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16 March 2012 @ 11:57 pm
G A M E O F T H R O N E S K I N K M E M E  

- all characters must be from george r. r. martin's a song of ice and fire's series or the hbo adaption game of thrones
- leave a pairing in the comments, along with an accompanying kink - eg jaime/cersei, voyeurism, theon/robb, oral.
- graphics and fanart are also accepted
- no hate pleeease, we don't all love the same ships but let's not bash because of it :)
- multiple fills are encouraged

SEE: asoiafkinkmeme

leah rebecca: Robb Starkbloodofpyke on March 22nd, 2012 12:40 am (UTC)
battle lust of another kind
The arrows were falling thick and fast as winter snows, the steel crashing so loud he could scarce hear, but he picked up on a strangled cry, and he stopped a minute, thinking no it can’t be he’s fine I’m fine it can’t be before lifting his sword and diving back into the fervor.


It was afterwards, and Robb was rounding on the man treating the wounded. “Why is he still bleeding?” he roared, hand still on his sword, blood still staining his clothing, “why haven’t you fixed him yet?”

“Your Grace, there are other wounded, and his wounds aren’t severe enough to warrant-”

“I don’t care about any of the others, just fix him,” he snapped, thinking how those words would come back to bite him in the ass, thinking how he didn’t care because Theon was lying in a pool of his own blood, and his breathing was too choked and ragged to be good.

He was gone before the man had opened his mouth to respond, gone before he’d even realized where he was headed.

He spent the next hour on the field amongst the dead, this King of the North, this Young Wolf, slashing at the air with his sword, tripping over bodies, throat raw and tight.


It was dark, and still he was on the field, arm sore but still moving, mind reeling. He’ll be fine, he wouldn’t leave me, wouldn’t leave without me, he’ll be fine he’ll be fine he’ll be fine.

He jumped when he heard footsteps, thinking he would turn around to face one of the dead, wondering how his sword would fare against them, but he broke into a smile when he saw who it was, limping and bandaged all the same. “Theon,” he breathed, sword clattering to the frozen ground.


“Fucking ouch!” Theon hissed as Robb’s hands pressed to his skin, pressed to his wound. “Are you trying to kill me, Stark?”

No no never never. But the thoughts were gone as Robb knotted his fingers in Theon’s hair, as he leaned down and kissed him, desperate, frenzied, hearts racing against each other, legs tangled together.

It was freezing, but Robb was a Stark, and they had furs, had each other. Robb tried to be mindful of Theon’s wounds, but he wanted too much, and Theon was moaning into Robb’s mouth, from pain, from satisfaction, Robb didn’t care, he just wanted Theon here, with him, alive.


“That was fun, Stark,” Theon said afterward, breath misting, fingers scrambling to check his dressings.

I wanted you, Robb tried to tell him, I thought I almost lost you. “That’s what I’m here for, Greyjoy,” he said.
mockyrfearsmockyrfears on March 22nd, 2012 12:44 am (UTC)
Re: battle lust of another kind
stab me in the heart leah
OH FUCKING OGdifsjgdls
lil_evil_1lil_evil_1 on March 24th, 2012 12:20 am (UTC)
Re: battle lust of another kind
If only George had given us such nice things...
oximore: Nimuehoximore on March 24th, 2012 09:38 am (UTC)
Re: battle lust of another kind
♥ ♥ ♥
ssparklingtrashssparklingtrash on April 19th, 2012 09:58 pm (UTC)
Re: battle lust of another kind
this is absolutely perfect