#ch: robb stark

[stormborns]

GAME OF THRONES 2.01, The North Remembers

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[xradiant]

@antoniwrites gave a like for a one liner !

"At the end of the day everything happens for a reason, right?"

#.starter #ch: robb stark

[janiedean]

Consider. Reincarnation au where Robb and Ramsey are reborn in each other's bodies. Most people don't remember their past lives, but Theon does, and he's stuck trying to figure it out in his own

... on one side I'd totally read it on the other pOOR THEON GOD POOR THEON XDDDDDDDD

#mistystarshine #ask post #ch: robb stark #ch: ramsay snow #ch: theon greyjoy #NOW YOU'D THINK THAT WAS A CONUNDRUM

[amazingspidermans]

no fucking way this man is 17 years old he has a house and a mortgage and checks up on the stock market like a daily crossword puzzle

#THERE IS NO WAY I AM THE SAME AGE AS HIM #sir u are a grown ass adult who reads the wsj for fun #not a junior/senior in high school #tv: game of thrones #game of thrones #robb stark #ch: robb stark #shut up nini

[dreamerwithapen1]

Golden Crown of Sorrow

Princess Cerelle Baratheon, the Lioness of King’s Landing, learned at a young age how to spin lies and play games with the best of the kingdoms’ lords and ladies when it came to politics and scheming. She thrived in the capital, steadily gaining influence and collecting knowledge that she wielded like a weapon. She crafted careful plans for herself, envisioning all of the steps that she needed to take in order to help her family rise to the highest of pedestals. But all it takes are a few simple words from her father to make all of her plans crumble before her eyes.

Marriage was something that she had never given too much time and thought. She’d heard names tossed about her whole life- Loras Tyrell, Oberyn Martell, Robin Arryn- amongst a few others, and she had adjusted her plans accordingly for each one.

But marrying the Stark heir was not something that she had considered, nor was leaving the South for the distant North. Everything that she had worked so hard for would be useless in that cold wasteland, surrounded by simpleminded Northerners who held no regard for complex politics and manipulations.

However, in a stroke of fate, everything changes.

As the realm is plunged into war, Cerelle rises to meet it with all of the grace and ferocity befitting a Lannister. For hers was the blood of the lion, and she would tear the wolves apart from the inside until only she stood among the bloody remains.

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[writingsofwesteros]

#ch;robb stark #visual inspirtation

[ofhumanvoice-a]

Only. Cat.

#ch: c. stark #threads ;; catelyn #memes ;; catelyn #headcanons ;; catelyn #relationships ;; catelyn ( ned ) #relationships ;; catelyn ( robb ) #relationships ;; catelyn ( sansa ) #relationships ;; catelyn ( arya ) #relationships ;; catelyn ( bran ) #relationships ;; catelyn ( rickon )

[starkhood]

⸻   SOUTH OF THE TRIDENT,  300 A.C.   PRIOR TO THE ROYAL WEDDING.   @vargher​​.

arya thumbs the leather on her satchel.   the fabric is scratchy,  heavily worn;  cut from inexpensive material,  but durable.   it knocks against her leg as she rides,  repetitive and uniform,  like the drum call of her father’s bannermen  —  robb’s bannermen,  she corrects herself.   her brother’s bannermen,  sworn to him not merely as lord of winterfell but king in the north,  like torrhen stark,  their ill-starred ancestor:  the king who knelt.   arya recalls his likeness,  cast in northern stone,  concealed in the crypts beneath winterfell;  she swallows thickly,  heart heavy in her mouth,  begging herself not to think about her brother joining him there.

she had heard the stories.   innkeeps and taverngoers whisper surreptitiously in drunken cabals about robb stark,  king in the north,  more beast than man.   they say he rides his direwolf like a horse;  that he can transform into a wolf,  too,  if he so chooses,  and he and grey wind chew at their enemies until they reach bone.   they say that he can’t die,  that he’ll live forever;  that no arrow can pierce his armour and no blade his heart.   but they’re only stories,  arya thinks,  and they don’t sound like robb,  who would put her on his shoulders when the crowd was too thick for her to see;  robb,  whose loud laughter would pierce the courtyard every time the septa chased her down,  chastising her for running off.   robb wasn’t a beast,  or a changeling,  or immortal.   he was just her brother.

when she and gendry stole away from the riverlands,  they took with them enough to sustain them but not so much that it might hold them back,  make them move any slower.   coin,  food rations,  a horse between them.   they avoided the kingsroad  —  for fear of being harried,  or worse,  for fear of being recognised  —  and at night they light fires,  smoke buried in the foliage,  sustaining themselves on berries and riverwater,  whichever hapless creature ended up at the end of her blade.   they had long passed the trident by now,  but the trees extended for miles up into the sky,  and the denseness of the copse made it impossible to know where they were.   swallowed up by green,  lost in the bowels of the woods.   she longed to know how far robb and king’s landing and her sister remained from her.   she ached with it,  like her heart was a bruise.

night begins to fall,  and the only thing that pulls her from her reverie is gendry’s low murmur.   he’s looking at her,  eyes dark and deep and wide,  gesturing towards a brush flanked to their right.   something’s there,  he tells her;  she can hear the rustling too,  and for a moment she’s afriad  —  because all she has is needle to protect herself  —  but she has learned there are more dangerous things in the world than wolves and mountain lions,  and she has the wolfblood.   it’s nothing,  she thinks,  a stag,  or rabbits in a thicket.   “ if there were wolves in these woods,  we would’ve heard them already. ”

something,  though  —  some knot in her neck or lump in her throat  —  tells her to check.   to dismount the horse,  slant closer,  peel back the shrubbery as she might the skins of fruit.   “ wait here, ”   she says,  slipping from the saddle.

#RE / ROBB STARK. #CH / THE LION'S BRIDE: I.

[crownedtargaryen]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. RULES. WORKSHOP.

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⌕ oneshots

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↳ and lust. || aegon ☹

↳ fruits. || modern!bran & modern!jojen ☆

↳ tear you apart. || modern werewolf!cregan ☆

↳ take care of you. || modern brother!aemond ☆

↳ exam comfort. || modern!aemond ❀

↳ aemond x bastard baratheon!reader ❀

↳ jealousy. || protective!robb ☆

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[arielchelby]

Under the Same Stars | Ch 9 | She Walks in Starlight in Another World

In the present, Jon Stark searches for answers about his missing girlfriend, and in the past, Robb’s army advances in the Westerlands. Jon Snow plans for the future while Dany comes face to face with many harsh realities. 

Thank you @moondancer71 and @evax3 for beta reading! It's a long one and they had their work cut out for them.

Read here on A03

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[sunnyie-eve]

GOT Masterlist

❃ Back To You

Paring: (Robb Stark x OFC Tyrell!) (Jon Snow x OFC Tyrell!)

Summary: When Adeline Tyrell was just the age of ten a criminal stole her from her family. She never knew his true intentions because Ned Stark saved her. When finding out she was a Tyrell, he sent a letter to her family only for them to thank him and say keep her. She was the same age as his first son and her family hoped in the future they could possibly married if they ever discussed about it. Only if they all knew what the future had instore for them.

{ Ch.1| Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5 | Ch.6 | Ch.7 | Ch.8 | Ch.9 | Ch.10 | Ch.11 | Ch.12 | Ch.13 | Ch.14

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[stormborns]

GAME OF THRONES 2.08, The Prince of Winterfell

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It felt like he was constantly being watched and he hated every second of it, he hated the very idea of it. He wanted to find a way out but every time he tried to find a way to step more assuredly he grew weak and faltered somewhat. He had once been King of the North and now he was - something else entirely. Now he was a mere idiot of a boy, someone with no goal, no future. He could still remember the sight of what had happened with the Frey's and the anger still boiled. Yet, he wasn't in Westeros anymore. He knew that he was somewhere else he just couldn't understand how or why this had happened. Or what had brought him here. The hallways here felt cramped and he almost returned back to his rooms but he stopped when he saw someone that he also did see on his ventures down the halls. A young man, perhaps nearly the same age as he and yet - he wasn't entirely sure who he was. They hadn't even exchanged names before. "You still haven't told me how I got here." He said it like a demand, with all of the backing of the North behind it as he held his eyes. "You know how to get back to Westeros, why won't you tell me?"

@luckhissoul

#interaction ; robb & mat #luckhissoul #ch: robb stark

[countrymusiclover]

Ch 40 - The Targaryen Queen

Part 41

Fire OF A Stark

@dragonixfrye

A Few Years Later

The Iron Throne had been destroyed. The throne that kings and queens fought over for thousands of years until a dragon burnt it to the ground. The six kingdoms have been faring quite well over the years. It took a lot of long hours and council meetings to get the country back into shape. Sansa had her hands full running the North as an independent kingdom like our brother Robb wanted it to be before he died. “What if I am not good enough, Father. They may have accepted Bran as King but he isn’t the last dragon?”

Lifting my head up in the room I shared with Jaime in the rebuilt Kings Landing castle I was still feeling uneasy about all this. Eyeing myself in the large mirror leaned up against the wall I slumped my shoulders. The dress I had chosen was red and golden with gray and black designs across it. It was short sleeved showing a banner seal of the

Lannister lion and the Targaryen dragon split together to combine one house seal. I had my riding boots on like normal running my hands down the fabric until arms wrapped around my waist from behind. “You have nothing to be nervous about, my dragon wife.”

“Jaime…” Spinning around in his arms I draped my arms on his shoulders lifting my gaze up so I could meet his green orbs. “We have been traveling so much with the kids. Casterly Rock to here and then Dragonstone. All over too many times to count, I just don’t want the people to think that I am not looking out for them too.”

He tilted his head to the side, raising his left hand up to cradle my cheek. Leaning into his palm he slowly spoke to me. “Listen, little dragon. Ruling isn’t easy and you are a mother first. I told you once that the rest of the world doesn’t matter, it’s just us.”

“But that can’t be true-“ He cuts me off with a quick kiss resting his forehead against mine.

He whispered back where my fingers gripped onto his armor that he was wearing. He wasn’t a Kingsguard but he decided to wear the golden armor on my coronation day. He was wearing the Lannister colors underneath like usual. “It is still true, Lynesse. As long as we are in this room or one of our chambers in either place we call home. We don’t have to worry about responsibility…all we focus on is our family.”

“Daddy!” A child’s cry came from the other side of the door making us break away from each other. He opened the door getting his legs tackled by our youngest daughter Guinevere.

The girl wrapped her arms around his legs giggling. She had taken after her father with the green eyes that almost would match my eyes at some points . But she had fully taken to having my white hair that looked blonde when she was in the sunlight. “Be careful there, little G.” I responded, bending down on my knee tugging her off her father’s leg and up into my arms.

“Mommy, Eddie keeps asking to see Uncle Tyrion.” Another girl’s voice that belonged to our eldest Rhaenyra ran inside the room where I could see her wearing a red short dress and trousers coming towards me. Her hair was in two separate braids falling over her shoulders.

Finally as if on cue Eddard entered afterwards. The locks of golden hair scattered everywhere in a set of messy curls almost on top of his head. He was wearing a training sword, reminding me so much of Arya. “He is Hand of the King, Rhae!….oh and Queen. Sorry mother.”

“It’s alright, Ed. I am not the Queen just yet.” Bouncing Guinevere on my hip I sent him a smile enjoying that he accepted his uncle with such happiness. Everyone in the world had hated the dwarf for long enough.

Guinevere tugged on my dress strap asking in her sweet voice. “Does that make daddy King?”

“It’s not like that, little lioness.” Her father stepped up taking her from my arms, ticking her stomach making her giggle loudly. “Your cousin Bran is king. I am simply the husband to the Queen of the Six kingdoms.”

Eddard raised his sword in the air with his right hand following his father with being the best young swordsman in the young King and Queensguard. “I will be a Knight, like father.”

“Nah Eddie. Dragon rider is better.” Rhaenyra crossed her arms over her chest sticking her tongue out at her younger brother. She had been riding Joanna with me since the day we told her she was old enough to ride a horse on her own.

Guinevere made a raspberry noise at her. “Princess….”

“Enough all of you. Whatever path you may choose is important. You are my children and you will be able to choose whatever you want. We have taken away the old traditions of the Gods.” I waved my index finger at the three once Jaime had placed our youngest girl on her feet so they were all looking up at us.

Someone knocked on the chamber door altering all of us. Jaime crossed the room opening the door meeting the gaze of our First Lady Knight Brienne. “Ser Jaime, My Lady. Everyone is ready. I shall escort the children downstairs.”

“Go on young dragon-lions.” Jaime nudged them with his knee sending the three of them forward. The three ran forward following closely behind the woman that was now named Commander of the Kingsguard/Queensguard. “Shall we, my dragon queen.”

He offered me his left arm that I looped my hand through tightly. Intertwining our hands together I stared up at him before we started walking through the hallways. Scanning my eyes around I felt nervous walking down their halls when we first came back here. At first glance I could only see my father Ned being killed even though I wasn't here the day it happened. I could still see a dream of it happening. But Jaime isn't without his own nightmares as I am well aware. Some scars stay with you. "What if not all the remaining houses accept me as their Queen?"

"What will it take for me to convince you that they will. Shall I drag you back to our chambers for a private reminder?' He sent me a glare tugging our walk to a halt, smirking that cocky grin he knew usually works on me.

"Jaime-" I attempted to say but he squeezed my hand still in his.

"Lynesse, this whole coronation is more for the Lords and Ladies to show their support for you in a formal way. You have been ruling the six kingdoms beside your cousin since the day the small council declared your name. You will always be their chosen queen from now and always. Just like you will forever be my loving wife." He pressed his forehead against mine, leaning down kissing me. Leaning forward I deepened the kiss until we needed breath starting our walk to the former throne room.

Walking in almost sync with each other there was a thought that kept crossing my mind. “Does it seem or feel weird to you. That I am queen but you aren’t the king of the six kingdoms?”

“Gods no, I never thought I could handle the job as Hand of the King. I most certainly couldn’t handle taking on the role of being king.” He snorted out, making me think that he was more used to sword fighting than anything else in his life.

Shrugging my shoulders I turned my head seeing that we were standing outside the main doors. "Here we go, my lion…" I muttered under my breath squeezing his hand a little tighter in mine.

"You'll do just fine, little dragon." He kissed the crown of my head watching the doors opened by two guards standing on either side. Together we strides through the aisle of people who all had their eyes on us. The train of my dress got dragged behind me when I walked. Before our eyes I noticed that Bran was sitting in his chair on the top set of the stairs where the Iron Throne used to be.

Sansa was standing beside him being on the front row of the crowds. Brienne had Rhaenyra, Eddard and Guinevere standing beside her. Arya would have been here but she was traveling the world so she was only here for Bran's coronation. Jaime and I finally stopped where he stepped to the side nodding at me with a proud smile. "Today we are gathered here to witness a beautiful moment for our time of new reign. My cousin and I may not have wanted the power but we shall keep doing our best to rule..Lynesse, please take a knee. Brienne, I will need your assistance."

"Of course, your Grace." She bowed her head stepping up to stand beside his chair ready to assist his help.

Bran glanced over to a Septon that walked forward carrying a pillow with Rhaenyra Targaryen's crown sitting on it. He held it out, never breaking his gaze with the king. "Lynesse Stark-Targaryen now married Lannister. I am here to ask will you honor the duties of the realm. Will you wear the crown and uphold the safety of the realm. Will you defend the houses and keep the peace from this day until the end of your days?"

"I will, King Brandon." I declared resting my elbow on my knee that I didn't have bent on the stone steps. Above his head was a painting made of glass that showed an image of the Iron Throne before it was destroyed and a Targaryen banner behind it. In place of the throne there was two separate thrones now on either side of the burnt swords that had been cleaned up.

Bran nodded at the Lady Commander simply. "Commander Brienne." She stepped forward pushing his chair forward where he could reach me closer.

She then handed him the crown, stepping back with a light bow. "Your Grace. My Lady."

"By the power vested in me by the Crown and law of the Six Kingdoms I hereby declare you Lynesse Lannister, formally born Targaryen, raised true as a Stark, Lady of Casterly Rock, Protector of the Realm. Now decried to be Queen Lynesse, The Last Targaryen." He lowered the crown down onto my head gently. I shut my eyes, sucking in a breath feeling the weight of the jewelry on my head. Rising to my feet I turned to face the crowd seeing Tyrion standing beside Sansa's side.

He raised a cup of wine in his hands declaring. "I, Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the King swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister!" He bent down on a knee nodding his head at me.

Ser Bronn of the Blackwater now known as Lord of Highgarden and Master of Coin. "I swear fealty to Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister."

"I, Yohn of House Royce swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister." Another lord bent his knee to me.

Young Robin stepped forward, dropping down. "I, Robin Arryn of the Vale swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister."

"I, Edmure of House Tully swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister" Catelyn's brother got up bending down by his wife Roslin's side as she was holding their son in her arms.

Sam, Jon's friend from the Wall raises his hand coming to bend the knee next with a king smile. "I, Samwell of House Tarly, Grand Maester, swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister."

Davos Seaworth, Master of Ships. "...swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister."

"I, Gendry Baratheon of Storm's End…" Who used to be Robert's bastard son. "swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister."

The two final Lord and Lady finished their vows. "I, Howland of House Reed….I, Yara Greyjoy of the Iron Islands."

"I, Jaime of House Lannister, Lord of the Rock and Husband pledge to swear fealty to the Queen Lynesse Targaryen-Lannister." Jaime was the last person to bend the knee to me. His green eyes only focused on me as he sent me a proud smile.

My gaze fell down onto him watching the rest of the guests in the room bend down on their knees and bow their heads. "Gods save King Bran and Queen Lynesse!" From that moment I knew our story was far from over.

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[dreamerwithapen1]

Cerelle Lannister + Official Teaser Poster

The Lion’s blood flows within me.

It will not be tamed so easily.

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[leesielex]

Magic Awakens | Ch 63: Robb Stark III

Summary: Robb and his brother, Jon Snow, have reached the Wall and are ready to mediate negotiations between the Night's Watch and the Free Folk. They know it won't be an easy task but things are made more difficult when unexpected turns of events take place. Even with a brother with the powers of the Old Gods they learn the can't always predict the future or stop events foreseen from occurring.

A Preview: He awoke feeling as if he hadn’t slept at all, his bones aching and his muscles tight. Jon looked like he fared no better, though the dopey grin on his face betrayed him. “Get a visit in your dreams again, brother?” he asked.

His face dropped and a blush crept up his neck until even his ears were red. “What? Er,” he stuttered before resignation took over. “Aye,” he admitted.

“So what do you do in your dreams that have you blushing like a maid, Jon Snow?” Robb teased him.

The scowl Jon sent him made him burst into laughter. “Oh, so it was that kind of dream then? My, my, with all that honour I wasn’t sure you even knew where to put it, Snow.”

His brother stood and began to dress himself aggressively, his anger rolling off him in waves. “I know where to put it just fine,” he mumbled barely above a whisper.

“Oh, so you admit that is what your dream was about? Or was she dreamwalking, and you two, ya know?” He wagged his eyebrows suggestively. Jon grabbed his furs from his bed and threw them at him, covering his face as he guffawed.

“I didn’t say that. You know I could freeze your face like that if you don’t close that smart mouth of yours, right?” Jon threatened. He had shown him privately the powers he learned to wield while living with the Children of the Forest.

Robb removed the cover and then held his hands up in mock surrender. “Truce, brother. Surely you can forgive me for taking the piss out of you. It had been a while since I had a laugh. I needed it.”

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