Anonymous requested: “Could you write a ned Stark x reader imagine? One in which Catelyn dies and Ned reluctantly marries one of his bannermen s daughter, who hasn’t married yet because she cannot have children (they somehow know that)”
warnings: mentions of past character death, misogynistic view of women’s worth, the agonizing beginning of a slow burn
{While on my writing spree, I figured three fics in one day was too much, even for me. If you like this, shoot me an ask! Your excitement feeds mine, lets keep this pace going!}
Ned Stark had never expected to marry again. After he’d married and buried Catelyn, the love of his life, he intended to raise their children and expire, to be buried alongside her, and the thought of this was his only comfort on lonely nights. A year passed, and then another, and the wound began to slowly stitch itself shut, Winterfell returning to some semblance of normal as the grief gave way for distant pain.
They hadn’t forgotten her, by any means, but for the sake of maintaining their lives, they learned to function without her.
The patriarch of another northern family had come to visit, bringing his own share of woes to explain to Ned in great detail over a great deal of wine.
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.
You looked up at her from the ground, panting, forehead slicked with sweat, feeling the aching and burning of your muscles as Brienne smiled and turned away, ending your lessons in combat as normal, with you lying on your back, wiped out.
“Better luck tomorrow, Lady Y/N.”
“I bet I could beat you, if I really tried.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “Really? Should we give it another go, then?”
After considering the bruises you were already going to sport tomorrow, you reconsidered. “On second thought, I’ll give you a pass for today.”
Warnings! Tobacco use, and some sexual content, harsh language!
After
Your mouth set in a hard line. “Drogo…” You warned, realization slowly dawning as his words sunk in. “Don’t open this door.”
He showed no recognition of your words, his eyes drifting towards the wall formerly adorned with photos of the two of you. “They’re not gone, you know.” He stated flatly, devil-may-care glowing in his eyes. “None of it is.”
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