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Robb Stark*Frey Girl

Pairing: Robb x F!Frey!Reader

Warnings: Angry Catelyn angst, smut (f receiving oral, loss of virginity, p in v sex, that kinda thing) 18+

Summary: When the war is done Robb can finally enjoy alone time with his queen

Word count: 4127

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A/N: This is basically 2 smuts in one but I didn’t wanna turn this into 3 parts so here’s one long one for yous all.

You don’t need to read part one but for context if not Robb marries a Frey girl and takes her to war with him.

Also alt timeline where Robb wins the war and goes back to the independent North

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Part one Here

Robb had meant what he said on your wedding day. You joined him and his men on their journey and he brought you to all his council meetings much to his men’s and mother’s dismay. No one believed a word out of your mouth either because you were a woman or a Frey. However, Robb did not listen to their pleads to set you aside and continued to take your counsel. The men hated you for that.

That was until they won their next battle, following your plans, and crushing Tywin’s forces. It was apparent they had been waiting for Robb and his men when the Starks were easily able to flank them from the side and back, effectively trapping them in their slaughter. After that his advisors wouldn’t hold a meeting without you. Catelyn’s heart began to soften to you the longer her son survived but there was still a stale bitter air from her whenever you were present.

“She doesn’t like me,” you said as you lay on your bed in Robb and yours tent. He sighed and got up from his table, hands running through his hair, “I don’t mind that she doesn’t, but you can’t lie and say she does,”

“She doesn’t know you,” he said.

“Or like me,” you chirped, rolling over to sit on the bed facing him, “I don’t get why this upsets you more than me,”

Robb sighed as he sat beside you on the bed, his arm resting behind your back so you could lean on him, “Because I want her to like you! Like I do. Well not quite the same I suppose but still,” he said.

“I want her to like me too,” you said as you took his hand to hold, “but it’s hardly something we can rush. This is my war,” you said, and Robb’s eyes squinted in confusion, “Men go off and fight in battles with swords. Us women fight our war with words. For all your mother knows I’ve secured you and was sent to trick you,”

“My mother doesn’t think you seduced me,” Robb said, and you laughed in response causing a smirk to fall on Robb’s lips, “Or did you?” he asked as he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap.

You laughed at the sudden movement, but it was silenced by Robb placing his lips on yours. In all the time you had been at war you had yet to bed your husband, but you had been intimate in other ways so the taste of his lips was nothing new but still as intoxicating as before. “Maybe I did,” you grinned, bringing your hands to rest on his chest, your hips lightly grinding into his as you made yourself comfortable on his lap, “Are you complaining?”

Robb hummed as his hands fell from your hips to your ass, squeezing as they did, “I’m not sure. Do you think its wise to seduce your king?” he asked as he smirked.

You matched his smirk with your own as you began to place kisses to his jaw, “Only when they look like you your grace,” an airy laugh left his lips, but it stopped when you grinded against his lap again, this time feeling something twitch in his trousers. “Unless you’d prefer me to stop,” you said, removing your lips from his skin.

Robb’s fingers dug into your ass as he pulled you closer, grinding against you as he did, “Who said you were allowed to stop?” he asked as he began trailing his own kisses down your neck, stopping at your collarbone to nip it with his teeth before soothing it with his lips. You gasped at the feeling, grinding your hips into his again. his hands went to your hips to hold them steady as he brought his up to grind against you.

You pushed his chest, dethatching his lips from your skin, and causing him to fall back onto the bed. You knew he had only let you push him, however. You crawled to be on top of him, your lips going to his.

By now you had learned what he liked and brought your fingers to tangle in his curls causing moans to fall from his lips as he continued to grind his hips against you. His hands squeezed your hips tighter. His lips fit perfectly against yours and his teeth began to nip at your bottom lip begging for entrance which you quickly granted. The kiss was slow and tender, but you grew hungry for more. Weeks of making out and grinding but nothing more had left you feeling desperate for your husband’s touch.

As your hips grinded against his you felt his cock harden underneath you, threatening to break free. The feeling of his cock against you made you moan into the kiss. Robb’s hands went up to your waist, gripping it, and pushing you off of him to climb on top of you. He pulled out the kiss, his breath falling heavy against your skin, “Tell me what you want,” he asked as he began to leave sloppy kisses to your neck.

You moaned under his touch, “I want you inside of me,” you confessed.

Robb stopped his assault on your neck, moving to look you in your eyes, “Are you sure love? We don’t have to,” his hand trailed along your arm, moving down to hold your hand.

You smiled at your husband, ever honourable and noble, you had never expected to have to wait this long and you could only imagine he was as desperate as you, “I am. I want this. I want you,” you told him, your hand resting on his jaw.

Robb grinned down at you beneath him, “You have no idea how much I want you,” he confessed as he sat up, taking off his shirt and loosening his trousers, “I’ve dreamt of this every night,”

You giggled at his words as he undressed himself. “Help me with my dress?” you asked when he was finished and soon you were only in your shift which you decided to keep on. Despite knowing no one would dare enter the tent you were still aware of the number of men around you from the noises from outside the tent.

Robb laid you down on the bed, positioning himself above you, before placing a tender kiss on your lips. “If you want to stop, just tell me,” he said, and you nodded in response. Robb used one hand to keep him up and the other to grab his member, running it along your folds almost teasing you. You let out a moan at the feeling alone. When he pushed in you couldn’t stop the gasp. Robb paused but his tip remained inside you, “Are you okay love?” he asked, placing a kiss to your forehead, “Is it too much?”

You gripped onto his bicep, feeling how strong his muscle was compared to your grip, “Its just big,” you said, and Robb grinned at your words, “Just go slow,”

“Of course, my queen,” Robb said as he slowly began to push further inside of you with his eyes locked on yours. You held your gasp in this time as he began to stretch you until he was almost fully inside when he paused, “Let me know when you’re ready,” Robb said, and you nodded.

Your hand moved to his hair, pulling him down into a kiss which he gladly accepted. His lips began to devour yours as the burning sensation eased. Lust began to burn inside you as the feeling became more comfortable. You pulled away from his kiss, “You can move now,”

Robb nodded and slowly he did as you said. He began to slowly move his hips, thrusting in and out of you as the new sensation made your skin tingle. Robb’s eyes were screwed shut, soft moans falling from his lips from his movements. You began to feel more at ease with the thrusts and you craved more.

Breathy moans fell from your lips as your hands went to hold his shoulders, feeling how strong they were from all his training. “Robb please,” you gasped as he thrust into you again.

“Please what my queen?” he asked, opening his eyes but continuing his agonisingly slow pace.

You whined beneath him, “Go faster. Please. I can handle it,”

“Oh yeah?” Robb asked as he began to thrust his hips faster, “You think you can handle me?” he asked. You moaned at the new speed, moving your hips in an attempt to meet his. He held your hips down with his hand. “Lie still sweetheart,” he said as you moaned his name softly, “Fuck you’re so pretty when you do that,” he said as he began to thrust harder.

“Fuck,” you gasped as he began to hit new depths inside of you, “Please Robb fuck,” you gasped.

“Please what?” he asked as he gripped your hips tighter.

“Don’t stop,” you answered, your eyes screwing shut as an unfamiliar knot grew in your stomach, “Please don’t stop,”

Robb almost chuckled at your words, “I’m not done with you yet my queen,” he said as he leaned down to join your lips. The kiss was messy and sloppy as he continued his thrusts. Whenever the kiss broke you felt his hot heavy breath against your wet lips. Robb broke the kiss again, leaning his sweating forehead against yours, “I think I’m gonna,” he said, trailing off as he screwed his eyes shut.

Before you could respond someone outside the tent yelled Robbs name. “Don’t come in!” He yelled back, not stopping his pace, “Fuck I don’t think I can wait,” he whispered to you, unfazed by whoever was outside. In this moment he was your husband, not someone’s king.

“It’s okay,” you told him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. A guttural moan fell from his lips and suddenly all his movements stopped as his eyes screwed up tighter, his whole body going tense. You felt a new sensation in your cunt that was already wet from your actions but was now filled with his seed.

It was once you realised what had happened Robb basically collapsed on top of you, laying on you with ragged breathing. “I’m sorry love,” he said, and you cut him off by pressing your lips against his, almost shivering at his touch, “I’ll make it up to you I promise,”

Again, someone yelled his name from outside the tent. “I swear to fuck,” Robb whispered before turning his head to yell at the tents entrance, “I said go!” he yelled. As Robb began to move off of you the tent burst open. Robb scrambled to pull sheets on top of you both and your face went red when you realised who had burst in. “Mother?!” Robb said, his eyes wide as she closed the tent behind her storming in.

“We’re in a war and your advisors need you and your too busy bedding some woman “she began her rant, her face flushing red.

Robb sat up as you pulled the sheets closer to you, “She is my wife,” Robb said, his words spitting venom. “Isn’t this what I’m supposed to be doing?”

“You’re supposed to be making battle plans to win this wretched war!” she bellowed.

Robb straightened his posture and glared at his mother as you tried to avoid the crossfire beneath the sheets, “And what about after the war?” he asked, “I’ll need heirs surely. Is that not why kings have queens?” you felt your heart twinge at his words. Almost sensing your pain, Robb’s hand found yours under the sheets, “She is my queen. Your queen. You don’t have to like her, but I do,”

“Maybe I’d like her better if her father didn’t try and betray us!”

“And who was it that warned us of this?” Robb bellowed across the tent, his hand squeezing yours tighter, and even you were almost frightened of him in the moment. The movement outside the tent seemed to quiet as did the noise inside the tent. “You have no right to barge into my tent,” Robb said, his voice lowered.

“I am your mother,” Catelyn said, her voice low and shaky. “Does that mean nothing to you?”

“It means everything to me,” Robb said, “But so does she. And if you have an issue with it, I suggest you keep it to yourself,” A heavy silence hung over the tent which was only broke by the sound of Catelyn turning and storming out.

Robb sighed and flung himself back down onto the bed beside you. He raised his hand, still holding yours, and kissed the back of your hand. “That’s not how I wanted that to go,” he confessed.

You curled into your husband’s side and pressed a kiss to his clenched jaw, “It’s a good thing we have a lifetime to do it again,” Robb smiled at your words, “but for now,” you continued, “I think its best you talk to your mother,”

Robb sighed before turning his head to face you with a grin, “I hate how you’re always right,”

“You’re gonna hate it for a lifetime as well im afraid,” you smiled back at him, your nose scrunching as you did. Robb leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your lips before you pushed him back gently, “Go. Before she starts another war,”

“Fine, fine,” Robb huffed as he climbed out of bed and began to dress, “but this is not over,” he said with grin, placing a kiss to your forehead before he left.

He was gone for a while and for many days after Catelyn avoided eye contact with you however eventually she slowly began to warm up to you. Every time Robb rode into battle it was just you and a few nonfighting men left so you had to talk eventually. Robb tried to leave Greywind with you for protection, but you insisted you were safe without him. Catelyn saw the way you spoke to her son before he rode to battle, how you leaned into his touch scared it would be your last, you reminded her of herself.

After so much time and so much loss the war was won. The seven kingdoms had become six and the North had its King back at Winterfell. A new monarch ruled in Kingslanding with an agreed understanding of your independence. Finally, you could ride back to your new home with Robb. It didn’t take long for the remaining Starks to follow and now everyone was safe at Winterfell.

It was Catelyn who suggested a second wedding to brighten the spirits of the North. You and Robb had a second wedding in the Gods wood to have your marriage recognised by the old Gods, Greywind still by your side. The celebration lasted days and was also celebrating the Norths independence amongst everything else.

Between the war and the celebrations, you had been so busy you had hardly saw Robb. After the weeklong celebration was over and most Lords had returned with their people to their castles or holdings you hoped you would finally have time with him.

The sky was dark and the only men in the castle were guards on night watch who bowed as you passed them. The queen in the north. Off to find her king with a direwolf by her side. You knew where he would be. You entered the newly assembled throne room with Greywind walking beside you and smiled when you noticed Robb sat on Winterfell’s new throne, with one of equal size beside it for you. He had insisted a smaller one was an insult to you, and no one argued with the king. Apart from his wife of course.

“What are you doing up so late?” you asked, shutting the doors behind you and walking up to your husband.

He smiled seeing you, but you could see all the emotions swimming behind his mind, “Its all finally sinking in,” he said. He looked down and saw Greywind by your side, “Does he follow you everywhere?”

“Normally yeah. I am his favourite after all,” you teased as you stood in front of him, your hand resting on his.

Robb smiled as he pulled you to sit on his lap, facing out to the throne room, “I can’t blame him. He has good taste,” he said, and you hummed in agreement. “How does it feel to be a queen?”

“How does it feel to be a king?” you answered his question with one of your own. Neither one of you knew how to feel but you knew with Robb beside you, you would figure it out. “If I’m queen does that mean I can do whatever I want?” you asked.

Robb hummed behind you, placing a kiss to the back of your neck, “I suppose so love. As long as you’re with me,”

You leaned back into his chest, “There’s nowhere I’d rather be my king,” Robb looked into your eyes before crashing his lips onto yours. They were hungry and strong like his hands that were gripping onto your hips, securing you in place. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip, and you were no one to deny your king. He gained entry, his tongue fighting with yours. It was sloppy and impatient but so fiery it made a warm feeling flood your stomach.

Greywind growled from beside the throne causing you to pull away, almost gasping for air, “I don’t think he’s so happy,” You said, giggling when Robb moved to kiss your neck.

“Then send him away,” Robb said before biting the spot where your neck and shoulder met. You gasped then moaned when he soothed it with his tongue.

You tried waving your hand, signalling the wolf to go but he only came closer. “Greywind no,” you said, moaning again when Robbs kisses trailed up to under your jaw. “Go Greywind,” you tried again. Finally, the wolf took the message and padded away and out of the door to the throne room. “The door,” you reminded Robb when you realised it was open still.

Robb groaned as he picked you up and set you beside the throne, “You better be naked when I get back,” he said before rushing over to shut the door. you quickly did as your king commanded. Due to the hour, you were only in your night clothes and a cloak anyway which you had kept tightly shut before getting in the room. Now the fabric was discarded beside the thrones.

He had a wolfish hunger in his eyes as he strode across the throne room to you. He pulled you in by the back of your neck for a frantic kiss before he shoved you by your hips to sit on the throne. “I’ve been waiting for this,” Robb said as he stripped himself of his tunic and undershirt. “That whole war all I could think about was getting home so I could please my queen,” he said as he sunk to his knees in front of you, “Would you like that?” Robb asked as he pressed a kiss to your knee, the another slightly further up and up, “Do you want me to please you right here on the throne?” Robb asked as he placed your legs over his shoulder, and he placed a final kiss to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you with desperate eyes, his breath fanning over your wet core where his mouth was mere inches from. You nodded down at him, biting your lip as equally desperate as him. Robb just chuckled though and pressed another kiss to your other thighs, “I want to hear you say it my queen,” he said.

It was as if your breath was caught in your throat. “Please,” you managed to breathe out, “Please my king. Make me come undone,” you begged.

“Your wish is my command,” he said as he ran a finger up your folds, “Your so wet for me,” Robb chuckled causing your cheeks to flush, “Such a pretty site,” he praised before leaning closer and pressing a kiss to your now exposed clit causing you to gasp.

Robb gripped your thighs as he brought his mouth to your core. He began trailing feather light licks up your cunt going slow and teasing moans and obscenities to fall from your lips. He slowly increased the pressure, his nose coming to nuzzle your clit as he brought his tongue closer. By now anyone in the hall could probably hear your curses as he was lapping up your juices, his tongue diving into your hole as his nose nudged your clit. A line of moans and gasps fell out your lips at the feeling of his mouth. It was the first time you had been touched in this way and you begged it would not be the last.

Suddenly you felt his fingertips circling your hole, his tongue moving up to focus on swirling around your clit. You gasped in pleasure when his fingers entered you, curling perfectly as he had learned to do over your rushed encounters in the war. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach grow and tighten as Robb increased his fingers speed till, he hit a sweet spot when a loud moan fell from your lips. You could almost feel his smirk against your cunt, knowing he had found it. his added tongue only made you crazier as begs and curses fell from your lips, begging him to keep going.

The pressure continued to build until you felt his teeth graze your clit then suddenly all the pressure released, and the most unladylike moans erupted out of your lips as your body shake under his touch. Your whole body was exhausted by the time Robb stood; his face wet with your juices but he didn’t seem to care as he dove in for a hungry kiss.

His lips were rough against yours as he lifted you off the throne to quickly replace you, placing you on his lap facing him. Robb pulled back from the kiss to hold your face and push your hair from your face, “Fuck you’re perfect,” he whispered against your lips, “Let’s see if I can make you do that again. Would you like that love?” he asked as he began unlacing his trousers. You kissed him in response, unable to speak from the tiredness that had overcome your body. Robb chuckled into the kiss, “You’re perfect,” he said.

You managed to force your body up enough for him to slide his trousers down. You looked down to see Robb’s hard cock spring free from his trousers. The tip was red, and you could already see his precum dripping off the top. Robb held your hips, pulling you closer and guiding his cock if for you to sink down on. Your breath hitched in your throat at the girth but there was little pain after how he had prepared you.

Robb cursed at the feeling of you sinking down on him and his hands stayed on your hips which he began moving to grind onto him, moans falling from his lips. “You feel so good,” He grunted as he hung his neck to rest on your shoulder, “You’ll be the end of me,” Rob told you.

Finally feeling more awake from before you began to grind your hips to match his, Robb’s head falling back to rest on the back of the throne as he watched you ride him on it. more curses fell from both your lips at the feeling. You weren’t going fast enough for the king however who decided to grip your hips tighter and snap his hips up to thrust into you. Endless moans fell from your lips as Robb thrust into you faster than before.

You felt the same knot as before build in your stomach as he thrust into you. Suddenly Robb licked his fingers before bringing them down to rub your already sensitive clit causing the knot to tangle a hundred times more. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build and crash again as you came undone around him a second time. As you squeezed around his cock Robb felt his own orgasm quickly approaching so as you rode out your peak, he chased his.

Robb let out a growl as his seed spilt into you and you fell onto his chest on the throne. The room was silent apart from both your panting. After a few moments of silence, you pressed a kiss to Robbs chest, “We should do that again sometime,”

“Oh, we’re gonna do this a lot more love,”

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talesof-old · 3 months

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dry hands | r.s.

pairing(s): robb stark x reader

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

word count: 859

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

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

Winter had come swiftly.

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

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

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

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

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

“My love, you need to sleep.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are your hands so dry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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daenysx · 19 days

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I just wanna kiss james !! Or Robb !!! Like I know it would be so sweet esp on lazy nights on Fridays after a long day :(( ilysm gorgeous !

i love u too, thank you so much for requesting angel!! if you have any robb stark requests please send them lovelies!

robb stark x fem!reader, modern au - fluff and a bit suggestive at the end ♡

robb swears everything tests his patience today.

how much can a person deal with misfortunes in one single day? he woke up with a stupid headache, you were at your own apartment so he didn't get to see you first thing in the morning, his shirt wasn't neatly pressed as he likes, and his morning coffee had too much milk.

things at the office had been hectic too; he had to deal with too many people who were only after his name and nothing more, jon didn't come at all because he was sick, his assistant also took a day off so robb had to plan everything. it is maddening at this point and robb thinks he'll never make it home.

but, well- he does make it home somehow.

it's a friday night, meaning he doesn't need to leave his apartment all day long and if you agree, he'll plan a long day of staying in bed with you. he loosens up his tie, throws his suit jacket on the couch, and follows the smell of pesto until he gets into the kitchen.

there you are, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and his old football team t-shirt he wore back in university. he adores the sight, you are stirring the sauce in a huge pan and the kettle is turned on. his shoulders curve slightly, his back dies to get free of the tension he held all day.

you finally see him when the kettle stops and you turn around. you are quick to give him a hug, arms wrapped around his neck as you kiss the skin next to his ear. robb welcomes the hug with open arms and fond lips, he can smell your shampoo when he kisses your hair. he feels better already, the comfort of you in his home works like magic.

"hey." you mumble against his neck.

"hey." he says back. "hey, sweetheart."

"are you hungry?" you ask, leaving his arms to keep stirring the sauce. "i'm making pasta with the sauce you like, i just got back from school and i'm really hungry, i couldn't wait to cook something fancy."

you tone is sweet and teasing, the favorite one of robb's. he smiles, comes right behind you to kiss your neck from the open collar. "it smells perfect."

"yeah?" you say, smiling at his tired voice. "go change your clothes, baby, then we can set the table."

the dinner fixes almost every wrong thing in robb's head. you tell him about your day, your classes, your appointment with your professor. he talks about his morning coffee and his idiotic clients. he gossips a bit about jon and the new employee who he's absolutely sure has a crush on jon. you laugh at the jokes he makes, lips covered in sauce and cheeks blushed with the joy.

after you're finished with the dinner and the dishes, robb offers to make some tea. you sit on the couch, trying to choose a movie for the background noise. you don't think neither of you can actually manage to focus on something for two hours. you get under the huge blanket, the one you've brought from your own apartment for robb when he got so sick and needed something to keep him warm. your boyfriend thinks the cold weather would never affect him but he was wrong for that time and you were quick to show your affection with a steaming bowl of soup and a fluffy blanket.

robb comes back with two cups of tea, he puts them on the coffee table. you lift the side of the blanket for him and he sits next to you. he kisses the side of your head before taking a sip from his cup. you spend minutes on drinking tea with you playing with his curls, exchanging silent words, and sometimes commenting on the movie. it's nice to end the day with the love of your life, you think. nights like these are always peaceful with robb.

after finishing his tea, robb puts his head on your thighs. a silent indication to show you how desperate he is to feel your touch. your fingers play with his curls, you rub his forehead with a little firmer touch. he's still tense and clearly needs rest so you do your best to give him some comfort. robb closes his eyes, lost in deep pleasure he'd been dreaming all day as you rake your nails softly on his skin.

"feeling any better?" you ask silently, drawing a star on his shoulder.

he nods, a deep sound from his throat rises to tell you how perfect you are for him. "thank you, baby."

you don't think you'll ever get used to hear the word baby from robb stark's lips. his voice is silky smooth and deep, he can make you do anything only by using that voice and he chooses to call you baby. his baby, his sweetheart, his angel girl. his girl. his.

you lean in an uncomfortable angle to kiss his forehead. he opens his eyes after a few seconds and gives you a smile. it's small but still he earns a smile back from you. he sits normally on the couch, and then leans on the other side of the couch to motion his hands towards you. "come here." he says and you follow.

robb pulls you on his body; your thighs on either sides of him, your face tucked nicely to his neck, and your arms staying limp on the couch. he kisses your hair, inhales the scent of your shampoo deeply. his hands are huge and he uses them expertly to rub your back. one hand cups your neck to press lightly on your tight muscles and the other one massages your entire back with gentle fingers. you close your eyes, letting him carry all your weight. all the stress and tension melt in his arms.

"i'm gonna fall asleep." you mumble. robb only kisses your hair as a response. "i'll carry you to bed, sweetheart." he whispers. he keeps his pressure on your muscles and you feel so needy for him even though his hands are all over you.

"robb-" you start, thighs clenching unconsciously.

"shh." he says quietly. "you are too tired, don't force yourself."

you nod, he pushes his thigh in between yours to give you something to press on. it's a relief and it's working, you can feel the hard muscle of his thigh against yourself.

"but-" you say with a small yawn. "in the morning?"

robb chuckles lowly. he gives you a fond kiss on your forehead. "in the morning i'm gonna wake you up so nicely, i promise."

it's the only promise that can put you to sleep. your eyes close finally, permanent for the night. robb has always been a nice pillow for you but especially after a tired day, both of you long for the contentment of each other and it feels like magic. your head stays on his heart, his heartbeat a beautiful lullaby to dream to.

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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Being the oldest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma was a blessing and a curse at once. But Visenya– as cunning, intelligent, and brave she was– prepared her very own path with the help of the one man who held her heart in his hands and kept her back at all time. (fluff, a bit of angst)

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A request for something fluff with Robb Stark (fluff, a tiny hint of angst)

headers by the amazing @hgstuff

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The Last Velaryon

Haelesa is the last daughter of the Velaryon tree, and her house is in danger of dying out. So her father decides to convince Tywin to make her and Jaime wed. Yet when she rides North with the royal family, she can't help but fall for the young wolf Robb Stark.

1 - The Arrangement

2 - Swords and Winterfell

3 - The Feast pt 1

4 - The Feast pt 2

5 - The Wedding I Didn’t Choose

6 - Revealing Letters

7 - The Waring Battlefield

8 - The Truth of Jaime Lannister

9 -

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Comments / reblogged thoughts really appreciated ❤️

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Dreams - Masterlist

They all need each other, though each in their own seperate way. Growing up and loving in times of war isn't easy at all. Especially when you have to fight for the lives of the people you thought you loved - when you have to abandon everything for the greater good, when you have to choose between sexual, familiar and romantic love.

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings and General Tags under the cut.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Chapters:

1 - Jon ¦ 2 - Robb ¦ 3 - Lucie ¦ 4 - Robb ¦ 5 - Jon ¦ 6 - Lucie ¦ 7 - Jon ¦ 8 - Robb ¦ 9 - Lucie ¦ 10 - Jon ¦ 11 - Lucie ¦ 12 - Robb ¦ 13 - Jon ¦ 14 - Lucie ¦ 15 - Jon ¦ 16 - Robb ¦ 17 - Lucie ¦ 18 - Robb ¦ 19 - Jon ¦ 20 - Lucie ¦ 21 - Robb ¦ 22 - Jon ¦ 23 - Lucie ¦ 24 - Theon ¦ 25 - Jon ¦ 26 - Lucie ¦ 27 - Theon ¦ 28 - Jon ¦ 29 - Lucie ¦ 30 - Theon ¦ 31 - Robb ¦ 32 - Jon ¦ 33 - Lucie ¦ 34 - Jon ¦ 35 - (surprise) ¦ 36 - Jon ¦ 37 - Lucie ¦

Drabbles and One-Shots:

"My Sweet" - Robb Stark x Lucie Templeton

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Warnings / Tags: Canon Divergence - AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Misogyny, Canon-Typical Violence, Dubcon, Alcohol, Drugs, Age Difference, Religious Guilt, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, War, Forced Marriage, Arranged Marriage, Pregnancy, Character death, Child Death, Age Play, Bondage, Masochism, Edging, Derogatory Language, Infidelity, Oral Sex, Unplanned Pregnany, Breeding Kink, Masturbation, Hunting, Underage Sex (Canon-Typical)

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Dreams

Chapter 05 - Jon

18+ MINORS DNI Word Count: 2.9k Chapter Warnings: angst

The haunting nightmare had returned with a vengeance. Jon felt the clammy chill of the castle walls wrap around him as he held the wailing infant in his arms. His face was caked in crimson and droplets of blood trickled from the corners of his eyes.

An eerie voice called out his name, urging him to turn around. Fearful yet determined, Jon slowly twisted his body and saw Lucie's lifeless frame crumpled on the cold stone floor, surrounded by a growing pool of her own lifeblood. The babe had stilled in his embrace, its wide eyes fixed on Jon's face - it seemed to be begging for rescue.

He took one step towards her, when an overwhelming pain surged through his chest, like a thousand arrows piercing deep into the innermost depths of his core.

Jon tried to move forward but was unable to do so, as if he was stuck in time itself. He looked down at Lucie, noticing her lifeless eyes which were still filled with love despite her death. Tears started streaming down Jon's face as he realized that it was all his fault--he had been too slow to save her; now she lay dead before him due to his negligence.

The pain in Jon's chest only intensified as he saw the babe lying helplessly next to Lucie's lifeless body, its little hands clutching her arm tightly as if begging not to be taken away from its mother even in death.

He knew he could never make up for what had happened; all he could do now was offer it some comfort by taking it away from this place of tragedy and giving it a better life elsewhere.

Waking up with a start, Jon saw the way Ghost, his direwolf, looked at him with concerned eyes and shook his head. What the hell?

He knew Lucie would get engaged to Robb at some point, yet he hadn't anticipated his mind to react in such a dastardly way. He gently scratched Ghost between his ears and groaned, running his hands through his messy hair. Maester Luwin had been right all these years ago - going to bed angry was never a good idea.

He pulled on a fresh shirt and traipsed over to his washing basin, quickly washing his sweaty face in the icy water. Lucie hadn't shown up yesterday to the library. Did something happen to her? Pulling on his breeches and lacing them, he shook his head. No, most probably Robb forbade her. He knew it wasn't just for him that she went there - it was her only place where she could talk openly about her worries. Besides, Robb did have a certain posessive streak about him, since the moment where they started... noticing women.

Throwing on the rest of his clothes, along with his sword belt and a fur cloak, he quickly fixed his dark, tousled hair and walked out of chambers down to the hall to break fast with the others. Would Lucie be there? Straightening his shoulders, he bit his tongue. Of course she'd be there, gods, she isn't married to Robb yet, she'd have no reason not to eat with everyone else.

Quickening his pace, Jon entered the dining hall and looked around for her. To his relief, she was there. She was sitting next to Robb, and the two of them were engaged in a lively conversation with Sansa, looking like the closest of family. Jon felt a stab of pain in his chest and walked over to where the food was kept on the long trestle tables.

"Hey, Jon, you look rough."

Jon turned around to see Theon standing behind him, grinning like a fool. That little prick. Jon gritted his teeth, raising his brows. "You don't look so good either, Greyjoy."

Lucie and Robb both looked up at once, glancing at each other and then back at Jon. He walked over to the table with his food, trying to make his features into an innocent expression.

"Jon." Robb got up from his seat and walked over to him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Come to my chambers later, we need to talk."

He gave Jon a hard look before turning around, and sitting back down again. Jon's body tensed up, but he collected himself, walking over to his seat and sitting down. He glanced at Lucie who had a perplexed look on her face. He gave her a small smile and she returned it, whispering something to Robb who nodded his head.

"Thank you for the meal." Jon said with a curt nod to Maester Luwin who was standing on the other side of the table.

Theon muttered an agreement which was echoed by the younger children.

Lucie glanced at the pile of eggs and bacon on his plate and gave him a smirk. Gods, that smirk... "Have you not had enough to eat, yesterday, at the feast? You look like a starving man." The lightness in her voice brought a smile to Jon's face. He hadn't heard Lucie sound so cheerful in so long.

Though he was glad that she was so content, were her joyous feelings connected to Robb? His heart grew heavy at the thought but he tried to remind himself that it wasn't his place to question her happiness. No matter what, she would soon be married and he had to quell these confusing emotions.

“Yesterday's feast had been magnificent, but today my stomach rumbles once again, Lady Lucie,” he said with a faint smile as he lifted his mug of warm beer to his lips. At the same time, he could feel Robb's looming presence in the back of his mind; nothing ever good comes from his need for further discussion. He had to force himself not to shudder at the thought.

Lucie giggled, further surprising Jon and Robb. Lucie... giggled? The two of them shared a look before Jon cleared his throat. "So... what are your plans for today?" he asked, turning back to Lucie.

"I'm going to go embroider with Sansa and Arya, I'll try to get them to stay still and not insult each other for a while," she said with a bright smile. "And then I think I'll go into the godswood and draw, I think."

Jon glanced over at Robb. "Do you want me to come with you outside? It's getting colder now, I'll try to keep your ink from freezing."

It was clear that Robb was uncomfortable by the suggestion but Lucie's face lit up. "Yes! That would be wonderful."

Jon felt his chest tighten as he watched Lucie finishing her breakfast, the motion of her lips mesmerizing him. His heart raced at the thought of touching those lips with his own, to see them wrapped around his member...

He had to force himself to look away in order to keep from thinking about these wicked things - never before had he experienced such longing and lust for someone so close yet so forbidden. He nearly choked on his thoughts as he realized that he'd never be able to escape them.

He'd never have thought that someone so dear to him could lighten up his day and dampen it at the same time just by simply existing.

Robb's voice interrupted his thoughts. "If you two are done here, I'll need to discuss something with Jon in my chambers."

Lucie nodded, pushing her chair away from the table. She grabbed Arya's hand as Sansa followed close behind them and started walking towards the door.

Jon quickly stood and followed them out of the dining hall, though he couldn't help but feel a sting of disappointment at having to leave Lucie's presence so soon. As Theon strode away, his echoing laugh reverberated through the room. "Ha! Little Snow's going to get an earful for fucking the ice-maid", he jeered mockingly.

Even through his shock, Jon couldn't help but notice Lucie's cheeks flush pink in reaction. He was furious that Theon would even suggest such a thing - did he really think it was funny?

"Shut your damned mouth before I give you one," Robb retorted and shook his head, motioning Jon to leave with him.

Ignoring Theon's comment and Robb's apologetic look, Lucie left the hall. With one final tug on Arya's hand she disappeared around the corner, which left him to follow Robb up to his chambers.

Noting the stiffness in Robb's expression, Jon was sure that he had heard Theon's comment.

"I'm glad we can talk, Jon." Robb took a deep breath as they came up the stairs to his chambers. "Please, in, in here."

Jon stood on his side of the door and waited for Robb to open it, which he did after a moment of hesitation, allowing Jon in first before closing the door behind them.

"So, uhm... never mind that." Robb said in an attempt to sound casual. "I mean, it's not important, I guess. Go on, take a seat."

Jon folded his arms over his chest, his eyes locked on Robb's. "Robb, Theon's an idiot who doesn't know what he's talking about - I can't believe that he would says something like that in front of the kids, in front of Maester Luwin."

Letting out an annoyed growl, Robb massaged his temples. "I know, I know, don't worry, I'll tell him to stop. He's been trying to suggest I fuck Lucie before our marriage so she might warm up to me, but that's just... so wrong."

Shrugging, Jon sighed. "That's Theon for you. Though most of the stuff he said probably come from his own dreams."

Robb stared at him, tilting his head. "You don't mean...?"

"I'm not saying anything," Jon said, lifting his hands in surrender. "But I think you should relax and stop worrying so much, Robb. You're too tense for courting Lucie - I honestly don't know why... uh... it doesn't work between you two."

Robb let out a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's not that I don't like Lucie, it's just that... I feel like we barely know each other. And then there's you," he said as he turned his gaze to Jon, his eyes filled with an intensity that made Jon's heart race. "How did you manage to get so close to her, Jon?"

Jon felt his cheeks heat up, his mind racing to come up with a plausible answer. He couldn't admit to the sinful thoughts that plagued his mind whenever he was near Lucie and the fact that he didn't have to do anything special... He was just being himself.

"I... I don't know, Robb. I guess we just clicked," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Robb narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenched as he studied Jon's face. "There's something you're not telling me, Jon. I can see it in your eyes."

Jon's heart raced as he felt Robb's hand grip his shoulder tightly. "Please, Robb, let it go. It's not important."

"It is important, Jon. Lucie is going to be my wife soon and I need to know everything about her."

Jon felt a pang of jealousy and anger at Robb's words. How could he be so blind to see that Lucie that she had feelings too? Feelings that were human, like grief, anger and fear? "Why don't you just ask her then? Instead of interrogating me?"

Robb's grip on Jon's shoulder tightened, his eyes locked onto Jon's. "Because I trust you, Jon. You're my brother."

Jon could hardly breathe as Robb stepped closer to him. "It's just so confusing, Robb. I know you don't want to hurt her, but... I like her, Robb, I adore her." The words left Jon's mouth before he could stop them, but it did not matter anymore - he could not take them back.

Jon gulped, his throat dry as he watched his brother move even closer to him, his free hand lifting to Jon's other shoulder, staring down at him. "I know, Jon. I know how much you love her and I know how much you want her. But I want her too. She is mine - my betrothed."

Robb's voice was firm, yet it held a pleading tone that tugged at Jon's heart. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he felt Robb hesitantly loosen his grip on him. "Please, Jon, you're the only one who can help me with this."

Jon closed his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Robb, I'll help you. Always." What did he get himself into? Was he mad, telling Robb about..?

"I'm so sorry, Jon. I know this must hurt you, but I need you. I need you both." His brother's hand relaxed its grip. "I know I'm being selfish, but I can't help it. I need her."

Jon opened his eyes, his heart hammering in his chest as Robb's hand lingered at his shoulder, his gaze boring into Jon's as he walked back to his chair.

Jon felt a pang of sadness rush through him as he stared at his brother's broad back. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if things were different. If Robb didn't have to marry Lucie, Jon could tell her how he truly felt and be with her like he had always wanted. But that was impossible now, Robb had chosen Lucie and there was no going back from that.

He exhaled sharply, feeling a sudden wave of admiration for Robb flood through him despite everything. His brother trusted him so much and still wanted his opinion even though Jon had revealed his true feelings about Lucie. He was so grateful for the trust between them - something that they had never really shared before - and he vowed to do whatever it takes to keep it alive. It meant more to him than anything else in the world right now, even if it meant having to put aside his own feelings about Lucie just this once.

Clearing his throat, Jon gave Robb an awkward smile. "Well, uh, now that that's settled, what would you like to know about her. I'll try my best to answer all of your questions."

Robb relaxed his shoulders, the tension leaving his body as he settled back into his chair. "Thank you, Jon. I appreciate it." He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he gazed at Jon. "So, tell me, what does Lucie like to do? What are her interests?"

Jon thought for a moment, his mind racing through all the conversations that he had had with Lucie over the past few months. "Well, she enjoys drawing and reading. She's had a lot of free time lately, so she's been trying to improve her skills."

Robb's eyes lit up, a smile forming on his lips. "That's great. Maybe I could commission her to draw something for me."

Jon nodded, a sense of relief washing over him as he talked about Lucie's hobbies. Maybe this would help Robb see her in a different light and stop worrying so much about connecting with her.

"But there's something else, too," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Lucie hates public speaking. It makes her really nervous."

Robb frowned, his brow furrowing as he looked at Jon. "Why would that matter?"

Jon shrugged. "I don't know, Robb. It's just something that I've noticed about her. Maybe you could try to avoid putting her in situations where she has to talk in front of a crowd? It seemed like you startled her greatly at the feast, when you announced your betrothal."

Robb leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping on the armrests as he thought about what Jon had just said. "I see. That's good to know. Thank you, Jon. I... uh,,, Will try to approach her in a different way. And if uh... no, you know, forget it. Shall we go and spar for a bit? This has gotten so awkward, I'm looking forward to blowing off some steam."

Jon smiled, a wave of relief washing over him as he saw his brother's tense shoulders relax. "Yes, that's a good idea." He rose to his feet, feeling a knot of tension leave his body as he stretched. "I'll meet you outside."

With a deep sigh, Jon shut the door tightly behind them and smiled as he strolled down the hall towards the courtyard.

He had done it again - helped Robb, and by extension, Lucie. He had managed to hold his feelings for her at bay, even if only for a few moments. And he knew that it was for the best because now, he could stand by Robb's side and help him truly connect with Lucie.

As Lucie and Sansa's laughter rang out in the halls, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had worked so hard to be in this position, to have her close to him, but now that it was within his grasp, he had to let her go. She was untouchable, and he knew he could never truly reach her.

His heart ached with every step he took, the pain growing with every breath he took, yet he felt strangely light and free. He had done it for Robb and Lucie - he had sacrificed his own happiness for theirs, it was the epitome of chivalry. And he would do it again.

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starstruckunknown-princess · 1 year

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Winter Market

Pairing: Modern!Robb Stark x F!Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Word Count: 1067

Summary: While running your own stall at a Winter Market, you run into an old schoolmate of yours -- none other than Robb Stark.

A/N: A day late, but I had to edit this one and I was distracted yesterday. My bad. But expect either one more tonight or two tomorrow to wrap up my Fluffcember event! Hope you enjoy this one!

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The Winterfell Yuletide Market was famous throughout the realm, boasting some of the most unique and talented craftspeople from all over the world. They also had a section reserved for local artisans only, which is where you found your stall. After your rocky divorce you’d taken up soap and candle making as a hobby to keep your mind and hands busy. You’d even looked into getting a hive of bees for beekeeping, but it had been too late in the season to have them shipped from Honeyholt.

You were lucky to get the stall, which you had to keep reminding yourself as the temperatures dipped into the negatives. The sad little space heater under your table could barely keep your feet warm. Being a born and raised Northerner, though, you weren’t going to let the cold close you down like some other stalls had.

“Hot cider, courtesy of Stark Tech?” a voice asked, pulling you from your trance. A steaming mug of cider appeared in front of you and you followed the gloved hand holding it up to the auburn curls and striking blue eyes of none other than Robb Stark.

It had been a long time since you’d seen him, having gone to school together many moons ago. Since then it had been easy to follow his meteoric rise in the Tech industry, taking over his father’s company when he passed too soon and managing to nearly double profits within the first year of his reign. Stark Tech was one of the biggest employers in the North, and the major sponsor of the Market. However, you had not at all expected to see the CEO of the company walking around, handing out free cider to the stall owners.

If he recognized you he didn’t let on, but you accepted the cider anyway. Anything to help keep your hands warm was welcome at this point. Only an hour left to stay open, but the temperature was dropping quickly.

“Thank you, Mister Stark,” you said, not letting your voice wave from shivering.

He smiled his blinding smile, then tilted his head a bit. “Have we met before?”

You smirked, sipping your cider that was impeccably spiced. “We went to school together.” You gave him your name and his blue eyes lit up with recognition.

“Yes! How’ve you been?”

You gestured to the stall around you, “Alright, I guess. I got accepted to the biggest Winter Market in the North, so I’d say pretty good.”

“Ahh, yes,” he said, picking up a teacup candle and inhaling deeply, “Oh, I’m sure Sansa would love this. Rose, right?”

“And sandalwood,” you added. “My gran collected fancy teacups all her life. When she passed last year she had left them all to me. I had no idea what to do with them until after…well, you don’t want to hear about all that.”

He smiled wide, picking up another candle to sniff. “On the contrary, I would love to catch up. You’re here for another hour, right?”

You had to stop your jaw from dropping. You’d been out of the dating loop, but you could’ve sworn he had just asked you out. The few attempts you’d made at online dating had yielded absolutely nothing — in fact, the matches you’d gotten had made you want to throw your phone into the White River and erase all trace of yourself from the internet forever after scrubbing your eyeballs and brain with a toilet brush.

“Are you asking me out, Stark?” you asked for the sake of clarity. More than once you’d been accused of coming off as cold rather than cool.

He smiled again, “I am indeed. Unless you’ve got plans after this, then we can pick another night.”

“Oh yeah, after this I’ve got big plans with my cat and my streaming queue,” you joked, heart fluttering as he let out a warm chuckle, “I’d love to go out with you.”

He sniffed another candle and added it to the growing pile of teacups in the crook of his arm. “Excellent, I’ll meet you here after closing if that works. We can go to the Direwolf and Dragon?”

“I love that place! They have the best whiskey selection.” You nodded eagerly, perhaps a little too enthusiastically but you were beyond caring. This was Robb Fucking Stark, every girl’s crush in school and even though you were a fully grown adult woman with her own bank account and apartment and business, the giddy teenager within you was ecstatic.

“And she likes whiskey,” he muttered to himself with satisfaction, “Excellent. While I’d love to stay and keep chatting, I’ve got more cider to hand out. How much do I owe you?”

He gestured to the four teacup candles in his arms and you told him the total, then wrapped each one in tissue paper and put them gently into a paper gift bag. Your stomach turned at the thought that these were for a girlfriend, but you hadn’t seen anything about his dating life recently. He’d been dating the heiress of some big agricultural company down south for a few years, but you knew they’d broken up a while back. Around the same time your divorce was happening, come to think of it.

As you wrapped, you asked, “Who are all these for? Teacups aren’t usually decor for bachelor flats.”

He chuckled again, “My mother and sisters. And my PA, Steffon, he loves anything pine scented. The fact that the cup has pine boughs on it I think bodes well, too.”

You passed the bag over your display and your gloved hands brushed as he accepted it. Even through thick layers of material, you felt something electric pass between the two of you.

“Well, I’ll see you in an hour then?” You asked after clearing your throat and shoving down some rather naughty thoughts.

Robb’s curls fell in front of his face as he looked down and checked his smart watch. “Forty-three minutes, to be exact.”

“Then I’ll see you in forty-three minutes.” You smiled at him. He continued on his mission of handing out hot cider. Try as you might, you couldn’t help but count down the minutes as you sipped your cider.

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#robb stark x reader #robb stark x you #robb stark fic #robb stark fluff #richard madden #got fanfiction #got fic #game of thrones fic #game of thrones fanfiction #fluffcember #writing challenge #winter market

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A Wolf's Heart | Robb Stark x trans!m!reader

anonymous asked: I know I don't usually request for anyone other than COD characters but I really wanted to request for Robb Stark so just ftm reader is fine. I had the prompts "No, no leaving the bed until you kiss me" and "I want to marry you" but with the second prompt I was thinking they are already married. I hope this makes sense.

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summary: Robb is infatuated with you, completely and utterly.

tws: swearing, brief mentions of war

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For the most part, you and Robb were quite happy to be together; whenever he could spare time away from Winterfell, he would come and see you at your home, and whenever you could spare time away, you went to see him.

Long nights spent cuddled up beneath furs as you simply held one another, revelling in the feel of each other's breaths and skin.

Just being.

You did not fear lions and dragons, you did not fear the undying and the phantoms that haunted the halls, when you had a wolf to keep you company at night; you did not fear lions when you knew that a wolf could snap their necks if he wanted to.

You did not fear dragons when you knew that there was a wolf beside you to keep you safe; you didn't fear anyone or anything when you had Robb there with you. A lion and a dragon, for all their gold and for all their cruelty, could never break a wolf.

But that was then. That was before you had agreed to live in Winterfell with him, before you had experienced the harsh cold and the bitter winds; that was before you, partially, became a wolf. Maybe not a full wolf, you doubted that that would ever happen, but even being part wolf was enough; lions and dragons wanted you dead.

Stags and krakens envied and loathed you, despised you and wished you harm but were too cowardly to do anything about it.

You were good friends with Jon, which you supposed helped to keep you out of trouble, as when Robb wasn't around, Jon was always with you; you also often found yourself sitting with Sansa and talking to her about her interests and her hobbies.

She was clever, far smarter than Robb and a far better tactician than Jon, which in a world like your own, was a deadly thing to be; Robb may have commanded an army, Jon may have been a Crow, but Sansa was clever.

You had a feeling that if she were let into the war rooms, she would ensure a victory ever time; she may have never experienced it, but Sansa knew the art of war better than anyone.

Among the wolves, you were welcomed, more than comfortable and you felt more at home than you could admit; they didn't care that you were trans, they didn't care that you and Robb were men in a loving relationship.

Wolves didn't care about such trivial things, they only wanted to show that they accepted you into their family, into their pack, and if anyone was going to stand in the way of that, then they had to face the jaws and claws of wrathful wolves.

You and Robb were married the second that he came back from the battlefield, still covered in blood and guts, still wearing his armour; his lips had tasted like copper, but you didn't mind.

You were just glad that he was back, and even more glad that you were as much of a wolf as you could be; you were glad that he was home, glad that he had survived another battle for long enough to come back and lick his wounds.

You had been married only two months when, for the first time, you were rudely awoken; the feeling of coarse hair on your neck as Robb gently kissed you, leaving a trail from your jaw to your shoulder as he smiled against you and kept his hand on your side, fingers splayed as he threw his leg over you.

You wanted to shove him off and tell him to wait another hour, but his kisses were so sweet and so tender that you couldn't help but to grumble softly.

"I missed you," the words echoed across your skin as he slowly pulled away just enough so that he could look you in the eyes, a tired but pleased smile upon his lips.

You couldn't help but to scoff as you laughed, rolling your eyes. "Miss me? Robb, for the past two months we've hardly been away from each other."

"Yeah, but," he took a second to stretch, pushing his groin forward as he growled and sighed. "I was asleep, and I missed you, and I want to marry you."

"Robb, I became your husband all of two months ago," you laughed. Such a sound he wanted to listen to until the end of his days, on repeat for all to hear. "You're a fool!"

Robb would not hear such nonsense against him, so he put his leg over yours, pushed himself up as he straddled your waist, and firmly planted his hands on your shoulders as he grinned wickedly, wolfishly; you were entirely at his mercy, and he knew it.

Leaning down a little, not quite enough to kiss you but enough to tease you and to make you yearn for him, enough to make you try and reach him. He tilted his head, tone teasing more than anything else.

"I'm a fool now, am I?"

"Yes," you nodded. "An absolute fool."

"Well, that's it, then," he let himself go, all of his weight on you as he dropped down. "You're not going anywhere."

You laughed, trying to break free from his grasp as you wriggled and tried to get yourself out from under him. "Robb! Let me go!"

"No, no leaving the bed until you kiss me." He pressed himself into you a little bit more, made it known that he had no intentions of letting you go even though he was laughing with you.

"You're such a cock," you scoffed, giving in and letting your body lose its tension beneath him, daring to lace a hand in his soft brown hair. "You know that."

"But you love me," he murmured. "Don't you, dear husband?"

You grumbled, earning you a playful smack on the chest that made you laugh and grin. "Yes, against my better judgement, wolf."

Robb snuggled into you, holding on tightly as he yawned. "Do I get a kiss now?"

"No."

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 2 years

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Headaches caused by weather Part 3

Warning: Description of headaches, fluff, swearing, description of pain, description of dizziness and nausea, mention of vomiting, mention of pregnancy

Reader is gender neutral, one use of Y/N

Characters: Prince Kit, Robb Stark, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Matt Murdock, Anthony Bridgerton

Prince Kit: The first time he saw you having an episode of your migraine, was the day you two met. It was at a ball you had to attend or else your mother would have married you off to the old Barone living next door. You didn’t want to go but you knew what to expect if you didn’t. So, you sat in the carriage to the castle, drabs drawn closed and your black fan over your face for extra darkness. The mint oil in your reticule bag nearly empty. As you entered the ball room you had to squint. Your ears were ringing and the hammering at your forehead and temples became more intense. As if your luck ran out the prince saw you, or more like your mother all but pushed you into Prince Kit’s arms. The music changed to a waltz. Your dizziness increased till you nearly fainted. Always the gentlemen, Prince Kit brought you out to the terrace to a stone bench. He put a glass of ice cold water into your hands and asked you every few minutes how you are faring. You smiled and told him to get better, you should get out of the corset and into a dark room with a soft bed and sleep. Kit nodded before picking you up bridal style and getting you to a room.

Now as his wife you have all the freedom to lay your duties to the side and lay in your bed in complete darkness. Kit will check on you every free minute if he can spare it. If not he will position the captain to keep you company and keep him posted on your wellbeing.

Robb Stark: Poor man never knew why you would not be walking around the halls humming old lullabies to yourself a few days or once a week in a month. He found out one day when he annoyed his mother where you might be. She sighted and walked him to your chambers. She softly knocked onto your door. There was a groan coming from inside. Caitlyn laid a finger on her lips and glared at her oldest. He nodded and waited till his mother was inside. You were laying in your bed in complete darkness. Blankets were hung in front of your window. A wet cloth lay on your forehead. You looked pale. The young wolf feared for your life. His mother laid a hand softly onto his shoulder and whispered into his ear, “The weather change is causing a great deal of pain to some people. One of them is our dear Y/N.” Robb nodded. He sat beside you on the bed and held your hand. “You can leave mother. I will stay.” And he did, even if he was needed in meetings.

Steve Harrington: Steve ever the mother hen nearly ran all the way from school to your house. He knocked on the door and your father opened. “Again?” He would ask. You father nodded and let him in. Steve thanked him and made a beeline for your room Your father smiled as he saw all the things you needed for your migraine episodes. You entered your room and made his way to your bed. “Hey, baby. I got you your favorite ice cream and your painkillers.” You groaned before attempting to sit up. Steve stopped you, grabbed the extra pillow on the foot of your bed, sat you up and put the pillow behind you. You smiled tiredly at him before swallowing the pain killers and the ice cream.

Eddie Munson: Eddie had a journal extra for you. He was the definition of unorganized, but this journal dated back to the first time you met. You told him after you missed one of his concerts you had a migraine episode, and you were sorry. Eddie held up his finger to your lips and shook his head. “No, it’s not your fault, sweetheart. It’s Dave’s.” You wrinkled your eyebrows in confusion. “Your migraine. I call him Dave. Dave’s annoy me.” You snorted and hid your face in Eddie’s shoulder. “Tell me anything. When does he visit. Is he as annoying as your aunt Flo? Are they married?” You giggled the whole time but answered all his questions. Now after two years of dating he would call you in advance or tell you when your period is coming or when the next weather change will happen. A short time after the call there will be a knock on your window and your boyfriend grinning from ear to ear with a bag of supplies. “Your painkillers are running low.”

Billy Hargrove: First he thought you were just ditching classes. But when your mother picked up the phone and told him to stop calling for the next week, he became pissed. So, he did the rational thing and drive up to your house, climb up to your window and all but hammer onto it. After 15 minutes you opened it with sunglasses shielding your eyes. “What is it, asshole.” Billy was taken back by your name calling. He mumbled a sorry before climbing into your room. “Close the blinds. Don’t let any light come into the room.” Billy nodded before doing as you asked and turning back. You chucked a whole glass of carbonated water before laying back in bed with your sleeping mask on. “Everything okay?” You shook your head. “Fucking migraines.” Billy nodded. He walked over to your bed before sitting down. You growled and turned away, “Billy take a shower. Your cologne makes my nausea worse.” The boy only nodded before sprinting out of your room and to your mom. She smiled as he saw the distraught teenager stumble down the stairs. After a quick shower and new clothes your mother sat Billy down and told him everything. From then on he was cautious about the weather and witch cologne he would wear.

Matt Murdock: Matt heard your groan from blocks away. He sprinted over and nearly crashed into the window. He stumbled through his apartment till he found you hunched over the toilet. “Everything okay, honey?” You groaned in reply. “Another one? Or are you-“ “Nope. Took one after not keeping in the plain toast. It’s negative. Dug up the weather news turns out there is gonna be a major wind coming up.” Matt kneeled down and rubbed your back soothingly. “I’m gonna get the pain killers and mint tea. Anything else?” You shook your head before stopping him as he stood up. You pouted up at him, “Cuddle?” He chuckled and nodded. “I will get ya when I finished the first tasks. Then I will get you and we will cuddle.” You smiled softly at him, “Thank you, Matty.”

Anthony Bridgerton: This man was worried beyond measures. You rubbed your temples the whole day. Squinted every time the sun hit your face. And the grip on his arm was tighter than normal. Till you fainted. He walked around the house before coming to a halt. He ran up the stairs and into the room where the doctor examined your unconscious body. He stopped as Anthony entered your shared bedroom. “Describe my wife something against nausea, dizziness and migraines, please. She has one of her episodes again.” The doctor stumbled upon his words making the Viscount more irritated. “Do it! Now!” Anthony knew if he raised his voice your health would decline and the pain increase. The doctor’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. He stammered something about a possible pregnancy but Anthony held up his hand. “I know my wife’s head pains and this isn’t one caused by pregnancy. Describe her something against the things I told you or I will throw you out!” The doctor only nodded before scribbling down herbs and concoctions for you to take. Anthony led him out of the house and thank him before closing the door in the doctors face.

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dearsnow · 2 years

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For the event…..I adore Robb Stark and the song “ivy” by Taylor Swift always reminds me of his marriage but backwards lol. A drabble with that would be too cool.

THE SIREN’S SONG EVENT -

(music from the soul)

robb stark x “ivy” (taylor swift)

You are promised to another, and that fact never stops pressing down on your shoulders. It’s suffocating like black smog and oppressively hot, similar to what you imagine the weather in Dorne to be. As you stare at your reflection, draped in gold and all the fine things money can buy, you begin to hate it.

It’s Robb you love. Him, and his stubborn, honorable self. Not some noble from another house your father picked out for you. They can have your hand, but never your heart.

You must look crazy sitting by a pond in your wedding getup, drearily tracing circles in the surface of the water, but you don’t care. All you care about is the man sitting next to you, looking just as bleak.

He’s never been one for secret affairs. He would despise being your “other man”, that you know for certain. He surely blames himself for letting it go this far, though he tried to stop it. Pleading with your father, offering his own hand, outright making plans to fight your suitor- all of it was for nothing. You are going to get married to someone who is not him, and he can’t stand it.

“Let’s run away. You and me and the wilds.” He says, picking at a blade of grass. You look so beautiful in your jewels that for a small moment, he truly believes it’s him you’re marrying.

“If only.” You sigh. “It’s never that simple. We have duties, you and I. Politics and such. I’m sure you’re to be married off soon as well- what we have, had, in any case, was bound to lose to the whims of time.” His reflection ripples up next to yours as he takes your hand in his.

The wind distorts your images, but you can see his eyes clear as day. They burn with the blaze of a thousand determined fireflies. “Just for a few days. ‘Til I can convince your father not to kill me, and you can convince mine the same. It may be our duty, but Gods be damned if I’m not willing to give up any duty for you.”

You’re hesitant, stomach twisting with the thought of ruining the agreement between your family and the other’s, but your heart yearns for Robb.

“Okay. Alright, let’s do it.” The words leave your mouth before you can think about it too hard. Thinking about it would just make you say no, which is the last thing your soul wants to do.

You lean back against his chest. “Let’s run.”

He places a small kiss on the top of your head, facial hair tickling you just a bit. “Perfect.”

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Hello can u please do a Robb stark smut where they r in his tent at war they r married and it’s like cute playful like a break from reality and the war going on they they r just some teenagers in love

Robb Stark*I Miss You

Pairing: Robb x F!Reader

Summary: Robb's wife misses spending quality time with her husband when the war is raging and draws him back into bed

Warnings: Smut, piv sex, fingering, mostly fluffy (ig?) giggly sex,18+

Word count: 2021

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The days were long, and the nights were not much better. The camp was largely asleep apart from some men keeping watch and of course your husband. Robb was sat at a table looking over battle plans as the candles flickered, lighting the dim tent. Despite your pleas for him to sleep he was still awake. You rolled over onto your front to watch as he studied the paper, how his jaw line looked in the soft candlelight and how his curls perfectly framed his face. His soft lips were slightly parted though occasionally he would nip the bottom one between his teeth in concentration.

You were perched half up on your arms, your head tilted as you admired your husband who eventually shot you a side way glance, “Are you okay love?” he asked, his eyes flickering back to the page.

“I miss you,”

Robb lifted his head, his eyebrows knitted in confusion, “I’m right here sweetheart,”

You ignored his words as you began to sit up more, “I miss you,” you repeated.

This time Robb turned in his chair to face you, ignoring the battle plans for a moment, “I’m right here love,” he said again but you grinned as you finally had his attention.

Your feet quickly padded across the tent floor to stand behind him, your arms draping over his shoulders and your nose nuzzling into his neck causing the boy to laugh, “I miss you,” you pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.

“I’m right here dove,” Robb giggled, his hands moving to pull you around and into his lap straddling him. “How can you miss me when you have me?” he asked and you pouted, your head falling onto his chest. Robb laughed as he began to stroke your hair, “I’ll be done soon,” he promised, pressing a kiss to your head.

You sighed, pressing yourself closer to your husband, his arms wrapping around you tighter, “I just wish for five minutes where we didn’t have to think about this war,” you whispered. You felt Robbs chest heave as he let out a heavy sigh.

Robbs hands found your face, pulling it out of his chest. His hands held your cheeks as he forced your eyes to meet his, “I miss you too,” Robb confessed, his thumb stroking over your cheek. You looked into his eyes which were swelling with emotion.

For a moment you just wanted to be a husband and wife not a king or queen. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his as you had done a hundred times, but this time was like a race you were desperate to win. Robb’s hands fell from your cheeks to your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze, which caused you to giggle into the kiss. Robb couldn’t stop his own laughter at your giggles.

His lips were curled into a perfect smile as he pressed messy kisses to yours, teeth clashing. Your hands trailed up to his curls, getting lost in the masses, “You have such pretty hair,” you smiled into the kiss.

Robb grinned as he stole another kiss, “Not as pretty as you love,” he praised. “You happy you got my attention now love?” he chuckled.

“Very,” you chirped as you got off his lap.

Robb quickly leapt from his chair, catching up and grabbing you around your waist from behind, “Where do you think you’re going?” His teeth nipped your ear before his lips fell to your neck. You giggled as his nose nuzzled into your skin and his teeth left tiny nips along your neck. “You wanted my attention now you’ve got it,” Robb spun you around to face him, your hands grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself.

His lips returned to your neck trailing kisses to your collar bones. You felt his smile in his kisses and laughed from the feeling. “Robb,” you said as you began to tug on his tunic, “I think you might be overdressed,”

Robb laughed as he pulled back from your skin, his eyes roaming your frame. A thin shift covered your body though did nothing to hide it while he still had his trousers, tunic, and undershirt on. “You think love? Maybe you could help me,” his eyes had the same spark in them they had on your wedding night.

You made quick work of his tunic before turning your attention to his trousers, helping him loosen them and letting him shrug them off. Robb was nothing but gentle with you which is why you let out a small yelp when he pushed you by your shoulders to fall on the bed of furs. “Hey!” you whined as you put on your best angry face.

It did not fool Robb who stood above you laughing, “Sorry sweetheart,” Robb quickly pulled his undershirt over his head, now fully exposed, before he began to crawl over you, “Let me make it up to you,” Robb was now settled above you, his lips falling to press kisses under your jaw as he began to trail them down your body.

You hummed as you pretending to consider his idea but giggled when his hand grazed your thigh, leading a feather light trail up your skin making it tingle at his touch. His hand arrived at your breast which he took into his hand and squeezed. You couldn’t stop the whine that fell from your lips.

His mouth had now reached your breasts, his path interrupted by your shift. “May I?” Robb asked as his fingers trailed the neckline of the fabric. You sat up and allowed him to pull it off your body, a blush flushing your face as his eyes roamed your body, “You’re so perfect,” Robb said before his eyes returned to your face. He laughed when he noticed your shy attempts to avoid his gaze, “We’re married and you’re still so shy,” Robbs finger began to trail around your nipple that hardened more under his touch.

“Shut up,” you giggled, pushing his chest but he didn’t even budge, “You’re so mean to me,”

Robb rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to your pouted lips, “and you’re so dramatic love,” he teased, his lips falling to capture your other nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled round the perked bud, and you moaned at the feeling.

His other hand began to pinch and roll your other nipple between his fingers. Your hand reached for his hair, gently running through it before gripping his curls when his teeth began to graze your nipple, a wet patch growing in between your thighs, “Fuck Robb,” you moaned.

He released your nipple from his mouth with a pop, a teasing grin placed on his lips, “Yes love?” he asked.

Your hands gripped his curls tighter, “I need you,”

Robb’s spare hand trailed your body, his fingers leaving goosebumps on your skin, before he began to run up a finger up your folds. You moaned at the sensation as Robb dipped his fingers in, “I love how wet you get for me,” he praised, his lips falling back to kiss your breast as you moaned, “and those pretty sounds you’re making,”

Finally, he slid two fingers into your wet core causing your breath to catch in your throat as he stretched you. He placed sloppy kisses to your breast and neck, leaving hickeys below where he knew your dress would cover. Once your body relaxed, he began to slowly curl his fingers, moving them gently in and out of your soaked cunt.

“You like that?” Robb asked in between leaving love bites to your chest.

you felt your stomach flutter and begin to tense up as he repositioned his hand so his thumb would begin to massage your cunt. “Yes,” you whined, “Please don’t stop,” your eyes fluttered shut as you let the sensations overtake you. His slow pumping and his assault on your chest left you a moaning mess under his touch. When his lips captured your nipple again, sucking gently on the peaked bud, you felt your cunt begin to squeeze around his fingers.

Robb ignored the cramp that began in his hand as he felt your body tense, your walls squeezing him. He tried to muffle the whiny moan that rippled from your mouth with his own lips, groaning into the kiss as your walls squeezed him tighter. The wave washed over you hard as you came crashing down around his fingers.

You whined, lips chasing his, when he removed his from yours. Robb kissed your throat before his eyes fell back on your face. You were breathless beneath him, and he enjoyed every moment, “I want to fuck you so bad,” he confessed.

Your eyelashes batter for a moment before your lips reached up to pull his into a brief but hungry kiss, “Do it then,” you said,

One of Robb’s hands shot to grab your hip, the other grabbing the base of his cock as he began to line up to your entrance that was already prepared for him. He ran his tip up the length of your folds, slowly pushing in and stretching you more than his fingers had. There was a slight burn, but it was softened by his affectionate kisses to your cheeks and forehead.

Robb paused for a moment; his eyes screwed shut as he eased into you. He held himself in place, his eyes opening and looking to you for permission. You pulled his head down to yours, capturing his lips, as you began to grind your hips up into his. As soon as Robb had your permission, he began to roll his hips to fill you deeper, pumping his cock into you at a slow and steady pace while keeping his lips on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss as his cock filled you completely. “Faster,” you panted, breaking the kiss.

Robb didn’t need to be told twice as his fingers dug into your hips, biting at your flesh, as he quickened his thrusts which send a wave of moans through your throat. Soft grunts fell from Robbs lips in between compliments and praises the noises you made and how you felt around him.

Robb removed one hand to lean over you, grabbing a pillow to shove under your hips. He gripped your hips, pulling them up slightly, and his cock began to hit new deeper positioning causing a white-hot feeling to spread through your stomach. This time Robb didn’t attempt to conceal your moans. He used one hand to hold himself up, licking the fingers on the other one to rub sloppy circles into your clit.

The feeling in your stomach grew at his touch and your fingers began to claw lines down his strong muscular back and shoulders. Robb sped up more as his peak approached causing you to grip his shoulders for some type of stability. He did his best to hold his own off as he chased yours.

As he felt your walls clench around his cock he almost came on the spot, “Fuck love if you don’t cum I will,” he groaned as his head fell into the crook of your shoulder. The knot had returned to your stomach, and it came undone when he his lips found your neck once again. Robb managed to ride out your peak before spilling inside you, his body heaving as he came. He shuddered as he emptied himself, his body tensing, before almost collapsing on top of you in a sweaty mess.

Robb managed to roll off you, both of you now on your backs staring at the ceiling, “That was amazing,” he panted. You nodded, equally out of breath from it all.

You took his hand into yours, raising it to your lips to kiss the back of it. “I should miss you more often,”

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welldonebeca · 2 years

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No Stage (But We Still Have an Audience)

Summary: Cassandra Baratheon needs a rebranding. Uncle Renly finds her a fake relationship with Punk Star Robb Stark. And then, it isn't so fake anymore. A.k.a.: Robb seals their relationship by fucking her on the couch during his band's party. Pairing: Robb Stark x OFC (Cassandra) WC: 4.6k words Warnings: Smut. Exhibitionism, dirty talk, loss of virginity, light angst in the beginning, fluff, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, cunnilingus, degrading/humiliation kink, alcohol. A/N: Everyone here is British.

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Cassandra tried not to look nervous and awkward as she stood in the very visible VIP cabin sitting to the Wolves' show.

It was all - everything, from top to bottom, from the featured song together to the little fake story they were playing for the world to see while pretending they couldn't - uncle Renly's idea.

The last six months were, to be quick, a mess. She had moved out from her mother's house and into her father, and had just dropped her grandfather as her manager, dyed her hair back to black, and cut all contact with her mother's side of the family.

Cassandra had been the star of King's Landing's idols, and while everything had gone great for a few years, when the discovery of her father's many, many affairs and illegitimate children became public, and the rumours of her mother being involved with her own twin brother became public, it all exploded.

They divorced, and mother had managed to get full custody of both Cassandra and her three younger siblings and limit father's visits to the point that whenever any of them saw him, someone from her side of her family - usually grandfather - had to be present.

It was hell.

Their marriage had always been crappy - she was the oldest kid, she had seen enough to know they were better separated than together - but the divorce became the worst option when she realised mother had managed to cut off every way that Cassie or any of her siblings could use to escape her.

Joffrey didn't seem to care when it happened, and the twins were far too young to know the difference, but Cassandra knew better.

She would rather stay with her father in his messy bachelor pad or live across the street with Uncle Renly and his husband, where she could have easy access to dad and actual freedom, than live in that mansion with her mother and uncle Jaime.

The week after her birthday and with uncle Tyrion's help, Cassandra ripped the plaster off.

The moment mother left to have brunch with her friends, she got her laptop and her phone, every important document uncle Renly and Stannis told her to get, and the suitcase full of clothes she had spent six months sneaking into Uncle Tyrion's home and left.

He was nice enough to drive her all the way to the town where dad lived, and gave a copy of her contract - signed by her mother a little over five years ago - to uncle Stannis, who was a lawyer, to dissect and find her a way out.

The police were called the moment mother realised she wasn't home and wasn't answering her phone, but Cassandra was too busy locking her and grandfather out of her accounts to even care about it.

Uncle Stannis took over as her lawyer, and uncle Renly became her new manager. Her old record company, Casterly Rock - which was legally managed by her Uncle Jaime but pretty much lead by her grandfather - prohibited her from using any of her old songs after the break of the contract, and she was forced to pay a million to them in compensation.

Needless to say, the media had had a field day with the whole thing.

Which was why she was here now.

If she wanted to get back into a good place in the spotlight and be seen as a serious musician, she needed a rebranding.

So Cassandra dropped the Lannister name and became Cassandra Baratheon again, changed her brand, and came out with an album she had been fully responsible for composing.

And was now constructing - or whatever the right word was - a fake secret tabloid relationship with Robb Stark, lead singer of Wolves of Winterfell.

All she had wanted to do was collaborate with them, to make their song and enjoy it, but it wasn't enough for the amount of publicity she needed.

So, uncle Renly helped her make a song that was suspiciously romantic and about a James Dean type of guy, instructed her to give some hype to the Wolves of Winterfell and Robb on her Instagram, with likes, stories and flirty comments, and got them to start sharing pictures of the same places in similar times.

So now she was sitting here, watching the end of his show as a VIP and not just a guest, trying to look entertained by their punk music, like a cool girlfriend.

Which wasn't that easy.

She didn't like punk music. There was nothing too wrong with it, but it wasn't her thing.

Cassandra wanted to experiment, of course. But those wolves... they were so crude.

Half of their songs had something about sex in it, and very explicitly.

Not to mention the few times she had actually talked to them, two out of every five words they said was a curse or crude word.

It was very different from anything she was ever used to before.

It was hard to even understand, in a full way, how those very good-looking men could be so... gross.

So she was ready to head home and recover from interacting with them the whole day when her phone's screen lit up in her hand with a text.

The band had left the stage just a couple of minutes ago, and Theon Greyjoy - the drummer - was already texting her.

Didn't they have anything else to do?

'We are having a party at Robb's,' the text read. 'You should come. Take a few pictures.'

She hesitated.

Most of the times she met them, Uncle Renly was around. He had had to leave earlier today - right after her song was over - to help someone with something.

But Cassandra was an adult now. She should be able to talk to them and meet them without him chaperoning her.

But she didn't like going to places without asking for their permission.

Dad would get worried if he didn't know where she was.

Well, she could send her uncles her location, right?

She exhaled and sent a quick text to her dad.

'Hey, is it alright if I go check out a party at Robb's place?'

She waited a bit, but there was no answer.

Dad always said she could go anywhere inside the country without asking for his permission, though. As long as he knew where she was, it was alright.

Cassandra threw a look over her shoulder when someone opened the door of her cabin, and Robb's security guard looked at her.

"Mister Greyjoy said you need escorting back into your car."

"Oh," she mumbled. "Yes, of course. Thank you."

It was always good to have security around.

So she left with him and gave her driver the address Theon had sent her, waving goodbye to the fans coming to see her in her car.

She wasn't going to stay for too long. An hour or so was enough to post something that would hint them to be in the same place, and maybe grab a little snack.

Robb was going to have his fun, and she wasn't going to annoy him for too long.

She knew she wasn't his favourite person in the world and wasn't going to overstay her welcome.

His building wasn't anything like her suburban home, big and very bright, and the moment she stepped out of her car in the garage, she was informed by a female guard about being searched.

And here she was, thinking her mum was the most paranoid person in the world.

"What's this about?" Cassandra asked, confused

The woman didn't even look at her face.

"Just to make sure you girls aren't carrying anything."

Cassandra frowned.

'You girls'?

What was that supposed to mean?

The tall guard just gestured for her to go along once she was cleared, and she walked inside, seeing the huge living room with dim coloured light, and a bunch of girls dancing to music playing loudly.

Cassandra looked around, trying to take it all in, confused when she felt an arm around her.

"There is my new favourite popstar!" Theon exclaimed.

She jumped, spooked at the stench of alcohol hitting her face. Sure, she was used to dad occasionally being drunk around her, but this wasn't him.

Theon Greyjoy wasn't her friend or family, he didn't have such freedom with her.

She backed away, disgusted at his sweat on her skin. He was already shirtless, showing off his tattoos and clearly wasted.

"And where is your cool uncle?" he asked, not phased by her action.

She scoffed at his sarcasm. Uncle Renly was very cool. He was teaching her to drive!

"He is out with uncle Loras," she mumbled.

Theon chuckled.

"I like your uncle Loras," he smirked. "His sister is hot."

She cringed a bit, taking another look around. All of the girls were wearing skimpy outfits or big band t-shirts with apparently nothing underneath.

"Who are those girls?" she asked, confused.

"Groupies," he grinned. "We picked them up after the show!"

Groupies?

Was that why she was searched?

"I like that haircut on you," he reached for her hair. "Short... still easy to pull, you know?"

She flushed, pulling away.

Easy to pull?

What was he thinking?

"It was damaged from the bleaching," she mumbled.

Mother always made her bleach her hair, since she was a kid. It made her look less like her dad - Cas always looked like a carbon copy of Robert.

"I could pull on it hard while you suck on my cock," he offered, crudely. "How about that?"

She blushed deeply, eyes growing wide.

"What?!" she rushed away from him. "Who do you think you are talking to?!"

He laughed.

"It's a party! You are a big girl now!" he remarked, as if she was just joking. "Why do you think I even invited you?"

Her eyes widened in shock.

What?

Who did he think she was? Some girl who would just fuck anyone who just waved a little hand at her? Some kind of groupie?

"What, are you like your mummy?" he teased. "Who only fucks someone if he is her brother?"

Cassandra slapped him the moment he finished his phrase.

Her mother could be terrible, but she would never let anyone use Cersei to disrespect her.

She stomped out in the direction of the door. She shouldn't have come to this stupid party.

"Hey!" she heard and Robb quickly moved to her side, holding her elbow. "Don't go, don't go."

Her face was hot, and she could barely look at him.

"Theon is a piece of shit when he is drunk," he told her.

"And when he is sober too," Jon added across the room.

All the girls laughed, and Robb squeezed her hand.

"Come on," he smiled charmingly. "Just have one beer."

She looked at him, unconvinced, and Robb shot her a little smile.

"If you have that drink, we can take a nice picture," he added. "That will be good for your story, no?"

She pressed her lips together.

He wasn't wrong.

Robb guided her to one of the couches, and she could see Jon on the other side, with his arms crossed and the only guy there with his shirt on, trying to avoid the girls touching him.

Rumour had it he was dating Robb's sister, Sansa, but she didn't know if it was true.

He was just typing on his phone, not caring about anyone, as if the party wasn't even happening.

"Here," Robb gave her a beer can. "One beer, sweetheart."

"Do you know if she even drinks?" Jon asked.

Cassandra looked at him, but he wasn't even looking at her.

"Have you ever drank before, Cassie?" he asked, a little teasing.

Cassandra blushed, offended again, though it wasn't as bad as what Theon had said.

"Of course I have!" she affirmed, feeling the old fury mother always said came from her father.

Robb chuckled, and she raised her chin, proud.

"I can probably drink more than you!"

He laughed, and raised a hand, lowering it when someone put it in his hand.

"On the count of three, then," he opened his beer.

She did the same, now growing nervous.

Well... dad did it all the time, right? It should be easy.

"One," someone called out. "Two. Three!"

She chugged it down the way she did with the green stuff mother used to give her - to keep her skinny - not even tasting the beer as it slid down her throat.

When she pulled the can away from her mouth, Robb was still drinking his, and the party erupted in a big celebration.

"She got you good!" someone shouted.

Robb pulled the can from his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking impressed.

"Alright, sweetheart," he grinned. "You got me. You can drink faster than me."

She raised her chin, proud, and he pulled his phone from his pocket.

"You know, we gotta pretend for the groupies," he whispered, amused. "They spread gossip like no one else."

She turned to look at the girls. Two of them were thrown over Theon, taking turns in kissing him, and Robb scooped closer to her.

"Let's take your picture, uh?" he teased. "Show them how good of a boyfriend I am."

She was still trying to understand what he meant when he pulled her legs up to his lap, so close her thighs were over his, and laid his big just an inch over her knee, caressing a long scar she had there, from when she broke her leg as a kid.

Cassandra gasped a little surprised, and tried not to shiver at his warm touch.

"How... uh," she cleared her throat. "How do you want to do this?"

He hummed slowly and placed his hand a little higher on her thigh.

"I like this," he spoke nonchalantly. "Gonna show everyone how you look with my hands on you."

He put his phone aside and took hers, taking a few pictures. She didn't know how to feel, but his rough hand really felt very nice on her skin.

"Let's take one on mine too," he decided, voice still soft.

His hand slid up slowly, caressing her skin and pushing her dress up a little bit before snapping a few photos, higher and higher until his fingers were brushing on the end of the pair of shorts she always wore under her sundresses.

"Shorts?" he asked. "I thought you were a big girl."

Cassandra blushed.

"It's for safety," she mumbled. "Anyone can look up."

Robb smirked.

"Your unkie doesn't want anyone to see your pretty ass," he mocked, making her shiver.

She blushed. It wasn't something uncle Renly ever talked about. She just always did it like that.

"Girl, do you know how many people want to fuck us?" he asked. "Just embrace it!"

She didn't really know how many fans - from her age to old creeps - actually fawned over her.

He showed her his phone and her cheeks flushed as she saw it. Her own photo was a little risqué, but his had her ass almost all out when he had his hand right between her legs.

"Maybe I'll keep this one for myself," he licked his lips. "People would go crazy if they saw so much of little Cassandra Baratheon."

Cassandra licked her lips, unsure, realising how close he was to her. She could feel his breath against her neck.

"We could take one more," she mumbled. "A photo, you know?"

Robb raised his eyebrows, questioning.

"Oh, yeah?" he asked, lips curled in a little smile. "What kind of photo?"

She tried to think. Maybe they should have an official photo, no?

Before she could say anything, Robb cupped the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

"Like this?" he whispered. "I think someone should be taking that for us, uh?"

She shuddered. Of course, she had kissed someone before, but…

"Are you afraid you're gonna like it too much, princess?" he moved his nose over hers.

Cassandra decided to be bold. She wasn't the innocent little girl he thought she was.

So, she kissed him, hard and deeply, grabbing his auburn-red hair and panting when he squeezed her thigh.

She barely had a moment to think before it turned hotter, more desperate, and just spread her legs when he slid his hand right between them and used the free one to pull her closer.

She was fully over his lap before she even realised it.

When they pulled away to breathe, there was a string of saliva connecting them.

"I never knew you had it in you," he smirked. "Nice."

She smiled, a little proud of herself, but looked down when she shifted and felt his erection poking her, blushing deeply.

Robb, completely shameless, turned to shout to the room.

"Anyone taking pictures from this point on is going to be sued and prohibited from going to our shows. If anything leaks, everyone here is gonna be punished."

She was about to ask what he was talking about - what was wrong with pictures of them making out? - but her back was suddenly against the seat of the couch, and Robb was over her, kissing her again.

Robb's fingers pulled on her shorts, tossing them away while he kissed her, and only then moved to kiss her neck.

She was breathless by the time he did so, sucking marks on her neck and collar bones, hand up her dress and lips restless.

"Robb," she squirmed, shivering. "What are you doing?"

He didn't seem phased by her questioning, sucking on a soft spot in her neck, making her sigh.

"Everyone wants to see us," he reminded her. "We are so sexy, sweetheart, and we want their attention too."

Cassandra exhaled, and gasped when he bit her nipple over her dress, and when she turned to look at the side, both the girls who were with Theon were watching them while he kissed one of their necks.

"Who do you think they are jealous of, sweetheart?" he asked, pulling her dress under her breasts.

He pinched her nipple and she squirmed, whining.

"Which one do you think they wish they could be fucking?" he smirked. "You or me?"

Before Cassandra could answer, Robb took her tit in her mouth, kissing it before sucking her nipple into his lips, hungry, making her pussy wetter and her eyes drift closed.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

The heat of his body left hers, and she whined, opening her eyes, but found him standing and his pants with some difficulty.

"Hey," he pulled a pillow from the seat and threw it on Jon, who raised his eyes with confusion all over his face. "Stop texting and get me a rubber."

She raised herself to her elbows, but Robb just moved to her, putting his hand between her legs and pulling her knickers and tossing them away, spreading them and tapping her clit and then her folds with a single finger.

"Fuck," he hummed slowly. "You're drenched, sweetheart."

Cassandra blushed, embarrassed, and whined when she pushed two fingers into her, slowly fucking her, tilting his head to watch her, causing her to squirm under his piercing look.

"Such a smooth pussy you have," he remarked. "Did you wax for me, sweetheart? For your sweet punk boyfriend?"

She looked away, embarrassed. Waxing was something she did for herself, not for men!

He looked around, but Jon wasn't back yet.

"Let's get you off while we wait for my stupid cousin to find my rubbers, uh?" he offered.

She didn't have a chance to say anything or deliberate about the offer, and Robb just put himself between her legs and covered her pussy with his lips, licking and sucking on her.

The first thing she had done when she got her own room without cameras and with a lock was buy sex toys, and while Cassandra was still a virgin, she had broken her virginity with a nice dildo, and wasn't afraid of using vibrators.

This, however, was new. Oral was very new.

Very hot too, very good.

She cried out with pleasure, unable to keep her sounds to herself, and when she opened her eyes and looked to the side, Theon was watching her with hungry eyes, fingering one of the girls while the other sucked his cock.

Fuck, that shouldn't have turned her on the way it did.

"Robb," she pushed her fingers into his hair, and arched her hips when he curled his two fingers into her pussy.

"Taste just as good as I imagined you would, pretty girl," he spoke against her thigh, sucking a bruise on her skin.

She panted.

"Did you imagine it?" she whined.

Robb smirked, licking his lips.

"I wanted to fuck you right there on stage," he told her, using his thumb to play with her clit. "To make you cum in front of everyone there."

Her pussy squeezed his fingers, the scenario making her feel a little too hot.

"Would you do it, baby?" he half-smirked. "Let me fuck you right there?"

His fingertips brushed against the sensitive spot inside her, making her cry out.

"Show off your wet pussy to everyone?" he chuckled. "I bet they would get themselves off watching us."

His touches quickened up, and Robb laughed when she just cried out in pleasure.

"You already moan so loudly, we wouldn't even need to mic you up," he scissored his fingers open, opening her up, and pushed a third finger into her.

"Robb," she cried, getting closer.

His thumb played with her clit a little quicker, though still too light.

"You gonna cum, baby?" he asked, watching her face, completely enticed.

She arched her hips, wiggling, tense, whining and crying.

"Please," she whimpered. "Harder."

His finger pressed her clit a little harder and in tighter circles.

"Like this?"

She nodded, crying, and he licked his lips.

"That's right," Robb spoke darkly, voice low and eyes boring into her skin. "Cum on my hand, you little slut."

His words flipped a switch inside her, and Cassandra cried out in pleasure, body shaking while your pussy squeezed his fingers inside her, and Robb followed her with his hand when she arched her hips, growing wetter and desperate while he didn't stop.

"Robb," she nearly screamed.

"Don't stop," he grunted. "Keep cumming against my hand, be a good slut."

He moved closer to her, placing a hand over her stomach and sucking on her clit while hammering his fingers into her.

"Please, please," she panted.

Robb was relentless, holding her down, driving her into madness.

And then, she felt something different. Very new.

He held her through her orgasm, holding her down as she came again.

Her body shook under him, and Cassandra didn't even know if she was screaming or crying silently.

Robb only pulled away when her orgasm was over, and his face was completely wet, dripping while he pushed his fingers into his lips, sucking with hunger in his eyes.

"Wait," she heard Jon's voice, and opened her eyes to find him standing right by her side. "You made her squirt?"

Robb didn't answer, just chuckling and smirking, pulling his fingers from his mouth.

"Gimme that," he snatched the rubbers from his hand.

"Good one," Jon said simply, walking away.

Robb just ignored him, pulling his cock from his jeans, and shot her a wicked look before rolling it down his cock, stroking himself for a moment and squeezed her hips.

"Turn around," he licked his lips. "Wanna slap your slutty ass while I fuck you."

Cassandra whined. Those words - this degranding way he spoke to her - shouldn't make her feel like this. And yet, here she was, craving for more.

Robb gave her a pillow, and she turned around on the couch, pressing her face against it and raising her ass.

"Fuck, look at this," he grunted. "You are so fucking messy."

Her cheeks warmed up, and she arched her ass a little more, earning a pleased hum from him.

"Can I take a picture, princess?" he touched her clit gently, just tapping on it. "Can I keep a picture of your messy pussy for myself?"

Cassandra bit her lower lip, unsure, though her pussy certainly got wetter at the offer.

She should be rational. Everyone always said how she was so mature, right?

"Gods," he squeezed her ass. "Did you feel that, slut? The little drop that fell from your pussy?"

She whined, and he teased her sensitive clit with his covered cock.

"Do you want me to share that photo too?" he offered, nearly mocking her. "Show my cock about to slide right in and let everyone what a fucking slut you are for me?"

Cassandra squeezed her pillow, squeezing her eyes closed.

"Raise your ass," he commanded. "Show the camera how wet I make, how your pussy got so messy just for me."

She did as he said, not looking back so that her face wouldn't be caught on screen, and gasped when he rested the head of his cock against her entrance.

"Just another picture, baby slut," he hummed. "And then I'll fuck your pussy, okay?"

Robb snapped another couple of pictures, and slowly pushed his cock inside, snapping another photo, before she heard the sound of his phone locking up and being tossed out of the way.

Her face was burning with the humiliation, but she didn't want it t end. She liked it.

Very much.

Finally, Robb pushed his cock all the way inside her without any hesitance or resistance.

"Fuck," he grunted.

"Is she good?" Theon asked from his seat.

"Perfect," Robb grunted. "Fuck, her pussy is gripping me, fits like a fucking glove."

She cried when he bottomed out inside her, and Robb groaned, squeezing her hips with a single hand.

"Your cunt is perfect for my cock," he grunted, moving back for a moment and then pushing inside her again. "Fucking drenched slut!"

She cried and mewled as he fucked her, not only not caring about his friends watching her, but enjoying their hungry eyes.

Robb pressed his chest to her back when his moans grew darker and a new orgasm felt closer and closer.

"Cum for me again," he grunted. "Milk my cock with your cunt, slut."

His fingers played with her clit without an ounce of mercy, and Cassandra's blue eyes crossed when her body followed his command, shamelessly cumming and driving him into orgasming with her.

Robb pulled out from inside her without waiting for much time, and she was still panting when he walked across the room and into another room, coming back with his dick already tucked in and pants zipped up.

"Hey," he pushed her hair, matted down by sweat, behind her ear, and cleaned her up with something soft and warm. "How are you feeling?"

Cassandra groaned.

She was so tired.

"Alright," he helped her flip back to face up and picked her up. "Nap time."

She pouted, but just put her arm over his shoulder, bracing herself, and pulled him closer when he laid her on a bed.

"Wanna cuddle," she whined.

Robb laughed and lied along with her.

"I guess this means we are dating now," he embraced her.

Cassandra raised her eyes at him, surprised. Did he mean it?

"What?" he caressed her side. "You think I would let you go after this?"

She flushed, blushing.

"I was hoping you wouldn't," she confessed.

Robb kissed her forehead.

"Good."

Cassandra wondered for a moment if she should tell him now that this was her first time.

Maybe she could do it tomorrow.

They needed to take that morning photo too, after all.

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4 - The Feast pt 2

Part 5

The Last Velaryon

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Lord Eddard and King Robert Baratheon made their way outside of the feast hall. The laughter and loud noise could still be heard when they walked away out of earshot from others to have their conversation. Eddard paused in his steps. "You're grace, what did you wish to talk about?"

"No formalities, Ned. It's about that Velaryon girl." Robert eyed his friend.

Ned asked him. "What concerns you about her?"

"I think I might have made a mistake when I stripped Jaime of his white cloak." The king declared under his breath.

Lord Stark wasn't sure what to make of his words. "What do you mean?"

"I mean the Kingslayer doesn't seem to give a damn about her. He is hiding something. Only problem is I don't really care to find out what." He chuckled.

Ned clicked his tongue. "We cannot judge someone until we know whether they are a man of honor or not. But what does this have to do with you second guessing your own command?"

"I haven't done much research on the Velaryon house but I figured the lord would have fought against the man who basically helped me banish their house."

"If your house is close to being very small I suppose you would do anything to keep it alive." Ned pointed out.

Robert simply nodded his head. "I've been thinking about this, Ned. I am king and seven kingdoms declined loyalty to me so why not use that power to change one declaration I just wrote."

"Your grace, if you mean to go against the Lannister's I don't think that would be wise." Ned warns his friend and king.

Robert scoffs. "I don't care what they pay me not to. I am not blind Ned and I know you just saw it too. There's something between that girl and your son."

"It is a good thought, your grace. But that's all it should remain just a thought. I doubt Robb has even thought of a betrothed yet." Lord Stark shrugged his shoulders knowing his son and his young at heart nature. He was still a boy, even though he was very good at following the lessons he had been taught so far in life.

Robert moved closer to his friend, staring into his eyes with a serious expression. "You're his father. If he hasn't thought of the idea of marrying her then persuade him to. I'll deal with Tywin Lannister when the time comes."

Three years ago - Haelesa's pov

That morning I was dreading more than I care to admit to myself now. It was the day I had to say goodbye to one of my closest Joella Bridges. Picking up the ends of my nightgown I scampered through the hallways until I reached her chambers knocking three times on the door. "Joella, it's me. Open the dang door!"

"Enough with the shouting. We don't want to wake the whole castle staff. Once they're awake I'll have to start packing to leave." She shushed me by tugging me inside her room and quietly yet quickly shutting the door and locking it.

I admitted throwing my arms away from my sides. "I don't want you to leave. Why can't it be if you're lord father isn't dra yet then the man travels to live with the girl."

"I'm going to miss you too, Haelesa and Chezney too of course. But my parents already agreed to it." She opened her arms and we raced to embrace one another.

Her father had married my mother's older sister and so we we're cousins by birth. Now her father had decided to ship her off for marriage....the only real reason this happened was the tale of bettering one's house. And I had done my own research from what I could find on her soon to be new family. "You don't want to marry this man. It's claimed he has a mustache, Joella."

"Yes but I've also been told he is very cheerful." She added on slightly breaking the hug so we could see the other's face.

I made a noise sticking my tongue out to her. "It's still gross thinking you'll be kissing a guy with hair around his mouth...eww, Raynald Westerling!"

"Haelesa stop it okay. I am already nervous enough and your teasing isn't helping." Joella admitted dropping her arms at her sides.

I smiled at my cousin. "I'm just saying, Ella. You'll be kissing a guy with a full beard."

"Okay, let's change the subject. I want you to promise me something." Joella replied.

Taking her hands in mine I asked softly. "What kind of promise?"

"Promise me that even though we will be away from each other that you will tell me off your adventures. Whether they are big or small. If you find love or not. I want to know everything. So send me letters, cousin." She explained to me with that cheeky smile she always had on her face when we got to spend time together.

Squeezing her hands in mine I immediately agreed without hesitation of what she was asking. "Of course. As long as you do the same back to me.

"I promise." She hugs me gently and I wrap my arms around her hugging her with the same level of emotion.

Robb and I were still just silently walking around the abandoned courtyard of Winterfell. Everyone else was still awake enjoying the feast with the royal family. He paused in his steps outside a wooden cage canal looking at me. "I wanted to show you something."

"Show me what?" I questioned him wrapping my arms around myself and I had taken his other fur cloak that he had given earlier on the day.

He undid the locks of the pen and I gasped taking a step back seeing an animal exit the pen. The animal in front of me was a wolf from what I could by the pointy ears and the long wagging fur tail. "This is GreyWind. He is my direwolf." He responded by running his fingers through the wolf's gray coat.

"I've never seen a direwolf before. Where did you find him?" I asked, lowering myself down on a knee reaching forward and petting his fur when he sniffed my hand before I touched him.

Robb stands on the side of the direwolf. "My father had me and my brothers out hunting with him in the woods. Their mother had died and so each of the Stark children got to have their own pup. We just had to take care of them."

"Aww that's sweet. He seems like a good boy." I smiled still, moving my fingers through his fur and he began wagging his tail back and forth.

Robb smiled down at me. He had been enjoying your company from the moment you two had met. He wished he could spend more time with her. But unfortunately he figured that wouldn't get the chance. "I have trained him as best as I could. "

"You really are something, Robb. You'll make a good Lord of Winterfell one day." I praised him getting to my feet not caring about the mud stains on my dress.

He blushed but I couldn't tell how bad it was given that the only light was provided by some burning torches on the walls and the fact that it was completely dark. "You barely know me and you're already giving me praise, Haelesa. I am not sure how to take it. But thank you."

"You're welcome, Robb. Maybe if we're lucky we can know more about each other before I leave in a few days." I smiled, clasping my hands together in front of me.

Footsteps could be heard coming around the corner causing both of us to turn our heads seeing Lady Catelyn rushing over to us. I could see the annoyance in her facial expression. "Robb, you shouldn't have left the feast. This is for the royal family. Why in the seven kingdoms are you out here?"

"I'm sorry, mother. I was simply showing Lady Haelesa my direwolf." Robb apologized to his mother.

Catelyn shifted her head quickly over to me. "You're the Velaryon girl that is supposed to wed the Kingslayer."

"Yes Lady Stark I am. I am sorry if I have made any problems this evening." I bowed my head giving her a small curtsey.

She shakes her head focusing back on her first born son. "I am just here to say that your father went off with the king to talk about something. So you need to go back inside and represent your house in your father's stead."

"Of course, mother." He nodded in understanding, placing GreyWind back inside his cage. He walked past me and his mother glanced over his shoulder back at me. "I'll see you later, Haelesa."

I looked into his brown eyes waving bye to the young boy. "See you later, Robb....uh if you see my friend Chezney, Lady Stark. Tell her I am retiring for the evening."

"Goodnight, Lady Haelesa." She responded watching me walk away and she could sense that something was between her son and the young woman.

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