#king in the north

[thewatcher0nthewall]

King in the North

#robb stark #grey wind #house stark #the north remembers #fanart #drawing #illustration #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #the winds of winter #game of thrones #asoiaf fanart #art #kings of winter #winterfell #king in the north #the young wolf #house frey #the twins #walder frey #house bolton #house lannister #red wedding

[amber-laughs]

“She was looking at him the way she used to look at him at Winterfell, whenever he had bested Robb at swords or sums or most anything.” - Storm of Swords Jon XII

to

“He was better than me at everything.
Fighting and hunting and riding and girls.
Gods, the girls loved him.
I wanted to hate him, but I never could.” - Game of Thrones S4 E1

bothers me so bad. the robb/jon dynamic was butchered in a million ways but my least favorite was this. jon isn’t jealous because robb is better than him, jon is jealous bc he is better, or at least equal, but it will never matter because of his birth.

and this isn’t me sucking jon’s dick. i love this for robb’s development. he is so obviously insecure about being lord/king. imagine him wondering if people around him are disappointed that it’s him instead of his bastard brother. wondering if his father would have prefered jon. wondering if his mother wants jon gone because she doesn’t believe the lords will accept him if jon is standing next to him. wondering if maybe he wants jon gone too. both of them being wrapped up in insecurity and loving each other through it. GODDAMIT they could’ve done so much with that relationship but instead they cut and cut until viewers forgot they even knew each other

#robb stark i will develop you even if no one else will #robb stark #jon snow #house stark #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #game of thrones #i stole this from my own twitter account #asoiaf meta #valyrian scrolls #king in the north #a song of ice and fire

[buildoblivionthenwewilltalk]

“Robb will rule, you will serve. Men will call you a crow. Him they'll call Your Grace. Singers will praise every little thing he does, while your greatest deeds all go unsung." - ACOK

“Jon is the only brother that remains to me. Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North. I had hoped you would support my choice” - ASOS

#something about robbs Crown really gets me ya know? #and Jon has no idea his brother would have left it to him #Jon snow #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #a clash of kings #acok #ASOS #a storm of swords #nights watch #king in the north #valyrianscrolls #minsart #my art #fanart #also if you can spot the reference I am kissing you tenderly

[winterprince601]

thinking about how all three of the kingships jon stands to inherit are legacies of love - jon's ability to understand the free folk as human and worth saving is an act of love and they love him and essentially make him king beyond the wall in return. robb loves and trusts his brother and is confident in jon's love and loyalty in return, even fresh from theon's betrayal, so he names him his heir to the north. despite the ambiguity of the affair, grrm seems to suggest rhaegar truly loved lyanna and that would make jon, literally, their love child - illegitimate or not, his existence and potential claim to the iron throne is because "prince rhaegar loved his lady lyanna" and he lives because lyanna loved him and ned loved lyanna.

do you see it? around jon snow, more important than any royal blood or legitimacy, is a nexus of love?

#jon snow #asoiaf #a song of ice and feels #asoiaf theory #asoiaf theories #stark #targaryen #king in the north #king beyond the wall #the iron throne #r+l=j #rhaegar targaryen #lyanna stark #robb stark #ned stark #eddard stark

[itsallrandomcontent]

“Not all men-“

You’re right. King Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell, eldest son of House Stark, declared King in the North, wouldn’t treat me like this.

#game of thrones #robb stark #king in the north #robb stark x reader #richard madden #richard madden x reader #robb stark x you #robb stark x y/n

[artcake]

Hello if request are still open what about a Jonsa wedding art piece or anything Jonsa I just think the one you made was so cute I'm melting

Jonsa my beloved

#jonsa #jon snow #sansa stark #jon x sansa #game of thrones #got #asoiaf #king in the north #queen in the north #wedding #sketch prompts #asks #sketch #dont worry i made jon short this time #sam doesnt allow boxes at weddings its not dignified #sam is also trying not to cry #sam tarly #samwell tarly #fan art #my art

[daenysx]

i can't believe how quickly i wrote this, let's say it's robb stark's effect on me, i hope you like it, please let me know your thoughts!

my inbox is always open in case you'd like to share something with me!!

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make his queen smile

king robb and you have a night filled with your slow tears for him and his comfort. nsfw.

"my queen."

you arch your back easily, wrapping your legs around his muscular body. your eyes close at the sensation, his hardness moving inside you. he kisses your neck, leaves lovely red marks on your soft skin. and he calls you his fucking 'queen'.

"oh, my queen."

you don't know if you love it or you hate it when robb stark calls you 'his queen' when he is deep inside you.

he is too deep, it almost hurts. even though robb is always careful not to hurt you, he can't control how hard he gets when he is inside you. you welcome the slight pain it brings you, your nails press hardly on his back. he makes a little sound when you move your hips against him, his entire chest is covered with thin layer of sweat.

"does it hurt? are you okay, my lady?" he asks with a shaky voice.

you shake your head, kiss his cheek with a quick movement.

"no, no, it's perfect. i love-hmm, i love this." you answer. you don't want him to worry over a slight pain you love, you just want him to keep moving.

he nods, kisses your lips with all the passion he feels. he doesn't stop, brings his hand on your sweet spot and rubs it. your sounds grow louder and you bury your face to his neck to stay silent.

"shh, don't hide yourself. let me hear you, i want to hear you."

you shake your head slightly. "but there are people outside-"

robb smiles. "grey wind stays by the door, my love. i doubt there are people around when he stands there."

you smile back as he rubs your pearl harder. he moves his hips and your muscles clench around him as he hits the lovely spot inside you and you hold onto him.

"right- right there, my king."

he kisses your forehead and your cheeks. his lips get stained with your tears from the pleasure he gives you. it doesn't take long for him to give his seed, and you are sure that you feel his liquid coating inside you.

you can't stop yourself from falling apart when he melts inside you, you lift your waist from bed and he holds you close as you come around him.

the pleasure is intense, he collapses on your body and you are quick to hold him. your fingers caress his curls as he presses slow kisses on your breasts.

"i'll crush you, my love. you should let me move aside."

you shake your head even though he doesn't see it. "stay like this for a moment more, please."

he becomes a human blanket on you quickly, gets more comfortable. "hmm, that's perfect."

"you like it?" you ask with a sweet voice.

"i love everything you do to me. my beautiful queen."

you sigh softly. "i wish we could stay like this all the time. just lying here on furs, being close."

"soon, my sweet lady. soon, when i end this war."

he lifts his head to look at your face. you can't help your tears making their way on your flushed cheeks. he moves on bed and pulls you to his lap. your thighs stay on each sides of his hips.

he cups your cheeks, drying your tears. he smiles affectionally and you turn your face, not wanting to upset him when he deals with too much.

"can you look at me? i want to see that pretty face, my queen."

"i apologise. i don't wish to upset you but- i fear for you. i want you safe and close to me even when i know that's not possible."

he smiles softly and guides you to come closer. you put your head on his chest, your permanent place. he rubs your back and his heart clenches when he feels your tears on his skin.

he waits until your breathing turns steady. he knows how much pressure you're under, worrying over his life all the time and not being able to do anything to end his dreadful war.

"i understand how you feel and it pains me when i can't do anything to stop your worries. i'm doing the best i can to end the war without hurting more people but- that's not easy, my queen. being called as a king is not easy."

you nod. "i know. i know, i'm sorry, i didn't want to upset you."

"no, no, you should always tell me how you feel so i can make you happy and safe. i'd do anything to put a smile on your lovely face. please don't hesitate to talk to me by thinking you'll upset me."

your perfect king, he always knows what to say to calm your nerves. you press a kiss on his chest as he holds you closer. he wraps your body in furs, keeps you warm and stays with you.

it's a luxury, to have the king in the north in your bed all night long without being bothered. you wait for someone to knock and take your husband from you. it never happens. robb lets grey wind in after a moment and the direwolf sleeps in front of the fire, giving you the feeling of safety.

robb holds you, kisses you through the night. such a lovely night, he fills it with soft kisses and sweet words. no one knows this side of him, the young wolf taking care of his wife like this. and that's good. he is good, only for you.

#robb stark #game of thrones #robb stark x reader #robb stark x you #robb x reader #robb x you #house stark #king in the north #grey wind

[amaati]

The Young Wolf.

This was supposed to be a minor sketch but I got carried away lol...

#robb stark #house stark #king in the north #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #my art #someone teach me restraint

[talesof-old]

dry hands | r.s.

pairing(s): robb stark x reader

warning(s): nothing really, a few mentions of old wounds/scarring, having dry skin to the point of pain/bleeding, not edited or proofread, this is definitely a little slice of life type drabble

word count: 859

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a/n: this is an over one year old request, my apologies. i’ve been finally feeling up to working through some of my old stuff, so i’m hopefully gonna put them out over the next little bit

robb stark + “why are your hands so dry?”

Winter had come swiftly.

Summer flurries had turned to inches deep snow that gathered on the hem of your skirts and soaked the bottom of your cloak. You’d taken to spending most of your time indoors, basking in the heat the springs beneath Winterfell offered. Robb, ever dutiful, had barely had the chance to even sleep beside you, too consumed by his ever pressing responsibilities as King in the North.

You sighed, setting down the cross stitching you’d been working on for what seemed like ages, and instead inspected your hands. The cold made them ache, but the constant back and forth between the wet outdoors and burning dry heat of the castle had caused the skin to redden and crack in a far more painful manner. They stung when exposed to moisture and every time you attempted to smooth creams over them, you’d end up wishing you hadn’t.

Not built for the North, you’d utter to whoever was closest to you.

Sansa had spent much of her time reminding you that no one was truly equipped for the winter. You pushed yourself up from your seat, stretching your tired limbs and making your way to your husband’s side of the chambers. He’d hardly slept these past few weeks. His space was a reflection of the fact. Papers scattered everywhere, quills broken on the floor.

As you entered his space, Robb glanced up from his desk. Dark circles had taken residence under his eyes, his beard longer than you’d ever seen it. You smiled softly and stopped only when you came to stand behind him.

“My love, you need to sleep.”

He sighed as you placed your hands on his shoulders, thumbs digging into the skin of his back. Fingers met resistance in the form of tense muscle. You shook your head and leaned forward, nuzzling your face into his neck. Soft words were muttered against his skin.

“You’re exhausted. Come, it’s hard to sleep without you by my side.”

He placed his quill down, half-heartedly ensuring that none of the ink spilled along the haphazard papers, and leaned into you. Weariness rolled off of him in waves, sinking into your bones like a sickness. One of his hands closed over yours, a warm weight over your freezing digits. He chuckled, motioning for you to let him stand up. Robb drew you to his side as he did. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he sighed into your hair, nearly limp.

“I don’t suppose I could give the crown to Bran, could I?” You giggled, pulling away just enough to slowly guide him to your shared bed. It was far easier to be King when all you had to worry about was fighting a war. The politics and peacemaking had deemed itself a much more difficult beast.

Readying yourselves for bed was a well rehearsed event, layers quickly shed and folded by your bedside, stored close by for when it came time to awake in the morning. You slipped into the bed in your underthings just moments after Robb, basking in the soft comfort they offered.

“You’re rather happy.” You glanced over at Robb’s face as he spoke. Truthfully, you’d been happier as of late. Your duties were going smoothly, and you seemed to fit right in with the Northern ladies.

“I’m happy you’re here with me.” The words didn’t warrant the quick look at Robb’s chest, but it happened nonetheless. Raised scars littered his chest and abdomen, just as they did your torso. He sighed, drawing you near. He took your right hand in his, bringing it to his lips.

Velvety skin met rough flesh and Robb paused. You said nothing as he inspected the back of your hand; his blue eyes narrowed in on the raw, dry patches far more painful looking than they actually were.

“Why are your hands so dry?”

His words shouldn’t have caused such laughter, but the incredulous look on his face was enough for you to break out in a fit of it. His brow furrowed and you shook your head. A simple explanation fell from your lips.

“I’m not used to the cold.” Robb frowned. Laughter still lined the planes of your face, amusement sparkling in your eyes as he ran a finger over the nearly cracked skin of your knuckles.

“Surely something exists to prevent this sort of harm.” You shrugged, drawing nearer to him and resting your head on his warm shoulder. There were certainly a plethora of creams and ointments one could use to soothe irritated skin, though you had a habit of forgetting to apply them. In the end it always hurt worse to use them.

Robb sighed, letting go of your hands in favor of wrapping his arms around you. Tension melted away as you drew meaningless circles into his skin, drifting off to sleep as the fire in the hearth died down.

“Remind me to have Jeyne bring you some cream tomorrow morning, will you?” You mumbled an agreement, patting his chest and drifting off. A noncommittal response. Affection bloomed in his eyes before he closed them, following you into the realm of sleep.

#game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #house of the dragon x reader #robb stark x reader #robb stark #house stark #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #king robb stark #king in the north #robb stark fluff

[sansas-amythest-hairnet]

Lady Catelyn Stark awaiting her husbands arrival after the birth of her first son, the future King Robb Stark.

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #asoif/got #house stark #alternate universe #asoif fanart #asoiaf fanart #catelyn tully #catelyn stark #robb wins the war of the five kings #king in the north who’s name is stark #king in the north #house tully #robb stark

[spacerockfloater]

Listen, I may think that Show!Jon Snow is completely boring, but Book!Jon Snow will always have an iron grip around my neck.

“Winterfell, he thought. Theon left it burned and broken, but I could restore it.”

“He could tell she did not believe him. If I could show her Winterfell, he thought, give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall… We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us.”

“He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it (a son), he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me.”

All of it. He wants all of it. He wants a home, a wife, a child.

I just love seeing him fight the urge to be loved and lose.

#asoiaf #jon snow #game of thrones #my fave byronic boy #book jon snow #show jon snow #king in the north #house of the dragon #hotd #got

[emprcaesar]

let’s talk about the robb/theon and jesus/judas parallel!!!!

sniff sniff is that brotherly love turned into the most foul kind of betrayal i smell. do i also smell a boyfailure?

#you put hints of religion in media #i’m there #i <3 theon #theon my fav boyfailure #asoiaf books #asoiaf #game of thrones #house stark #book theon greyjoy #theon greyjoy #reek #robb stark #king in the north #theon and robb #robb and theon #throbb #jesus and judas #religous imagery #catholic guilt #lyrics #house greyjoy #a brothers love #valyrianscrolls #web weaving

[buildoblivionthenwewilltalk]

more snowstorm (what else is new?)

#king Jon in stark grey makes me feel things #short hair dany my beloved #Jon snow #daenerys targeryan #daenerys stormborn #jon x dany #jonerys #snowstorm #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #grrm #George rr Martin #valyrianscrolls #Valyrian scrolls #minsart #my art #fanart #king in the north #winds of winter #speculation

[paristapita]

Jeyne Westerling Queen consort of the North

hii, well i finished this draw of Jeyne Westerling. she's so pretty and sweet, didn't deserve ending up as a widow at 16 :(. i want to read WoW to know more about her

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #got #house stark #house westerling #jeyne westerling #robb stark #king in the north #queen in the north

[bene-darkmans]

the R+L=J reveal doesn’t matter to me anymore I’m Team the Jon Snow Psychological Stew that will be Ned Stark’s lookalike at Winterfell with the Catelyn Tully lookalike and feral red-haired Rickon in his father’s house where he never felt he belonged has his Stark impostor complex validated

"If you kill a man, and never mean t', he's just as dead," Ygritte said stubbornly. Jon had never met anyone so stubborn, except maybe for his little sister Arya. Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? He had never truly been a Stark, only Lord Eddard's motherless bastard, with no more place at Winterfell than Theon Greyjoy. And even that he'd lost. When a man of the Night's Watch said his words, he put aside his old family and joined a new one, but Jon Snow had lost those brothers too.

Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. "I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight," Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, "Well, I'm Florian the Fool." Or Robb would say, "I'm the Young Dragon," and Jon would reply, "I'm Ser Ryam Redwyne."

That morning he called it first. "I'm Lord of Winterfell!" he cried, as he had a hundred times before. Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, "You can't be Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard-born. My lady mother says you can't ever be the Lord of Winterfell."

I thought I had forgotten that. Jon could taste blood in his mouth, from the blow he'd taken.

In the end Halder and Horse had to pull him away from Iron Emmett, one man on either arm. The ranger sat on the ground dazed, his shield half in splinters, the visor of his helm knocked askew, and his sword six yards away. "Jon, enough," Halder was shouting, "he's down, you disarmed him. Enough!"

Not being Ned’s son will hurt, not being Robb or Arya’s brother? That’s going to destroy his sense of identity more than anything else.

#jon snow #awow #winds of winter #asoiaf #r+l=j #robb stark #house stark #arya strak #king in the north #aegon vi targaryen #faegon #young griff

[artcake]

@minitafan you're right

#game of thrones #got #jonsa #jon snow #sansa stark #king in the north #queen in the north #short king #thats HIS box and no one else can use it #especially arya #(arya steals it all the time) #fan art #my art #tag response