#imagine got

[imagine-all-the-things]

“It is just a dream, Y/N... It's not real”

“But I-”

“I promise you... everything will be fine”

[crowkingwrites]

It wasn’t real.

This was only some bad dream he was having. He was the Lord of Winterfell and his only wife was murdered in her bed. Some of her teeth were gone. Her left finger was taken. The worst of it was her eyes. Her body had bruises, wounds, and dried blood decorating it, but her eyes were still open for Ramsay. Her eyes were still perfect. They looked like a pretty doll’s eyes.

It came in slow like a winter storm. How quiet and terrible it was to feel the anger in the air. Ramsay’s finger touched her face and slowly caressed it down her cheek. His hand felt her cut-open stomach. Lumps of matter lay on the floor…his son.

Ramsay spoke only to you.

“Their souls are mine. I’ll count their bodies like sheep and soon I expect I’ll fall asleep like you, sweetling.”

[majestic-imagines]

[badboys-imagines]

Imagine : Loki storms into your room, his face looking pretty weird. He remains silent until a loud groan escapes his lips. -Mhh ... I'm gonna catch them and then... You stare at him for a moment, raising an eyebrow. -Alright ... My love, what's going on ? -You heard me my Queen, he says as he turns to you with wide eyes, I'm gonna catch them ... and eat them alive. These little... -Loki ! What are you talking about ? You hear a soft giggle behind you and frown. -Oh... In a cloud of blue mist, a black haired little demon with an icy gaze appears at your sight as you turn around. -You're finished ! Loki screams and make a face to your child before the little boy runs away laughing along the corridor, soon followed by his father. You shake your head, -And you want more children ? I already have two ! You yell at him with a tender smile.

[lipstickfireandblood]

Imagine:

Helping Robb escape from the Red Wedding

[geminiimagines]

Imagine...

Elia escaping King's Landing with Daenerys

[oursisthefvry]

Something More

IMAGINE: Everyone knew that (Y/N) the youngest Baratheon and ‘enemy’ of Jaime Lannister, was the fairest lady in all of Westeros, she was expected to do traditional High Lady duties. What happens if she wants something more? And how does Jaime Lannister factor into it? 

[gif is not mine. loosely based on beauty and the beast.] 

warnings: one swear word

words: 1796

‘There may be something there that wasn’t there before...’

She was known as the most beautiful Lady in all of Westeros, men flocked from across the seas to ask her hand in marriage -specifically asking her brother for her hand in marriage. Every time though, she rebutted claiming that she was not ready, or they would have just used her family name or her wealth. She wanted to escape, escape the life that she was given, of course she knew that she was being ungrateful. Being the sister to the King of Westeros wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but she wanted more. She wanted adventure, her heart thumping, the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

“I just don’t get why you will not agree to the courtship sister, he’s beyond a great match for you and for the family,” Stannis stated as they sat around the table. He placed a forkful of sausage into his mouth and chewed.

(Y/N) groaned and leaned back into her chair, “I want to be with someone who has passion dear brother, not some coward.”

“Don’t let Tywin hear that.”

She rolled her eyes and drank some wine from her goblet, “Oh please, Tywin cares for Lancel as much as I care for the kennelmaster.”

Stannis quietly laughed at the antics of his sister, “You better tell Robert that.” He looked at sister for a moment and noticed the uneasy look on her face. “Is anything the matter?”

(Y/N) hesitated, not wanting to tell her brother the truth but at the same time it’s been gnawing at her for a while. With a deep sigh she looked at her brother, “Do you think there’s more to this? More to wearing fancy dresses, escorting men to the ball, going to balls, being trained as a mere accessory to a man?”

Stannis sat quietly not knowing how to start the conversation. “Of course you’ve never had to deal with this, you’re a man. You get to fight, to have that adrenaline rushing through your veins. You get to travel and see the world!”

He was about to reply when the door to the hall opened and there strutted Jaime Lannister. “Ah, the stags are here already.”

(Y/N) scowled at his behaviour. “I mean we have to, unless we want the lions to be selfish and eat all of the food.”

Jaime walked to the table, making sure that he was behind (Y/N), leaning over he took a piece of fruit from a bowl in front of her. She would never admit it but she enjoyed the way that his body felt against hers, even if it was just for a short moment.

“You know princess, with that kind of behaviour it’s no wonder why you’re going to end up alone,” the words were meant to be cutting, and it would have been if it was the first time that he’s spoken it to her. Instead of feeling hurt she gave him a sardonic smile and accidentally elbowed him.

“Oh, I’m sorry did I hurt you?”

Jaime gave her a fake smile and moved towards his seat.

“You should know better than to provoke the lion,” Stannis berated her quietly. “He’s known as a beast (Y/N).”

“Am I supposed to be in fear of him Stannis?” (Y/N) looked towards her brother, placing her knife and fork on the plate.

They both looked at Jaime who was now looking at a maiden who was placing food on the table, sensing the looks from the Baratheon siblings he looked over and gave them a wink, then turned his sole focus on (Y/N) and smirked.

Stannis turned back to his sister whose focus was on Jaime. He watched intently as her eyes narrowed when Jaime placed his hands on the so-called wench. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like what this could be. Jaime Lannister and his sister were not a good sign, especially the way Jaime looked at his sister and disregarded the maiden when she stormed off from the table. Clenching his fist, he decided he needed to talk to his brothers.

“LANCEL LANNISTER?” (Y/N) bellowed into the room, her black hair flying around her face, her brown eyes lighting up with anger. She stopped at the table where Robert was seated at, papers scattered around the table and men sitting around him. “I DID NOT REALISE THAT I WAS SOME PROPERTY THAT COULD BE SOLD TO ANYONE!” The men looked at each other and discreetly got up and walked away, knowing that if they were there they would be collateral damage between the two Baratheon’s with the biggest tempers.

Robert merely leaned back into his chair, “We have to agreement that you need a man to take care of you sister.” He raised his goblet, “Plus you already know that Lancel was in the contracts.”  

(Y/N) screwed up her nose, “You think I need a man to look after me?”

Her brother’s eyes widened, “No, of course not.” He rebutted.

“Then what is it?” She hissed, not noticing a certain blonde-haired Knightsguard watching with amusement.

“We need to fortify our allegiance with the Lannister family, they’re one of the strongest and wealthiest houses in Westeros,” Robert explained.

“Those aren’t your words Robert so don’t say them,” (Y/N) scowled at her brother. “Also you’re married to a Lannister if you didn’t notice!” She stalked up as close as she can to her brother, leaning on the table to do so, “Once again, I am not your property to be traded as you wish, other families can do that because they won’t say anything but you should know better. I will be married to a man when I choose to do so. I will not be one of those women who are forced into marriage when they are not ready nor do they love the person.” With a final glare at her brother she stormed off, slamming the door as she went.

(Y/N) paced back and forth, occasionally taking the time to look at the harbor and enjoying the ships and the ocean. “You know if anyone ever talked to a King like that their head will be on the pike.” She closed her eyes and took herself mentally to a place far away, far far away from where she stood. “But of course you can never shut your mouth can you?”

She finally opened her eyes to look at the man in front of her, his smirk firmly placed on his face, eyes glistening with amusement. “Do you have to be so…” (Y/N) pursed her lips trying to find the right word.

“Charming? Good looking? Dashing? Hung-like,” before he could finish his sentence he was cut off by her making a disgusted noise.

“So on all the time? Especially around me?” She always did wonder why it was only her that Jaime was so...Jaime like. The innuendos, the comments that can scathe a person’s ego if they didn’t brush it off.

Jaime hopped up and sat down on the balcony, “Because I enjoy the tormented look on your face.” He was quiet for a moment, a rare site to witness. “Lancel?”

(Y/N) groaned, “Don’t get me started. If my brothers can honestly think that they can just partner me with some blonde-haired coward.”

“He’s not a coward any more though,” Jaime interrupted. “Turned himself into a knight.” There was bitterness in his tone.

“He’s still a coward to me,” (Y/N) pointed out. “Always will be. He can hide behind that mask all of his life but we know better. He was the snivelling pathetic excuse of a man.”

Jaime let out a low whistle, “You don’t hold back do you?” (Y/N) laughed quietly, soon Jaime joined. It was a sight to behold, two so-called people who were barely friends laughing with no care in the world.

(Y/N) leaned against the balcony, holding her stomach, “I don’t want to marry him, everyone expects me though. Get married, bear his children and be the doting wife.” She bit her lip and furrowed her brows. “I want more than this life, more than dress nice, act nice, have sex with your husband but don’t get mad if he sleeps with other people.” (Y/N) let out a deep breath that she didn’t know she was holding. “I want to be able to dictate my life. It’s mine not anyone else’s.”

“You could always run away,” she looked at Jaime with an odd look on her face. It wasn’t one that she usually wore around him which ranged from scowls to disgust, this was mere curiosity.

“I think that can work if I’m not a princess,” (Y/N) reasoned out. Silence took the situation, (Y/N) looked over the harbor, while Jaime stared at her. “Am I so unwanted that the only person I can attract are men like Lancel?”

Jaime was taken aback by her comment. She was one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, a certain eye catcher for any men. “What are you talking about?”

“You must think of me as shallow but I want someone who wants me for more than my looks. There’s more to me than that.”

He was quiet for a moment, “I feel the same way.” (Y/N) arched a brow and he continued, “Everyone refers to me as this beast who enjoys nothing but killing and fucking whores.” Jaime hopped off the balcony and faced the view with her. “No one ever thinks of what else I am.”

“To be fair you never let anyone see any other side of you. I mean I’m probably the closest, I see the witty, rude side of you.” She winked at him and he chuckled.

Jaime fell silent, “No one ever wants to see that side of me. No one ever gives me that chance.” Again the silence took over the conversation. They were both thinking how did they get personal in such a short time.

“You’re not a beast Jaime,” the comment made his heart thump against his chest faster than ever before. “An arsehole sometimes but not a beast.” She reached for his hand and once she found it, she held it tightly and squeezed it. “If anyone dares to call you that to your face, or even a hint of rumour send them my way.”

Maybe it was the way she said his name with care for the first time, or the way her hand felt right against his, or actually willingly touched him without fear that they would be hit with his sword. There were too many factors, but what he did know was that he suddenly felt something for her that was definitely was not there before.