Holding a hand over your mouth to muffle your breathing, you peered out from behind the tree, seeing Robb slowly patrolling the forest, calling out after you.
“Y/N? I know you’re in here somewhere, and I know these woods better than you. I’ll find you, it’s only a matter of time. I’ll get you back for this morning!”
This morning, you’d awoken your lover with a pail of freezing water, rushing out of the room and fleeing into the woods to avoid his wrath, however harmless it could be.
He chased you to the Weirwood, but you managed to hide in between some of the trees, and had remained hidden for the better part of an hour, heart pounding against your chest. You could hear his footsteps cracking on branches and snow, growing closer by the second. In a last ditch effort, you sprung out from behind your tree, intending to dart across the clearing, but finding his arms around your waist in an instant.
Holding you tightly, and resisting your struggles, he laughed lowly in your ear. “You didn’t think I’d catch you?”
Still thrashing in his arms, you pounded futilely on his arms, demanding he release you, a wide and carefree smile on your face.
His fingers began to trace your waist, watching you erupt into uncontrollable laughter as he caressed your weak spots, tickling you into submission. “This’ll serve as a reminder when you want to wake me in future days!” He teased, feeling you shudder and twist in his arms.
“No! I surrender! Leave me be!” You pleaded, in between strings of laughter, tears building at the corners of your eyes. “Have you no mercy?”
Even when his vengeance was completed, he still held you in his arms, glad to be with you, even when you indulged in your more devious pastimes.
Your apartment in the aftermath of an argument with Robb was always a disaster area. Things strewn about, slammed doors, and messy or torn clothing. Tonight was meant to be dinner with his parents, and a disagreement had emerged over the length of your skirt, which had ended in his tearing of your dress, which had led to you storming off and locking yourself in the bathroom you shared.
You could hear his footsteps approaching the door. “Y/N…” he knocked twice. “We need to go if we’re going to beat traffic.”
You sniffled, wiping your nose, and smearing your makeup further. “I’m not going.” You spoke with determination, though your voice wavered slightly as you spoke.
“Don’t be a pain, we told them we’d meet them at the restaurant.” Your silence had him knocking again a few seconds later. “Y/N…”
“We’re not going until you apologize!” You demanded, throwing one of your heels against the door, vision blurred with tears. “You ruined my dress! You accused me of sleeping around! If you’re so ashamed to be with me, you can go by yourself!”
He sighed, twisting the knob again, letting his shoulders droop as he lowered his voice. “I just want them to like you. My family, they mean a lot to me, and after the last few girlfriends, they might think you’re just another fling, and I don’t want that.” He felt partially hopeful as he heard your pensive silence on the other side of the door. “Can you forgive me? I’ll help you pick out another dress.”
Slowly, very slowly, you approached the door, twisting the lock and leaning out into the hallway, staring at him with reddened eyes. “From now on, I wear what I want. They either like me or they don’t, I won’t pretend to be someone else for them.”
Excited at the prospect of moving past this, Robb agreed to your conditions wholeheartedly.
Robb’s back was resting against the lip of your bathtub, wringing his hands to keep from grabbing the small piece of plastic that determined whether or not you were starting a family together.
You were sitting on top of the toilet seat, resting your chin on your fist and rocking back and forth on your heels. The waiting was undoubtedly the worst part.
His phone chimed with a small rhythmic alarm, and his hand flew for the pregnancy test, but stopped just short. He glanced up at you with a nervous smile. “Do you want to look?”
Licking your lips, you reached down to grab the test, and glanced at the indicator, processing the positive result displayed on the small white screen. You glanced up at Robb, your eyes beginning to water, as you quietly remarked: “I think I’m pregnant.”
Robb felt a burst of elation in his chest, and he quickly pulled you to your feet and into his arms, engulfing you in an embrace. The moment was too perfect for words, but he buried his nose in your hair, and held you close, the way he intended to for the rest of his life.
{This is one of my favorite series to write at the moment, and since I’m flowing with inspiration at the moment, here’s part three.}
You could feel the tangle of his limbs with yours, and a slight nausea tickling the back of your throat as you rested in the shadow of your ‘reunion’.
Robb had proven a more than able lover, no different than the last time you’d laid together. His arms were snug around your waist as he kissed up your shoulder.
You felt unnerved at how easily he’d grown to trust you, forgetting weeks of torment and misery the moment you’d implied that you had any meaning behind your actions. It was easy being married to him, as easy as breathing, because he so badly wanted you to harmonize with him, he bent over backwards to achieve his intended bliss. In the afterglow, you had difficulty finding your words, but he was quicker to recover.
{As I was sifting through the mountain of requests that remain, I realized I’d hit a string of Robbs, so apologies if my blog seems a little Robb-centric as I finish up some older requests. The sequel to this has been long requested, so here it is!}
The indifference between the King and Queen of the North was palatable, and uncomfortable for all other parties involved in their extended lover’s spat. He treated you as a token of your father’s loyalty, one that even his tender heart exploited. You publicly questioned his decisions and ability as a leader, which was equally as damaging to his reputation.
The most recent example of this proverbial winter was a meeting of banner-men, during which, you were asked to leave, a first since your union months ago.
You lifted a brow and glanced briefly towards the men watching your reaction, including your father, and back to Robb. “What are you doing?”
He barely looked up from his maps, his posture stiff and unflinching. “I asked you to leave, Y/N. You have no business in our military proceedings.”
[Thanks for the request! Brief strong language warning. Hope you enjoy!]
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Her sneer was unimaginably cold, and she glared at her father across the table. “What… strategy is this?” Her meal sat abandoned in front of her. “You would make me a hostage, a token of your submission? Marry me to some Stark brat?” She was more Bolton than she knew.
Anonymous requested: “I wonder if you could whip up another Robb Stark x Male Reader with smut please. Something along the lines of a royal visitor arrives at Winterfell with whom Robb is extremely taken with, the visitor likewise and they sneak off in the dead of night to do the deed.”
warnings: sexual thoughts and actions, sexual teasing and descriptions
You’d always had a weakness for the pretty ones. The first sons of Lords who had a veritable endless inheritance, but would bet it all on a single night of unfamiliar pleasure. It’d become a game for you. A few words, followed by a few glances, and if everything turned out well…
You were one of the lesser Tyrell cousins, little to inherit and even less expected of you, so you experienced a certain degree of freedom unusual for men of your standing. You’d begun a grand tour of Westeros, starting in King’s Landing and drifting through several other cities, before finding yourself in the temperate (to put it lightly) North.
The Stark family had treated you kindly, and invited you to stay as long as you’d like, and with their vision of an eldest son, you planned to be abusing their hospitality for a few weeks longer.
@andtheytoldustotellyouhello requested “Could I request a Robb x lannister!reader where they get married before the show/serious starts and how they react to the king’s visit to winterfell?”
[Warning: Some references to sex]
[I’m struggling a bit with writing the sequel to Pride, so I might post a few one shots while I’m feeling inspired. Requests are still open, and totally encouraged!]
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His fingers traced over the exposed skin of her shoulders, his lips pressing light kisses to her neck.
Y/N shifted slightly in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open, and she spared him a small smile, usually reserved just for her Stark husband. Pressing her face against his chest, she drew deep breaths, sunlight streaming in through the open window.
Anonymous requested; “The Reader is the trueborn daughter of Robert and Cersei. She is betrothed to Robb at a young age and is sent to Winterfell soon after. She grows up beside her future husband and both are utterly in love. They get… physical a few years before they are supposed to marry and the reader falls pregnant. How do the families react?”
Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of pre-marital sex,
You’d loved Robb since you were a child. You’d loved him since the day he confronted you in the courtyard of Winterfell, thrusted three winter-roses into your hands and pressing an painfully awkward kiss to your cheek before scurrying back to Theon- red in the face.
The thorns had been digging into your palms, but all you could do was stare after him, floored.
It was a few months before you had garnered the courage to return the sentiment. A girl of three and ten, you weren’t yet inventive, but you’d caught him staring enough times to know that his feelings had not yet faded.
@andtheytoldustotellyouhello requested “Could I request a Robb x lannister!reader where they get married before the show/serious starts and how they react to the king’s visit to winterfell?”
[Warning: Some references to sex]
[I’m struggling a bit with writing the sequel to Pride, so I might post a few one shots while I’m feeling inspired. Requests are still open, and totally encouraged!]
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His fingers traced over the exposed skin of her shoulders, his lips pressing light kisses to her neck.
Y/N shifted slightly in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open, and she spared him a small smile, usually reserved just for her Stark husband. Pressing her face against his chest, she drew deep breaths, sunlight streaming in through the open window.
andtheytoldustotellyouhello 