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Theonsa & Robbaery + couple board game night,

1278 words (i got a little bit carried away for a drabble)

The Stark family were as thick as thieves. A day wouldn't go by when there wasn't at least one stark family member popping up and commandeering their house. They would, of course, see each other at the ‘stark family Sunday brunch’, Margaery always liked to tease that the only thing separating them from the Brady bunch was better hair.

Arya would come over for breakfast and steal their cereal (Margaery had now taken to buying four boxes of coco pops just to keep up with demand), he would find Jon crashing on his couch after a night of broody drinking, Theon was much the same but he wouldn't start quoting Edgar Allan Poe while piss drunk.

Though, hearing Jon shout “Quoth the Raven ‘Nevermore’” while squawking as a bird did make for good blackmail material it was still fairly annoying at three am.

Rickon would turn up to take over his x-box or switch with Lyanna Mormont while Bran would come over and gossip.

Nobody knew how he was always the first to find out everything, he even knew that Margaery was pregnant before she did. It made for quite an awkward Sunday brunch as his wife had made herself a mimosa when bran from the far side of the table ominously said “I wouldn't do that if I were you… it's not good for the baby.”

Margaery was still a bit peeved about it, and since she can’t do her usual cocktail parties she had taken to having game night- which Bran was notably absent for(she didn't want him to reveal the babies gender and she wasn't taking any chances).

Which brings them to now.

Theon, Sansa, Arya, Gendry and Jon had been invited over for a few games of UNO, and monopoly.

His wife was rushing about the house cleaning and setting up their living room with bowls of salsa, crisps, and for some reason a wide assortment of pies and lemon cakes.

“Honey, why are you fluttering about? We're only having the usual over we’re not expecting the queen.” he put his arms around her from behind, with his head resting on hers and his hands cradling her bump.

She melted into his arms and released a sigh, “Everything needs to be perfect for tonight, ive decided that Sansa and theon have to realise their head over heels for each other. I love Sansa but if I hear her wistfully sigh over Theon one more time I will lock them in a cupboard.” she paused making guacamole in thought “that's actually not a half-bad plan, do you think the pantry would do?”

Reaching for her hand he spun her around to face him. Her gorgeous brown curls were in a haphazard bun with wisps framing her face, she had traces of flour decorating her cheeks and Robb felt unbelievably lucky to have her in his life.

“I don't think it's your best matchmaking idea love.”

Nodding, she added, “No. my best was obviously Gendry and Arya but continue.”

“Well, I was going to say you and me but okay. I’ve seen Sansas heartbroken so many times I don't know if I could bear to see my brother in all but name be the cause of that.”

He knew he could trust theon to take care of her, he had grown up with Theon as he grew out of his self-destructive ways and he did have to admit, they did make each other happier. He wasn't gonna be an asshole older brother threatening theon because he knew Arya would do that for him (and would scare theon a lot more than he could).

“That's why tonight we are playing monopoly”

“Huh?”

Margaery's face lit up with a devious smile, “A game that tears families apart-so we know they will be together through thick and thin. And, instead of being frustrated they will only be sexually frustrated”

Ding dong

That’s Sansa. She's the only one who will at least ring the doorbell before barging in.

“Hiya! Are we the first ones to arrive” Sansa came strolling into the kitchen, going over to hug Margaery followed by Arya and Gendry.

Arya hopped up onto the counter, grabbing the bag of Doritos and began digging into the guacamole. He swatted her hands away and shooed her and Gendry into the living room- Arya grumbling the entire time.

He knew Margaery wanted a moment alone with Sansa to mention theon and get the ball rolling.

Arya was happily munching on crisps, with her legs thrown over Gendrys lap. Yeah, he could see why Margaery thought that this was her crowning match.

Jon came in next, sat down promptly on the sofa and started shuffling the Uno cards.

Following him was theon whose first words that came out of his mouth was “wheres Sansa?”. Robb felt his mouth quirk into a self-satisfied smirk this was going to be too easy.

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Three hours, five games of Uno and Two hours into Monopoly things were proving to not be as easy as he presumed.

Arya had been caught out cheating after she flung her arms in the air to celebrate winning and all her cards went flying out from her hoodie.

Margaery had started crying when she had to pick up 12 cards (he argued on her behalf that it was against the rules but gods Jon was ferocious when it came to the rules and since they were playing house rules anything goes).

Gendry gracefully lost 3 out of the 5 games- Jon lost the other 2 and was still sulking), and eventually they were on to monopoly.

All hell broke loose

He found himself accusing his Jon of stealing $200 from his pile that he should still have from passing go. Margaery was sitting pretty (as always) as had almost all of Mayfair and with hotels on all of her properties. Arya coincidentally was cursing her out every chance she got since she was being bled dry by Margaery after landing on her property for six times in a row.

Theon was still probably stuck in jail and Gendry was currently dissecting the rule book like he was back in biology cutting open a frog all to determine how much money Arya owed for landing on Park Place.

The arguing had reached a fever pitch when he finally noticed Margaery's intense stare upon him. Her eyes were wide and with a Chesire grin she looked like the cat that got the cream and he finally realised that Sansa and Theon weren't there.

“I'm going to get more dip” Margaery stood up suddenly and walked out of the living room, making eyes at him so he knew to follow. Nobody else seemed to notice or care as Jon started shouting about what does free parking even mean?!

Walking out into the corridor he found an over the moon Margaery blocking the door to the kitchen.

“You can't go in” he could even hear her smile.

“Why not?”

“Well, she's showing him her community chest if you know what I mean…” giggles were breaking out but she attempted to keep her composure “they're Maryle-boning”.

As much as he supported them dating he was very much not interested in seeing ANY OF THAT, “Oh god I don't want to know. Our food is there!”

Margaery threw her arms over his shoulders and whispered into his ear “I’ll let you stay in my penny lane” and winked at him.

Well, it's not like anyone is going to miss them while they're arguing and proceeded to let Margaery lead him into their room.

It was a good board game night all in all.

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tinywriter2018 · 5 years

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Third Raven

Arya stood next to her sister on the balcony overlooking the practice yard. The two girls had aged since they last saw each other, but to Sansa, Arya will still be her little sister.

“Is that some grey I see?” Arya teased her. Her dark brown hair had some as well. Grey to soon for the both of them, yet still there.

“Ruling is hard and stressful.” Sansa turned away from her sister, watching little Ned practice his archery once more. Arya’s eyes fell on the boy.

“Hes growing taller.”

“He grows more and more like you when you were that age.”

“I hope not. I was a handful. Almost nearly stopped Septa’s heart at least once or twice a day.” Arya smiled. Remembering chasing after Bran and Rickon. “Hes a lot better than what I could have ever done.”

“The cub wants to become a direwolf all too soon. If that’s not a Stark trait I don’t know what is.” Sansa clutched the railing, her mind no longer looking towards the future, just the past haunting her.

“Sansa your his mother.”

“I was his mother because I had to become it. He asks about you almost daily now.”

“What do you tell him?”

“The truth. He has my blood, but I can’t keep lying to him. He will know soon or later.” Sansa watched Jon approach the stairs. His smile wide, seeing Arya after so long. “The truth always finds a way of coming out.” She whispered to her sister before Jon could approach them.

“Sister!” He exclaimed, wrapping her into a hug. Arya stiffened a little before melting into the contact. The ten years away had not treated her as kindly as her brother would have hoped for.

“Jon! The wall seems to be keeping you fit still.”

“Well we still have raiders and bandits up north.”

“No signs of the return of Winters?” Arya felt her stomach twist, the blue eyes she closed still haunt her dreams some nights.

“I believe they have been erased for good his time. At least we can all hope that.”

“Hope is for the weak.” Arya mumbled. They all turned to watch Ned hit the bullseye for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“He’s good with Archery.”

“Says he wants to be able to defeat any opponent before they even have a chance to come near. Though he finds it boring.” Sansa explained. Meera looked up to them, seeing Sansa nod. “Studying is just as important. If you will excuse me.” The two watch Little Ned give Meera his bow, his eyes falling onto Sansa.

“Do I have to?” He called.

“You know better little cub.” She teased. Ned gave her a look before stomping off to the library.

“Doesn’t Maester Wolkan teach him?” Arya called after her. Sansa turned giving her sister a smile.

“We both know the only one smart enough to teach him here, is me.” Jon took a few steps closer to her.

“Sansa we still need to speak.”

“Later. I have things to do. I’m sure Arya and yourself have some catching up to do.” Sansa gave them one last look before making her way to the library.

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Arya entered the godswoods almost like walking back through time. The snow had melted, the pond unfrozen, and the tree’s red leaves draped the face in it’s trunk just how it always had. The last time she remembered seeing the tree like this was back when her father still was alive. When Ned Stark would sharpen Ice under the watchful gaze of the old gods. Her mother kept to the new, yet she seemed to only know the one now. The God of death still haunts her, always waiting like a friend.

She took slow long steps forward, her hand reaching out to the graze the man in the tree. It was here she felt closer to her family then she did with them. The Starks and this godswoods seemed to always go hand and hand.

“Arya?” His voice echoed through her. Her name ringing through her own ears, from a voice she longed to hear at least once more in her lifetime. She turned to look at him. To her, he seemed to be the same blacksmith she left at Kings Landing after the vote for King. Arya went to say something, anything but he held up his hands.

“Wait. I need to...I miss you.” He took a step closer. “I’ve thought long and hard about what you told me here at Winterfell. After I was made a Lord. You were right...about everything. As you always are, but that’s not the point. The point is that you’re not a lady. You’ve never been. Ever since I’ve known you when you pretending, badly I might add, to be a boy, you were never a lady. You were never meant to be in a castle, run a household, that was never in the cards for you. But I what I do know, after thinking about all these years, is that I love you. There will never be another you in my life. No love that I have left would ever find anything to replace that for me. Theres no one else. Theres just...you.” He stood there taking in a deep breath. His eyes darting to the ground, the words he had been dying to say for years fell right out. Arya walks over, placing a hand on his cheek, before kissing him. Their lips met for what he wanted to be ages, but just a few seconds.

“Little Ned is our son.” She whispered to him. Arya left Gendry standing there stunned at the revelation. She didn’t know what to say to him, but the truth. Sansa was always right but everything. The Truth would come out eventually.

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Jon entered into Sansa’s solar before she even knew someone was there. Turning from the window, she looked startled to see him.

“Jon why are-”

“Look, you have been refusing to speak to me, to see me even. The only reason I was brought here is because the Lords want to know if you plain to make Ned your heir apparent or pass it off to another house. That is all. They know a Stark must always rule, but as far as anyone can see there is no other Starks.” Jon defends. The door shuts behind him. Sansa wrapped her arms around herself.

“I can’t answer you Jon. Because I don’t know. A Stark must always be at the head of Winterfell but...Little Ned isn’t ready for it yet. That is too great of Burden to put on a boy no older than Bran was when he fell.”

“Sansa…” Jon took a few steps closer to her. He knew it pained her to see family suffer. It always has.

“I’ve received countless marriage proposals over the years, just so they would have a chance of taking my crown.”

“You are the Queen of the North. You have the means and the support in order to assure you your seat including keeping the Stark name. But I don’t understand why you need another heir when Ned-”

“Isn’t mine.” Sansa took in a deep breath, she felt the tears coming. “He isn’t...he isn’t ours Jon.”

“I just thought-”

“I know what you thought. It’s something I’ve always wanted to believe, but it’s true. He’s Arya’s and Gendry’s son. Ten years ago, Arya snuck back to Winterfell six months after leaving. She was heavily pregnant and wanted him to be raised in her home. He’s already the illegitimate son of a lord who doesn’t have an heir himself. I like Gendry, hes a good man, but hes from the Six Kingdoms. Which makes it more complicated than I just passing on my crown.”

“Who all knows about his parentage?”

“Myself, Bran of course, theres no hiding from him, & Arya. Which I’m assuming she will be telling Gendry at some point.” Jon closed the distance between them, pulling her into a hug.

“Sansa why do you always burden yourself with everyone else's problems and worries?”

“In all these years, I sometimes let myself believe that Little Ned was ours. He looks like a Stark should. Reminds me of Robb, of Arya. My family I no longer have.”

“I’m sorry.” He kissed the top of her head. “I know I can’t be here anymore.”

“Do you wish you could?”

“All the bloody time.” He smiled down at her. “Before I went South, there were moments I thought we could do this together.” Sansa tilted her head up towards him. His kissed her forehead, then both her cheeks, a last one on her nose. He hovered over her lips, but Sansa closed the gap. The kiss deepening with each second. A memory of them so long ago, before he went south, before everything changed. A moment they would repeat, a moment they had held in their hearts for so long with only the two of them kept locked away from anyone else.

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