they gave this to robb

Queen in the North

Originally posted by teenagerunawayblogs

Requested: By me, complete and utter Robb Stark Trash

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: Complete self-indulgence, honestly

Word Count: 1,057

A/N: Umm wow, okay. So this was a joke that @secretschuylersister and I had when I started watching Game of Thrones, and then I got carried away. There is so much more of this, and Taylor and I somehow ended up with enough material for like three sequels. Feedback is always appreciated, especially becuase I am a bit unser about this, tbh

“The boys are out hunting again,” You glanced up from the book in your lap to see Arya leaning against the door, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“And why would you be telling me this?” you laughed, closing the book that had been failing to hold your attention for the better part of an hour. “You know that I’m not allowed to go anymore.”

It was true. When you all were younger, you had been playing with the boys in the forest and managed to break your arm. Robb had had to carry you back to the castle, where he didn’t leave your side until the apothecary insisted that he would get sick if he didn’t warm up. Even after that, Robb grumbled about it for weeks after, all the while insisting that you couldn’t carry so much as a book.

“Because, you like to sit by the window and pretend to read until they get back.” You smiled to yourself, not bothering to deny what Arya was implying. She had been insisting that you were in love with her brother ever since you had come to live with them, and repeating yourself wasn’t going to do you any good. “Even though we both know that they are going to be fine, you insist on worrying.”

“Arya, I-”

“Don’t try denying it,” she laughed, backing away from you before turning on her heel and running out of the room.

You thought about staying in your quarters, after all, the window provided you a good enough view of the courtyard, but on the other hand, you did like sitting in your usual spot. So, as you made your way downstairs to your window seat you tried to convince yourself that it was for the fresh air and not because you were going to be closer when your boys got home.

You happily found your window seat unoccupied and spread your skirts out across the window seat. You knew that the boys loved going hunting, but you couldn’t find it in your heart not to worry. There were too many things that could go wrong.

Logically, you knew that nothing was going to happen to them. You had all spent years together, learning archery along with chess and reading. You busied yourself with pretending to read while simultaneously pretending not to be worried about your family.

but  once the sound of horse hooves pounding the ground echoed across the square, all of your pretenses fell away. Your book was abandoned on the bench as you made your way across the square. You sighed in relief when you saw everyone riding into site, all looking to be perfectly healthy.

It took everything in you not to abandon all pretenses and sprint to where they were riding in, but mercifully you managed to stay rooted to your bench, eyes moving over the words but failing to absorb anything.

Eventually, the sound of the horse’s hooves were gone, the sounds of the bustling people around you filled up the air, and you allowed yourself to look up from your book to see him standing there, waiting.

You both knew that you had been waiting for him since he left, but neither of you were going to admit it. Instead, you grinned and rushed to him, your book already forgotten on the bench. You reached him in a matter of seconds, your arms finding their way around his neck and his holding the small of your back.

You didn’t speak, not at first. You held each other in the square, silently thankful that he was back, and relatively unharmed. “I hate that you won’t let me go with you.” you muttered, reluctantly pulling away.

“If it was up to me, I wouldn’t go at all.” he laughed, leading his horse back to the stables.

“That’s a lie, you love hunting with your brothers.” You said, shoving him softly with your shoulder.

“I would love it more if you were there. Or, if they would just stop pestering me all of the time.” He grumbled, refusing to meet your eyes.

“You know that they mean well.” You offered, attempting to win the same argument that the two of you had been having for years.

Robb insisted that his family was plotting to set you up, and you were convinced that Robb was crazy. Well, you had always known that he was crazy, but now you had evidence to back it up. His family had more important things to do than speculate about the nature of your completely platonic relationship with the eldest Stark.

“I wish that they-”

“I know,” you laughed, cutting him off. You’d had the same conversation countless times before. “I wish that they would meddle less.” She lowered her voice, mimicking the low rumble of Robb’s tone. “I think that you are imagining things.”

Robb looked like he was going to respond, but Sansa’s voice was ringing out across the courtyard, sufficiently distracting the both of them. “Y/N!” she called again, somehow rushing across the cobblestones and still managing to look regal. Catelyn would have been so proud. “There you are! Arya said that the boys were back, so I figured that the two of you would be here.” She gave Robb a pointed glance that you somehow managed to miss. “Anyways, I need you.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, glancing up at Robb. His smile had turned sour, and your mind was turning trying to figure out why.

“The dress that I told you about, I finished it! And I thought that you could wear it to the feast tonight!” Sansa’s smile was so bright that you didn’t have the heart to tell her no. “I need you to come and try it on, and then we need to style your hair for tonight.”

Your fingers found the end of your simple braid that you preferred to keep your hair in. Most of the time, it wasn’t worth the hassle. “I was, I mean I think that we were going to-” You floundered, attempting to find a reason to stay and talk to Robb, but you were coming up short, and Sansa was very persuasive.

“I’ll bring her back when I am done.” she said quickly, grabbing your hand and hurrying you away, not bothering to look back.

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The Kings Envy

Originally posted by richard-madden

Robb x Reader


“What is the point of telling you if you’re not going to listen?” Catelyn sighed when she glanced up to find Robb staring off into the distance. “Perhaps she’s going to run away with him?”

“What?” The voicing of his thoughts suddenly snapped him back to reality and he looked down at his mother.

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The lion and the wolf

Originally posted by ladysarah94


request: none

warnings: language 

a/n: I love the thought of protective and daddy Robb Stark


“Traitor!”
“Lannister swine!”
“Baratheon bitch!”

I held my head high and bit my lip to hold back tears as I neared my tent. I had never, and will never, give them the satisfaction of letting them see me shed a tear. It was much harder to contain my tears as I was already a hormonal mess as is. I pulled the flap of the tent back as another man yelled,
Bloody whore!”

I stepped in and let the tent flap fall behind me as I let out a shaky breath. I walked over to the bed and sat down. I let the tears begin to fall down my face and I began to heave.

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Arranged Marriage (Robb Stark)

Robb Stark knew that as the heir to Winterfell he was eventually going to have to be wed. When that time comes he couldn’t be more happy with his fathers choice.

Word Count: 1897

This is my first ever GoT one-shot/short story so if it’s rubbish…I’m sorry! Mostly from Robb’s POV. The female character is referred to as (Y/N). (Which I don’t usually write so once again…Sorry if it’s not the best.) (Not my Gif)

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i’m asking you (what you know about these things)

[jonxsansa, modern au, ~5k+]

said there’s no mistakin’
what i feel is really love

—sam smith (whitney houston cover)  

When Sansa had received the gold-leaf invitation to celebrate Loras Tyrell and Renly Baratheon’s spring wedding, her expectations were high. She had known Loras since high school—indeed, she was best friends with his sister Margaery to this day, five years after their graduation—and as such she had come to know the Tyrells to be the most extravagant of families. As a young woman with equally lavish tastes, Sansa had gotten on with them famously.

While never quite so bold or, at times, rather outlandish as Margaery and Loras, because of their influence Sansa had gained a sense of poise and sophistication well beyond that of her own family. That’s not to say that the Starks were not held in high esteem. But Catelyn Stark had always said that while all of her children had been born with silver spoons in their mouths, her eldest daughter had grown up to fashion hers into a crown. Sansa had once taken offense to that, thinking her mother meant to make a materialistic fool of her, but as she grew older she gained a better perspective.

Not one among their elite set did not have a taste for the finer things—not even her younger sister, Arya, much as she would like to pretend otherwise—and Sansa simply accepted her good fortune and used it to do good by herself and others. Margaery felt the need to point this out at every availability, usually when Sansa showed up to a social event with a less-than reputable beau on her arm. Which, even Sansa can admit in retrospect, is often. Loras’ wedding is no exception, although Sansa has yet to look at it in hindsight.  

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Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine falling in love with Robb after healing him and having his baby.

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Hey could you do a Robb stark one shot where your a healer and when you help him recover from a wound, you fall in love have sex and you end up being pregnant?

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Should Have Seen It Coming - Jonsa Modern Oneshot

Wee but smutty…..😜

Robb should have seen it coming. He should have been suspicious when his best friend Jon could no longer hold an intelligent conversation whenever Sansa would join them at the pool out back. His words would falter and he would stammer through his reasons for choosing Dorne University or when they were talking football. His eyes would flit from Robb to where Sansa would be laid out on a lounger or rubbing lotion into her skin.

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The Northern Lover

Requested By Anon (Smut)




“My brothers are watching you again.” Sansa said as you held the bottom of her skirt out of the puddles.


“They always do that.” You mumble to yourself but she chuckles and shakes her head.

 


“They desire you, Robb thinks he’d have a better chance.” Sansa hummed as you led her through the halls to Winterfell’s main dining room.


“Well… they’re foolish.” You say to yourself as she left you to join her family.


You jumped and pressed your hands to your mouth, attempting to stifle a scream, when someone placed a large hand on your shoulder. You turned to find a rather wide eyed and startled Jon with his hand still outstretched.


“Jon!” You hissed although a slight chuckle tainted your voice.

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Sansa Did Not

Just a little bit of trash fic I wrote for the Day 1 Jon x Sansa Fanfiction’s 15 Days of Valentine’s challenge…


Sansa did not kiss Jon when they were in elementary school.

She was eight years old and still believed boys had cooties in their mouths when Robb brought his new friend home for dinner one autumn night.  He and Jon had been assigned desks next to each other in Mr. Cassel’s fourth-grade class at Northern Wintertown Elementary School and had become fast friends.  Jon was very shy and barely said a word to anybody other than Robb, except for when he thanked Sansa’s parents for having him.  When he came around for dinner again the next week, Arya somehow got him to laugh, and the week after that, he showed Bran how to shoot a squirt gun.  He didn’t say anything to Sansa, though, for over a month, until the day when Mrs. Cerwyn sent her to the principal’s office for arguing with Elia Sand during art class.  Sansa had tried to tell Mrs. Cerwyn that Elia had snapped at her for trying to explain the rules of their painting project, but Mrs. Cerwyn would hear none of it.  Sansa cried all the way to the office and back and held the pink slip she received as though it was burning a hole through her hand.  Mother reprimanded Sansa very sharply when saw the slip, and when Father got home from work he told Sansa how disappointed he was, and then Robb looked at the painting on which she had spent hours and said it had too much pink in it.  Sansa was about to start crying all over again when Jon told her the painting was pretty.  His face turned as pink as the roses in it when he said so, but he smiled a little bit when Sansa thanked him.

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A Perfect Arrangement

Originally posted by humanshinigami

Part Two here!

Request: anon asked “a Robb Stark imagine and he marries a Baratheon? The girl is Robert’s true born daughter, older than Joffrey, & it’s arranged so they’re both very awkward & tense. Robb find her crying while she’s out alone in the middle of the night & scolds her before comforting her. Fast forward to wedding night, they start the bedding ceremony but Robb, growing fierce of her, notices her grow uncomfortable & orders everyone out of the room then they make love, you don’t have to write actual smut”

Warnings: arranged marriage

Word Count: 2247 (NEW RECORD)

Notes: WONDERFUL REQUEST!!  <3  this was a joy to write!  i love house baratheon!!  hope u all like this as much as i loved writing it!!

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Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine cuddling with Robb during the war and him comforting you about upcoming battles.

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Could you do a fluffy robb x reader where they’re laying in bed together & he keeps calling her pretty & saying that he loves her and stuff? thank you!! (sorry if this wasn’t very detailed!)

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Imagine: Robb Stark giving you a direwolf, because he fancy you. And when he sees you again years later he can’t help but run and kiss you.

As you walk into the camp you can’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. This is the closest you’ve been to Robb since he gave you a direwolf back at Winterfell. She gets up from the ground and follows you around. 

“Do you see him, Anaris?” you ask and the wolf answers with a growl. You take that as a no. Fortunately it doesn’t take long before you see him standing with his mother. He spots you the moment you spot him. He looks at you with a boyish grin and you can’t help but smile. He looks back at his mother who gives him an approving smile. Then he runs to your side and grabs your waist to pull you close before smashing his lips to yours. 

“I’ve missed you,” he mumbles when you break free from the kiss to catch your breath. People are staring now and you don’t want the attention, but you do want another kiss.

“Let’s get inside.”

XX

Jealousy Pt. 4

Robb

Robb watched as Arya got into a fight with one of Aegon Targaryen’s men. He couldn’t hear what the two had been talking about, so he didn’t know what had started the fight, though he had a fairly good idea. All Robb knew was that Arya had thrown the first punch. Now she was rolling around on the ground, straddling the man and landing punches where she could. At first, the man didn’t seem to want to hit her back and settled on defending himself, but when Arya hit his nose so hard it started bleeding, the man’s face contorted in rage, and he lashed out.

When the fight had first begun, Robb had been amused. But then he’d met his lady mother’s eyes, and she had mouthed at him desperately to go intervene.

Robb was halfway across the hall when another figure was swiftly accosting Arya. The next moment Gendry was clutching a struggling Arya in his arms while the man cursed at her from where he lay sprawled on the ground, blood pulsing from his now crooked nose.

One cold, threatening look from Gendry later, the man shut up, though he continued glaring daggers Arya’s way. Gendry half-dragged, half-carried Arya away and back toward the high table, toward Robb. She was still struggling, even against Gendry’s arms.

“He was calling you a bastard and a liar and a craven,” Arya snarled over her shoulder at Gendry as they neared Robb.

“Who cares? He’s just sore because I beat him and his little friends in the practice yard.” Gendry tried to reassure her.

As they approached him, Robb grinned. “You gave him a good beating, little sister. Best hope it doesn’t reach the prince’s ears. He won’t be happy to hear you bloodied one of his men.”

Arya’s eyes flashed. “Best hope he doesn’t reach me or he’s next.” Arya snapped. “He’s the one going around telling everyone Gendry didn’t really fight in the war. And he’s saying all Gendry did back then was dishonor me.”

Robb’s cheeks pinked at the implication about his sister, but it was Gendry who responded.

“He’s another one who’s just sore ‘cause he lost to me.” Gendry chuckled to the girl half gathered in his arms. Robb knew he wasn’t referring to the practice yard either.

Robb fell into step with the smith as they headed toward the high table and away from the ruckus.

“Put me down,” Arya finally stopped struggling and just grasped at Gendry’s hands wrapped tight around her middle.

Gendry stopped there in the middle of the hall then. “Only if you promise not to go back and finish him off.” Gendry’s voice was firm, though it hid a laugh.

Arya glared over her shoulder at him. “You’re right,” she finally relented, “he’s not worth it.”

Gendry relaxed his arms around Robb’s little sister, and she slid down to her feet, still leaning against the smith.

“You don’t believe anything they’re saying, do you?” Gendry was leaning down to murmur into her ear.

Arya spun around and punched the smith so hard in the shoulder that he flinched. “Of course not, you stupid!”

“Arya,” Robb warned. “Mother is watching.”

Gendry had caught Arya’s wrists in one hand. “Then what does it matter what they say? As long as you know what’s true.”

Arya groaned in frustration. Heeding Robb’s words, her eyes on the high table, she let her arms drop.

Robb turned to see Catelyn staring sternly at Arya. Catelyn’s eyes met Robb’s. She jerked her head towards Arya, and Robb knew his mother wanted him to escort Arya away before she got into more trouble. When Robb turned back to do so, however, the smith was, as always, ten steps ahead. He had Arya’s elbow in one hand and was leading her out of the hall.

Another pang of impatience colored Robb’s insides. Robb was glad the smith had been close at hand to stop Arya fighting, especially before the other man had managed to retaliate in kind, but he also felt a pinprick of irritation. He’d been on his way to carry his sister off and would have gotten there in enough time. He hadn’t needed Gendry’s interference. Robb shrugged the feeling away. It was good Gendry had been there.

The smith usually was though, before anyone else. Just the week before, Arya had climbed halfway up the broken tower to rescue an injured crow that perched on a broken brick that jutted out and away from the tower. Robb had run with a long rope, up to the castle parapet and along it until he came to the broken tower. He had planned to drop the rope to her so she could tie it around her waist in case she fell. When Robb had gotten to the tower window, the smith had already climbed the tower behind Arya. Gendry had held the injured bird delicately in one hand and climbed down slowly below Arya to catch her in case she fell.

Another time, Arya had gotten into a fist fight with Elmar Frey, one of the hostages that Robb’s lord father Eddard had demanded of the Freys for the assurance that they would not rise against the throne. The man was larger than her and managed to throw in a few good punches that left Arya bruised. Then Gendry had been there, had tugged Arya away from the fray before replacing her fists with his own. Aegon’s man today had only been lucky because he hadn’t had the time to hit Arya back. The Frey boy had been bedridden for weeks. Robb’s father had forgiven the infraction only because Gendry had been coming to Arya’s defense, as much as Arya insisted she hadn’t needed the help.

To put it mildly, when it came to his littlest sister, Robb felt misplaced these days. Ever since she’d finally come back. The Starks had all been so happy to see her, the last of them missing. Arya was alive. That was enough. No one wanted to make her do anything she didn’t want to do lest she run away or disappear again somehow. Be a lady. Be polite, even. Wear a dress. No one made her stay away from the smith either. Soon, before they realized what that really meant, it was too late. Now, Gendry went wherever Arya went, and she didn’t need her big brothers anymore. Like the rest of them, Robb had been surprised that, out of all the Starks, Arya had been the one to come away from the war with a true match.

The next morning, Robb rode out with Gendry, Arya and Rickon, along with a handful of his lord father’s guard, to the wolfswood to ride and hunt. Ned Dayne and Aegon insisted on tagging along. Despite Arya’s obvious proclamation of a choice of suitor on her name day, along with his brother’s legitimization of Gendry, Dayne and the prince both did not seem to be getting the hint. At least not enough to stop pursuing his sister.

Gendry and Rickon led the column side-by-side, followed by Robb and Arya, the rest of them trailing behind. Arya wore her brand new sword, from Gendry, proudly on her hip. Her name day gift from Robb, the bow and arrows, she wore slung over her shoulder.

To Dayne’s obvious pleasure, Arya rode her new sand steed; from where he rode behind them in the column, the boy kept reminding Arya of her promise to race him on the horse.

“A sand steed,” Aegon snorted. “I’ll bet you a hundred gold dragons my courser can beat yours at any race.” The prince challenged the Dayne boy haughtily.

Dayne watched Arya as he spoke. With a chuckle, he said, “I’ll take that wager, but you may as well hand the gold over now.”

Meanwhile, Arya was laughing at something Gendry had just told Rickon and was not paying the slightest attention to the men behind her. Rickon had taken almost as well to the smith as Arya had. Most like because of his experience with Arya, Gendry was good at anticipating Rickon’s wild tantrums or outbursts. Nothing the boy said, no matter how bloody or shocking fazed the smith.

“A stag!” The younger boy shouted excitedly. With that, he bounded off across the open field, digging his heels into his own horse, a spear, one of his only remnants remaining from Skagos, clutched tightly in his right hand.

Gendry turned swiftly toward Arya, as if for permission. “Go,” she urged, and Gendry trotted off after the younger boy.

Robb laughed along with Arya, watching the bull chase the wild wolf. Gendry was still not perfectly accustomed to sitting a horse, and his large size made him look awkward in the saddle.

“When is the wedding, little wolf?” Robb teased Arya so as not to be overheard.

She turned a bright red. “Shut up!”

“Lady Stark and Lord Baratheon.”

“Don’t!” Arya threw a chestnut at him now from her saddlebag. It bounced off his leg. “It’s just Arya. And Gendry. Or stupid, if you want.”

Robb laughed. “I can’t be calling my lady sister stupid.” He protested in jest.

“I meant him,” Arya growled, but started to laugh along with her brother all the same.

“They’re off to kill a stag, and he is a stag.” Robb nodded towards the retreating backs of Gendry and Rickon.

“He’s not a stag. He’s a bull.” Arya protested. “A stupid, stubborn one.”

Robb laughed again. “Aye, that’s more fitting. You’ll be needing a new sigil then.”

Another chestnut got Robb in the side of the head, and he laughed as Arya argued, “I’m still a wolf. Don’t make me prove it.”

“Well, then, little sister. You going to make him take your name and sigil then?”

“And why not?” Arya challenged him, then scoffed. “Who says we have to get married anyway? Mother?”

Robb was almost taken aback. “Don’t you want to?”

Arya was, in turn, taken aback. “What’s the difference? Whether we marry or not, he’s mine.”

Robb laughed now. “Might be the only way to get rid of these buggers.” Robb tossed his head backwards to indicate he meant the prince and Dayne.

Arya spared a moment to frown their way. “We’ll see.” She shot back.

“Ready to race?” She asked the two behind them bluntly.

Both boys rushed forward on their horses.

“Will you give me your favor, my lady?” Dayne winked at Arya, and Robb had to hold back a groan.

Arya just grinned wickedly. “My favor will be not throwing you off your horse, Dayne.”

“To the lake.” Arya commanded.

Robb completed the count. At ten, the three were off, their horses kicking up clots of dirt and grass in their wake.

Robb and his father’s men trotted behind them at a distance. From where he was, Robb could see that Arya had quickly gained the lead. It wasn’t simply that Arya was lighter or knew the terrain better than the other two. She was a true horse woman of the north. She’d been riding since before she could walk.

Slowly, Dayne was gaining on Arya, and Aegon on Dayne. A light mist began then. The morning had been cloudy and the sky had threatened thunder and rain. Arya nearly stood now in her stirrups. She disappeared over a knoll, Dayne and Aegon as well seconds after. Robb raced ahead now, somehow uneasy. Nymeria, Grey Wind and Shaggydog had disappeared to hunt almost immediately after they had left the gates of Winterfell. Robb didn’t like losing sight of his sisters outside of Winterfell. He usually didn’t mind, as long as Gendry or Jon were with her. But Jon was far away in King’s Landing and Gendry had run off after Rickon.

Robb finally crowned the same knoll, to see that Arya and Dayne were neck and neck, Aegon trailing a yard behind.

Suddenly a chill ran down Robb’s back. He felt the shadow approach before he actually saw it. Looking overhead as he rode forward, he saw the unmistakable shape of a large flying beast, obscured by the clouds. Viserion. Ahead, Aegon, looking unconcerned, was slowing his horse to a trot. As the dragon descended, Aegon stood nimbly in his saddle. The dragon neared the three riders. Arya only just then noticed, swiveling sideways in her seat. Her face was one of pure annoyance. Obviously Aegon thought he was being clever; if he managed to mount the dragon, he’d arrive to the lake before the other two with long moments to spare.

Suddenly, as Viserion fanned his wings out to their full width in order to reach the height of Aegon’s horse, Arya’s steed reared. With her eyes still behind her on Viserion, Arya hadn’t been expecting it. She fell sideways in her saddle, losing the reins. She would have tumbled off completely, except her left foot was caught in the stirrup. She hung off the side, her face and hands dragging along the rough terrain until she hoisted herself up as high above it as she could. Robb choked back a breath and spurred his own horse, already foaming at the mouth, forward that he might catch her before she was dragged again or thrown off completely.

Ahead was pure confusion. Aegon didn’t seem to have realized that Arya was in danger. He was swinging himself precariously onto Viserion’s back. Dayne was spurring his own steed, so as to catch up to Arya’s. Dayne was gaining, but on the wrong side of the horse. Were Arya to fall at that moment, Dayne’s steed would trample her. Robb’s own horse began to rear as it got closer to Viserion, who was again beginning to ascend. Aegon, it seemed, had only begun to grasp the consequences he had wrought with his stunt.

Robb kept a tight hold on the reins of his horse, urging it forward. Standing in his own stirrups and leaning forward, he found himself catching up to Arya and Ned Dayne. Dayne was attempting to lean off his own horse and pull Arya back up. Instead, he should have been trying to get control of the horse. Arya was yelling something unintelligible at Ned while, at the same time, trying to lift herself up with only the strength of her middle. Her face was red and scratched from where it had dragged along the tree roots and stones before managing to lift herself up. Her face was pale and twisted in pain, and Robb could now see that her leg was twisted at an unnatural angle.

Worry and anxiety rose in him like an overflowing fountain. If Dayne had not sidled up so close, Arya would have been able to twist back up into her saddle and gain control of the steed. The steed. Robb cursed out loud. He shouldn’t have let Arya race on a horse she was unfamiliar with. This was the first time she’d ridden the beast, so it could not know her, and she could not know the horse.

Dayne finally seemed to have gotten the message and was falling back to swing around Arya’s horse. But Robb had finally gotten there first. He swung his own courser around Arya’s steed and rode side-by-side the steed, leaning over unsteadily until he caught the reins in his gloved hands. Slowly, Robb eased the horse to a trot and then to a stop. Ignoring Dayne’s pleas and request of Arya’s well-being, Robb hoped lithely off his horse, throwing the reins at Jory Cassel, who had been on his heels the entire ride.

“Arya.” Robb’s hoarse voice begged.

She was groaning in pain, hanging directly down off the side of the horse now. “Get. Me. Off.” Arya said through clenched teeth.

Robb circled around her and lifted her torso up. She hissed in pain at the way that movement jostled her leg.

“I’m sorry, love.” He held her close, as Jory untangled her leg from the saddle and stirrups. Arya cursed the entire time, and to his own pain, Robb saw tears streaking her dirt ridden face.

Dayne was at his side now and helped Robb drag Arya down off the horse and to the floor. Arya cried out loudly when her leg hit the floor.

Suddenly, before Robb could stop her, Arya had reached her left arm out and smacked Dayne stingingly across the face. He stepped back in shock, holding one palm up to his red-tinged face. Robb crouched down next to her and held her hand. She squeezed his own hand painfully.

“I told you to get away,” Arya was sobbing and clenching at her knee, toward her ankle, with her right hand. Several of the cuts on her face were bleeding freely, her blood mingling with the salt of her tears and running down her face. “I needed the space to sit up and grab the reins.” She cried out again when she moved her own leg accidentally by shifting where she lay.

“I’m sorry, m’la-.”

“What’s going on?” To his credit, Aegon’s voice was genuinely worried.

“You!” Arya snarled through tears. Though it caused her great pain, Arya wrenched her hand out of Robb’s, reached over her shoulder and nocked an arrow to her bow, quicker than Robb could stop her.

Aegon’s mouth was an ‘o’ of surprise, and he lifted his hands slowly in surrender. Thankfully, he’d left the dragon far behind, else they might all be charred by now.

“What made you think,” Arya said through clenched teeth, “it was a good idea to bring a dragon down on horses?”

“Arya,” Robb said carefully in a low voice. “That’s your prince you’re aiming at. The king wouldn’t be pleased to know it.”

“Jon would do the same,” Arya argued with a glare, but she lowered the bow all the same.

Robb couldn’t say she was wrong.

“I thought you were supposed to be clever.” Arya told Aegon coldly, then looked away as if neither Dayne nor Aegon had ever been there.

“We have to get you back to Maester Luwin, Arya,” Robb urged.

Arya’s eyes were closed now, and fresh tears, from pain more than anything, came pouring from her eyes. She nodded slightly, but when they tried to lift her, so she could ride on Robb’s horse with him, she cried out and clung to the ground.

Robb stared down at her worriedly. “Is it broken or…” He looked anxiously at Jory.

“-dree.” Arya cried incoherently.

Robb crouched quickly down next to his sister, putting an arm comfortingly around her shoulders. “What was that, love?” He grasped her hand again, letting her squeeze it painfully.

“Gendry.” She pleaded. “I want Gendry.” Arya’s face was pale, her teeth clamped down hard, her jaw set.

Robb’s heart stuttered. He kept her hand clasped and stood, looking out across the fields for the smith. How far had he been? Would he have heard the commotion?

“Where’s Gendry?” Arya squeezed Robb’s hand ever harder.

Robb’s brow furrowed and he took a knee again by his sister. “He’s not here, love, and we have to get you back to the castle. It’s going to hurt like hell, but you just squeeze my hand as hard as you have to. Maester Luwin will have milk of the poppy for you as soon as we get there, and all the pain will go away.” Robb tried to comfort her, but knew somehow, it was not enough.

Arya leaned into Robb, but she shook her head. “Gendry.” She repeated. “I need Gendry.”

Suddenly, a racket of noise exploded from deep within the woods behind them. Jory and his men began to unsheathe their swords, but soon three large direwolves were darting out of the thicket. Then, thankfully, Robb saw two more riders barreling through the trees, one his little brother, the other the smith.

Gendry’s eyes were surprised at the sight of them at first, then fearful when he caught sight of Arya cradled in Robb’s arms. The smith was off the horse before it had even stopped galloping; the horse ran off on its own, stopping nearer the middle of the field to graze.

The smith, meanwhile, landed heavily, but was not deterred. He rushed to Arya’s right side and when she saw him, she sighed his name in relief. Robb felt her leave his grasp and curl into Gendry’s.

When he spoke, Gendry’s voice scorched. “What happened?” Gendry held Arya’s head to his chest and his fingers trickled lightly down her leg toward her ankle.

In a low voice, Robb quickly explained why and how Arya had been dragged through an acre or two of land. Without moving, which would have made Arya uncomfortable from pain, Gendry looked up at both the prince and the lord of Starfall with a look that told them he would kill them both if he could. His blue eyes looked afire with fury, and his mouth twitched in anger.

Then Gendry looked back down at the girl in his arms, and his eyes softened. He used the back of his hand to wipe blood that was trickling down Arya’s forehead and towards her eyes.

“You’ll be alright,” he promised her.

“Stupid bull,” Arya muttered into the smith’s jerkin. “Where have you been?”

Gendry chuckled, stroking Arya’s hair. “I leave you alone for five minutes and you go and get yourself nearly killed.”

“My lord,” Jory Cassel spoke, “we should get my lady back to the castle.”

Gendry looked startled when he realized Jory was speaking to him and not Robb. “Can I pick you up?” He asked Arya softly.

Hesitantly, Arya nodded her head.

“Fear cuts deeper than swords,” Gendry murmured softly into her hair. Arya’s lips, previously twisted in pain, tilted into a weak smile.

From beyond, Aegon called out, “I can take her back on Viserion. It’s the quickest way.”

Both Arya and Gendry ignored him, though Robb sent him an appreciative smile.

“If he speaks one more time-.” Arya started.

Gendry silenced her with a kiss to the top of her head. “What will it be, m’lady, dragon or horse?”

“A bull.” She grunted in pain, as he began to lift her up. Robb gently adjusted her leg in Gendry’s arms so it would be more comfortable.

Gendry chuckled. “Dragon it is.”

“Not with him,” Arya moaned into Gendry’s neck.

“Viserion.” Gendry called loudly.

Across the way, the prince flinched. He didn’t like it when Gendry addressed his dragon directly. Nor when Gendry rode either of the other dragons. Nor indeed that all three dragons had taken easily to Gendry and had developed a fondness for him that hardly any others inspired in their reptilian hearts.

A gust of wind blew across them as Viserion floated down from above to land in their midst. The horses all about reared, and Jory and the others struggled to keep them under control. Carrying Arya, Gendry walked gingerly toward the dragon. Aegon appeared at the smith’s side.

“If you hand her up to me, I can-.”

“Gendry’s taking me.” Arya snapped, her voice muffled from where she hid her face in the gap between Gendry’s neck and shoulder.

“As m’lady commands, coz.” Gendry shrugged nonchalantly at Aegon who only had a defeated set of eyes for the woman in the smith’s arms. Though he referred to Aegon as his cousin only to annoy him, there was truth to it, as they were distantly related through Gendry’s great grandmother.

Viserion, who seemed to understand Arya’s precarious condition, crouched low to the ground. With Robb’s help, Gendry clambered over Viserion’s wing and settled Arya into Aegon’s saddle. Robb and Gendry secured Arya’s leg against Viserion’s side so it wouldn’t shift while up in the air. Gendry settled into the saddle behind her and wrapped one arm around her.

As Robb turned to go, Arya grasped his hand tightly. “No.” She mumbled. “You too, Robb. Please.”

Robb was surprised at the plea, though it also warmed him to know his sister still needed him sometimes. “Of course, little one.”

Robb glanced at Gendry who blinked a smile at him. “It’ll be safer to have you in front, so she don’t move around a lot too.” Gendry agreed.

Robb gave orders for Jory and the other men to take his, Arya’s and Gendry’s horses back to Winterfell with them. He argued for a few moments with Rickon who wanted to ride with them desperately and refused to get back on his horse until he could; it wasn’t until Aegon promised to take Rickon flying on Viserion once they got back that the younger boy sullenly agreed to get back on his horse, though Shaggydog’s hackles were raised by then.

Robb once more ensured that Arya and her smith were secure in the saddle before picking up the dragon’s heavy reins.

Sōvēs.” Gendry uttered from behind. The Valyrian word for fly, Robb knew. He’d seen both Jon and Dany fly often enough to remember.

Soon they were soaring, and Robb could see the towers of Winterfell’s castle in the close distance. His belly swooped when he looked down, Viserion’s wings jarring him as the dragon turned toward the castle. His sister’s small hands gripped the top of his cloak. Robb reached one hand up to his shoulder and covered her warm hand with his.

Soon, they were landing in the castle courtyard. Robb helped Gendry lift Arya from the saddle, gingerly so as not to jostle her leg. Even then, she flinched and cursed several times. Finally, they made it up to Maester Luwin’s tower where the maester tutted at them and muttered under his breath about Arya’s recklessness.

Robb clapped the maester on the back. “No more reckless than Jon and me at her age.”

Maester Luwin scoffed. “Much more.” As he gathered herbs to make a poultice for the pain, he went on to recount the last several times, all in the past week, that he’d healed Arya in some way.

Across the room, Gendry was slowly coaxing Arya into drinking the small cup of milk of the poppy Luwin had thrust into his hands. Robb helped the maester gather what he needed, helped him grind the herbs into the paste. Now Gendry was using a cool, wet cloth to wipe the dirt and blood from Arya’s face. She was smiling somewhat now, if still a bit pained.

Only moments later, Luwin was shooing both Gendry and Robb out of his chambers. He gave them two large bowls to fill with the snow that refused to melt outside of the castle gates.

Robb followed Gendry down the tower steps, both of them taking the stairs two at a time in the rush to get the ice to soothe Arya’s ankle.

As they walked side-by-side across the courtyard, Robb glanced at Gendry only to see him looking uncertain, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

“She’ll be alright.” Robb assured him.

Gendry glanced Robb’s way as if surprised he’d said anything. “Thank you.” His voice was gruff when he spoke.

It was Robb’s turn to be surprised. “For what?” He blurted.

“I mean…” With the hand that was not holding the bowl, Gendry clutched the back of his neck almost nervously. “For saving her. You stopped her horse.”

Robb almost bit back that of course he’d saved her, she was his little sister, but knew Gendry hadn’t meant it that way. Gendry also looked incredibly pained when he said, “She could have been killed.”

Robb felt pity for the haunted look in Gendry’s eyes. “Aye, but it’d take a lot more than a stupid Dornishman and a dragon to finish her off.”

Gendry couldn’t help but chuckle. “I hope so.” He responded, but his eyes darkened again. “I should have been there. She should’ve known better than to race a horse she’s never ridden before.”

Robb silently agreed on that last point, but out loud, he said. “It’s not your fault, Gendry. Once she puts her mind to something, it’s impossible to talk her out of it.”

As they crossed over the moat and towards the forest, a handful of his father’s guards shadowed them. Under his father’s orders, none of the Starks were to leave the castle grounds without protection.

Gendry had that stubborn look on his face that he got when Arya was arguing with him about something particularly stupid. “It’s still my fault.” His face was twisted almost in confusion. He hesitated before saying, “If I hadn’t waited this long to ask for her hand…” He glanced sideways at Robb almost worriedly as he spoke. “These bloody buggers would have cleared off by now.”

Robb snorted with laughter. Gendry joined in.

Using the cups Luwin had given them along with the bowls, Gendry and Robb shoveled snow into the bowls silently for a few moments.

Robb thought hard before he spoke. “Is it marriage for a certainty then?”

Gendry got that pained look again. “If she’ll have me.” The smith paused in his shoveling, hesitating again before speaking. “I wanted everyone’s blessing first…”

Robb blinked at him, as he packed the snow down into the bowl so he could fit more.

Gendry spoke again before he could. “I mean, I’d ask your father first, but…what I mean to say is…I’d want all of your blessings. I think it would mean a lot to her.” Gendry finally looked away, scooping more snow into his cup.

Robb looked away too. He was conflicted, one part happy for his sister and the smith, another part apprehensive. “Will you move her to Storm’s End with you?” He said suddenly. Though it had been a few years now, it still felt as if he’d only just gotten his sister back.

Gendry gawked at him. “St- Storm’s End?” Gendry looked genuinely concerned now. “Will your father make us go there if we marry?”

“Of course not.” Robb now felt one part confused, one part amused and another part relieved. He laughed. “Don’t you want to claim your land?”

Gendry shook his head vehemently. “It’s Edric who knows the land, the castle and the people, not me. It should go to him. If he ever comes back.” Gendry looked apprehensive now as they stood to deliver the snow back to Luwin. “I’d go if Arya wanted to, but she never would. The North is her home. I could never take that away from her. Not for a whole kingdom.”

Robb smiled brightly. It had been the right thing to say. “Well, then, Gendry. You have my blessing.” Robb paused, unsure if he should go on. Then, “You’re a good man, Gendry. I’m glad my sister found you.”

Gendry looked self-conscious. “And I, her.”

Robb grinned sideways at the smith. “When will you ask her?”

“Tonight, if it means the bloody prince and Dayne will leave right away.”

They shared a laugh as said prince and lord trotted up the Kingsroad towards them and the castle, both looking the worse for wear and completely downtrodden.

“What are you two smiling about?” Arya asked suspiciously when they re-entered the maester’s chambers, snow in hand.

“At the beating you’re going to give those two idiots later when you’re better,” Robb said, making Gendry and Arya laugh. Even the maester cracked a smile as he scattered snow delicately over Arya’s ankle so as to bring down the swelling.

“Who says I’m going to wait?” Arya growled.

They laughed again, but Gendry said, “I do,” as he smoothed her hair back away from her face and took her hand in his, hoping to distract her from the pain Luwin was causing by probing her ankle.

As Robb went to inform his mother of Arya’s injury, he watched the two interact. Arya’s eyes softened almost every time she looked at the smith, unless he was the cause of her ire. And the smith, in kind, looked at the girl as if she was the only thing that existed. Yes, Robb was glad Gendry had come into her life. He wondered if he should warn the rest of his family the smith would be visiting them very soon with a surprising request. No, he smiled, he’d let them find out on their own.

Wedded Bliss

Originally posted by iheartgot

Summary - “Are you tired? Here I’ll carry you the rest of the way”, It’s been a long day…let’s take a bath together.” 

Pairing - Robb Stark X Female Reader

Word Count -  790

Requested by - Anon 

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You had just been wedded off to Lord Eddard Stark’s son. Your Father hadn’t been particularly bothered about the wedding side of things all he cared about that he had guaranteed the protection and allegiance with the Starks. He had insisted that you and Eddard’s son, Robb had wedded within the comforts of your land and then you would leave and consummate the marriage in Winterfell. Honestly, your Father’s actions had made you feel degraded and unwanted. Was this the only reason your Father had been glad to have a daughter. Your Mother wept as you left on horseback, you vowed to her that you would write to her at every available moment. You waved until both of your parents went out of your sight. You were going to miss your Mother full heartedly, your Father maybe not as much as you originally thought you would. 

As you rode on horseback with your new husband Robb beside you, you were beginning to get really tired of sitting and not doing anything. Plus you were frustrated with your Father, you slowed down your house gently as you dismounted the house as you took his reigns and began to walk with him, you knew people were shocked when you got off the horse but you didn’t care, what they thought. While you walked, encouraging the horse to go further, Robb looked at you quizzically, never had he witnessed a highborn lady get off of her horse and walk beside it before. Robb’s new wife was already fascinating him. Deciding to break the silence between you both, he dismounted his horse. Ned watched his oldest son from afar, pride as Robb began to take his steps into making his new wife feel comfortable. Ned had made many mistakes in his life but he knew that he had raised his eldest son right.

Robb adjusted his side so he was walking beside you. The silence was awkward between you. 

“You know I was horrified when my Father said he had chosen me a wife. When we travelled many miles I tried to vision what you looked like, I could have never pictured such a beautiful woman such as yourself?” Robb’s compliment caught your attention, as you smiled. 

“Thank you My Lord.” You replied politely, more focused on your footing more than anything, the last thing you wanted was to make yourself look a fool in front of your new husband.

“Please Y/N, there’s no need for formalities we are wed now please call me Robb.” You sent Robb a smile before removing a stray hair from your face. Robb decided to test the waters with his new wife. Most men would be eager to take their new wife as soon as possible, but Robb didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, he slowly entwined your fingers together, you looked down smiling bashfully. You liked the way Robb’s hand felt in yours. 


  Winterfell was almost in sight, your feet were aching desperately wanting rest, yet your laughter broke through the woods. As time passed you had really warmed up to Robb. Robb had his arm wrapped around you tightly as the weather had been getting consequently colder. 

“Are you getting tired?Here I’ll carry you the rest of the way” Robb asked, while you were tired you couldn’t ask Robb to carry you the rest of the way. There was still some distance to travel.

“Thank you for asking but I assure you I am fine” Robb had originally asked you out of pure politeness but in reality, he desired to carry the rest of the way so he could carry you over into Winterfell. 

“Dear wife, I wasn’t asking for permission, I was merely being polite.” Robb picked you up bridal style as he began walking the rest of the way. You tried to protest, telling him to put you down. Robb refused, eventually, you gave up silently enjoying the closeness between you both. 


After being introduced to the rest of the Starks, Caitlyn insisted that you go ahead to you and Robbs room to consummate the marriage between you both. Robb dropped your luggage onto the ground as you looked around his room. It was pretty warm, thick furs laid around the room.

“It’s been a long day…let’s take a bath together” Robb approached you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Are we not supposed to consummate the marriage?” You replied as Robb kissed your exposed neck.

“We have plenty of time for that but for now, let’s relax my beautiful wife,” Robb ordered for a bath and some warm water. Both of you still reevaluating that you were now husband and wife. You hoped that this would be the beginning of wedded bliss…

By the warmth of the fire

Request: Hey, I was wonder if you could do a Robb stark imagine where the reader and Robb are married and trying for a baby and Jon interrupt and can I also be smut? Thank you love


Words: 1,605


Warnings: unprotected sex (shame,shame). Like,I’m not good with these things.


Robb Stark x Reader



Your back was against the cold corridor wall before you even had a chance to comprehend what was happening. The warm body that was pressing into your front relieved a bit of the chill from the wall. As soon as Robb’s lips were on yours,your mind was immediately relived of the thought of the biting cold seeping in though your clothes from the window a few meters away from you. His lips moved against your in a passionate kiss,his tongue tracing your bottom lip before his teeth sank into it,drawing a quiet moan from your lips. Robb’s hands greedily ran over your body,trying to reach anything he could as quickly as possible. With your legs wrapped around his waist,giving your short frame a fair amount of leverage,your fingers found home in his unruly curls,the sensation of them tugging on his hair causing a low growl to rumble in his chest. It was only when the need for air became too much did you pull away. But Robb did not stop. Instead,his lips moved down along your jawline and to your neck,his teeth immediately sinking into the flesh before his tongue came out to sooth the sting of the bite. 

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Drabble request from @vanna-rps for

13. “My weakness is you.”
30. Attending a wedding together
48. “Oh god, what did we do last night?”

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Robb Stark X Reader
A/N:
 This one got a wee bit smutty ;) also Rhae is pronounced like Rey. With Love, Kat
Warnings: smut, drinking, mentions of drunk sex

Words: 1128 (lol sorry not sorry, you’ll see why)

“Lady Y/N! You need to get dressed, you will be leaving soon!” the septa yelled out for you as you groaned and reluctantly rolled out of bed. Calling your servant girl Rhae to help you do your hair while you pulled on your dress, you groaned at the sight of yourself.
“Rhae, do I look stupid?” you asked, looking yourself up and down and turning in the mirror.
“Lady Y/N, you look beautiful” she said, making eye contact with you in the mirror, “He’s going to fall head over heels for you.” She said with a wink.
“Oh please Rhae, Robb and I are just friends” you scoffed.
She gave you a disapproving look and simply said “Yes milady,” as she put the final touches on your braid. You walked over to the desk by your window and grabbed the necklace that Robb gave you when you two were kids, it was your favorite piece of jewelry. He gave it to you and called you an “honorary Stark”, the necklace was the Stark house sigil. It was a pendant shaped like an oval, with a beautifully carved direwolf head on it.

You and Robb were attending the royal wedding arm-in-arm tonight, as he insisted he needed a date. When you asked why none of his other siblings required dates, he made a lame excuse and changed the subject. You didn’t mind, you were happy to attend with Robb because normally you wouldn’t be invited to such an event, but since Robb’s sister Sansa was marrying King Joffrey, the Starks were guests.

As you descended down the large, stone staircase, Robb was waiting for you at the bottom, one hand outstretched for you to take. He looked incredible. His beard was neatly trimmed, with his dark cloak and signature grey Stark furs you couldn’t help but notice how grown up he looked, how much he looked like an incredibly handsome man.
“My gods…” Robb’s sentence trailed off.
“What?” you asked, suddenly insecure. “Do I look bad?”
“No, no. You… you look incredible, Y/N.” he seemed like he was struggling for words. Hah, you thought to yourself, you made Robb Stark speechless. That was one for the books.

After arriving at the wedding, greeting way too many people, and finally witnessing the ceremony, it was time for the feast. You talked with Sansa about how absolutely gorgeous she looked, laughed with Jon about funny stories from when you were children, agreed with Arya in her argument about how trousers were far more comfortable than dresses, and joked with Theon about how protective Robb had become over the past few years. Theon decided to drunkenly tell you it was because Robb was in love with you, which you didn’t believe for a second. You both were friends since childhood, and while yes he was one of the most stunning men you’d ever seen, you wouldn’t make a move because you knew he loved you like a sister, or so you thought. You and Robb decided to drink some wine with dinner. Well, some wine turned to more wine and before you knew it you and Robb were completely and utterly drunk. Laughing and leaning against one another for support, stumbling ever so slightly, you two decided to get some fresh air. Well, more like just step out into the hallway.
“By the gods, Robb Stark. You know wine is my weakness, why would you let me drink so much?” you asked, laughing and holding a hand to the wall to steady yourself. Robb didn’t answer right away, instead he pushed his chest to yours, trapping you against the wall with his lips dangerously close to yours.
“Well, Lady Y/N, my weakness is you.” He said quite matter-of-factly.

You woke up to the sun shining bright in your eyes with a headache that you were sure could kill a dragon. You were in a bed, presumably in the room you were to sleep in at the castle. Refusing to open your eyes, you groaned and turned so you were on your back and suddenly became very aware of a weight across your waist. Eyes still shut, you moved to feel what it was. It was someone’s arm. Your eyes flew open as you shot up, earning an even louder groan from how badly that hurt your head. Looking over to the other side of the bed, there was your best friend, Robb Stark. He was shirtless. You pulled the blanket down a few inches. Nope, he was naked, and so were you. Robb groaned and opened his eyes as you moved to cover your exposed chest with the blanket.
“Good morning, Lady Y/N” he said, his voice laced with sleep. Gods, even his sleepy voice was sexy.
“Robb.. oh god, what did we do last night?” you asked, hesitation evident in your voice.
He sat up, propping himself on his elbow. “You don’t remember?”

Then it happened, flashes of the night before. It was coming back to you in pieces.
His lips on yours, his hands on your waist pushing you against the castle wall.
His slow, sweet kisses traveling down your neck to the valley of your breasts while you ran your fingers through his curls.
The feeling of him pushing you back onto the bed and crawling on top of you.
His hands on your bare skin, exploring every inch of you.
The feeling of his hot, wet kisses moving down your stomach, over your hip bone, and across your inner thigh.

You pushed the blankets away and looked down at your chest, stomach, and thighs. The bruises; some dark, some faint, telling the story of how Robb kissed you. Marked you as his. Every glance down at the bruises sending more memories rushing into your head. You looked up at Robb, “I only remember pieces” you said, disappointment ringing in your voice.
“Well then, let’s refresh your memory, shall we?” Robb smirked and suddenly he pushed you to lay back and rolled over on top of you. Within seconds, his lips were on yours. The kiss wasn’t how you remembered from last night though. No, this one was full of lust and passion, it was heavy and needy. It was as if Robb couldn’t get enough of your touch. You were going to have to talk about what this made you later, for now, your mind was only on Robb and the amount of pleasure he was giving you.

Little did you know, Robb had marked you as his long ago. There was a reason he was always there, threatening the life of any of your suitors. You were his, you had been this whole time. Ever since he gave you that necklace with the Stark sigil on it.

Leaving My Heart {Robb Stark}

Originally posted by robbsjon

Based on; Imagine being in love with Robb and being terrified when you find out that Joffrey wants to marry you.
Author; Me (alloftheimaginesblog aka bigblueboxwiththemadmaninside)
Notes; Not extremely good but I was in the mood for writing and someone wanted this as a one shot so here we go.
Word Count; 1086

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Impossible

Another Wattpad request :) I do not own Robert Baratheon, any of the Starks or the Lannisters. They belong to George R.R.Martin. 

Warnings: Fluff!

Pairings: Robb Stark x fem!Lannister reader, brief mentions of the Lannisters, Ned, Jon and Catelyn, and Robert Baratheon.

Originally posted by thelovelyrichardmadden

You were so happy to arrive in Winterfell. You’d been traveling for weeks with your family and you’d had enough. Your older brothers were wonderful and, had you been able to ride alongside them, you would have been fine. However, because you were the youngest Lannister daughter, you were forced to ride in the carriage with your sister Cersei and her children. It was no secret that Cersei hated you. You just didn’t know why. Probably because Jaime and Tyrion always took your side in fights with her.

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requested: pregnant with robb’s and seeks refuge at the wall

requested by a wonderful anon: Imagine where reader is heavely pregnant with robb starks child. But before she gives he gets killed at the red wedsing and reader seeks refuge at the wall where jon is to help?

i just cannot make a good title i hate myself lmao

sorry for the wait but i hope you’ll like this ♡♡♡

PART TWO

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Lord Walder Frey received you in his throne room and welcomes you to his Great Hall. Musicians played and sang their instruments and cooks brought in their delicious meals with the some maids to serve. You sat beside Robb Stark, giggling when he rubs your big belly. You look at the newly weds up on the platform, busy with each other and you remembered the day you were married to Robb. You leaned back and looked at him. You caressed his stubbly face, his auburn curls tousled sleekly.

He kissed your hand and leaned back too. “What is it, my Queen?”

“I remembered when we married. It was quiet and it was just the two of us,” you whispered. “I loved every minute of it.”

He leaned in and kissed you dear on your plump lips. “We can recreate it everyday, my love.”

You pecked him at his brow and you stood up. “I’ll be outside to walk around,” you started. He moved his lips to answer back but you quickly interrupted him. “I’ll have ten men with me. Always.”

Robb stood up with you and kissed you softly again. “Be careful,” he said. “And come back.”

You laughed held his hand. “I always do. I love you.”

“And, I love you.”

Lord Frey eyed you carefully as you stood, and you raised your glass to him , which he reciprocated. You nodded at Lady Catelyn, which she smiled back at you and you made your way to door. Guards were the door, and one of them spoke. “Your Grace, I believe you can’t leave.”

A knight pushed his way towards the mere guard. “The Queen wishes to walk outside,” he said. The knight guided you out and waited for the other nine to follow.

“It’s quite chilly, Your Grace,” he spoke to remind you to put your hood on.

“You’re very nice, Ser.”

You started to walk and admire the castle. It’s astonishing to see the Twins at night, with all the little lights the people have lit. The people outside are laughing and also having their supper and that made you smile. You walked further, with two guards beside you. Suddenly, screams bursted and people were running. You searched for where it was coming from, and you saw the Great Hall full of people being stabbed and armored Frey men entering. You saw the familiar auburn hair in the middle staggered and turned. You started to ran when you saw an arrow pierced through his shoulder. He turned and he caught glimpse of you despite of the dark evening. Several men came charging your men and they fought them off. 

“We have to go back!” you screamed, clutching to the knight’s arm. “Please!”

Seven of your men ushered you to a stable and stole horses. They brought the Frey’s banners with them, and rode of into the dark. They led you to a horse and mounted you into one. You all rode off with you turning to see what’s happening. The next thing you saw was that the Great Hall was opened and people cheered. You saw the horrendous image of Grey Wind’s head mounted on Robb’s body and people were cheering and laughing.

You cried and felt your heart break. That was the last thing that you saw of Robb. Your heart ached but it turned cold. Your house trotted forward to be beside your guard. The evening fell darker and the moon gave you the light you need to see. You passed through brothels and inns and went to the woods to avoid the Kingsroad. Your men maid camp in the woods as best as they could and rested. They started a small fire and eventually blew it out. “Where are we going?”

Your trusted knight turned and said. “I believe our King spoke of a brother on the Wall, you’ll be safe there, your Grace.”

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You traveled for weeks, your belly growing larger and your appetite growing large too. You touched your big pregnant belly and whispered to it, “Just a little while longer, my love.” You were handed a piece of a rabbit’s leg and you ate it quietly with the company of your men. They were four already. You helped them when they were wounded, but only four survived. A guard gave you a bow and some sharpened arrows, and you remembered Robb. You accepted it wholly, as a way to protect them also.

“My Queen, should we stop for camp?

You turned to them, your face hard. “Has it gone dark yet? I still see the sun. As long as there’s light we travel.” You called out. “And don’t call me that.”

You gasped at the sight of the big wall made up of solid ice. It stretches farther and the height was intimidating. You saw movements, black little things on top of the wall, and your galloped faster to enter the big wooden door that opened for you and your remaining men.

People stood still, when your armored guards entered and helped you off your horse. You looked around and observed them. People whispered about you and your belly. A blind man with links around his neck erupted from the stairs and looked at where the commotion is.

“Maester,” you spoke loudly. You walked carefully towards and stood until the Maester felt your hands on top of his hands. “Maester.”

“Sweet child,” he breathe out. “I heard you’re carrying a child.”

Words travel quickly, you gave a little laugh and a smile. “That quick?”

He laughed too and guided you inside for warmth and food to offer. Your men followed suit and ate as many as they liked. You ate as much too, since hunger consumed you. Men looked at you incredulous for how you acted, but you didn’t care. “A name, child?”

Y/N,” you started. “Wife of Robb Stark.”

“Robb,” a loud voice erupted and you saw a curly haired man came forward. You looked at him, he looked the same age as Robb and saw some features of him as same as Robb. “Is my brother alright?”

You stood up and he saw your belly. He smiled instantly. You came towards him and smiled. You held the stare longer as his eyes showed happiness. You broke down, “Your brother…”

He held you steady, “Is he alright?”

“He’s dead.” you cried. “We were at the Twins. Lord Frey and his treacherous men murdered the northern men and Lady Catelyn was there. I’m sorry.”

You looked at Jon, “I’m sorry,  Jon. I should’ve protected him. I should have been with him. I’m so sorry.”

“Your Grace,” the Maester stated, “My sincerest apologies. You are welcomed here.”

“My deepest thanks. Please call me Y/N.”

You saw Jon sobbed and he quickly wiped his tears away. He looked at you and said, “You have a place here. For you and your babe.”

“Thank you, Jon.” you spoke softly. “I’m sorry.”

“We both lost Robb, he was my brother and your husband,” he said. “We have to be strong. Especially you.”

You both hugged it out and you rubbed your belly. A part of Robb will live on, and you have to strong, you thought. You looked at Jon and gave him a smile. “Strong. We have to be strong.”

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Betrayal Part 2

Originally posted by besidethewall

Part 1 is here

Part 3 is here


Pairing - Robb Stark X Reader

Wordcount - 2735

Warnings - Swearing, mature themes. 

Author’s Note - Not my gif credit goes to the creator. (Y/F/S/N) - Your first son’s name. (Y/S/S/N) - Your second son’s name. (Y/C/H) - Your color hair There can be a part three to this if you guys want it. 


“Robb I am with child” Talisa screamed at the top of her lungs, Robb looked up from (Y/S/S/N). (Y/N) stood frozen like a block of ice. She is with a child. Robb’s child. Jon burst through the tent opening, (Y/N) remaining completely still, tears silently falling down her face. Jon saw the heartbreak shining in her eyes. 

“What have you done? Brother, do you have any idea to how lucky you are? You have a wife, a queen that worships the ground you walk on, that barred you, two incredible sons, that will one day make great kings who will be remembered throughout time. Is this how you treat your wife and children? By fucking a noble whore. (Y/N) deserves better! You’re a failure of a husband and a father!” Jon wrapped a fur around (Y/N) shoulders before wrapping her in a tight embrace. (Y/N) couldn’t move, frozen in place. Jon’s heart broke at the sight. He called for one of the men, they appeared immediately. 

“Prepare the Queen’s tent. Make sure her bed is prepared as well as the Prince’s” The man left immediately. No matter what Jon tried, (Y/N) wouldn’t respond until Saphire moved to her side rubbing her body against her leg. (Y/N) gripped her fur, when a sound of thundering little feet came ever closer towards the tent. (Y/N) snapped out of her trance, as she hastily wiped her tears away, pulling away from Jon’s embrace. The arrival of (Y/F/S/N) had planted a smile on her face, it seemed genuine, but Jon noticed the pain behind it all. 

“Momma, you never said we were going to see Daddy” (Y/F/S/N) exclaimed, (Y/N) crouched down ruffling her son’s dark brown locks. 

“I told you, you would like the surprise. Why don’t you spend some time with your father, while I go write a letter” (Y/F/S/N) didn’t need to be told twice before running over to his father. (Y/N) refused to look at Robb instead made her way over to Talisa. 

“You are not permitted to be in this tent with my sons present, so leave” (Y/N) walked out of the tent, with Jon following behind her. Sapphire turned, a growl irrupting from her throat, (Y/N) smirking in response to her loyal companion’s hatred for the women. 

As one of the guards lead (Y/N) in the direction of the tent. She noticed Catelyn walking in her direction? Did Catelyn know about Robb’s affair? When Catelyn noticed (Y/N) she looked surprised. 

“(Y/N), my dear. What are you doing here? Your shivering. Let’s get you inside” Catelyn wrapped her arms around the young women, moving her towards the tent that had quickly been put up for the Queen. Even the men thought it was strange that their Queen had her own tent. But they respected their Queen so they never questioned it. As (Y/N) walked into the tent, she found a chair before taking it, moving her head in her hands as sobs surged through her body, unable to control it anymore. Jon crouched beside her immediately, rubbing her back. Catelyn gave Jon a look of disgust, but Jon was too concerned with (Y/N)’s well-being.

“My dear, what is wrong?” Catelyn asked, (Y/N) looked up shaking with emotion. Had Catelyn known? Had Catelyn known about Robb’s affair? 

“Did you know Did you know that Robb was fucking a noble whore” (Y/N) asked completely composed. Jon took (Y/N)’s hand in his rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. 

“You were never supposed to find out. Since you and Robb were children, there was an agreement that you and Robb were to wed. Nobody could have expected you to fall in love. I knew that the information of Robb’s affair, you’d be destroyed” The answer given by Catelyn infuriated (Y/N) 

“So how were you going to explain when Robb came home with a bastard child? You look surprised. Talisa is with a child. My husband’s child. I thought of all people you would understand! Am I not enough? Does Robb not love me. What am I supposed to do?” (Y/N) stood up her heart visibly shattering into a thousand of pieces. Catelyn had never seen (Y/N) look this way. 

“You have to accept it!” Catelyn replied. 

“Like you did so graciously. You never accepted Jon. In fact, you advised me that putting Jon in my counsel would destroy Winterfell. After everything he has done, he’s protected me and your grandchildren.So how do you expect me to accept it” (Y/N) looked at Jon remorsefully, but Jon understood. Rob was lucky he was king otherwise, Robb would be getting a beating right now. 

“(Y/N) it’s something you have to do” Catelyn advised. 

“Get out! Don’t you and dare try and give me advice that you can’t follow yourself” Catelyn agreed, leaving her with Jon alone. Her thoughts full of imagines of Robb and the noble whore together, did Robb not love her anymore? 

“It’s going to be okay (Y/N) Your get through this. I’ll help you, whatever you need” Jon wrapped his arms around (Y/N) kissing her forehead, rubbing her back as the tears flooded through her once more. She didn’t want to cry anymore, but she couldn’t help it. 

That night she cried until she fell asleep on Jon’s chest as he whispered soothingly into her ear, running his hand through (Y/C/H). 

But as soon as the sun rose, he was going to have words with his brother. He was going to make sure Robb was aware of truly how special his wife was. 

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