[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.
You’d been bickering with Robb since the day you met him. Always small trivial things, blown way out of proportion. A side-mouthed comment, something callous and crass usually did the trick of setting you off.
Initially, it had just been children being children, arguing for the sake of argument. But when you two grew out of adolescence, childhood anger faded away and repressed attraction began to rule Robb’s life. Suddenly, you weren’t the sweet girl with round cheeks who he liked to tease. Now you were beautiful, and other boys began to take notice. Theon flirted with you relentlessly, as did a few other boys from Wintertown. Suddenly, Robb didn’t have you to himself anymore, and it annoyed him to no end. So, he did the logical thing.
He became even more of a prat in an attempt to once again capture your attention.
Alternatively, you’d been rather busy politely refusing the advances of a few very brazen boys who’d begun a quest for your attention, all while the boy who’s attention you actually craved ignored you completely. When he did speak to you, he was cruel and teasing, and more than once you’d been brought to tears. The things he said didn’t affect you as much as the anger in his expression, the coolness of his tone. You’d fooled yourself into believing Robb harbored no feelings for you.
Robb grip on your wrist was almost bruising, dragging you away from some poor son of blacksmith who’d finally worked up the courage to flirt with you.
Your ears rung as you poured over the things he’d said. No sooner had the boy tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear than Robb had stormed over and laid into the boy with a series of angry exclamations before finally turning his back and taking you with him.
Anger reared within you. How dare he treat you so cruelly and punish those who treated you with kindness? Grinding to a halt, you pulled back on his hand, planting your feet and forcing him to a stop. “You need to apologize.”
Robb scoffed, hiding the hurt that lurked beneath the anger in his eyes. Jealousy had overtaken him, seeing you with another man had sent him into action, which he now regretted, knowing it would only lead into another round of questions from you. “I don’t need to do anything.”
“Robb Stark, I have never seen you act like this. Are you a child? If you have some issue with me, I’d be glad to sort it out, but you are not allowed to berate those I keep in my company-”
He chuckled sparsely. “Why do you think you’re entitled enough to tell me what to do?” He couldn’t stop himself. There was something about the way yours eyes flashed when he angered you, something addictive.
“Why?” You parroted, staring back at him in a stunned awe. “I’ve known you since we were children Robb. I was there when you lifted your first sword, when you won your first fight, when you kissed your first maiden.” You sounded off, expression rippling as you worked yourself up. “Why do I get to tell you what to do? Because I love you, you bastard!” Your fists clenched by your sides, you finally caught sight of Robb’s expression.
He was shell-shocked, completely silent and staring with a slack jaw.
Your nerve began to give way and regret flooded your veins. You began to backtrack. “Robb, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
He surged forward, smashing his lips to yours and holding you firmly in his arms, one hand on each of your biceps. The kiss was raw and fiery, the result of too many years of holding back. When he finally pulled back, he laughed. “I should listen to you more often.”
this actually more of a Robb x Reader, but for the sake of continuity… sibling incest warning!
Robb traced the edge of the table tersely, casting a hesitant glance over to his wife. He fidgeted for a few more seconds before finally speaking. “Y/N? Do you trust me?” There was something frightening about just how quiet his voice had become.
This made her pause, glancing up from her needlework. “What is this about?”
Robb flexed his fingers, tactfully meeting her gaze, and holding his ground. “When do you want to make the announcement about the birth?” He asked plainly, aptly ignoring her question.
Y/N cleared her throat before she responded, keeping a tenuous appearance of calm. “In a few months, when we’re sure the child will survive infancy.” She resumed her needlework, keeping her expressions neutral.
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