your lovely husband into trouble one day.

I love you.

Robb

You sighed deeply and added that note with the others, into your little box of treasures.  In that box you held every memory of Robb you could, from small gifts he gave you to little notes he wrote you.  It had been a year since you had last seen Robb.  Lannister spies at his war camp captured you and took you back to King’s Landing, where you met Tywin Lannister.

Tywin was cold and calculating, but he wasn’t cruel to you.  He gave you a good room to stay in, and sometimes you were even allowed to see your sister in law, Sansa.

Your nostalgic thoughts were interrupted by the cry of a baby.  You got up from your desk and headed toward the small wooden crib at the side of the room, where the seven month old infant slept.  Now he was sitting up on the mattress and slapping the wooden rails with one of his hands while he wailed.

“Shh.  It’s alright, love.” you picked him up into your arms and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.  He’d eaten an hour before, so you knew that wasn’t the problem, and a peek into his clothes told you he hadn’t soiled himself.

His teeth, you thought.  You took him with you as you soaked a cloth into a small tub of cold water one of the handmaidens had given you.  You wrung it out and put it into his mouth, and soon enough he stopped crying.

He looked so much like Robb.  His bright blue eyes looked just like his father’s, but your father’s eyes were a similar shade as well.  His hair was a mixture of yours and Robb’s; not black like yours, but not auburn like Robb’s.  It was a rich dark brown.

But his smile was all Robb.  It was sweet and happy and made his eyes light up just like Robb’s.

Gods, I miss him.

Before you could think anymore about your husband, there was a knock at your door.  It opened and revealed one of House Lannister’s household guards.

“Lady Stark, Lord Tywin has asked for your presence at supper.”

You nodded, kissed your son on his forehead softly, and gently placed him into his crib.  “I’ll be back soon, Ned.”

The guard stepped aside so you could leave of the room, then walked beside you towards the dining hall.  As you made your way, you noticed the stares of a few people passing by.  You usually got a few looks, but this was more than usual.  Then, you heard the whispers.

“…Lord Tywin’s got something planned for the Young Wolf.”

“…The Red Wedding, they’re going to call it.”

“…Aye, at The Twins.  He’s gonna get killed for marrying that bitch from Volantis.”

You felt the blood wash away from your face.  Robb?  Killed?  He’s married another woman?

Stopping in your tracks, you turned to the guard beside you.  “I think I’m leaking, ser.  I have to go back to feed the babe.  I’ll be fast.”

You didn’t give him time to reply before you hurried back to your room, paying attention to what the others were saying around you.  You turned a sudden corner and heard someone dressed all in Lannister red speaking.

“He made a promise to marry a Frey girl, you see.  Thinks his wife is dead.  But then he married some nurse working in his camp and now Walder Frey’s going to have him and his men slaughtered at Edmure Tully’s wedding.”

So he did marry another woman, you thought.  All this time you’ve been away from him, taking care of his son who was the splitting image of him, and he married some other woman.  Does she warm his bed at night like I did?  Does she sing to him like I used to?  Is she carrying his child like I was for so long?

Trying to hold back your tears, you had enough of what the man was saying.  You ran back to your room, quickly packaged only your most important items, grabbed Ned, and sneaked away from the castle in the dead of night.

You rode as hard and as fast as you were capable with an infant in your arms, but by the time you had arrived at the riverlands, the Red Wedding had already occurred.

The sight of the Stark banner flying proudly above the tents of the encampment you found gave you hope, though.  Maybe Robb had somehow made it out alive.  You stopped your horse and gave the baby in your arms a soft kiss on his forehead.

“We’re going to see your daddy now,” you told him.  I hope.

You recognized one of the tents as the main one, the one where Robb slept.  It was still early in the morning, and he might just be waking up.

A woman and baby must have been unsuspicious to the few people who were already awake in the camp, and you wore a hood over your head so no one would recognize you.  You were able to slip into the camp unnoticed and make your way over to Robb’s tent.

The instant the guard left, you got off your horse and took Ned into your arms.  You said a silent prayer in your mind, and walked through the tent.

There he was.

His back was to you, and he was still putting on his armor, but you knew it was him from the thick hair with curls that matched those of the baby in your arms.  He was alone, sighing softly to himself, and all you could do was stand there and watch and already feel yourself about to cry.

Ned would make some sound before you did.  Before that could happen, you spoke.  “Robb.”

The armor in his hands fell to the ground suddenly.  He turned around quickly, and for the first time in a year you made eye contact with your husband.

Time seemed to stop, with both of you standing so far away from each other, alone and quiet.  Gods, you’d missed those eyes, the same ones Ned had.

“(Y/N)?” he said softly, as if you were a ghost.

You smiled brightly and nodded, then took a step forward.  Robb rushed for you the rest of the way, and ran into you with his arms encircling your body just like they used to.  You used one hand to wrap around his neck, while the other held the son you’d created together.

He held you there for a few seconds, then let go only to kiss you hard on the mouth.  You responded just as passionately, gripping his hair as he moved his lips in a way you’d almost forgotten.

When Robb broke away from you, you saw he was crying just like you were.  He turned to see Ned, cupping his face with one of his hands.  The infant smiled at his father and let out little gurgles.

Robb laughed in amazement.  “Is this our boy?” he asked, putting one hand to your stomach, where he had last seen him.

You nodded, then found your voice.  “This is our little Ned.”

Robb looked at you in shock, then smiled that huge brilliant smile you had missed so badly.  He picked up Ned from your arms and kissed his face over and over, making the happy baby giggle and squirm around.

“I thought you were gone, (Y/N).  I thought you were gone for so long and then you came back and you brought our son,” Robb said.

You wrapped your arms around him as he held Ned, running one hand through his hair.  “One of the men you had was a Lannister spy.  He captured me after one of the battles.”

After you said that, Robb stopped his affections toward Ned and looked at you sadly.  “I…”  He looked down at the floor.  “I thought you were gone.  She comforted me.”

Talisa.  “It’s alright, Robb, I heard,” you tried to say.

“I’m so sorry.  I missed you.”

He started to cry, and you took Ned from his arms, laid him down on Robb’s bed, and hugged him again.  You felt yourself start to cry too when Robb’s tears dripped down onto your shoulder while you held him.  Swallowing back any audible sobs, you made soothing sounds while stroking his hair.

“You didn’t know.  It’s okay.”

“They killed her at Edmure’s wedding two days ago,” Robb told you.  He let go of you to look into your eyes again.  “She’s gone.  She never meant as much to me as you did.  I promise, (Y/N), I’ll be a better husband.”

You smiled at him and kissed him again, forgiving him of everything he’d done while you were away.  When you broke the kiss, he left his head leaning on yours.  Before your intimate moment could continue, Ned started to cry.

“We have a lot to catch up on.”

You walked through the halls of Winterfell looking for Robb.  The war had long since ended; it had been over a year since you had reunited with him.  The servants who you passed by bowed in respect.

“Good afternoon, Your Grace,” one of them said.

The North was now its own kingdom, and Robb was King in the North, making you the queen.  Ned was a prince now, and the rest of the northerners were so happy.  Robb’s father’s bones lied in the crypt where they belonged, and all the Stark family was together, except for Jon at the Wall.

“To you as well,” you answered, and then found yourself in front of little Ned’s room.

Giggles were audible even from outside, and when you opened the door you found Ned and Robb laying down on the floor, Robb making faces at his son.  Ned laughed happily while Robb stretched his face and stuck his tongue out.

“Daddy is silly!” 

Robb looked up at you with a guilty smile on his face.  He knows he’s almost late for the council meeting…

“Your daddy is supposed to be at a meeting soon,” you tried to chide, but the sounds of Ned’s laughter and the sight of Robb’s grin made it so hard.

“You may have been a fierce Baratheon once, love, but not even you can be mad at me when you hear our little soldier laugh.”  Robb tickled Ned in the side suddenly, and Ned’s loud laugh made you start laughing too.

“Alright, fine,” you admitted.  “But it’s time for a nap for you, Ned.”

You picked him up and planted kisses all over him before laying him down in the crib.  A doll in the shape of a wolf sat at the side of his pillow, and he grabbed it when you laid him down.

“I’m not tired,” he said, and five minutes later he was asleep.

Arms wrapped around you from behind as you rocked the crib slowly.  Robb pecked your neck with soft kisses while he rubbed your waist, making you giggle and hit his arms to stop.

“Careful, (Y/N).  You’ll wake him up,” Robb whispered in your ear.  All this time with him, and his deep voice still made you melt.

You turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him deeply.  All thoughts of the council meeting flew out of your head as you felt his tongue slip through your mouth to meet with yours.

He broke the kiss, making you pout at him playfully.  “I have to go now, I have a meeting.”

That earned him a light smack on his shoulder, making him laugh.  Robb captured your lips again, and again after that.  You smiled up at him, playing with his hair.

“You’ve made me the happiest man alive,” he told you.  “You and my child.”

You bit your lip and grinned up at him, taking one of his hands and placing it on your stomach.  “You’re about to get a lot happier.”

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Please do a part 2 of wolf vs. crow!!

I am so glad u liked it that much!!! I will try my hardest to write one for each gorgeous stark boy before Monday. Still gotta do pt. 2 of a perfect arrangement! (Which has already been requested but if any of u want me to add something extra I can try ;9)

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Hi! Thank you again for writing my request! I loved Wolf vs. Crow it was so good considering I've never read a proper Robb x Reader x Jon imagine. 😍👌🏽👌🏽 (I would say part 2 pls but I struggle with who to go with lmao) It's perfect! 💘lol

Aw I'm glad u liked it! I rly loved writing it!! And maybe in the future I'll write a part 2 with Jon and a part 2 with Robb :)

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Wolf Versus Crow

Request: anon asked “Jon x Reader x Robb love triangle? They’re both super fluffy around her when they’re alone with her but get all kinda passive aggressive when all they’re all together.”

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1550

Notes: I!!  LOVED!!  WRITING!!  THIS!!  HOLY COWABUNGA!!!!!  also i know jon isn’t at the nights watch yet so he’s not a crow but hey its a cool title

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The arrow sprang from the bow, flew through the air, and landed just centimeters away from the bullseye.

You gaped in awe and clapped at the auburn-haired boy, who bowed in front of you with a cheeky smile.  He placed the bow on the table next to him and then admired his shot.

“Told you I could do it, (Y/N),” Robb said.

“Yeah, yeah,” you replied while rolling your eyes.  “I know.  I was wrong and you’re perfect.  What of it, Stark?”  You stuck out your tongue at him.

Robb smiled at you and took a step closer.  “Believe me, you’re much closer to perfect than I am.”

At that, you shoved his chest so he fell back the step he gained and laughed.  “That was so cheesy!”

He laughed with you and recovered his bow, pulling out another arrow from the quiver filled with them.  Robb looked at you with a grin and once you realized what he meant, you shook your head.

“Ohhhh no.  I am not firing that thing,” you told him.

“I’ll help you,” he offered, and you only laughed and shook your head again.

“I’m a maid, not an archer!” you insisted.  But the excited look on his face made your stomach swirl.  He puffed out his lower lip slightly in a pout, and you finally caved.  “Fine.”

You took the bow and arrow from his hands, and he moved closer to nock the arrow for you.  “You hold it like this,” he started, and took your hand delicately to place it on the nock.  “And then you pull back, and aim.  Spread your legs apart more.”

He put one of his hands on your hips to position you, and you were grateful to be facing away so that he couldn’t see your blush.  He tilted your elbow up with his other arm, and by that point you could feel his breath on your neck.

It was too much.  Without even thinking, you fired, and the arrow flew and somehow managed to lodge itself onto the edge of the target.  Robb stepped back and nodded to himself.

“Well, it looks like you hit the target.  You did that pretty fast,” he said.

“Sorry, you were close,” you replied quickly.  Oh my gods, why did I just say that? you thought immediately after.  Was he going to think you liked him?

Robb’s eyebrows practically flew up and you could’ve sworn you saw a tint of pink of his cheeks.  “Did I make you uncomfortable?  That wasn’t my intent-”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you interrupted.

Both of you stood there in an awkward silence for a few more seconds before he gave you a small smile.  “That really was impressive, though.  My first arrow went straight into the woods.”

You laughed at that, and your laugh made him smile more.  He extended an empty hand, and you gave him back the bow.

“I have a better bow than this in my chambers.  Would you like me to bring it back and show you?” he asked.

“Sure.  This time, I’ll hit even closer to the center than you did,” you teased, and he laughed again before putting away the training bow and leaving to get the other.

You figured it would be a while until he came back, so you left the archery station to walk around the courtyard.  It wasn’t long until another one of the servants from House Stark approached you to tell you that one of the Starks had made a mess of one of the tables in the dining hall, and so you were ushered back to go clean.

You walked back into the castle and towards the hall, and you could hear Arya’s fiesty yells on your way over.  You opened the doors and stepped through to see her and Jon helplessly wiping rags on a wooden table with porridge spilled all over it.

“Arya, what did you do this time?” you asked while you approached to look at the mess.

She turned her attention to you and shouted, “I didn’t do anything!  I thought I felt something hit my leg so I just… bumped into the bowl a little.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at her words.  You looked from her to Jon, who had been staring at you and suddenly turned away.

“Sorry, (Y/N).  I can help you clean it up,” he told you, finally making eye contact.

“It’s alright.  I’ll take that rag, though,” you replied, and he gave you the cloth in his hand.  “Off to your room, little lady.”

But when you turned to see Arya, she had a bold smirk on her face.  She looked up at you, then turned to Jon, then looked back at you.

“Is something wrong?” you asked.

“JON LIK-”

“Back to your room, Arya!”

Whatever she was about to shout out was interrupted by Jon, but she kept the silly smirk on her face, even when another maid took her hand and began to escort her back to her chambers.  You grabbed the almost empty bowl and used the cloth in your hands to scoop up the poured porridge into it.  From the corner of your eye, you saw Jon wiping the floor.

“You really don’t have to do that, Jon.  Arya made the mess, not you,” you told him.

He poked his head up from the ground and gave you a sheepish smile.  “…Something did hit her in the leg.”

It took you a second to process what he was saying, but when you realized it you put down all the items in your hands to gape at him.  “Did you kick her?” you asked playfully.

“It was just a tap,” he answered with his sister’s same goofy smile.

You picked up the spoon, still inside the bowl, and flicked some of the porridge at him.  He managed to dodge just as it hurled toward him, but some of the oats crashed into his hair.  You laughed as he reached into his curls and pulled some out.

“I’ll get you back for that,” he warned, and he flung the whole cloth he had toward you.

You squealed as food hit your apron.  “I thought you said you would help me, traitor!”

He only laughed at you, that beautiful laugh you so rarely heard, and cleaned the rest of the mess up before standing and walking over to you, where you stood helplessly with the food dribbling down your apron.  You took it off, folded it, and placed it on the table with the dirty side up.

You looked at Jon with a grin, now just a foot or so away from you.  You giggled at the sight of him and grabbed the last clean rag.

“You’ve still got some in your hair,” you told him.

He blushed softly at your words, making you laugh again.  You were about to lean up with the rag and wipe his hair clean when you heard the door open.

Robb Stark walked through the large wooden doors into the hall, and stopped when he saw you and Jon together.  You didn’t notice the glare they shot each other when you curtsied.

“We meet again, Lord Robb,” you said.

“Aye, we do.  Couldn’t find that bow,” he admitted, and walked over to sit down at a bench close to you two.

You placed all the dirty items on a tray.  “Yeah, or you’re too afraid to see me beat you at archery.”  You winked at him.

He smiled at you, and was about to reply before Jon did.  “If you’d like to see him beat at archery, (Y/N), I could help.”

You laughed softly at Jon’s words while you cleaned the inside of a cup.  Brotherly rivalry, you thought.

Putting the cup away, you looked to see Robb clenching his jaw ever so slightly.  “Have you got something in your hair?  That’s strange, you love your hair more than Sansa loves hers.”

“That’s my fault,” you admitted.  “I threw some porridge at him.”

Jon nodded.  “She’s got good aim.”

“I helped her with that,” Robb replied.

“Have either of you seen that other spoon?  I swear I just sa-” you started, totally oblivious to the deeper meaning behind what they were passive aggressively bickering over.

“Here,” they both said at the same time.

You looked up to see the head of the spoon in Robb’s hand and the handle of it in Jon’s.  Both of them looked at you intently to see who you would take it from…

…And then you grabbed it from the middle.  “Thank you!”

You added the dirty spoon to the tray and picked it up.  The brothers’ gazes were quickly shifting from each other to you.

“Well, I’m off to the kitchens to clean this.  I’ll see you both tonight for supper!” you called out as you left.

As you walked, you were clueless to the two pairs of eyes on you, or to what lied behind them.

[gotxreader]

Lol just to make it clear, I was the one who sent the Robb x Reader x Jon request & the two endings or whichever messages. The other anon was probably just giving their input lol. I personally don't mind as I'm both a Jon girl & a Robb girl. sorry for the confusion x

Just wrote it and added it to the queue (8/19/16 10am EST). Reader doesn't end up with either of them in the end (spoiler alert lol!) but if ppl like it and request a part 2 with Robb or Jon I will be happy to write it ;)

[gotxreader]

Request: Ramsay is bethrothed to a Summer Isle lady who is her Fathers only Heir and has control of a mighty army butunkownto the Boltons the Princess is worst than Ramsay and Joffrey combined. The father alsokeepit secret out of fear that he won't be able to rid himself of his daughter but when she arrives to winterfell Ramsay thinks she's a weak little bunny and hates her but she falls in love with her "Snow King" and his "cute stupid face" and a couple months after the wedding when Ramsay

(Cont) “continually ignoring his new wife for Miranda he can't seem to find Miranda anywhere one day until he hears faint screams and finds her flayed on his X with his wife drinking wine grinning proudly at her work and feeding her new puppy “Miranda fingers”. Ramsay falls in love at the sight of his wife in blood painted white leathers and falls even deeper when she viciously beats him for cheating on her.P.S. Ramsay gives her Theon when she demands him to cuz she doesn't think he deserve mistreatment”

im rly sorry but i started to try this one today and i just couldn’t.  its a bit too graphic/explicit for me and i feel uncomfortable writing this :(  can anyone else write this anon’s request?

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For the other anon. I am working at a creche for 4 years now. I went to a nursery nurse school for 2years, I have 2 nephews and 1 niece. I am just saying what I've seen and we had no Kid who could talk with 10 months. They could say mum and dad, yes, and sometimes easy words, but not with 6 months. With 1 1/2 to 2 years they can say something like "Mummy, come". Of course some kids are faster. But I never wanted to say, the can't speak at all with 10 months. sorry for the misleading.

its all good!  u and the other anon both seem very experienced.  i will do more research next time :)

[gotxreader]

Hi! thank you for taking on my request!!(the robb x reader x jon one) It doesn't matter who they get with really it's up to you, but the two endings sound so cool too bc I didn't know how it would 'end' so maybe that one. But whichever you find better/easier is fine. THANK YOU again!!! Love you xx

OMG.  THESE ANONS ARE PLAYING ME.  u sent me this message but another anon sent me this: “She ends up with Robb so Jon leaves for the wall”

WHO DO I TRUST o.o   I'm gonna start writing this one today and just see where it takes me!

[gotxreader]

This Is My Idea

Request: @rubyquartzshades asked “Edmure Tully x reader, pls!!! Based on the song "This is my idea" from The Swan Princess. Where the reader is a daughter of a Tully Bannerman. Thank you so much !!! Sincerely, knucklehead mcspazatron”

Warnings: arranged marriage

Word Count: 1311

Notes: ENJOY GOOFY GOOBER <3

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“It’s nice to meet you, little lady,” Hoster Tully said.  “This is my son Edmure.  You two can go run off now, he has some toys he’d like to play with you.”

You didn’t move from behind your fathers arm until he nudged you softly.  You stepped out from behind him, clutching onto the toy horse in your hands, and bowed your head to the Lord of Riverrun and his son.

“Hi Edmure.  I’m (Y/N),” you said.

Your fellow 5-year-old gave you a cheap hand wave.  “Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

“Go on, dear,” your father, Tytos Blackwood, said with a pat on your back.

“My lady,” Edmure said.  He offered you his hand, and you took it with the one that wasn’t holding onto your horse.  Together you made your way towards his room, where a pile of blocks was sitting.

He let go of you to run off to the pile.  You plopped down onto the floor and ignored him as he stacked the blocks on top of each other and in different shapes.

You placed the horse on the ground and bounced it up and down, pretending it was galloping across Blackwood Vale back home.  Gods, you wished you were home and not with some other family with some snooty boy.

Suddenly, you saw something whiz by into the air and knock into your horse, throwing off one of its legs and setting the parts flying.  You shrieked at the sight of the discombobulated horse; it was brown, your favorite one.

Edmure stood above you, another wooden block in his hand.  At the sight of him, you were filled with rage.

“Hey!” you yelled.  “Put Scotty back together!”

“No.” He crossed his arms and looked down at you.  “Toy horses are stupid.  There are horses outside, why would you play with them here?”

“There are castles outside too, stupid,” you replied angrily.

He got closer to you and threw the other block onto the floor.  “I’m not stupid!  You’re stupid!”

You grabbed his arms as if to shove him, but in that moment, the door opened. Both your fathers stood in the doorway, Tytos with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

Hoster looked at you two carefully.  “Are you two getting along?”

“I think (Y/N) was about to hug him, Hoster,” your father said.

At your father’s words, you swallowed your pride and hugged Edmure.  You felt the dislike radiating off him as he awkwardly returned the embrace, and you pinched him on his shoulder.

This was not your idea of fun.

Ten years have passed since your initial meeting with Edmure, but you haven’t seen him in two months.  Your parents and the rest of your family were returning to feast with them tonight, and you groaned inwardly at the thought of having to see him again.

“Father, we hate each other!  We can’t get married!” you pleaded to your father.

The Lord of Raventree Hall was having none of it.  “We are bannermen to House Tully, (Y/N).  By marrying him, you will become the Lady of Riverrun one day.  We have to honor their house.”

“You named three of your children after Tullys, I think you’ve honored them enough!”

Tytos glared at you.  “I have made my decision.  You should be happy you’re getting so much time to grow close to him.  Most people don’t have that luxury.”

“Most people don’t have fathers that are asses like you,” you replied without thinking.

Before your father could release his wrath, a servant arrived to usher you into the main hall of Riverrun, where the main branch of House Tully greeted you.  You saw Hoster, his wife, and his three offspring all standing in a line facing your family.

You curtsied to Edmure, he bowed, and both of you stood there uncomfortably as you offered your hand and he took it to place a kiss on it.  After pulling away, he gave you a sarcastic smile and you glared at him quickly.

Well, that was over with.  You greeted the rest of the Tullys and soon enough, everyone was seated with the food waiting to be served.  You sat across from your betrothed, as expected, while your parents talked.  Your brother Lucas even started to flirt with the younger Tully sister, Lysa.

“Tell that to my son!  Though he’ll be happily married to your daughter soon enough.”

Of course the conversation drifted off to your engagement.  It always did.  You smiled cheaply at Hoster and nodded your head.

“I can’t wait to marry Edmure, my lord,” you said.

Hoster smiled at you and nodded.  “He is looking forward to your wedding as well.  Right, Edmure?”

For a few seconds, he didn’t reply.  Then you sent a sharp kick to his leg underneath the table, and he winced suddenly.  Edmure glared at you quickly before smiling at your father with the same fake grin that you’d smiled at his.

“I am honored to marry a woman of such gentleness and beauty.” He kicked you back.

This was not your idea of fun.

Ten more years passed, but these were spent without frequent visits to the Tullys.  The day of your wedding finally arrived, but it had been years since you’d last seen Edmure.

“(Y/N), are you ready?” someone asked from outside the room.

You smoothed your hands over your wedding dress.  You looked into the mirror one last time, fixed a curl on your head, and sighed to yourself.  This had been planned for the past twenty years; there was no escaping now.

“Yes,” you answered.

You left the room to find no one there.  They were probably waiting for you out in the courtyard, you figured, but it might buy you some more time of solitude if you took the long way around to get there.  You circled around the keep and were about to leave when someone caught your eye.

Edmure.  He was standing there, about to leave through the same door you were going to walk through.  The sight of him there made you stop in your tracks, and he froze as well.

“Is it you?  (Y/N)?” he asked.

You nodded your head, unable to speak for a few seconds.  Well, he’s... grown. “Fancy seeing you here.” 

He chuckled at you.  He still had the same stupid laugh.  “At our wedding?  I tried to escape but I failed.”

You laughed at his dumb joke, but after that, there was a short period of silence.  You looked down at the floor, but you could feel his gaze on your face, then running down to your body.  It made you think of the bedding ceremony that would occur in a few hours.

Before you could embarrass yourself, you cleared your throat loudly.  “We should be going,” you said.

“Oh, right,” he said quickly.  “We should.  Separately, or...?”

You rolled on the balls of your feet awkwardly.  “I mean, we might as well go together.”

“Yes, of course.” He opened the door slightly, then closed it again to look at you.  He extended his hand.  “My lady.”

You took it.  Memories of your past rushed into your head at that moment.  Your first meeting, your first walk, your first shared meal.  It had been so long since you had last seen him, and so long since you were a whiny child or bratty teenager.

A life with him might not go so badly after all.  You smiled, took his hand, and left the room.  Hours later, you would be married, and hours after that, you would be laying with him.  

This was your idea of love.

[gotxreader]

Jon x Reader x Robb love triangle? They're both super fluffy around her when they're alone with her but get all kinda passive aggressive when all they're all together.

i love this idea!!!!  who does she end up with in the end of the story tho?  or is it ambiguous?  or should i make two endings at some other time?  great request :)

[gotxreader]

6-8 month old babies do start talking and say words like "Mama" or most commonly "Dada" also start walking around 9-10 months. I would know because I've been studying human growth and development for 4 years. That one girl was wrong. If a baby just starts speaking at 10 months then something developmentally is wrong.

im glad i changed the infant’s age to 8 months in the story then!  happy medium :)  i have heard from my sister in law similar things that u said

[gotxreader]

About Jaime raping Cersei: I think in an interview the writers said that it was meant to be consensual and it just came across as rape-y. It was consensual in the books and I think Cersei was more worried about being caught? Correct me if I'm wrong, though.

yes i have read the same thing.  but i feel that if they really wanted to make the scene consensual, they should have changed what cersei said (”stop”, “it isn’t right”, etc) to make her verbally consent.  and yes in the books at first she said no, but then she changed her mind and consented and told jaime to do it “quickly.”  I'm just rly said with jaime in the show as a whole :(