#mama mormont

[alannybunnue]

Could you please do a fic about the meeting. After the whole reek ark theon running into the reader & her son. Can you include the stuff from the asks about it. Like theon hearing the kid call her mama, & the son looking just like theon. Plus that cute moment when theon cries; the son comforts him like his mother does for him & theon hugs him. The reader agreeing to go with theon for the sake of her son but saying that it doesn't mean she forgives him or is going to be his salt wife.

Let's see what i can do...

->

He was on his way to the Iron Islands, it seemed like his past was trying to hunt him even more.

Lady ... Mormont, one of his past lovers, one in which the heart he arrogantly broke, was right in front of him, she looked different, her body wasn't the same, but she still had that soft expression on her face.

That was because she wasn't looking at him.

And when she did, her expression went from worried to stoic, she was obviously mad, but refused to show it to him. The lady was ready to turn around before both heard an unexpected voice.

"Mama! Look what i found!" - Soon, a little boy appeared behind her, and it was like looking at himself in a mirror.

Except that the reflection showed a little boy, not older than 5 or 6 years, with a big smile and holding a weird rock in his hand.

Lady Mormont immediately blocked Theon's view on the boy, she looked distraught, not wanting Theon to get close or see the little one. Hiding something...

But Theon is not that much of an idiot.

"Mama" - said the little boy - "Who is that?"

She looked at her son without knowing what to answer, then the baby bear got closer to her once lover and she internally freak out.

"Hi Mister..." - said the smiling boy - "Are you ok?"

Now Theon remembers his current state, he looks miserable, i mean, he is miserable, but it was so much that a 6 year old was able to notice.

But that didn't mattered, his mind elsewhere, on the possibility, on the idea that this little boy right in front of him was...his son.

Something he never thought would happen.

He broke down and hugged the little one tightly, expecting him to try to get away, but he didn't, the boy stood there, tapping Theon's head.

"It's okay Mister, you can cry as much as you need, Mama and i will help you!"

It was already getting dark at that point, in which forced Lady Mormont to let Theon stay with them for the night.

The whole time, baby bear kept showing the things he would find in the forest to Theon, and telling him many things he wanted to do when he grew.

The man saw the life that his ex took since she left Winterfell, in poverty, avoiding her family in a small shed away from everyone.

Now the boy was in bed while his mother sat beside his sleeping form, without saying a word or acknowledging the man who she once loved deeply.

Theon knew he couldn't let them live that way anymore, but he was too nervous to say a word.

"You noticed already, didn't you?" - She said, giving him a chance to say something, still not looking at him - "Yes...does he know?"

"No" - She replied coldly - "He never bothered to ask"

Theon slowly walked close to her, trying to reach for her arm, but to no avail. She backed away from him.

"You shouldn't be living like this..." - He said very quietly, obviously nervous of her answer to anything he says.

"Maybe, but this is my life now...thanks to you" - She replied, her expression and tone remained cold and indifferent, but Theon needed to do the right thing, he already messed up a lot.

"I am going to the Iron Islands...y-you should come with me." - Theon proposed, trying to mentally prepare himself for any sort of reaction.

"Are you serious? After everything...you still have the audacity to ask me that?" - She was, with good reason, irritated, Theon's mind started to race to find a good answer, he wanted them to go with him, maybe out of guilt, maybe for other reasons.

"It's not- you shouldn't be living like this-"

"Stop" - She interrupted him immediately - "I know what you are doing...you think that after all this time, you can just come here and 'rescue' us, so then i can forgive and forget what you did-"

Now she was looking at him

Theon was visibly shaking, not even Lady could deny it, he was anxious and stressed over everything at once.

She began to worry - "Theon?"

"I don't deserve..., i am not doing this, because i want you to forgive me...i just, don't to leave you like this...not again"

Now she was very concerned, Theon fucking Greyjoy, the cocky asshole who she once love deeply, was doing something not for his own benefit?

Of course, a lot of time has passed, and she heard rumours, that Theon betrayed the Starks and took Winterfell, killing Bran and Rickon Stark, but she didn't knew what happened to him afterwards.

"What did they do to you, Theon?"

Maybe there was a chance for them.

#ask #a song of ice and fire #yandere concept #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #game of thrones #house greyjoy #theon greyjoy #house mormont #mormont!reader #mama bear

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

A dragon’s scrap of a mid-week update. A tiny (but necessary) chapter. Written in the dual POV of V + R (where V and R definitely do not stand for Viserys and Rhaegar 😂). But anyway, I had a spare moment and finished it early so here you go, friends. Xo

#viserion #rhaegal #daenerys targaryen #jorah mormont #daenerys x jorah #dany x jorah #jorleesi #the dragons love their mama #and they know who loves her best #besides them of course #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #fanfic #the heir of riverrun #brynden tully #roslin frey #brynden x roslin #<3

[springdandelixn]

Home for the Holidays

Summary: As you enter the New Year, you’re forced to relive the horrors of your past.

Warnings: 18+ content, noncon, unprotected sex, predatory vibes. I think that’s it but tell me if I missed anything.

Characters: Dark!DBF!Jorah Mormont x F!Reader

A/N: There is no better way to start 2023 than with Jorah Mormont! I hope you guys had an amazing NYE because I did and I’m so hyped to enter this year and give you guys more of this man.

This is a DARK fic. Warnings have been given so please use them accordingly.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! ❤️

“Will you get the door, please, honey?” Your mom calls from the kitchen and you quickly place the stack of plastic cups atop the table and head over to the front of the house. 

After 3 years of holing up in the city, you gave in to your mom’s wishes and came home for the holidays. It’s not like you had any plans anyway, all your friends going home or leaving the country to celebrate, but still, you would have rather spent Christmas and New Year alone in your apartment than go back to the small town you once called home. 

Trepidation immediately sank into your bones as soon as you stepped off the train, memories of the past surging through you, memories of the man that made you want to flee. Though despite such fears, you felt a deep ache in your heart as soon as you saw your papa waiting outside the terminal, your tears immediately pooling in your eyes as you ran to him and met him with a tight embrace. 

Your parents are the only thing you missed about Brightwood. Everything else be damned. 

The knock on the front door comes again and you take a deep breath before twisting the knob open, putting on a smile as you welcome the visitors that come spilling into the house. Your mom’s friends from her book club, Darlene and Mara give a squeal of excitement upon seeing you, both women wrapping you in a tight embrace, and your dad’s co-workers down at the auto shop; Greg, one of your dad’s friends that witnessed you grow up, even giving your head a pat, like how he used to when you were 5, when he sees you. 

You close the door when no one else comes in but something stops the wooden barrier from catching on the latch. You look to see the hindrance but instead stand frozen in your spot when you see Jorah smirking down at you, fear encasing your entire being as his blue eyes glint dangerously against the evening light. 

“Buttercup—” He breathes as he steps through the threshold, the door closing behind him. “I didn’t know you were coming home.”

“I—“ your voice fizzles in your throat and your skin prickles when his hand slides up your arm, his thumb caressing your skin.

“You look—“

“Jorah,” You snap your head to the side when your dad calls his name. You step out of his hold, wanting to turn away and go back to help your mother in the kitchen but his hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back to him before snaking his arm around your shoulders. “You made it!”

“Harold!” He greets your dad, shaking his hand. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially after seeing your girl back home.” Jorah gives your shoulder a light pat and you look up at your dad who gives his best friend a wide smile.

“Yeah.” Your dad glances down at you before facing him again. “She came home the eve of Christmas. I believe you were up on the island with your family?”

“Aye. Not as much fun as I wished, that's why I came home earlier than planned. But I did end up getting what I came for.”

“Your pa finally gave you the brewery?”

“Sure did. The contract has been signed and all.” He grins and you then feel Jorah’s eyes on you, your body tensing in his hold from the way he stares. “So, buttercup, what have you been up—“

You look away in the direction of your mom when she calls out your name and you feel a sense of relief wash over you as she asks you to help accommodate the guests. 

“I have to go help mama.” You tell both men, your dad nodding at your words, and you slip away from Jorah’s arm and sidle past your dad.

“We’ll catch up later, buttercup.” He calls at you and you cringe in disgust at the nickname.

The party goes smoothly and you make it a point to stay away from Jorah. Each time he goes near, you go to your mom and help her entertain the guest. You even made a point to sit beside her book club friends and endure their embarrassing questions. But you’d rather surrender to their attention than be trapped by your father’s best friend. 

As Marla talks about her new online business, you see Jorah talking to your dad and his other friends in the backyard, beer bottle in hand and a cigarette in the other. He hasn’t changed since you last saw him except for the gray mixing in with his golden hair, his beard still trimmed neat, emphasizing the sharpness of his cheekbones. His body looks more muscular than before, probably from working at the auto shop, seeing how his powder blue button up clings to his chest and arms. 

But he catches you staring, a smirk playing on his lips when your eyes meet his and you immediately look away, excusing yourself from your mom and her group, giving them the intention of cleaning up the kitchen and preparing the dessert. 

“Don’t forget the countdown, honey.” Your mother tells you, assuring her that you wouldn’t.

You get to work and grab the discarded paper plates on the side and toss them in the bin, even taking the empty serving dishes and stacking them in the dishwasher to save your mom time from cleaning after. Once satisfied, you take out the cake your mom baked earlier in the day from the fridge and set it down on the kitchen island, preparing the smaller paper plates at the side for the guests to take. 

As soon as you finish tidying up the kitchen as much as you can, you make your way up the stairs with the intention of staying in your room before the countdown begins. But before you can even reach your bedroom door, your body goes into panic when a hand clamps down over your mouth, an arm circling your waist and you’re pulled inside the bathroom, the door closing and the lock clicking in place. 

Jorah’s face reflects back at you in the mirror of the vanity cabinet, fear running up your spine when you see the devilish smile on his lips. You murmur in protest against his palm and try to push him away, trying to wretch his hand from your mouth when he buries his nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.   

“God, I’ve missed you, buttercup.” He mumbles against your skin, his hand on your waist moving to caress your thigh before slipping it under the skirt of your dress. “I never stopped thinking about you after you left.”

You try to speak, to pull your mouth free of his hand, or even bite it but he only adds pressure on his hand, completely stilling any movement you could make with your mouth. Tears pool at the corner of your eyes when he cups your sex, his fingers deftly pushing the fabric of your panties to the side, your knees shaking as he rolls the pad of his digits against your clit. 

You’re suddenly transported back to the vacation house at Bear Island, his home island. The seemingly innocent invitation to spend the summer at his home turned into a horrific experience that will forever be implanted in your brain. How he snuck up into your room one night and tainted the way you saw him. How he was no longer the best friend of your dad that always hung around the house when fixing up your dad’s old beat-up truck or the man who gave you such beautiful presents during the holidays. No longer the cool guy of the party, sneaking you sips of beer or giving you your first cigarette.  

No.

He became your tormentor, the demon lurking and striking when an opportunity is presented. That even when you tried to distance yourself from him, seeking refuge from your parents in order to keep him away, he always found a way to get to you, to claim you, to abuse you. 

His thumb replaces his fingers on your clit as his digits dip into your cunt. First one then two, moaning into his hand when your walls squeeze him tight, your body going rigid against his solid chest when he thrusts them, slowly at first then faster soon after. You feel your cunt go slick with each thrust he makes, whimpering when he buries his digits knuckle deep. You try to close your legs, to squeeze him out of you but he slips his knee between your legs, his foot pushing against yours to keep your wide open. 

“I know you missed me too, buttercup.” He drawls, lips scattering kisses on your shoulder before pressing them against your temple. “I bet no one has fucked your cunt the way I did. No one making you feel good the way I do.” He inhales once more, his hand slipping from your mouth. But before you could even call for help, his hand wraps around your neck, fingers pressing against the sides, preventing you from screaming. 

“Jorah—” You gurgle, your hands lifting to grab his wrist but he only tightens his hand around your throat. “Please—”

“See, you’re already begging for me.” He chuckles darkly against your cheek, huffing when he suddenly pulls his hand away from your cunt and your ears pique up when you hear the buckle of his belt clinking as he undoes it, the telltale sound of his zipper bouncing off the walls, pinging in your ears along with the heavy pounding of your heart. 

You try once more to push him away, twisting your body against his to free yourself from his grasp. But Jorah is fast despite his age, grabbing you instantly when you pull yourself free and slamming against the concrete wall of the bathroom, your head bouncing painfully against the hard surface. 

“Ah, you’re fighting back now, huh?” He taunts, pressing the length of his arm across your chest as he pins you to the wall. 

Your head spins, your vision momentarily blurring from the impact and you can’t find the strength in you to fight back when he rips your panties off easily, the fabric dropping down to the floor before he wraps your leg around his waist. 

You see his eyes grow dark when you regain some sense of clarity, your hands pressing against his chest as he pokes blindly for your cunt with the tip of his cock. Though he wastes no time when he finds your entrance, a gasp leaving your lips when he finally thrusts himself past your folds, Jorah groaning lowly when he pushes himself inch by inch, his forehead pressing down against yours when he bottoms out. 

His beer-laced breath fans against your face when he exhales heavily from his sudden intrusion, pain radiating throughout your pelvis as your walls try to take in his size. Your pussy walls flutter around him and you whine when he slowly pulls out,  your grip on his shirt tightening when he pushes back in just as fast, your chest heaving as he begins to fuck you at a relentless pace. 

The pain only worsens each time he thrusts back in, your hands balling into fists as you still attempt to push him away. But his strong physique is no match for you. With the way he traps you against the wall, even when his arm slips from your chest, and takes you as he pleases, forcing himself upon you just like he did years ago. 

His hand reaches up to cup the side of your face, his lips pressing against yours as he tries to kiss you, forcing his tongue into your mouth and dominating you with every fiber of his being. It’s as if he’ll swallow you whole, with how he devours you through the kiss and you can only moan against his mouth, muffling your cries for him to stop. But such attempts dwindle down, shame washing over you when the unwanted pleasure ultimately encases you entirely. 

You gasp for air when he finally pulls away from your mouth, his face pressing against the side of your face as he moves to hook his arms underneath your thighs, lifting you and completely imprisoning you to him. He bounces you against his cock, the squelching of your pussy and your skin slapping against his filling your ears and the small space of the bathroom.

Panic then fills your veins when you hear your dad shout below, calling you to join them downstairs as the fireworks are about to begin. You want to call out, to scream for him to rescue you but all words die from your lips when Jorah gives a hard thrust, your body shaking and your back arching against the hard surface when he hits your sweet spot. 

“You feel so good, buttercup.” He growls against your cheek, gabbling incoherently like a fool when he picks up his pace, hissing when you feel his cock throbbing inside of you, the action only serving to twist the coil at the pit of your stomach. “No one has such a sweet pussy like yours.”

His thrusts become frantic, his breathing growing heavy as he continues to rut against your cunt. Your spine tingles each time he hits your sacred spot within, your walls tightening around him even further, the coil within you turning and turning with each thrust. A shuddering mewl then slips from your lips when you shatter around him, your juices coating his cock, lubricating him further and you moan once more when he easily slides deeper. 

His nails dig into your flesh when he pushes you back against the wall. Your name then spills from his lips when he follows after you, his seed filling you to the brim that you feel your mixed essence drip from your cunt and smear against your thighs. 

Jorah continues to thrust against you, riding down his high and pulling you down from yours all the same. He then sets you down, your body going limp against his as you try to put your feet underneath you. Your ears fill with the muffled sound of fireworks booming outside of the house, your body too tired and mind too muddled and exhausted to even care about the festivities that you’re supposed to take part in. 

“Happy New Year, buttercup,” Jorah whispers against your cheek, and tears once more spill from your eyes when he presses a kiss on your forehead.

#jorah mormont #jorah mormont x reader #dark jorah mormont #dark!jorah mormont #jorah mormont au #dbf!jorah mormont #dark fic #home for the holidays #game of thrones au #modern au #coconut bun stories

[spinel224]

A New Life- Sandor Clegane x OC

So i wrote my first fanfic. it’s technically an x OC but can be read as an x reader. It is written with female pronouns. written in first person perspective.

Summary: Years after the Great and Final wars, Sandor Clegane has finally been able to settle down and have a family.

Seven years after the War of the Dead and the end of the Lannister and Targarean rule. Bran has now taken over as King of the Six Kingdoms. Many lives were lost in both wars, Jorah and Lyanna Mormont, Beric Dondarrian, Theon Greyjoy, Missandei of Narth, Gregor Clegane, Jaime and Cersie Lannister, and Daenerys Targaryen. 

A loud Thwack broke me from my thoughts. Giggling was heard outside and thudding followed. I moved to the window facing the backyard and sat on the bench installed on it. Outside was Sandor, he was setting up another log to cut for the fireplace. He wore a brown shirt and gray pants, his boots were worn and needed to be replaced. Four children joined him outside, the oldest- Devan- was moving the cut wood into a nice pile and grabbing more pieces for Sandor to cut. His twin- Arianna or Ari- was collecting dandelions in a little wicker basket. The youngest girl- Rayna- was sitting by the apple tree in the yard and reading to the baby of the family- Spencer.

Smiling, I moved to the backdoor and slipped on my shoes. I opened the door and stepped outside. “Mama!”, Ari exclaimed running at me full speed. I crouched and wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and picked her up. She dropped the basket and put her arms around my neck. I smooched her on the cheek, “Hello Sweet Girl.”, I moved her long brown hair out of her face and behind her ear.

I put Ari down and she ran over to the apple tree to join two of her siblings. Sandor stood infront of me and leaned down. His beard tickled my chin and cheeks when we kissed. Giggling, I looked up at him, “You’ve been at it all morning. Perhaps you could take a break?” He huffed at me and smiled. “Aye, just wanted to make sure we had enough wood.” He kissed me again and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him down more. There was a loud gagging noise, separating we looked over to see Devan looking at us with disgust as he held a cut piece of wood. I laughed and let go of Sandor. “Alright everyone inside, lunch is ready.” The children hurriedly collected there things and went to run inside. Ari with her wicker basket, Rayna with her book, and Devan giving Spencer a piggyback ride. Once the children were inside I turned back to my husband. Scooping me up into his arms, he kissed me again. Smiling into it, I put my hand in his hair. We separated and looked at each other.

“I love you, my Hound.”

“I love you too, Little Vixian”

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #game of thrones #Sandor clegane #Sandor clegane x oc #sandor clegane x reader

[asoiaf-artbrdr]

Maege Mormont

Mama Bear! I love a good warrior woman. And Maege is such an awesome mix of different identities, it's hard not to be fascinated by her. A mother and a soldier, a woman and a lord, and she's one of our rare examples of Northern ladies, too... I quite like her.

#house mormont #asoiaf fanart #artbreeder #valyrianscrolls #megamikenzie #queue better believe it #maege mormont

[okamiprincess15]

List of rottmnt fanfic crossovers I’d currently LOVE to see:

Some kind of Final Fantasy crossover (preferably FF14 but I’m not too picky on this, I’ll take what I can get). I just wanna see the boys dressed up in Final Fantasy esque outfits and use FF type magic and summons. (If not Final Fantasy then some other sort of JRPG series like Wild Arms, Dragon Quest, the Mana series, the Tales series, the Star Ocean series, or the Xenosaga series will do. Donnie would probably be ecstatic with the technology of either of those last two.)

RWBY (they’d almost NEVER be bored for long on Remnant with all those Grimm to kill. And Donnie would LOVE the weapons, as well as the chance to study Dust)

Stargate (either SG1 or Atlantis) Possible Idea: What if one of the two missing female turtle siblings (I’m thinking Jennika, although she’d probably be named Jennifer in this instead. I just love the idea of a heavy metal loving snapper type female turtle.) winds up in the custody of a member of SG-1 as a turtle tot (Perhaps having been rescued from the NID?)? And post Kraang invasion Casey Jr. is the one to inform the rest of the Hamato Clan that, ‘Hey Draxum? Those two female turtles you thought were dead are actually alive. One of them’s Big Mama’s assistant, and the other was raised by a member of the US Air Force.’

4. ASOIAF (NOT THE TV SHOW, THE BOOKS!! That last season was especially awful.). I love the idea of the turtles having to navigate through politics and political intrigue (Rise Leo would probably be especially good at it). I’m thinking maybe the Krang had a failsafe that would cause the planet to slowly start dying, that was put into place not long after getting out of the prison dimension, in case they were somehow sealed away in the prison dimension again (they may all have a superiority complex but they’re not stupid, if it could happen once it could happen again). And that Sister Kraang activated it before being captured by the E.P.F. (It was never utilized in the bad timeline because they were obviously winning, so Casey Jr. didn’t , nor anyone else in the resistance, know about it). The Kraang, knowing that Earth still didn’t have the technology for interstellar space flight, assumed that this would spell the end of Earth native sentient life if activated.

However Donnie was able to get an early enough warning (a few months after the invasion) with sufficient proof through his tech, that the Hamatos were able to warn the human and yokai governments of the world. There wasn’t enough time to develop and build sufficiently advanced space ships to get most of Earth’s population off before the Earth expired. However it WAS deemed possible to make a very large dimensional portal to a planet with a similar environment to Earth’s with enough mystic artifacts designed to handle dealing with the immense strain, with Mikey with the help of a bunch of other yokai mages opening the portal. And while Earth’s entire yokai population is small enough to be brought through, they’d still only be able to bring with them a fraction of the Earth’s human population (a fact that haunts the Hamato Clan for the rest of their lives), and thus the human governments had to prioritize who would make the journey.

I’m thinking since so little is known about it, that they wind up in the mysterious landmass of Ulthos when Raph is 19, in the year 295 AC. And through a series of events (including the fact that they saved Earth from the Kraang invasion and Mikey’s instrumental role in the ‘evacuation’ of Earth) that the Hamato Clan practically becomes major nobility, possibly being the closest thing to royalty, in the new Ulthos civilization by the turtles early twenties.

Suggested Pairings: I was thinking they could be Leo/Usagi (they met during the beginning of the preparation for the evacuation and got married not long after arriving in Ulthos)

Raph/Dacey Mormont (A Mormont woman would probably be the only type of noblewoman not to be scared off by Raph’s appearance and size, plus she’s awesome and I hate how she got killed off in canon. Her being in Ulthos with her husband, would be better then killing her off in my opinion)

Donnie/ a daughter of Bu Gai, the current Azure Emperor of Yi Ti (initially a political arranged marriage due to Yi Ti’s close proximity to Ulthos, as well as being a major trade partner, but they do eventually fall in love. Leo and Raph are NOT happy about their family being put into a position by the newly created Ulthos government where their father had to accept the betrothal, since Leo and Raph both married for love, but Donnie is pragmatic enough to not publicly put up too much of a fuss. Might make for good plot, since Yi Ti by the time ASOIAF starts is based on Imperial China, vaguely based on the Three Kingdoms era.)

Mikey/ A daughter of a Braavosi Magister (another arranged marriage from another major trade partner of Ulthos, but they do grow fond of each other). Course these are just suggestions, feel free to pick what you want as long as it makes sense.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rise donnie #rottmnt leo #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #fanfiction requests #crossover fanfic #tmnt crossover #man i wish #there were more types of rottmnt crossovers #if anybody does one of these please let me know #I want to read them #dms or comments to this will do

[thronesfms]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓  ,  and  may  the  gods  have  mercy  on  you  as  you  play  the  game  ,  henry  and  brynden  and  maeve  !  the  faceclaim  of  daniel  henney  and  ruairi  o’connor  and  sai  bennett  are  now  taken  .  please  make  sure  to  follow  each  step  on  our  checklist  and  submit  your  account  within  24  hours  .

╰ ┈ [ daniel henney , 40 , cismale , he/him ] in the time of dragons , henry mormont is entering the game of thrones . said to be reserved + practical; we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be guilt ridden + stubborn . when asked about them , people are always reminded of a baby's crib abandoned covered in spider webs, knights training grounds, a northerners  chill with a summer glow, a long lock of curly brown hair  . though they are the lord commander of the kings guard/ ruling lord of bear island , their true loyalties lie with house Targeryon and rumor has it that if given the choice they would support the prince of summerhall above all else. those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come . ── beau

╰     ┈     [  ruairi o’connor , 24 , cis make , he/him ]  in the time of dragons , BRYNDEN MARBRAND is entering the game of thrones . said to be obedient + determined , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be insecure + timid . when asked about them , people are always reminded of arrows scattered on the ground, horse prints on muddy ground, sound of rain trickling. though they are the LORD OF ASHEMARK , their true loyalties lie with house marbrand and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support their family above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come .   ──  kai , 23 , gmt +8 , she/her

╰     ┈     [  sai bennett , 28 , female , she/her ]  in the time of dragons , MAEVE WHENT is entering the game of thrones . said to be resilient + intuitive , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be opinionated  + willful . when asked about them , people are always reminded of passing under overgrown trees dangling over the river, muddied skirts lifted so that feet can run, a candle still lit when the morning sun breaks along the horizon. though they are the LADY OF HARRENHAL , their true loyalties lie with house whent and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support the prince of dragonstone / their family above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come .   * cassian baby mama wc

#appless rp #got rp #period rp #hotd rp #fantasy rp #thrones.accepted #updating the pages 2morrow

[pettyprocrastination]

what is it about character that can shift into animals that makes me just foam at the fucking mouth. Go positively bonkers. Absolutely apeshit.

#tj talks #LIKE #what is it #incubus ezra #mama mormont #AND the werewolf ideas #and dont even get me STARTED on fleetwoods selkie au

[rumaan]

Lyanna Mormont; a fucking boss right until the end

#my bb bear did her mama and sisters proud #lyanna mormont #rumaan watches got #got spoilers

[alannybunnue]

How about after one of their nights together, theon wakes up and the reader is gone. He panics thinking she left again and scrambles to find her. He's freaking out. But the reader just left to use the bathroom or something like that. He finds her and mama bear readers like calm down I just had to pee. They go back to bed after she calms him down and he just clings to her like a freaking python.

And then Baby bear joins the pile

Honestly, the fact that we are making Theon into this traumatized clingy sub boy is making me laugh too hard

#ask #a song of ice and fire #yandere concept #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #game of thrones #house greyjoy #theon greyjoy #house mormont #mormont!reader #mama bear

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

@salzrand​ - Lord and Lady Mormont being all in love and stuff <3

#daenerys targaryen #jorah mormont #daenerys x jorah #dany x jorah #jorleesi #viserys targaryen #olenna tyrell #bear island #ile aux ours #MY FAVE BEAR ISLAND WINDOW #seriously #i would just curl up with a book on this bench #like all day every day #that sounds like lyra actually #which she does #when she's not away hunting zombies #;) #parents to be #mama and papa bear in repose #art by salzrand #<3

[ambrosegraph]

Maege is a hoary old snark, stubborn, short-tempered, and willful. Truth be told, I can hardly stand to be around the wretched woman, but that does not mean my love for her is any less than the love you bear your half sisters.

Jeor Mormont to Jon Snow in A Storm of Swords

#maege mormont #house mormont #maison mormont #Aesthetic #aestetic #aestethic #maege mormont aestethic #she bear #mama bear #natalia worner #got #gotedit

[a-libra-writes]

Being a Daughter of House Mormont

That anon got me thinkin about it (yall know who you are) so here's my self-indulgent stuff ENJOY might do with other Houses or add more details later :Y

You’re one of Lady Maege’s many daughters, though you’ve never felt overlooked or ignored in your large family. With Uncle Jeor at the wall, cousin Jorah dishonored and disowned, and your own father passed on for some years - you and your sisters have had plenty of experience running the household and tending to your smallfolk on Bear Island.

From a young age you were all taught the same things. Fishing, hunting, skills with the axe, spear or bow and preparing for winter. Even at that young age you knew these weren’t the typical skills learned of a lady, but your mother made it clear that the Island (and the North itself) was kind to no one. And in this world, a woman needed to care for herself. As you knew from experience, men wouldn’t always been around to “fix” things.

Your older sisters Dacey and Alysane would help teach you as well, being far more patient than your lady mother. Dacey would be great at finding out what weapon you were best with, while Alysane would help you train your strength and hunting skills. Even if you were abysmal at it all or had no interest, you’d have to learn the basics. Learning how to use a hunting knife for both defense and practicality is a must. After all, you’d be expected to help your three younger sisters - and who could say if the women of Bear Island needed to defend themselves?

Gods, you’ve heard the stories of the raiding Ironborn and savage free folk hundreds of times. The way your mother spoke, it’s as though it happened just yesterday, not centuries ago.

Still, if you had a genuine interest in reading, art, dancing, fashion, etc - you would be allowed to pursue such things in your freetime. There’s little in the way of typical court on Bear Island, but your sister Dacey would help you sew pretty dresses. Alysane would find interesting books of tales or poems when she went to port. Your little sisters would help you gather materials to craft something. Or on a name day you'll never forget, your mother would've acquired a beautiful harp she knew you wanted to learn to play, even if she always said music was frivolous.

You and your sisters typically shared two rooms. Mormont Keep is modest, and the island is cold, besides. So you all would shuffle between them, with the sleepier girls going to one room and the ones who wanted to stay up to share scary stories going in the other room. You'd all bundle under wolf and bear pelts, each sister dozing off one by one until you were all dead asleep. Though no matter what, you could always hear Alysane snoring through the thick oak walls.

On rare occasions, you went to harvest feasts or name day celebrations at Winterfell. Your mother is incredibly loyal to Lord Stark, and you knew she was trying to compensate for the shame her nephew brought to the house. You were quite young when it happened, but you still heard people whisper about it. You knew it infuriated your mother and she would’ve challenged every rumor-monger to a duel, if she could.

… Maybe you got into some fist fights over it as a young girl. If it was one thing your upbringing taught, it was how to wind back and sock someone just right. Mama didn't raise you to sit and take it.

When visiting the mainland, one thing you immediately noticed when socializing with girls your age was how hyper-focused they were on marriage, how it occupied all their thoughts and worries. That, and they either looked down upon you or pitied you for living in such a “distant” Island, even by Northern standards. It was so strange compared to how you were brought up: The discussion of marriage was… minimal, other than it would happen eventually. If anything, you were taught to not rely on it. Even Dacey was dismissive of it, and she was of marrying age and had plenty of beauty.

If anything, you thought you had it better than some of the other ladies. Your mother let you do whatever you wished long as you finished chores, you had younger sisters to play with and older sisters to learn from, your mother spoke bluntly yet respected you as a person, you had responsibilities that led to confidence and many useful skills. Some of the other ladies you met were so wrapped up in anxieties and treated like afterthoughts by their families… and they didn't seem to know what they actually liked or wanted.

It’s a surprisingly calm and steady life, with occasional dangers and boredoms. If you were someone who dreamed big, who wanted to explore, it could become unbearable. If you were content with the modest living, the chores, the wilderness… Bear Island is really its own isolated world. You could forget all about the rest of the North, or Westeros for that matter.

The war breaking out is a surprise. You didn’t know much about Southern politics, but your family wasn’t about to let Ned Stark’s death go unavenged. If you had the combat skill, you would join your mother and sisters to battle. However, she might have you stay on Bear Island, protecting the smallfolk and keeping Mormont Keep standing. It would be a serious duty she’d leave to you, especially once Winterfell was taken by Theon Turncloak…

#im writing other stuff too just had to get these brain bees out #idk how to tag this lol #asoiaf imagines #game of thrones imagines #got imagines #sure why not #libra headcanons

[keepingupwiththeboltons]

Asoiaf characters as "the dirt" quotes"

Robert Baratheon: "And what do you do when you're born in the wrong time? you make it yours"

Theon greyjoy: "Speaking of bad choices, that's me. tryin' to prove how punk I am"

sandor clegane:"what band?"

the golden company: "We weren't a band. we were a gang. a gang of fucking idiots"

tyrion lannister: "If we're gonna start this story right we have to start with my happy childhood"

brandon stark: "FUCK YOU!" *slams guitar against the wall*

young griff: "Dude! Fuck, yeah! Finally my turn!"

Bobby B: "I'm just a hopeless fuckin' romantic dude"

Jaime talking to arther dayne: "I got your poster on my bedroom wall."

Theon: *circles name*

Robb: "that dude looks pretty cool"

ramsay bolton: mick's terrible wig in the first scene he's in

Barristan Selmy: "you're gonna listen to this old dude over me? fUck you guys man!"

Allister thorne: "fuck you you fuckin' teenager"

jojen reed: "but what they didn't know was I was slowly becoming a fucking cripple too"

theon greyjoy: "I made the mistake many unwanted children make. I went chasing ghosts"

barn: "I fuckin' love this little guy"

raghar targaryn: "We're looking for a skinny blonde fucker with moves"

the entire night's watch @ jon snow when satin flowers gets there: "Tommy! your boy's here!"

daario: "Man, my girlfriend spent like 800 bucks on these leather pants"

shea: *coming out from under the table* "No? not for you?"

jon connington: "He's a good guy, and its kinda shitty he got cut from this movie"

littlefinger: "well I make them a shitton of money and I take care of everything they need"

lancel lannister: "We're gonna fucking die!"

the night's watch: "We've got an old man, a kid drummer, a coverband singer and a fucking runaway! no one would have thought we'd make it here so fuck them. win it all, or lose it all, we're montly fuckin' crue!"

ned stark: "I happen to have respect for myself and the females of our species."

lord commander Mormont: "What did you idiots do now?"

tyrion: *snorting cocaine off a hooker's ass*

alane Stone: "Fake Rocks"

cersie: "because she is. she's a cunt"

lyanna: "It's not like she has anything to do with us getting married"

all of house frey @ robb stark: "Fuck you and fuck your mother!"

joffery: "Yo are such a spoiled little mama's boy 'cause you wanna crawl back inside her cunt!"

Beric dondarrion: "My back hurts from carrying this band all tour"

Theon: "what does this mysterious person benefit from my sexual humiliation?"

both Jons: *glaring at someone having a happy relationship while drinking what is probably alcohol*

Sansa: "I wish I had a girlfriend"

gendry: "Do you remember pissing on that cop car last night?" "Uh no"

theon @ ned: "you are not my fuckin' father and you are not my fuckin' friend!"

"I'm good. it's all good"

edmure tully: "Are you gonna do this on the happiest day of my life asshole"

roose bolton: "blah de blah, fucking blah"

mel: *angrily lights incense*

#apologies to all our followers #game of thrones #asoiaf #the dirt #robert baratheon #jon snow #theon greyjoy #robb stark #arya stark #gendry waters #sansa stark #melisandre #roose bolton #ramsay bolton #beric dondarrion #joffrey baratheon #daario naharis #edmure tully #jon connington #robbert stark #cersie lannister #alane stone #tyrion lannister #jaime lannister #young griff #ned stark #lancel lannister #sandor clegane #brandon stark #littlefinger

[nocheiraia]

@istaricelebelasse ask me for the "give me a character" Theon, Sansa, Robb and Ned

Theon

*How I feel about this character

My baby boy! I love him.

*All the people I ship romantically with this character

Robb, Sansa, Jon and Patrick Mallister.

*My non-romantic OTP for this character

Dagmer (his real father), his mama Alannys, Yara/Asha, Wex and Aeron (bc my babies). I'm also curious about his future friendship with Jeyne Poole. (Babies). Adding Smiler, also.

*My unpopular opinion about this character

Surprise, surprise but a hostage owe nothing to his captors. /Also, conquest Winterfell wasn't a stupid idea, was very clever./

*One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Be happy and safe with his mama in the Iron Islands. (How? Explain in other question)

Sansa

*How I feel about this character

My little girl, love her.

*All the people I ship romantically with this character

Theon, Margaery, Jeyne P and Mya Stone.

*My non-romantic OTP for this character

Beth Cassel, I ship her with Jeyne Poole but I love their friendship. Her siblings, obvs. Cat and I wish we can get more of her and Mya Stone. Brienne too. And Lady!

*My unpopular opinion about this character

Surprise, surprise, but being a 11 years old little gilr with emotions doesn't mean she's a brat or a villain.

*One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I want a reunion with Jeyne Poole and I want they both kill LF together.

Robb

*How I feel about this character

My boy, he's my baby.

*All the people I ship romantically with this character

Theon.

I think Robb and Jeyne W are cute.

*My non-romantic OTP for this charactes

Jon and his siblings in general I ship Robb with Theon but their childhood friendship is important for me. Cat! Dacey Mormont, too. And Grey Wind.

*My unpopular opinion about this character

Robb didn't change Sansa and Arya for Jaime Lannister bc he was scared that the North would turn against him, but I still believe it wasn't a good movement and that was a mistake. Also, stop pretending his death was his fault. It wasn't.

*One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

He living?!! Also, curious about his POV

Ned

*How I feel about this character

I really like him.

*All the people I ship romantically with this character

Catelyn Tully! His lady wife. Cat.

I also will like a enemies to still enemies but now with sex with Jaime Lannister, lol.

*My non-romantic OTP for this character

Young Robert and Young Ned! Also, Brandon Stark and Howland Reed.

*My unpopular opinion about this character

Ned is not honor, he wants do the correct things. He's a Stark as name and an Arryn as childhood, but he's a Tully: Family, duty, honor. He choose family over honor. And this is canon.

*One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

He believing the Nigth Watch's man and ignoring Robert's petition.

Not kidnnaped Theon.

Thanks for the ask and for save me!❤

[vivilove-jonsa]

The Field Where I Died

Jon watches over Sansa even in death...

@jonsa-week  Day 1 Prompt-Present

A gift for @chocolateghost because he likes pain please don’t hate me

Read below or on ao3

***

The field where they were to meet was off Highway 11. It was a large field but surrounded by trees. He didn’t like the isolated feel of this but his informant had said it was someplace he’d never be spotted. Edd had berated him about going, saying he shouldn’t go alone but this guy was nervous enough without pulling his partner along. This was also the break they needed.

Three months, Jon and Edd had been working this case. Three months of chasing leads and this was the best one yet. Organized crime would feel the ripples of this bust from the local thugs all the way up to the capos and the boss. Jon figured it’d give him a little more cred in the department, from detective to sergeant probably, maybe lieutenant in another five years if he was lucky.

That was good. The school year would end soon and Sansa had already said she wanted to stay home with the baby the first year. Four years they’d been married. They’d been together since they were kids other than one stupid fight first year of college that had busted them up for six miserable months. When he’d won her back, he’d sworn to himself then he’d never let her go again. Even if someday she didn’t want him anymore, his heart would always be hers. So many guys in the department wound up divorced but he could never imagine that for him and Sansa.

On the perimeter of the field, he spied a white shape moving along the tree line. It was dusk out already and it gave him a chill. But soon he realized it was just a dog. He whistled and the animal stopped, its head tilted to the side.

“Hey, boy,” he called. “Thought you were a ghost.”

The dog approached him, wagging its tail in a friendly way. Oh, to enjoy the carefree life of a dog.

Jon checked for a collar. There was none. “You’re a sweet boy. I’d take you home if I could. Sansa would spoil you rotten. Not sure tonight’s the best night though,” he said as he heard a car pulling off the road.

The dog slunk off towards the trees as the car pulled to a stop. His guy on the inside was running a few minutes behind, not abnormal for him. The guy was always so twitchy.

The doors opened, both driver and passenger side and too late Jon realized it was not his guy. His arm already felt heavy when he started returning fire. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed how dark it was growing when he saw a flash of white moving through the trees again. He needed to get home. Sansa would be waiting.

 *****

Jon was working late. The doorbell was not expected at this time of night. She’d been a cop’s wife for nearly four years now. She’d told herself detective work was less dangerous than being a uni. But dread filled her in a heartbeat with the dying echo of that doorbell.

She glanced down at her left hand. The diamond ring and gold band Jon had given her winked at her under the light of the foyer. She had her hand poised protectively over her rounded belly when she opened the door.

Edd was standing behind Chief Mormont and another one she’d never met. A chaplain, she realized. Her blood seemed to freeze inside her. There were tears in Edd’s eyes. The chief was choking on his words.

The white stray she’d found sitting outside their home this evening when she’d returned from Jeyne’s nuzzled against her leg and whined. She’d brought it inside to feed and wondered how Jon would feel about keeping him if they couldn’t find the owner.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Snow,” the chaplain said.

****** 

 He’d come home to her. He’d never made promises about those things because it seemed like a foolhardy promise for a cop to make. But he’d raced across the field and through the woods and back home that night to find her. He couldn’t leave her. He loved her too much to leave her alone.

But she wasn’t the same with him…or he wasn’t the same. Things were different than they’d been somehow. She still loved him, he knew, and he loved her so much. His whole world lit up when she walked in the door and would be cast into darkness when she went away. But she’d come back. She always did and his heart would soar when he saw her.

She would touch him but not like before. She said she shouldn’t let him sleep with her. He didn’t understand. Because of the baby? Was she upset with him? But they were just sleeping, just lying together and that was enough for him. And in the end, she’d always call him to bed when she turned out the lights at night.

Her kisses were different. His were, too. She’d run her fingers through his hair and murmur things to him but it wasn’t intimate in the same way. It was affectionate but not intimate.

She was sad, very sad. She cried a lot. She told him the Celexa was considered safe during pregnancy but she couldn’t take the risk. She poured the bottle’s contents down the toilet. He didn’t understand. She said the baby was all that mattered now. Didn’t she know that she mattered too?

He’d do whatever he could to comfort her, to express his own grief, to show her he was by her side. And he knew she got it. She told him she didn’t know what she’d do without him. Her salty tears wetted his tongue and after a while she’d give him something to eat.

Edd came to visit often. They didn’t talk to each other like before but Edd would reach out and touch him. He hated seeing his partner and friend so sad.

“He came to you that night?” Edd asked, mystified.

“Yeah.”

“What’s his name?”

“Ghost.”

 ******* 

Even though school wasn’t out just yet, she was already off from work. She didn’t go many places but when she did, she took him with her.

“I need you with me,” she told him. “You make me stronger.”

He wasn’t going anywhere without her. She could have every ounce of his strength if she needed.

When the time drew closer, he heard her talking with her mom. They’d laughed at the idea of a home birth before but now Sansa was insistent. “I don’t want to go to the hospital. I want to be home. I want Ghost near when he comes,” she told her mother who didn’t understand.

Something could go wrong and it worried him but it was ultimately her body that would be giving birth to his son. He would trust her judgment.

Then one night, he sat at the end of the bed, frustrated that he couldn’t see better and couldn’t understand it all. Her strained grunts and stifled cries made him feel sick, made him feel shaky, made him feel like pacing. He paced. Didn’t expectant fathers do lots of pacing?

“Go lie down!” her mother barked at him.

“He’s fine,” Sansa told her mother through clenched teeth.

The cry of their child was heard an hour later, just as he’d finally laid down with fatigue. He could only imagine how tired she must be.

He didn’t get to hold him but he saw him, grey eyes blinking at him with a scruff of dark hair. He smelled funny but he already knew he’d do anything for him, do anything to keep him safe just like Sansa.

“Darling,” his mother-in-law said, “Have you decided for sure about the name?”

“Yes. His name is Jon.”

******* 

At first, it was a never ending drudgery of forty-minute naps and feedings and diaper changes and crying, an endless cycle. He followed them everywhere around the house and, when Sansa would start to cry too, he’d be there to comfort her.

“Ghost watches over us both, Jon,” she’d say.

But soon, time had a way of speeding up on him. Little Jon would smile so big when he saw his mama or his daddy, those genuine social smiles that parents await so eagerly. Then, before long he was sitting up and soon he was crawling, it seemed.

He followed him everywhere. He’d curl up and nap by the crib if Sansa didn’t need him.

He’d watch over his son by day and lay by his wife at night. She’d caress his neck and shoulder until she’d drift off to sleep.

One night, a prowler came around. He could hear him outside. Sansa heard him, too. She grabbed the baby and was afraid, reaching for the phone. But he was there. He didn’t even need a gun, just his voice. He’d always protect them. He scared the prowler away.

****** 

Edd came over regularly to check on his wife and son. He was a good friend and a good partner. They’d always said they’d look after each other’s family no matter what. Edd had an elderly mother. Jon had a wife and son.

He wasn’t jealous that Edd could pick his son up when he couldn’t. He enjoyed watching his friend lift the baby up high in the air, getting belly laughs that would put a smile on that dour old face.

Some nights, Edd would stop by for coffee after Jon had been put to bed and they’d talk. He’d listen to everything they said but not all of it made since.

But one time, Edd took Sansa’s hand in his, speaking earnestly and he didn’t like that.

“Ghost, no!” Sansa said sharply.

He was angry and confused. He backed away at her command all the same. He always did what she told him. He loved her and wanted to please her.

But she turned to Edd the next minute, gently pulling her hand away from his. “I’m sorry. I can’t…I can’t think of such things yet. Maybe not ever.”

 ****** 

Today was important somehow. He wasn’t sure why but Sansa had asked Edd to drive them somewhere. He enjoyed getting out once in a while. He got tired of always being at the house or in the yard.

He climbed into the back next to Little Jon and laid his head over the boy’s lap. He was nearly two now. He would giggle and tug at his ears. He didn’t mind.

“Are you sure, Sansa?”

“I just want to see it. I want to know where it happened.”

The car stopped and he got out. Sansa reached for their boy.

It was sunny out, not dusk like before. But he knew the smell of these woods. They woke something within him, some old hurt or fear, something bad had happened here.

Edd stood back a respectful distance with his hat in his hands and tears in his eyes again. He loved Edd and hated for his friend to be sad like this. But Sansa could never love Edd the way she loved him. They were meant to be together always.

Sansa was carrying their son, saying words the child didn’t understand. She just needed to get this out of her system. She needed to see it for herself.

“I know you don’t understand,” she whispered to the boy. “But this is where your father…”

She stopped speaking, too choked up with emotions, but Ghost understood at last.

 This is the field where I died.

***

{And then Sansa woke up from that awful dream, right?}

#jonsa fanfiction #jonsaweek2019 #jonsa #I'm so sorry #it is the saddest thing I've written i know #character death #ghost!jon snow