robb x catelyn


As she slept amidst the rolling grasslands, Catelyn dreamt that Bran was whole again, that Arya and Sansa held hands, that Rickon was still a babe at her breast. Robb, crownless, played with a wooden sword, and when all were safe asleep, she found Ned in her bed, smiling.
Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon.

(requested by @sansa-starks)

  • My ship: *is literal perfection and best thing ever*
  • Author: *blows holes in to ship, sails into a typhoon, unleashes the kraken*

D&D: “R+L = J, guys!!! Bet you didn’t see that coming”?!

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Robb Stark + text posts

Catelyn stumbles from her bed in the middle of the night at the sound of the sobs.  “Robb,” she mumbles to herself.

Her son does not like to sleep.  Nor does he seem to particularly like Old Nan’s attempts to sooth him.  He misses his old nurse, the one from Riverrun, though the gods only know he won’t remember her in a few months.

Catelyn has been in Winterfell for only a week, and she is not yet recovered from the road.  Every night, twice a night if not more, Robb awakens and screams in the night, screams so loudly that Catelyn can hear him even through the thick stone walls with their hot water pumping through them.

She pushes open the door to his nursery, intends to sweep him up into her arms, but she finds that she cannot.  Ned is already there, walking their son up and down the room while Robb weeps, the wetnurse he’d employed to feed his bastard still curled up on her palate on the floor, her pillow over her ears.

“Oh,” Catelyn hears herself say as Ned reaches the wall and turns around.  He stops in his tracks.  

“My lady,” he says, flushing slightly.  “I didn’t mean to wake him.”

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Make Her A Stark~Part 2 - Rob Stark x Reader

Thank you for the amazing feedback guys!! So I think I am going to make this a 3 part imagine instead of a 2 part and if you guys like it maybe a mini series!? I am not too sure about this part so please, please let me know!! sorry if it is not as good as part 1 


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“Rob!” He could hear his mother shouting over his sword clashing with the target over and over. After the third shout, he finally stopped, 

“What?” He snapped. All his mind could focus on was how you were lying so sick with goodness knows what and he hadn’t even been able to show how he really felt. 

“What in the seven hells are you doing?” She asked calmly but firmly, 

“She’s sick. So incredibly sick.” His mother knew this. It was why she wanted to talk to her this morning - to ask her to return home for a few months to get well again. Se was too late but with Robb’s words, she understood everything her poor boy was going through. 

“You like her,” Catelyn smirked. When Robb was young, he was adamant that he would never love a silly girl - he was such a typical young boy. Of course, as he grew older his rule became less appealing and girls became more so. But still, his mother would never forget that little boy who wanted nothing more than to be strong like his father. 

In turn, he never believed he would fall so fast. He had believed for such a long time that his freedom would end in an arranged marriage with no love. Never did he think he would find someone he loved truly. “I do not doubt that she would be a wonderful wife,”

“And why do I sense you do not approve?”

“I do my son, but as you said she is sick. If her fever overcomes her…” He did not let her finish, 

“Don’t you dare.” Robb almost growled, gripping his sword tighter. 

In 7 weeks he had fallen in love and never again could he imagine his life without your rosy cheeks blushing when you spoke to him, or your calming voice on late night walks. How you would admire him when you thought he could not see. Each little action gave him hope that you returned his feelings. Of course he would show off a little to you (as noticed by Jon and Arya a few times - much to his torment) but never had his heart felt so full than when he was gazing upon you - whether it be across the yard or at dinner, imagining how you would look beside him, leading with him instead of being so far away.

“Robb, the nurses believe it is severe hypothermia. There is almost no coming back from that.” Robb remained silent, seething with anger, “Her breathing is shallow already, it is down to her to last the night.” 

Robb fell to a stool nearby in defeat rubbing his eye with his palm and dropping his sword, “She is my dream. She makes me who I am, and holding her hand in mine was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, she can’t go, even if she told me to move on I wouldn’t be able to, believe me, but I can’t live in a world where she isn’t a part of my life and I’m scared that if I move on she won’t be anymore.”

Robb snuck up to your room that night. A young nurse had been left with you to dab a warm washcloth across your pale forehead. 

“Leave us”

“My lord, I cannot. The lady hasn’t been conscious for hours,”  Robb’s heart broke a little, “I must stay with her…”

“I shall take over.” His sternness made her follow his order reluctantly, handing him the washcloth and curtseying as she left. He looked over at you, your chest barely moving with only small breaths and your head thrashed a little every so often in your unconscious state. 

Moving to your side he ignored the small stool and sat beside you, taking your hand in his and running his thumb over the back of your freezing hand. He noticed that you still had his furs around you as well as many others, but his were still there wrapped tightly around your weak frame. 

He knew it was wrong, he didn’t have your permission, but you needed to be warm so carefully, he removed the covers from around you and lied beside you, moving you against him slowly and placing the covers around the both of you. He once again took your hand and, even in your unconscious state, you seemed to squeeze lightly. He didn’t know if he was imagining it but he prayed to the gods that he didn’t. He smiled to himself, 

“I know I shouldn’t but I miss you.” He began speaking, he didn’t know if you could hear him - probably not but maybe, “I miss your voice, I miss your laugh, I miss your smile and your hugs. I miss our old conversations. I miss you so much and I hate how I cannot help you. Please don’t let go. I know it is selfish of me, my (y/n) - It is selfish to call you mine and to want you to return to me but I need you, my (y/n). There’s just something about you I’m scared to lose, because I know I won’t find it in anyone else.” You moved into his warmth your head touching his shoulder and making his heart swell, “I know you don’t think you have a family. Not a caring family, but you do! You have us and I will be damned if that gets taken from you because gods do I want to make you a Stark but you have to pull through.” A tear nearly left his eye but he wouldn’t allow it. 

His hand came up to brush through your hair that had been let out of its plaits and as he did so he heard you mumble and slur his name a little. He knew he hadn’t imagined it that time - you were coming back to him. Robb allowed his hopes to rocket as he pressed a kiss to your forehead as you mumbled again, “Shh, my love, keep your energy. I’ve got you now.”

“Don’t leave me.” Those three words were enough to let that small tear slip, falling into your hair, 

“Never, my darling. Never.” 


@hellomissmabel @saoirsewhittle 

For those who are so mad at Sansa and think she desrves all the shit that happened to her because of how she ignored Jon’s existence, nevermind that her mother kept drilling in her that a lady should never associate with a bastard, and because of a lie she told, which resulted in her own direwolf to be killed, and because she ran to the queen trying to save her marriage (which at the time her biggest dream), when her father was very dismissive and insufficient in providing reasons to why he won’t let her become the queen……

You do realize that in the first book/season she was 11/13….but do you ??? Do you realize she was a child ?? A child who paid miserably for her mistakes, her father’s, her mother’s and her elder brother’s mistakes !!

You heartless assholes.

Being Robb Stark’s Betrothed Would Include....

(AN: Okay so this is an example of something else I write… they are called Headcannon’s! I hope you like it… And request some!)

Originally posted by teendotcom

-Living in Winterfell since you were ten years of age

-Writing letters to Robb once every other week (when really you want to write everyday)

-Robb and you being inseparable

-Him sleeping with you (not sexually) whenever you have nightmares

-Reading to Robb when he is stressed

-Sansa is jealous of you; Arya is close to you; Bran and Rickion follow you like a mother; Catelyn is unsure of you and your intentions (but is just being over protective); Eddard adores you and treats you like his own

-You are best friends with Arya

-When he goes off to war, he requests you stay in Winterfell to watch his brothers but manage to sneak away when Theon invades, but first teaching the boys how to get out

-Crying when you go back to see the two boys claiming that it is your fault

-Robb comforting you and confiding in you for everything

-Getting married in the Godswood as soon as you return home

Things the ASOIAF Fandom taught me:
  1. Gendry doesn’t own a shirt.
  2. Jon Snow knows nothing, except how to give really good head (no matter what gender the receiver is).
  3. Robb Stark didn’t die. He was reincarnated in the modern world, where everything is cupcakes and mostly nothing hurts. (yes, that is a reference)
  4. Ned and Catelyn had hot sex whenever and wherever they were able to.
  5. Ned also gives really good head.
  6. In fact, all male Starks are cunnilingus pros.
  7. Sansa, too, if she’s with Margaery.
  8. Speaking of which, all Starks have a latent gay side.
  9. Theon has, or has had at some point of his life, a deep, soul-bonding, heart-breaking, why-does-this-happen-to-me crush on Robb Stark.
  10. More likely than not, said crush is reciprocated (see #8).
  11. If there’s a cat, Tommen owns it. Especially if it has a ridiculous name that Jaime won’t say outloud.
  12. Tyrion Lannister is a matchmaker at heart.
  13. And he ships Jaime/Brienne.
  14. Also, Jaime and Brienne are proof that true love is real.
  15. Asha likes kinky sex.
  • Margaery Tyrell: *dies*
  • Catelyn Stark: (in heaven) Ooooooh my God!!!! Omg, omg, omg, omg, omg okay... OKAY. Catelyn play it cool. Breathe. Don't mess this up. You got this. You fucking got this.
  • Margaery Tyrell: Hello? Am I dead? Lady Stark... is that you--
  • Margaery Tyrell: I... beg your pardon?
  • Catelyn Stark: I mean... welcome to heaven? Haha ha. Hahaha. (Internally: ...fuck...FUCK!!!!)

If you had to fall into a woman’s arms, my son, why couldn’t they have been Margaery Tyrell’s? The wealth and power of Highgarden could have made all the difference in the fighting yet to come. And perhaps Grey Wind would have liked the smell of her as well. –Catelyn II, ASoS

All men must die - but we are no men.
—  daenerys targaryen being a queen af