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pinkykats-place · 10 months

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Alliance

Ned Stark x second wife! Reader

Four Part Series

Surviving || Series Masterlist

{Ned Stark x Reader}

Summary: It was a classic romance. You were barren, his wife had passed, and you’d met through your father. It was a wonder the minstrels weren’t already singing songs about you.

The Secret Wife

Ned Stark x Fem!Reader Imagine

A Quiet Morning

Tywin Lannister x Female Reader

Summary: You enjoy a quiet morning with your Lord Husband

Under his mane

Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader

Series Masterlist

Imagine Tywin Lannister visiting your chambers to fulfill his son’s duty at his place (smut)

Baby Lion

Tywin Lannister x pregnant!wife!Reader

Tywin Lannister being possessive and having jealous sex would include:

Longing

Pairing: Tywin Lannister x reader

Request: good fluffy smut with Tywin Lannister… maybe him realizing that his feelings for the reader is more than just a political marriage

Warnings: political marriage/arranged marriage, older man x younger woman, soft smut, unprotected sex

Repeat of History

Tywin Lannister x wife!Reader

Summary: when you go into labour, Tywin worries for your safety, remembering the death of his first wife

Trouble

Tywin x Wife!Reader

Summary: Tywin takes a second wife for a purely political alliance, and ends up with far more than he expected.

Series: Tywin x Reader

Summary: Imagine finding out you are marry Tywin Lannister after the deaths of your brother and Mother, Robb and Catelyn Stark.

The Lady Lion

Tywin x Wife!Reader

Fluffy Fic

In Time, the Lion Loves

Tywin Lannister x fem!Reader

Blessed with youth

Tywin Lannister x Tyrell!Reader

https://www.tumblr.com/gotpineapple/186244280214/blessed-with-youth-tywin-lannister-x-tyrellreader?source=share

Betrothed to the Wrong Brother

Stannis Baratheon x Reader

Based on this request: reader is supposed to be set up with Robert, but while at Storms End falls for Stannis instead?

Confession

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

Summary: Stannis finally confesses his love for his wife

Belonging

Stannis Baratheon x Wife!Reader

Summary: Takes place around the time Robert was crowned, when Stannis and the Reader are married for less than a year. Robert’s drunkenness results in some jealousy and misunderstandings (and making up).

Steady

Stannis x Wife!Reader

Setting: just a year or two after Robert was crowned

An Injustice

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Summary: A lil one shot from a visiting Davos’s pov after Robert’s Rebellion. There’s more but I like the characterisation in this the best.

Stannis x Arryn!Reader

Jealous kiss for our one true king, stannis

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

headcanons on the relationship between Shireen Baratheon and stepmother!reader & on how the Baratheon household would change if the Reader was to marry Stannis

Headcanons for Stannis x Reader’s children

Playground (modern au)

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is sister to Sandor, and meets Stannis at a playground. The reader has a toddler daughter, but the father has passed away. Shireen and the daughter start playing together, so Stannis and the reader start talking too. Soon they plan a play date and the things escalate.

Imagine threatening to leave Roose and him letting it slip that he loves you (smut)

Roose being touch starved would include

A Northern Arrangement || Series

Roose Bolton x Reader

Imagine making a deal with Roose Bolton so he wont betray Robb and will actually warn Robb and everyone of the Frey’s impending betrayal.

Roose Bolton x Reader || Series

Roose being gentle with you:

Losing your virginity to Roose Bolton would include:

Imagine being in a pitch-black castle with Roose Bolton.

NSFW Alphabet with Roose Bolton

My Innocent Snowdrop

Oberyn Martell x Stark!Reader

Summary: The eldest Stark girl is forced to marry Oberyn Martell as a political alliance made by Cersei, but what she does not know is that the Prince of Dorne is a very loving man who easily falls in love with her and cherishes her deeply.

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axelsagewrites · 4 months

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I hope you feel a bit better now :)

If it's okay I'd like to request Roose Bolton with a new wife who can keep up with his cunning and teases him. If that's too vague let me know.

Roose Bolton*Not Yet

Pairing: roose bolton x f!reader

Word count: 1157

Warnings: roose being a cynic but nothing else I can think of

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a/n: thanks anon! i do and sorry this took so long :)

Roose Bolton thought love was a lie. Or at the very least completely stupid. When his last wife died, he didn’t care if his knew one was well read or charming or interesting. Just that she was from a good house and ideally wasn’t too ugly. He left everything else up to politics.

After negotiating with his new bride’s uncle, he sat and waited at the dread fort for your arrival. He needed an heir not a love affair. If he wanted that he’d turn to one of the nearby whore houses. However, he was pleasantly surprised when you stepped out of the carriage.

Your house was known for their money in the north, nothing to be mentioned about looks but even beneath the warm grey cloak you wore he could still tell he would be pleased. Even the passerby stopped to take an extra long glance at the mysterious woman climbing out her carriage. Roose didn’t know why it made him puff out his chest or stride over so quickly to meet you, but he didn’t like the feeling it created in him.

“My lady,” he greeted, extending his arm to help you down the final step.

“My lord,” you curtsied to him, but he could see your eyes scanning the courtyard, “I’m afraid we will have to start our meetings discussing business. You see my uncle brought your terms back to my father and them seems to be some confusion,”

“Straight to it then,” I like it, he thought to himself, “Tell me what was so wrong with my terms?” he hadn’t expected the chuckle that left your throat or how you gently shook your head at him.

“I’m afraid we have much to discuss lord Bolton. Perhaps somewhere more private than here?” you said, glancing to where the servants had tried to eavesdrop before quickly scattering.

He nodded and extended his arm for you to take, “Follow me my lady,”

Roose left the council room more confused than when he went in. he wasn’t even fully sure what it all was he had just agreed to just that you seemed pleased and that was weirdly enough, “I hope you enjoy your stay with us my lady,” he said as he walked you to your new room, “I’ve had the servants take extra care when preparing for your arrival,” he said and once more you chuckled, “Is something funny?” he asked in the tone that usually made everyone avert their eyes but you instead turned to look into his.

“My stay. As if I shall be leaving at some point. Don’t worry I’m sure this room will suffice,” you said as you opened the door yourself, something he’d planned on doing to act the proper gentleman, “Afterall I won’t be in it for too long I imagine,” you said with a teasing glint in your eye.

Roose cleared his throat as he tried to keep his composer. Never not once had someone spoke to him like this. Well, the whores in the brothels would try and tease but his glares would usually silence them quickly. They only seemed to spur you on however, “You do plan on sharing my bed when we will be wed?” you asked, your lip quirked up into a smirk.

“Of course, my lady,” he stuttered out before sighing to compose himself, “I plan on performing all my husbandly duties and I expect the same from you in return,”

“I’ve been practicing being a wife but alright I suppose,” you quipped before reaching for the door handle as you slipped further into the room, “Goodbye Lord Bolton,”

“Good- “he tried to say however you’d already shut the door, “Bye,”

Over the next week he watched you. he watched as your face would light up into a warm smile when talking to his nobles then soon drop as soon as they turned their backs. He saw how you handled servants as if he’d already wed you and how you would gossip with the women then roll your eyes as they walked away.

One day he was sat at lunch in the hall when one of his more troublesome nobles approached him. You were sat on the opposite side of the hall, glancing over at the two before turning back to the other women. “My lord, a moment if you will,”

“Of course,” he said, dragging his eyes from you, “How can I assist you today?” he said through half gritted teeth.

“Well, I considered your proposal over my land,” he started and suddenly Roose was interesting again. He’d been trying to secure some of his land or rather his harvest since the dread fort was not the best place to grow crops, yet this idiot always seemed to have plenty to spare. “I must say your new offer is very tempting,”

“My new offer?”

“The one your lady wife delivered to me. She said you requested it,”

Roose forced a smile on his face as he nodded, “Oh yes of course. and you have considered it?”

He nodded, “Yes I have, and I think you will be very happy to know my answer,”

Roose Bolton wasn’t sure if he was impressed, angry, annoyed, or jealous at the fact you had secured a deal in less than a week he’d been working on for almost a year. And worst of all? You weren’t even asking for credit.

“How?” was the only thing he asked when he snuck up behind you in the corridors.

“Do I keep my skin so youthful? You see I- “you started with a smirk on those pretty lips, but he cut you off.

“The deal,”

You rolled your eyes at him but laughed as you did, “It was easy enough I just cut out the middleman,” you said making him tilt his head in confusion, “I went to his wife. Very pragmatic woman even if a bit dull,”

“You know we’re not married yet,” he said, pausing his walk and expecting you to copy but you kept on going forcing him to chase up to catch up with you, “You can’t just make decisions behind my back,”

“I’m sorry was me getting you a bargain an inconvenience?” you asked with a fake pout, “Perhaps if I found out the deal from you and not from idle gossip then I could’ve asked you first,”

“You’ve been here a week,”

“Nine days actually,” you grinned, “only seventeen till we are wed. I count them down you know?” you said as you arrived at your chamber door.

Roose tightened his jaw as your hand reached to unlock the door, “Why is that?”

You laughed lightly, your eyes scanning up and down his body in a way that made his cheeks heat up, “Goodnight Roose. Have the sweetest dreams. I know I will,” you said, shutting the door and leaving someone most in the north considered terrifying to be speechless.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 6 months

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Imagine

Pairing: Dark Roose Bolton x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Threats; Toxic/Abusive Marriage.

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Why did I write about Roose? I also don't have the answer 💀

Your husband's hold on your hand stiffens considerably and you’re barely able to hold back a whimper.

“Had I known my wife would be such a shameless whore, I wouldn’t have married you.”

His voice is a whisper, easily drowned by the crowd’s noises but it hits you like a slap.

You didn’t know a simple dance with a noble man would be considered such sin, but judging by your husband’s irked semblant it was.

“I apologize, my lord. It was just a dance and-.”

“Save your apologies for when I deal with you and your disobedient behavior. You have shamed me in front of all these people. The consequences won't be pleasant, I can assure you that.”

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dragons-and-handcuffs · 3 months

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Imagine. You are the lady of a powerful and noble house. Moreover, you are married to the lord of a powerful house. You even have a few children. Somehow you cross paths with Roose. Maybe Roose is taking over you, willingly or by force. You become pregnant as a result of passionate and wild nights. Roose is taking precautions to make sure you don't get rid of the baby. Birth is painful. Moreover, having Roose in the room and humiliating you is even worse. You finally deliver the baby. The baby is just like a mini copy of Roose. Despite your objections, he puts the baby on her breast. He name the baby Derek. Baby Derek acts as if he's demanding that you pet him. It hurts when he sucks your breasts. He's pulling her hair out. You finally break down and accept your fate with tears in your eyes. Then you get pregnant two more times. You give birth to two more boys named Domeric and Ramsay. Among the three children, Domeric is the one who resembles you in character. However, all three children were hurting you when they were babies and children, demanding your love. Roose finds it very enjoyable to turn you into a submissive wife.

Imagine you are begging Roose to let you go after giving birth. You don't even want the baby. But he just dismisses your pleas and forces you to feed his son. If necessary he will tie you up.

Imagine immediately he is having the maester check how soon he can breed you again. If Roose wants you to feel more pain or something he will regularly make you drink some that makes you extra sensitive. Your son is a Bolton and very demanding. Every time he feeds he leaves you in tears

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jonquilspool · 7 months

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i don't think there's anyone out there who's more gothic haunted house narrative tragedypilled than domeric bolton. being an ok softhearted dude trapped in the dreadfort with your slimy turborapist dad i think won him that award. he was really doomed by the circumstances of his birth. roose saw him decent guymaxxing and was like 'well i guess my only known bastard son will kill him oh well.' what the fuck was up with domeric dude.

#domeric bolton #roose bolton #house bolton #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #seriously there was no escape for domeric #could you imagine. could you fucking imagine. being an ok person stuck in the dreadfort with roose as your DAD #what does roose do for bonding. 'hey son wanna go rape some smallfolk?' do you think he felt sad when domeric turned him down to go play #the harp full of melancholy

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tinfairies · 1 year

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Could I request some daddy kink with Roose and Otto please? If you feel inspired to go in a dead dove direction with Roose that's more than okay! (Reactions or hcs)

I just can't see Otto with a daddy kink sorry!

Otto Hightower

He doesn't really have much of a daddy kink. If his lover says it in bed, he'll ignore it and continue with what he was doing.

Makes it very clear that he's not into being called 'daddy'

Will subtly suggest his lover refer to him as 'sir'

Likes to make his lover nervous, and melts when they look up at him through their lashes and mutters 'sir'

Roose Bolton

Loves it, in and out of the bedroom.

He won't suggest it himself, but when his lover moans out "harder daddy" in the bedroom he loses it.

Has them call him Daddy outside of the bedroom, and starts to infantilize them.

"My sweet baby"

Likes to have them in his lap, and he's as gentle as can be. Loves to have them ride his thigh while he works. Coaxing an orgasm out of them while they moan into his neck.

In the bedroom however he's a mean Daddy. Especially if his little pet has been bratty.

Spanking, edging, spitting, and a few cuts with his knife should straighten their behavior right out.

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mummer · 8 months

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what was mance’s actual plan in a scenario where he can take castle black and let all the free folk through the wall (i.e. if jon died before warning them). let them disperse into the gift and just. fend for themselves i guess? would his kingship have ended there? was there ever a plan more complex than “dont get turned into ice zombies” or was he just riffing the whole time. was he imagining some kind of treaty? maybe his plans relied on there still being a reasonable stark in winterfell lol. but it’s not like he can negotiate with the boltons or stannis… and the wildlings are so fractured they would IMMEDIATELY split off. like what would he have DONE if he won? was he doomed from the start??? someone please spitball with me

#ive been trying to crowdsource ideas about this for insane fanficky reasons but it’s like #cause the wildlings are not like. centralized he cant just keep them at castle black forever there are 100000 of them #he also would have. zero information about current northern politics #at castle black he’s in an ok position esp if he also takes the shadow tower but he still has stannis + some dregs at eastwatch #he could.. maybe.. take empty winterfell before the boltons ever got there but would it even help? there wouldnt be any food there #and the bolton coalition might even actually be bolstered if they had a common enemy lol #however: no one would go to hardhome. So at least theres that #i guess it would devolve into a chaotic mass migration scenario but mance is like. Clever and wily i cant imagine he didnt have a PLAN!!!#the smart move would be to take moat cailin before roose can come up but. To accomplish what exactly #i mean if everyone chilled repopulating the gift would anyone even care. you’re gonna massacre a hundred thousand civilian wildlings?#But stannis is the issue there he would not allow that he would want to reinstate the watch. hmmmm

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alannybunnue · 1 year

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Ok, A Tale for our Story: Their Betrothal

So...i have been gaining many ideas in my head, in which i wouldn't write about if you guys didn't asked for it.

But since this story hasn't been gaining the attention it deserves, i decided to do this idea that i had a long time ago.

Another day, another time for a good and long hunt for Lady Karstark, the youngest daughter of the late Lord Karstark, who was known to be rebellious and not "ladylike".

Never enjoyed to peaceful lifestyle that common ladies had, and she made a vow to never live such boredom.

And that bothered many, especially her older brother, Rickard Karstark, current Lord of Karhold and the only one responsible for her.

Who was waiting impatiently for his sister's return.

"My dear brother, waiting for my arrival? Alright, what do you want from me?" - She questioned, as the lady got off of her horse, to face Rickard.

"You know pretty well, it has been 3 days" - Rickard reminded her - "And ever since i announced that you were betrothed, you began to run away pretending to go hunt."

The lady sighed immediately - 'not this again' - She thought to herself, as she turns around to walk away from her brother - "I thought my betrothed would have give up on waiting by now, after waiting 3 days for his bride to arrive."

"Well, he hasn't" - Declared her brother - "In fact, he will arrive today."

Lady Karstark immediately stopped at Rickard's word. Looking back at her brother, she didn't noticed the two guards coming closer.

"This is the best for you, sister, forgive me" - He said as the guards dragged her away

Locked in her chambers, she looked around to find a beautiful gown and a note 'Dress yourself' , the lady ignored everything. With no other option, she spent her time preparing for a plan, the good side was that her room gave her a clear view of Karhold's gates, so she would know when her betrothed would arrive.

While waiting, she started tying up any cloth she would find, sheets, curtains. So when the time came, she could escape from her window while everyone else was busy.

Soon, the gates were open, and the men that entered were holding flags with the sigil of House Bolton, that only indulged her even more, there's no way she would marry a Bolton.

While in the other side of the Castle, Rickard welcomed Lord Roose Bolton, knowing that his days of stress where coming to an end.

"Although, i was expecting to see Lady Karstark" - Expressed Lord Bolton, sounding bit disappointed, in which Rickard answered - "Ah yes, the guards are already bringing her-"

The Lord of Karhold was interrupted by his guards running around, as one approached him with words that keep coming back everytime.

"Lady Karstark has left her chambers!"

While Lord Karstark looked tired of his sister's escapades, Roose smiled amused.

This was going to be fun.

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A/N: No words...just love Lady Karstark/Bolton

#a song of ice and fire #yandere concept #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #game of thrones #house bolton #roose bolton #house karstark #rickard karstark #kastark!reader #bolton!reader

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mostfandomimagines · 1 year

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Imagine: Being Robb’s twin sister and Roose is planning to force you to marry him after the Red Wedding

#roose bolton #house bolton #robb stark #house stark #the red wedding #game of thrones #got #roose bolton imagines #game of thrones imagine #not MY gif

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leupagus · 2 months

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Am I writing this largely because I enjoy the idea of Sansa and Stannis constantly hissing at each other like two belligerent cats? Listen,

By the first week of the siege, Sansa was forced to admit — if only to herself —that warfare was far less exciting than she'd imagined. When she had been told of Robb's victories in the Riverlands she had always pictured him triumphant upon a fearsome destrier, sword held high as he cut down his enemies before him. Then he'd been killed and she had lived through the Battle of the Blackwater, waiting either rescue or slaughter by the very man who was now her ally. That had not been exciting, precisely, but it had not been this dull and plodding affair. A far cry from the valiant knights and noble battles she'd read when she was a girl; but she'd had precious little turn out the way she'd been taught.

She slept at the camps near the front lines, in the same soldier's tent she and Brienne and Podrick had shared for the past four months. Stannis had made all sorts of ridiculous protests about "ladies" and "danger" until she'd had to remind him, once again, that her eight thousand men gave her the freedom to dictate her own movements.

"All very well while we're waiting out here, my lady," he'd growled in response, after his requisite glare at her flawless logic, "But when battle joins, you'll be nothing more than a nuisance."

"In which case, I'll be quickly killed and you can have Rickon installed as Lord of Winterfell instead," she'd replied, "as you were hoping to do in the first place." That had shut him up, at least, and he'd gone back to scowling at Winterfell's walls.

Every night when she returned to the camp, she stopped at Stannis's tent and joined the conference with their commanders and lieutenants. It was then that she learned about the waging of war: how men were best deployed, how training was maintained even in the midst of a siege, how sickness was kept at bay so that it did not kill more soldiers than did the battles. Stannis disliked her presence there, too, but she was rapidly coming to understand that he would only be truly happy when she was out of his life for good. Possibly not even then. He did not seem a man much given to smiles.

The men did not share Stannis's view, at least; as she walked through the lines each morning and night they stood to bow to her, and press the back of her hand to their foreheads as she remembered they had done to Mother so long ago.

"They say that the old gods have brought you back to us," Lord Reed told her one day, as he accompanied her on her daily walk to the winter town. "That they were angered when the Starks were driven from Winterfell, and that they're drawing you all back here one by one. They say that Robb Stark may come back from the dead, such is the rage of the gods, and avenge all who wronged your house."

Joffrey had been diligent in recounting every detail of what had happened to Robb's body after Roose Bolton had killed him. She repressed a shudder to think of it and held more tightly to Reed's arm, grateful for the warmth of him at her side. "I hope they are not disappointed if all they get is me and Rickon."

Reed chuckled. "They're well-satisfied, my lady," he said. They walked into the winter town just as the sun broke over the mountains. "You're a sight prettier than the Young Wolf ever was, that's certain."

The winter town was where her real work was done each day. It was the custom every winter for the smallfolk of the North to leave their hides holdfasts and journey here, bringing what they could cart or carry. The winter town would eventually house nearly one in three of every soul living in the North, seeking shelter together to endure the cold.

The Boltons had not bothered to do their duty, laying in no provisions and building no new housing. Up until now it had mattered little; even as the winds had begun to blow, few smallfolk had dared to come take shelter under the banners of the flayed man. The town itself had been all but abandoned, until word of the Starks' return had begun to spread throughout the North.

Now the winter town seemed to double in size with each passing day despite the ongoing siege of the Keep. Sansa had her hands full in directing builders, organizing kitchens, allocating what resources they had to feed and shelter everyone. In this she was aided by any number of friends and allies: those servants and household members who had first escaped during Winterfell's seizure by the Ironborn, or who had endured that but had fled the Boltons' brutal takeover; the households of her lords who had come to support the siege; even Lady Umber and her formidable staff lent a hand before she returned to Last Hearth. Her most steadfast assistants were Rickon and Shireen, who at first had joined her out of boredom but were now her little lieutenants, breathlessly updating her on all events of the previous night as she joined them for breakfast each morning. She received aid also from her men in the armies, assigning their builders to fortify the town in much the same way they were fortifying the siege camp.

Her lords approved of this; Stannis, of course, did not.

"You seek another threescore soldiers?" he demanded one evening.

The siege had now dragged on near a month. Bolton's men showed signs of distress, Lord Flint reported with no small satisfaction; they would not last much longer. But this had brought a fresh concern, and Sansa had broached it during their evening conference.

"We need to build up the palisades along the eastern side of the winter town," Sansa insisted, pointing at the map spread out along the table, with the various pieces representing the various companies all arrayed neatly atop. Stannis's wooden flaming hearts were outnumbered by Sansa's wolf heads two to one, though many of hers appeared hastily-carved from whatever spare wood was at hand. She reached for a flaming heart on the far side of the Keep, well away from the siege. "It need only be for—"

"Give me that," Stannis snapped, snatching it back. "Those men are covering the huntsman's gate, should any of Bolton's forces be cowardly enough to attempt escape rather than stand and fight."

"And you anticipate that happening in the next day?" she demanded, resisting the urge to lunge for the piece the way she used to with Robb when he had teasingly stolen her embroidery, holding it just out of reach. "There must be fifty or sixty men out of twelve thousand that can be spared."

"Why are the palisades in need of building up in the first place?" Stannis demanded, as Lord Glover opened and then shut his mouth to reply to her. "This winter town of yours is folly — you cannot grant entry to every farmer and tinker who pleads for shelter."

Sansa gaped at him in outrage, though even as she did so she was heartened to hear the murmur of her lords at such a comment. "That is precisely what is done, and has been for every winter since before Bran the Builder set stones to build Winterfell!" She glared at him. "This is a refuge, Your Grace."

"This is a siege, my lady," he retorted, looming over her. She thought longingly of the beautiful heeled shoes Margaery wore; she needed only a few inches to match Stannis's height, and see what good his looming did him then. "The smallfolk congregate here at their own risk!"

"My people congregate here because they believe I will keep them safe, and I will do so. With or without Your Grace's help!"

"Without, if it pleases my lady!"

Half-ready to club him over the head with the nearest chair, Sansa grabbed the flaming heart out of his hands and waved it in his face. "What are these men supposed to do, if Bolton and his soldiers escape out this way?"

Stannis looked too near a fit of apoplexy to reply, so it was Lord Cerwyn who cleared his throat and answered, "They are charged to report back, my lady, with some following at a safe distance to see where they go."

"It's perfectly obvious where they'll go," Sansa snapped. "Lord Bolton will make for the Dreadfort."

"Of course he will," said Stannis, finding his voice at last, though he did not try for the wolf's-head piece again. "That doesn't mean—"

"I know three dozen local boys who could hide along the route from the huntsman's gate to the eastern road and bring back reports, without clomping about the forests in full armor," Sansa said, slamming the piece down at the winter town. "And they might be able to bring back some food, while they're at it. Unlike your soldiers, they know how to hunt in the Wolfswood without frightening off half the game."

A few days later, she had her men.

#sansa stark #stannis baratheon #in case you're wondering: yes of course Sansa rescues him from the TITCHY LITTLE SNOWSTORM he gets stuck in #because this great and fearsome battle-tested soldier and commander apparently had no idea that snow happened in the North?#and yes Brienne has a lot of thoughts and feelings about this which will be gotten into #but in the meantime: slapfights between two people one of whom never had sisters the other of whom had TOO MANY BROTHERS #including Arya who was the most brother of all possible sisters #I'm just saying: Stannis is getting bullied and he deserves it #game of thrones motherfuckers #got: bitches get stuff done #ficcage of interest

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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I just realised I forgot to send a request!! silly sausage hours fr ✌🏻😔

anywho! if it is at all interesting to you, I was wondering if you’d like to write a Protective!Jon x Short!S/O based piece?? can be whatever you want, a blurb, headcannon, imagine - whatever idea comes to you based on this very vague prompt cuz I want to give you all the creative wiggle room to do what you want to do!!

could be something about the Short!S/O getting hurt defending Jon when someone talks shit about him or Jon sees/finds out his S/O was being harassed/had been touched without consent in any way and he sees RED, could be anything at all!! just some real good protective Jon Snow content pretty please 🥺💗

but, all the same, if this idea doesnt grab you then please do not feel at all pressured in writing it, it’s completely up to you!! no hard feelings 🤗

I wish you the most wonderful rest of your day!! ♡

That’s My Girl

Request: if it is at all interesting to you, I was wondering if you’d like to write a Protective!Jon x Short!S/O based piece?? can be whatever you want, a blurb, headcannon, imagine - whatever idea comes to you based on this very vague prompt cuz I want to give you all the creative wiggle room to do what you want to do!! could be something about the Short!S/O getting hurt defending Jon when someone talks shit about him or Jon sees/finds out his S/O was being harassed/had been touched without consent in any way and he sees RED, could be anything at all!! just some real good protective Jon Snow content pretty please

Hi! Thank you for the request, I'm sorry for the long wait. This is my first time writing for Jon! I’m hoping this is what you were looking for, but if not. Just let me know and I'd be able to fix it or write you something else.

I love Jon, I'm happy to write for him. To make sense of the story, the reader is technically a Bolton, and a sister to Ramsey. I set this around season 5-6. I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, violence, a fight, mentions of blood and wounds, slight sexual harassment, gross men, let me know if i missed anything)

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The Wall was not a good place for a woman. That fact, you knew all too well.

Women weren’t allowed at the wall, regardless of station or reason. This was a fact your family knew, and a fact they ignored.

You were born to a handmaiden, fathered by Roose Bolton. When you entered the early stages of being a woman, Lord Bolton legitimized you, and sent you to Winterfell to learn the ways of being a Lady. He figured you may be useful to him one day, someone he could marry off for an advantage.

Winterfell was where you met Jon Snow. He had always liked you. While you were technically a Bolton, you lived more than half of your life as a Snow. You were no longer legally a bastard, but you felt like one anyway.

Jon knew the feeling, and you became quite close throughout your years, before he left for the Wall and the rest of the Starks left as well.

You lived through the Greyjoy Rebellion, when Theon came and took Winterfell. You received word from your father, and were asked to stay anyways. After Robb’s death, the Bolton’s officially took over the castle.

Despite your father being named Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, he was no family to you. You’d never see him as such. Instead, the Northern folk who had lived in the city since the reign of the Starks took care of you, always there to be a friend if you needed them.

They were your true family. Them, and the Starks, although you hadn’t seen any of them in years. Most of them were dead.

When Lord Bolton died and his position was passed to the newly legitimized Ramsay Bolton, the families that had helped you sent you away for your own safety.

With you being the last legitimate Bolton, other than Ramsey, you challenged the claim to the North, despite being a woman. The North liked you more, and Ramsay was afraid they’d rebel if he allowed you to live.

You went to the Wall, seeking asylum.

You reconnected with Jon, who had recently been named Lord Commander. He allowed you to stay, despite the rules he was meant to follow.

But if he had allowed the Wildlings passage, he could allow you to stay as well.

To appease the men, you worked as a stewardess, making up for being another mouth to feed and for filling a bed in the single room. The only other empty single room, next to the Lord Commander’s suite.

It got easier as the weeks passed, and you slipped into a routine that was comfortable enough.

Sometimes, the men were a little rough with you. It was if they forgot you were a woman, not remembering to be gentler with you.

Others never forgot you were a woman, keeping their eyes on you at all times.

This occurred on opposite ends of the spectrum, one end containing men like Jon, Edd, and Sam, and the other containing men like Ser Allister, who hated you being there, as well as the men who wouldn’t hesitate to do you harm.

You knew those who followed Jon would keep an eye on you, never allowing true harm to come your way, but you still kept your guard up most of the time. In between doing your duties, you trained with the men, learning combat skills.

It reminded you of the times in Winterfell as children, when Jon would sneak you out of lessons with the Septa to train with him.

You were quite short, compared to the women of your age. Jon was on the shorter side too, in comparison to other men, but he could hold his own well enough. He wanted you to be able to do the same, so he wouldn’t have to worry as much about your safety.

You had gotten quite good at it, especially with the refresher at the Wall, and you were confident enough that you could handle yourself.

That didn’t mean you necessarily wanted to. If you could avoid it, you’d try and keep to yourself for most of the day, ignoring the men you didn’t like. But some of them made it quite hard on you.

“Lady Snow,” Ser Alliser taunted, coming into the kitchen where you were scrubbing pots. “Where’s your Commander? Figured he would’ve sent one of his watchdogs to come guard you, considering he isn’t here to do it himself.”

“He’s just as much your Commander as he is mine,” you replied, not looking up to dignify him with a reaction.

“That may be,” he said, taking a step towards you. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a growl coming from behind you, and saw a white beast stepping out from behind your legs.

“You’re right, My Lord,” you said, leaning over to scratch behind Ghost’s ears. “Jon did leave me unattended. Although, I expect a direwolf is as good of a watchdog as any man here. Would you like to test that theory? Come closer, then.”

Ghost snarled at Ser Alliser, making him take a step back. He glared at you, retreating to the door.

“You don’t belong here, Snow. You’ll come to see that soon.”

“Thank you for that,” you called, returning back to your work. “You can piss off now.”

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Later that day, much to your annoyance, another group of some of the men tried your patience again.

It was before dinner, when you had just finished up with your duties for the day. You had just brought Ghost his dinner, and were returning to the hall to eat, when three men cornered you in the courtyard.

“What do you want?” You asked, unimpressed.

“We want you to go,” one replied, making you roll your eyes.

The one closest to you nodded in agreement. “We didn’t vote for Jon to be the Commander.”

“You’re lucky you have him—“

He cut you off, his tone more aggressive. “Are we? So far, in the weeks he’s been Commander, he let the Wildlings through our gates. Now, he’s let a girl in.”

“That’s your problem? Ser Alliser almost let the Wall fall because of his own pride,” you spat, growing angry. “He should have listened to Jon when he had the chance. It cost us lives.”

“Us? There’s no us, you’re not one of us,” the man on the right finally spoke. His voice was significantly higher than he looked like he would sound, making you chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” The middle man asked.

“All of you,” you replied. “You’re very amusing to watch. Pathetic, really.”

“Watch your tone, bitch,” the man closest to you said. “Nobody wants to hear your mouth. As far I’m concerned, a woman has two purposes. Popping out kids, and warming my bed. Would you be interested in either?

You raised a brow, clenching your fists at your sides. He smirked, taking a step closer to you.

“What? Cat got your tongue, bitch? Not brave enough to say something without your useless Lord Commander there to save you?”

You couldn’t contain yourself any longer, swinging and cracking your knuckles across his jaw. You swung again before he could recover, smashing your fist into the bridge of his nose. He faltered back this time, landing on his ass.

“What?” You smirked, flexing your hand. “Cat got your tongue?”

He snarled, standing up. The other two tried to hold him back, afraid of what would happen if they actually hurt the Lord Commander’s girl, but they weren’t strong enough. He broke through, shaking them off.

Before you could take a step back, you felt a palm strike across your cheek, stinging the flesh. His ring caught on your cheekbone, cutting a small slit.

You brought a hand up to your face in shock, balling your hand into a fist, but he caught your wrist in the air, squeezing it tight. You gasped in pain, whimpering.

“What are you gonna do now?” He asked, wiping the blood from his nose.

“Let me go,” you said, trying to pull away. “Let me go, or you’ll regret it.”

“Yeah? Why’s that? What are—“

“Hey!”

You turned your heads across the yard to see Edd standing near the kennel door, Ghost standing next to his side. Ghost snarled, looking ready to pounce.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Let her go!” He said, bounding towards you.

You felt the man let go of your wrist, and heard their footsteps retreating as Edd approached you. You rubbed your wrist, reaching down to run a hand through Ghost’s fur when he got to your side.

“Hey, boy,” you muttered, then turning to Edd. “What are you doing? Why’d you let Ghost out?”

“He was pawing at the door, whining, I heard him all the way from the watchtower. He wouldn’t stop till I let him out. He ran out here, and I followed him. What happened, what did they do to you?”

You shook your head. “It’s alright, I’m fine.”

“Your cheek is red and scratched, and your wrist is already bruising. You’re not fine. Jon is gonna raise hell when he sees it. Not that you couldn’t handle your own, but what were you thinking? Three against one isn’t good odds to start throwing punches.”

You groaned, casting your eyes on the ground. Edd sighed, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Come on, then. He’s still in his office, and everyone else is in the dining hall. I’ll take you halfway, and keep everyone occupied till you’re ready to come back.”

“But—“

“No buts. Jon would have my head if I didn’t take you to him straight away. You’re going.”

You relented, giving him a grateful nod as he led the way. He left you halfway, as promised. You walked the rest of the way yourself, only hesitating when you found yourself outside of Jon’s office.

Sighing, you went in.

He was at his desk, his head down. He shuffled through papers, sorting through everything on his desk. You slowly approached, wringing your hands together.

“Jon,” you said softly.

“I’m almost done, love, give me a minute.”

You internally groaned, preparing yourself for the painful conversation you were about to have. You spoke again.

“Jon.”

“What?” He sighed, looking up, only to drop his things at the sight of you. “Y/N?”

He hurriedly stood, pushing his chair back and bounding around his desk to stand in front of you, cupping your jaw in his hands. You grimaced as he turned your head, inspecting your cheek more closely. He was absolutely fuming, practically shaking with rage.

His voice was eerily calm. “Who?”

“Jon—“ You started, but he cut you off.

“Y/N…who?”

“I don’t even know their names, you’ll have to ask Edd,” you relented. “It was three men. He stopped them.”

“What happened?”

“The same as usual. They don’t like that I’m here, they don’t like that you’re Lord Commander, and they think I’m making it worse for everyone being with you.”

“That’s not true—“

“I know,” you immediately said, sighing. “I know. And normally, I ignore them, or stay calm till they get bored and eventually leave me alone. But this time, I just got too angry. It wasn’t just me they were insulting, it was you, too.”

Jon seethed as he listened to you talk, moving from your cheek to inspect your wrist. The bruise had settled to a garish green.

“He threatened me, and I swung. I don’t know why I did it, but he went down. Obviously, he didn’t take very kindly to being hit by a girl, as you can see.”

“You don’t hit a woman,” Jon said, cradling your face in his palms, gently wiping away the dry blood on your cheek. “I’ll find them. I’ll find them, and they’ll wish they’d never laid eyes on you. The noose is too good for them.”

You leaned your forehead against his, trying to calm him down.

“I’m alright, Jon. I’m alright. That’s enough, for now.”

He took a deep breath as he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You ran a comforting hand over his, drawing circles with your thumb over the back of it.

“You can’t fight my battles for me, darling. You can’t get yourself hurt because of me.”

You shook your head, almost grinning. “Why not? You do it for me.”

“You’re too pretty for scars,” he mused, caressing your cheeks.

“So are you,” you agreed, tracing your finger across the one that had faded to a thin white line, just over his brow. “And yet you fight for me. It’s only fair that I do the same for you.”

Jon sighed, looking down at you with soft and loving eyes. “So, what did he look like?”

“What?” You asked, shaking your head in confusion.

“The other guy. What did he look like?”

“Worse,” you grinned proudly. “Much worse. I think I broke his nose. And his jaw is sure to be hurting for the next few days.”

Jon smiled, holding you by the waist and pulling you into him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, breathing you in.

“That’s my girl.”

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A/N - Hi! Sorry that this is on the shorter side, I hope you still like it. I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think!

#game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagine #jon snow #jon snow imagine #jon snow x reader

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jackoshadows · 5 months

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In the books:

White Harbor

“Was ever snow so black?” asked Lord Wyman. “Ramsay took Lord Hornwood’s lands by forcibly wedding his widow, then locked her in a tower and forgot her. It is said she ate her own fingers in her extremity…and the Lannister notion of king’s justice is to reward her killer with Ned Stark’s little girl.” - Davos, ADwD

Winterfell:

"The bride weeps," Lady Dustin said, as they made their way down, step by careful step. "Our little Lady Arya." ... What do you think passes through their heads when they hear the new bride weeping? Valiant Ned's precious little girl." ... "Lady Arya's sobs do us more harm than all of Lord Stannis's swords and spears. - The Turncloak, ADwD

The Boltons about the Northmen marching with Stannis:

“Even ruined and broken, Winterfell remains Lady Arya’s home. What better place to wed her, bed her, and stake your claim? Let Stannis march on us. He is too cautious to come to Barrowton…but he must come to Winterfell. His clansmen will not abandon the daughter of their precious Ned to such as you. - - Reek, ADwD

The northmen marching with Stannis:

"Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned’s little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. No one sings songs of men who die like that. As for me, I am old. This will be my last winter. Let me bathe in Bolton blood before I die. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my axe bites deep into a Bolton skull. I want to lick it off my lips and die with the taste of it on my tongue." - The King's Prize, ADwD

Stannis to Lord Commander Jon Snow:

… more northmen coming in as word spreads of our victory. Fisherfolk, freeriders, hillmen, crofters from the deep of the wolfswood and villagers who fled their homes along the stony shore to escape the ironmen, survivors from the battle outside the gates of Winterfell, men once sworn to the Hornwoods, the Cerwyns, and the Tallharts. We are five thousand strong as I write, our numbers swelling every day. And word has come to us that Roose Bolton moves toward Winterfell with all his power, there to wed his bastard to your half sister. He must not be allowed to restore the castle to its former strength. We march against him. Arnolf Karstark and Mors Umber will join us. I will save your sister if I can, and find a better match for her than Ramsay Snow. You and your brothers must hold the Wall until I can return. - Jon, ADwD

Lord Commander Jon Snow on the Wall:

"He's to marry Arya Stark. My little sister." Jon could almost see her in that moment, long-faced and gawky, all knobby knees and sharp elbows, with her dirty face and tangled hair. They would wash the one and comb the other, he did not doubt, but he could not imagine Arya in a wedding gown, nor Ramsay Bolton's bed. No matter how afraid she is, she will not show it. If he tries to lay a hand on her, she'll fight him. "Your sister," Iron Emmett said, "how old is …" By now she'd be eleven, Jon thought. Still a child. "I have no sister. Only brothers. Only you." Lady Catelyn would have rejoiced to hear those words, he knew. That did not make them easier to say. His fingers closed around the parchment. Would that they could crush Ramsay Bolton's throat as easily. - Jon, ADwD

You know nothing, Jon Snow. He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird's nest. I made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell … I want my bride back … I want my bride back … I want my bride back … "I think we had best change the plan," Jon Snow said.

The roar was all he could have hoped for, the tumult so loud that the two old shields tumbled from the walls. Soren Shieldbreaker was on his feet, the Wanderer as well. Toregg the Tall, Brogg, Harle the Huntsman and Harle the Handsome both, Ygon Oldfather, Blind Doss, even the Great Walrus. I have my swords, thought Jon Snow, and we are coming for you, Bastard. - Jon, ADwD

Stannis sending Arya to Jon Snow for a debt owed

"Oh, and take the Stark girl with you. Deliver her to Lord Commander Snow on your way to Eastwatch." Stannis tapped the parchment that lay before him. "A true king pays his debts." Pay it, aye, thought Theon. Pay it with false coin. Jon Snow would see through the imposter at once. Lord Stark's sullen bastard had known Jeyne Poole, and he had always been fond of his little half-sister Arya. - Theon, TWoW

Even the traitors Karstark pretending like the others:

Lord Arnolf shoved himself up, a vulture rising from its prey. One spotted hand clutched at his son’s shoulder for support. “We’ll take (Winterfell) for the Ned and for his daughter.” - The Sacrifice, ADwD

Us reading A Dance for Dragons: The North is marching for Lady Arya Stark of Winterfell, daughter of Ned Stark. Arya Stark is a pivotal character, a Key to the North around whom the North plot revolves. Various Northern factions are uniting behind her, the Lord Commander broke several oaths of neutrality and died trying to save her, two kings tried to save her.

Sansa stans/Jonsa shippers:

They hate it so much that the North plot revolves around Arya that the only thing they can do again and again is gaslight the fandom with this false equivalence that talking about Arya's importance to the North is making light of Jeyne's rape and abuse.

Also, Ramsay marries Arya Stark to give legitimacy to his stake over the North as Lord of Winterfell. Which is why Manderly wants Rickon because his claim supersedes Arya's. These morons pretending that discussing this plot is an insult to Arya while they hand over all of Arya's book themes, characterization and relationships to their fave is hilarious.

Like every other day there is a post of how Sansa is the MOST IMPORTANT because EVERYONE WANTS TO MARRY HER and she is the ONLY KEY TO THE NORTH - because the Lannisters, Tyrells and LF are all plotting to marry her off etc. The whole Jonsa shite is about Sansa deigning to make the poor bastard Jon legitimate by marrying him etc. Their world revolves around Sansa's marriage. But apparently discussing how Arya's marriage to Ramsay to hold the North is driving the Northern plot is insulting to Arya's character 🤣

When even the author has given all these interviews pointing out that replacing Jeyne with Sansa on the TV show changed the entire story because 'Fake Arya' is essential to what is happening in the North, these stans can only regurgitate this tired old nonsense and attack book readers for discussing what is actually in the books instead of making up headcanons on how their unqualified fave is the only candidate to be QITN

#anti Sansa stans #Why even tag this on the Arya Stark tag?

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Heyy hii I've been wanting to read something about Roose Bolton lately, oddly enough, but there aren't many people writing it. The Reader is the female version of Roose. They're having a diplomatic marriage, but Roose is starting to really have feelings for the reader. I hope you have time. Have a nice daysss

Roose Bolton*Perhaps

Pairing: Roose Bolton x F!Umber!Reader

Summary: When Roose meets his potential next wife he realises their is more to her than he originally expected.

Word count: 1292

Masterlist Here

You had known from a young age love and marriage did not mix. You could try and love your future husband sure. Maybe love would grow. But after watching marriage after marriage and try after try from all your friends and family in their own arrangements you realised it was pointless. Deep down of course you wanted love but the risk of it was too great.

When you became of age talks of marriage began as expected for any lady of any semi known house in Westeros. Being from House Umber was no exception. While you agreed to be married you demanded to know who to. You practically laughed in your families face when they suggested a boy from House Poole. “Surely I’m at least worth a Hornswood betrothal if not better,” you protested. “If I must be sold off at least get my money’s worth,”

Your demand to play the long game and wait for a better marriage seemingly was about to pay off when your family got word that Lord Bolton was looking for a new wife. You had heard about the Flayed Lord before and his unique family to put it lightly. It was you who pushed your father to secure the match. If you had to be married what better than the second most powerful house in the north? The Starks only had three sons and they were all children, and you had no desire to wait that long. so the match was secured and suddenly you found yourself in a carriage crossing the North to the Dreadfort to meet him.

On paper Roose was happy with all your attributes. A good house and what he had heard a decent enough looker. it was also refreshing to him that he had yet to hear your name in any scandals, something other potential wives did not have in common. He thought he didn’t care about any of the specifics or personality of his wife. He wanted a wife not a lover after all. Then when your carriage pulled up and he opened the door to help you step out he realised how wrong he had been.

The first thing he noticed was how your gloved hand gently gripped his as you gracefully climbed out the carriage. You wore a polite smile that seemed to enchant the usually logical man. He hadn’t expected you to be so beautiful. He had never cared what style women wore their hair in before, but he couldn’t help but admire the way it framed your face perfectly. “Lady Umber,” he greeted, managing to keep a smile away from his face.

“Lord Bolton,” the way your mouth moved as you said his name almost made him shiver. You pulled your hand back from his, Roose realising he had not taken it back when you did so, “It is an honour to meet such a great man,” The phrase flattery will get you everywhere had never rung so true, “However after such a long journey Im afraid me and my men are tired. If you wouldn’t mind awfully, could we perhaps join you and your men for some refreshments while we chat,”

Roose held back his chuckle as he realised what you were asking. Even the Boltons could not get away with defying guest rights, “Of course my lady,” he said as he wondered what other tricks you had up your sleeve, “It would be an honour to dine with you. I shall have my people set up the hall,”

He couldn’t help but be sadden when you left his company to join the ladies that had travelled with you, and he held back his grimace as he talked with your father. As much as he wished to join your company again when he entered the hall, he noticed you had already been sat with your own company. He decided to admire from afar while your father continued his relentless chatter.

For the three days you had been visiting he had yet to secure a moment alone with you. Roose did his best to savour even the shared time he got with you, appreciating your conversation. He admired how much you could say with so little words and how up to date you seemed to be. You were perfect. He had to have you, not just as a wife. Something about you drew him closer each day.

When your father began discussing terms of marriage, he soon agreed to them all, even accepting a slightly smaller dowery than he would have liked. He wouldn’t usually concern himself with a strangers feeling but he felt the need to know yours on the matter. “Lady Umber,” he greeted as he approached where you were stood talking to your ladies, “Would you care to join me on a walk of the castle?”

“You are so kind Lord Bolton,” you smiled as you took his arm, linking yours with his and nodding goodbye to your ladies, “Perhaps it is best that I get to know the Dreadfort better. After all, from what my father tells me I will expect to see far more of it,” you said as he began to walk you through the halls.

Roose chuckled lightly, “So you already know,”

You nodded, biting back a smirk, “In all honesty Lord Bolton it was my idea,” this however did surprise him.

“Please call me Roose,” he said, glancing down at your face which looked so beautiful in the candlelight, “May I ask why?”

“You may,” you said as you began to walk up the staircase, he had led you to, “The Boltons are a very fine house with a strong reputation. The dreadfort is also known for its security and proximity to the sea which enables for trade. I fail to see a reason against this marriage,”

“You are not sad it is not a marriage of love?” he asked as you approached the top of the stairs. He had led you to the top of the dreadfort to overview the banks of the Weeping Waters. It was one of the few beautiful sights at the dreadfort. “Is that not what most girls concern themselves with? Love, pretty dresses, and tales of knights?”

“Have you met many women Roose?” you asked with a raised eyebrow that caused him to tilt his head in curiosity, “Maybe as girls we fantasise of the story book tales. However, I am not a girl Lord Bolton,” you said as you walked up to the half wall to get a better view of the water crashing along the banks, “We listen far more than the men. That’s how we know so much,”

“Whenever I see women together you are all just exchanging frivolous gossip,” he quipped before joining you watching the waters.

The way your lips curved into a smirk sent shivers down his spine. “Frivolous gossip?” you asked, “Maybe when you’re in earshot I suppose but trust me on one thing Lord Bolton. I know far more than you think,” you said before turning your eyes to the man.

You held his gaze with no fear or hesitation unlike so many men he had met. “Perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye lady umber,” he said, keeping your gaze.

You chuckled lightly, the sound like an angel’s choir to his ear, “Perhaps there is,” you said with unwavering gaze.

“Perhaps I’d like to learn about it,” Roose stepped closer to you, his chest just a foot away from your own. He looked down at you with curious eyes. There was so much he wanted to know.

You looked up at him, equally wondering if this marriage would be more than the diplomatic relationship you had expected, “Perhaps you will,”

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buttercuparry · 11 months

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I now know why the idea that courtesy is the answer to every conflict is so prevalent in the fandom. You have a handful of tumblr intellectuals who would rather discuss if Arya should have been feeling guilty about killing the Bolton guard or the degree of it ( he is just a guy standing around, we don't know anything about him, hey maybe he doesn't get paid enough to stop 3 prisoners from leaving!), rather than acknowledge that Arya had gone through hell to survive and she more than any other Stark kid knows the cost of war. Arya's list is called fucked up ( they add the "understandable" adjective immediately after but reiterate that it's fucked up). And the prevalent idea then, in use of all these words is equating Arya to violence. Which is why all those incorrect quote posts of 'Arya's every solution being violence' get so many notes.

Arya's list isn't the measure of her violence. It instead is the proof of her trauma. And she tries again and again to leave the nightmares behind: the countless times she tries to reach Jon, her feeling what good does Joffrey's death do if her mother and brothers are dead, her wanting to stay on with the crew of Titan's daughter.

They would talk about how fucked up her list is hence insinuate the tremendous capacity of violence and draw up theories after theories about Faceless Men but won't ever be conscious enough to recognize that Arya never truly wanted anything to do with the FM ( even after reaching Braavos she tries to stay on the ship).

So imagine knowing all these. To have read all these chapters and to get stuck on the ethics of murdering the Bolton guard. Mind you this is brought up because it has been admitted that previously Arya has had to kill in self defense and for others. There has been a reiteration that there these kills are pardonable since there had been an active threat on her. But the murder of the Bolton guard is a matter of ethics!

And you know what I am not even arguing about that. It is a grey area. But it's the extra scrutiny placed on the female character that gets to me. A clood blooded premeditated murder committed!! As if this murder exists in vacuum. As if this girl who the world around knows to be a commoner would have been allowed to leave Harrenhal by that guard just standing around. As if prisoners and slaves have a say on what is to be their fate. As if each day and every day Arya isn't surrounded by the violence wrought in Harrenhal. As if this violence wasn't necessary for her to make a safe escape.

They would argue it wasn't and here I realize that the issue goes deeper than that. Here is an excerpt of their dialogue:

They maintain that only Gendry and Hot Pie had been in danger here. That Arya was actually safe as she could have just revealed her identity anytime and apparently there were ways of proving it without one recognizing her face ( I doubt that).

Somehow this makes me realize that this sort of thinking is what dismisses Arya's entire arc. This is what had been going wrong in the tv show which reduced all of Arya's trauma to ✨adventure✨because they think all the suffering Arya went through was intentional and could have been stopped anytime! All she had to do was reveal her identity.

I honestly do not know what Arya could have done to prove she was a Stark. When they sent guards to hunt her down and Arya realized that maybe in convincing her two friends to run away with her, she has in turn condemned them- Arya makes a decision to reveal who she is and let herself taken hostage. But here's the thing and no matter how many so called intellectuals throw up shit that her identity could have easily been proven-there would always, always the matter of chance. They could believe or they won't. And what would happen if they won't? Arya would be killed.

Now let's see what would have happened if Roose had ahold of the real Arya? Wouldn't she be in the place of Jeyne Poole. Jeyne has had to suffer under a monster, under a sadist. And those cries that echo around Winterfell now, would have been Arya's. This is what the fandom wants. I mean to say this is what the fandom wants from its female characters. Be the passive recipient of all that is to happen. There is no admiration in taking yourself promptly out of a situation that can be dangerous by actively interfering in the storyline. Act only when an action has been committed against you. There would have been more sympathy for Arya if she bled the way they wanted her to. If her cries echoed through halls. If she wasn't an active participant in her own storyline.

The other thing is the matter of could have. There is always the matter of could have when it comes to Arya. Arya could have tried to be more courteous. Arya could have just let Joffrey cut Mycah's face. And now Arya could have hatched a plan keeping in mind the safety of not only her party but of everyone else ( the Bolton guard) and snuck past. Every decisive control Arya takes is countered with a could have. That Arya chose to simply eliminate the risk in a situation that begged a safe escape isn't taken well. There is always a could have even when the text itself provides us with no definitive answer to this alternative could have.

I never understood how people could judge Dany when she actively brings down an empire of slavery. But now I think I can. There is no passivity. There is unapologetic action against the slave masters. They too perhaps are just some guys standing around to many in this fandom. And every decisive move against them, every violence against them also brings about the compulsion of the could have.

These female characters refuse to be a part of the could have. Of passivity. Their grey actions are to take back control of their storyline. Hence are they vilified. And hence should there be guilt and remorse on their part.

#arya stark #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire

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dragons-and-handcuffs · 4 months

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Okay Derek Snow/Bolton. Roose Bolton's eldest son. A bastard. A crazy bastard.

If you think Ramsay is bad, then Derek is worse. Much much worse. He is a product of Roose Bolton claiming a married woman. His mother left him at Dreadfort. He had to prove for many years that he is a Bolton through and through. He had to go through pain. One worse than the others. He grew to love pain. He started finding pleasure in it.

Imagine him finding his mother and her family. By now he has turned into a complete monster. His body covered in scars. Sinister sadistic look in his eyes. His mother recognized him immediately. She didn't want to let him inside her home but couldn't stop him. Fear filled the house. He stayed for dinner. And by morning the entire family was dead. Left tied up on the Bolton crosses.

Imagine having a man like this fall in love with you. A Stark who is a few years younger than him. Imagine being the love of his life. You have no idea about his feelings for you but you will soon.

You have met him before. Showed him kindness. But you had no idea the monster he is. You have no idea the pain he loves to inflict on others or himself.

#derek snow #derek bolton #roose bolton #hotd #game of thrones #house of the dragon #game of thrones imagines #hotd headcanon #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd imagines #hotd one shot #house of the dragon imagine #ramsay snow #ramsay bolton

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swordsandarms · 11 months

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I think the obvious problem in discussing whether there is a "right" way to deal with Joffrey in order to minimise damage (like Sansa did with Ser Dontos) and applying to how the girls behaved around him at the Trident is no one from Winterfell had yet knowledge that Joffrey was a cruel boy that required finding "special ways to maneuver the damage he wants to inflict".

The Trident is a big reveal moment for the characters coming down from Winterfell of what the current Lannisters are and to be wary of the future. (For the readers, it's already made clear with Bran, but no one in-world knows yet about what actually happened to Bran).

There is no "working" way for the occasion and people involved in which either of the girls react, when faced with what was happening in the moment. They both react in instinctual ways to the situation. Arya tries to fight against it (which is after the fact seen as well meaning but ineffectual); Sansa is more of less just taken aback, doing neither effectual or ineffectual of either acting or talking, just a sideline voice who says something for the sake of it but would not dare act. Given the chance to eventually speak she is also ineffectual in "restricting damage" by trying to put matters in a "acting like no one present did damage and all who did aren't relevant anymore so let's move on" way (Nymeria or Mycah - not that Mycah did something, obviously, but he's a convenient scapegoat for "pacification" for Sansa because she cannot harm him any further by it, one supposes).

Furthermore, the problem is Joffrey, and the questionable situation he puts the girls in for them to have to react - it's not like if Arya wouldn't have been Joffrey's focus, him hearing as much as Sansa inputting "stop" and "you're spoiling it" would have gotten a nice reaction from him also. Imagine only - post no-longer-having-the-limitations-of-being-ONLY-a-Prince Joffrey being told to "stop" because he's making someone else uncomfortable/ruining their day! If we are to judge by what damage the girls' behaviour "causes", be sure Sansa herself would be in line for a lot of "damage" coming her way without her being out of focus.

Both Arya and Sansa learn hard lessons about how to move carefully around dangerous men with power over them from here on, but for both it is a matter of "punished for doing/saying the wrong thing in the past already and getting hit" whether literally or metaphorically before, not of some inane talent to be applauded for. Yes, Sansa can do the "Dontos episode".... After A LONG TIME of tiptoeing around Joffrey acting under his true nature and getting punished when she gets it wrong. Likewise, she can generally hide her true emotions from many others as a result of that lesson (and others).

But heck, so does Arya, particularly after she's under Gregor Clegane no less! Roose Bolton, too! FFS, she is at the stage of lying (or at least concealing the truth through careful choices of words) to the Kindly Man, a literal teacher of reading lies!

#asoiaf #sansa stark #arya stark

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