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thealtoduck · 1 year

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Summer Renaissance

Robb Stark x Male Reader

Content: Traveling Band AU

Warnings: Smut, sex in van, Bottom!Reader, Top!Robb, Reader is 18 and Robb is 25, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex, breeding, missionary position…

B/n = Band Name

Summary: While your bandmates are in town buying necessities so you and Robb get close, very close…

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You originally didn’t plan to join a band. But after you graduated high school you had a fight with your parents about your future and it just kinda happened. After the fight you had been walking down the street when you saw a poster saying:

”B/n looking for a backing vocalist for new tour“

B/n was a small band in your hometown you had heard a few of their songs, they were pretty good. You didn’t know what came over you but you immediately picked up your phone and dialed the number on the poster.

”Hello” a man said over the phone. ”Hi, my name is Y/n L/n, i saw your add for a backing vocalist, are you still looking?” you asked. ”Yeah, we’re still looking, do you have experience?” the man said. ”I’ve sung in a choir for 3 years” you said.

He then provided you with an adress so you could meet up and show them. You immediately darted there and showed the four men, your harmonization skills, which was enough for them to want you in the band. They also gave you a tambourine to use on stage.

The few nights later it was time to leave for the tour. When that night came you packed your bags and left a note to your parents saying where you had gone. The van was waiting outside your apartment building, you threw your bag in the back and then climbed in to one of the seats and the van drove off.

(Time Skip)

It had been around a month since you had joined the band and things were going well for the five of you as you traveled. The van was currently parked in the outskirts of the town where you would have your next consert.

Most of the others were in town doing some shopping for necessities. You had decided to stay in the van, along with Robb Stark, the bands drummer. You sat on the matress in the back of the van, reading a book and listening to music in your headphones.

Meanwhile Robb was checking the engine as the van had been having trouble starting lately, you had checked if he needed help but he said he should be fine.

You hummed to the music in your ears as Robb then showed up, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and had a few oil stains on his body. ”How’s it going?” you asked taking of your headphones and putting your book down. ”I think i fixed it, otherwise we’ll just take it to a mechanic” he explained and you nodded.

Robb looked at the oil stains on his torso and arms and then asked ”Y/n, could you get a rag and some water?” he asked. You nodded and climbed further inside the van and grabbed what he asked for and handed it to him. He thanked you and poured some water on the rag and started washing off the oil.

You tried your best not to stare at the attractive older man as he rubbed the wet rag over his muscles washing himself, but you couldn’t help yourself. Robb then looked up catching you staring making you immediately turn away awkwardly and go back in to the van, picking up your book again.

Robb let out a small laugh and then said ”Hey, i don’t mind you looking, we’re bandmates after all”. He then finished washing off and climbed inside the van and sat down beside you. ”What are you reading?” he asked.

You showed him the cover, saying ”Breakfast at Tiffany’s”. ”It’s about a girl who’s honestly kind of a living mess… but it’s good” you told him making him smile gazing in to your eyes.

”I’m glad you joined us” Robb said fondly.

You put the book aside and you and Robb continued talking about other things getting to know each other better. Robb then got his cd player and started playing some nice music and the two of danced hand in hand.

Robb then spun you around and then pulled you closer against his bare slight hairy chest. It was as if time slowed down as you looked in to each others eyes. He then pushed his lips on yours and you shared a passionate kiss. He put his hands on you hips.

The two of you then broke the kiss staring at each other longingly. Robb then started leading back towards the van, the two of you climbed inside it and on to the matress in the back. The two of you started to fervently make out.

Robb pulled your shirt over your head and off your body and threw it aside. He then positioned you under him and spread you legs as he positioned himself on top of you as you made out.

Robb the unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off along with your underwear making you flush as he looked at your naked body. ”God, you’re beautiful” he said trailing his finger over your nipples and then down to your now hard cock.

He then lifted your legs revealing your ass, he spead your butt cheeks revealing your puckered hole to him. Robb then quicky crawled away to get something and came back with a bottle of lube. He applied some to his finger before starting to trace it lightly over your hole before pushing it in.

You moaned softly as you felt his finger penetrate you. He let you adjust to the first finger before then slowly adding another one and then another one.

And when he felt you were loosened up enough he unbuttoned his own pants and impatiently pushed his own pants and underwear off, setting his long thick cock free, he rubbed some lube on it.

He then looked at you, your needy face, your beautiful naked form, completely ready for him to take you. ”The things i want to do to you” he said to you lovingly and started to line himself up with your enterance.

He then carefully entered you, your face scrunched up and arched your back as his legth filled you up. Robb groaned as your tight warm hole accepted his girthy cock. When he was all the way in he let you adjust before he slowly started rolling his hips.

”Your taking it so good, Y/n” Robb praised you as you took his length. You wrapped your legs around his body. Robb started going faster, making you softly moan as you felt him reaching deeper in to you, you gripped on to his back.

Robb placed his head deep on your neck placing passionate kisses on it. ”Robb, make me yours” you said in bliss feeling Robb’s huge cock inside you. Saying this set Robb off, making him fuck your hole harder, more relentlessly.

Robb’s thrust became more animalistic making the van rock back and forward under you as he rammed his cock against your prostate, making you groan loudly in pleasure. ”You want me to breed you? Fuck you full of my cum?” Robb said lustfully.

”Yes” you said as Robb attacked your your hole with his harsh thrusts. Your hardened cock was leaking pre cum and felt ready to burst. ”I’m gonna cum” you whined as Robb kissing your nipples whispering ”Cum for me”.

You then came, staining both yourself and Robb in cum. Robb punded in to you, his big dick hitting you prostate, as he chased his own orgasm. ”I’m gonna fuck you so hard and fill you with my fucking seed so you feel it deep inside you” Robb stated panting heavily.

Then you felt him jut his dick deep in your ass as the tip of his cock erupted filling you with cum. Both of you breathed heavily as Robb rolled over on to his side bedside you. He then said with a smile through his heavy panting ”Like i said before: I’m so glad you joined the band”.

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iliumheightnights · 2 years

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Rob Stark coming back to his tent after defeating the Lannisters to find his lover fully nude underneath a large fur blanket ready to welcome his war hero home

(YYEESSS! GIMME ALL THE ROBB!)

His adrenaline is high. He has defeated the Lannisters, avenged his father, and saved his sisters. For once, the future looks bright. The celebrations started to kick in as the Stark soldiers and their allies began to settle.

Robb returned to his tent to catch his breath for a minute. That changed when he entered and discovered his boyfriend M/n laying on his cot with a large blanket. Robb knew he was naked under there with that smirk.

"Well...are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me, my king?"

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llonelygoddess · 7 months

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Yandere House Stark Headcanons

A/N: I ended up not doing Bran and Rickon only because I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later and they were a little difficult to write for. If you'd like to see headcanons for them I can definitely make another post for them, just let me know.

Let's say you are a low born person looking for refuge in Winterfell after your village was sacked by Wildlings. You had hoped to find some tavern to hold up in or even a brothel, but unbeknownst to you the Stark family kept an eye on newcomers. When they received news of your arrival, they requested your presence. It was only to talk about the possibility of nearby Wildlings, but when YOU showed up beaten and scared for your life- how could they not offer their Stark hospitality?

This is where the yandere tendencies begin.

Ned Stark, as a yandere, is protective and definitely has a savior complex. He's an honorable and just man that can't help but bring home strays, so when he sees you it's like finding Jon all over again. A deep sense of responsibility comes over him and he knows in that moment that you are just as much his as any of his kids. From that day forward he assigns a room for you in the castle and a handmaiden to keep you company, not that you'll be needing it. The family of course is shocked at his sudden interest, but they all love to see him happy and nothing makes him more happy than seeing you taken care of.

Now Catelyn is initially worried that Ned has taken a romantic interest in you, but when she sees the way you both interact she understands the fatherly bond he is trying to create very similar to his own kids. It didn't take long for her to fall into her own yandere tendencies; checking in on you in the mornings, making prayer wheels even when you're not sick, helping in the kitchen to make sure your food was perfect ( and not poisoned). She takes her role as your surrogate mother very seriously,sometimes to the extent of watching you sleep or ordering guards to discreetly watch over you and report back. Her biggest worry is that you'll be taken away from them so she takes extra precautions to keep you safe.

Robb is head over heels for you instantly. Man is down bad. Much like his father, Robb has a savior complex and finds himself wanting to be YOUR savior always. He does this by training extra hard with Jon, keeping an eye on you at all times, and giving threatening looks to any man or woman who gets too close to you. He doesn’t mean to scare away any potential friends but he does mean to scare away potential lovers. He couldn’t bear to see you with anyone outside the family, and even then he has a sword up his butt about it.

On the other hand, Jon takes a while to warm up to you. He loves his family and is vicious to outsiders who could harm them. Eventually, seeing how you interact with everyone makes him a tad jealous. Not of you, but of his family and how easily they can approach you. I definitely see Jon as an overprotective/stalker yandere with strong jealous tendencies that make him beg for your approval. He finds himself wherever you are, lurking in the background, waiting for the right moment to catch you alone. Jon feels like himself around you and the more time you spend together the more addicted to your presence he becomes.

Theon is hands down THE worshiper of the group. It's a hot take for sure but as a yandere, I see Theon's insecurities and fears taking over, slightly similar to reek!Theon. He sees you as a deity, above the Lords and Ladies, even above the King/Queen themself. If it were up to him he'd be the one giving you your meals, running your baths, standing by your side as guard. He cherishes your very presence and hopes one day you'll see his never ending loyalty to you and only you.

Sansa is very quiet about her obsession, you almost couldn't tell. She's the perfect friend, always sitting next to you at meals, gossiping about the Lords and Lady's of court, and helping you stock your wardrobe. Whatever hobby you choose to pick up, she's always there to praise you in your efforts and guide you in whatever way she can. She especially loves teaching you how to embroider as it's her specialty. It was all but normal until you came upon her private journal filled with both your names in beautiful cursive surrounded by hearts. You begin to notice the closeness she silently demands, eyeing everyone else to stay away. You see the way she longingly watches you from afar when you choose to spend time with anyone else. And your dresses, that you both so carefully picked out, seem to have a little embroidered "SS" on the nape of your neck.

Arya sees you as her golden older sibling, the one who can do no wrong. She is constantly dragging you around Winterfell - riding horses and trying to shoot arrows (and failing lol). She finds comfort within you, the only person who doesn't expect anything of her except to be herself. And for that she will never leave your side. Most nights you'll find her trying to sneak into your room to share a bed, but whether she can get past the guards Ned and Catelyn have posted outside your door is another story.

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gulnarsultan · 5 months

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Robb watches his future fiancee from a distance. Sweet doe doesn't realize being watched. The Wolf is determined to ensure that the precious Princess becomes his wife.

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bumblesimagines · 4 months

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maybe we should forget this even happened.

i'm just going to... leave.

Robb Stark

i'm just going to... leave.

maybe we should forget this even happened.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

As a child, you often wondered if Catelyn Stark had a sixth sense. She always seemed to know when you and Robb were up to no good, whether it was sneaking out of Winterfell or trying to convince the cooks for more sweets. There'd always been a knowing look in her eye and the way she'd smile at you and Robb, one single brow raising and hands coming to rest on her waist. 'Now, what are you boys up to?' She'd ask, but you and Robb knew by then the plan was ruined.

And now? Well, now you prayed her sixth sense had grown faulty because if you were caught in bed with the heir to Winterfell, you could only pray to the old gods the Starks would be merciful enough to only send you to the Wall.

You moved carefully and slowly, sliding the fur blankets off your body and exposing your bare skin to the cold air wafting in through the cracked open window. Your nose crinkled as the wood supporting the bed creaked and groaned loudly, barely sparing a glance over your shoulder at the sleeping man before standing and hurrying to collect your clothes off the floor. You'd done this dance plenty of times over the years, mainly with drunken flings, but this time you weren't slipping away from a brothel worker or a maiden. This time you were slipping away from your best friend.

Hurriedly tucking your shirt into your pants to avoid the risk of looking suspicious while leaving the room, you spun on your heel and searched the stone floor for your coat. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" A groggy voice questioned and you tensed completely, fingers curling around the top of your pants. The old gods despised you, you were certain of it. "The hunting trip is tomorrow, (Y/N)."

"I'm aware of that." For a man who'd just awoken to find his closest childhood companion getting dressed after a drunken night together, Robb started far too calm for your liking. Perhaps reality hadn't set in completely or whatever he'd drunk the night prior still had some sort of effect on him.

"Look at me." He murmured, and when you remained with your back turned to him, he spoke again in his 'future Lord of Winterfell' tone that he scarcely used when you were alone with him. "Look at me, (Y/N)."

"My father will wonder where I ran off to, Robb." You told him with a quiet sigh and reluctantly turned around to face him. He certainly looked wide awake to you. His light-colored eyes gazed at you with what you swore was amusement and he reached his arm out to lazily pat the empty side of the bed in a silent invitation, or order. You dug your teeth into the inside of your bottom lip. If either of his parents even caught a glimpse of him, they'd spiral into a lecture that'd end in a threat of sending you away.

"Come." He groaned, his impatience reminding you of his younger, more brutish sister. "Your family can wait."

"Why are you acting as if any of this is normal, Robb? I cannot be caught in your quarters while you look like that. Maybe- Maybe we should forget this even happened. It was a mistake that will not happen again-"

"You were the one that kissed me." Robb's lips formed a frown and he pushed himself up, bushy brows knitting tightly together. You despised making Robb upset, especially when his pretty eyes were as expressive as words, but it was necessary. You inhaled and forced yourself to look away from him, finally noticing your coat draped over a chair and across the room. You silently moved and slipped it on, properly concealing yourself from the cold and turning to face the man. "Do you not even wish to talk-"

"No, Robb. I'm... I'm just going to... leave. And we'll pretend as if nothing occurred, alright? You'll go back to being the heir of Winterfell and I'll go back to being the kennel master's son, just as it should and always will be."

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writeshite · 1 year

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Puppy Love

Summary:

“One would think you’ve become besotten with me, Lord Stark,” you quip, circling each other at a slow pace. “I would agree.” His arm moves up, and you meet it, wrists side by side, “dragons are a rare sight in the North; anyone would be enamored.” You chuckle, “I should say the same; wolves are equally as captivating."

Pairings:

Robb Stark x Male Reader

Tags:

Targaryen Reader | Fluff | Smitten Robb Stark

Words: 2122

Author's Note:

I have not actually watched the show or read the books fully 👉🏾👈🏾 I know things, but most of my knowledge is sporadic and random; it'll be like 60% accurate, I think....in my defense, I want dragons, and I also want Robb Stark, so like what else am I supposed to do 💀. Also, sorry if the High Valyrian in here is shit; I'm very behind in my Duolingo course.

“The dragons have taken back the Iron Throne.”

Robb didn’t quite know how to react to the news; his battle had been for the North, and the workings of the other kingdoms and their squabbles had never immensely mattered to him as much as he knew they should. The ball had been his mother’s suggestion, correction insistence, “As king, you should set an example and get ahead of the other kingdoms.”

The Targarayens arrive on dragon back - each on a separate one - the beasts shake the ground when they land, thunderous roars echoing into the skies. Her Majesty, Daenerys Targaryen, is poised, expression calm as she descends her dragon; another figure follows behind her - the Queen's Hand Missandei - the other dragon rider, steals more of Robb’s attention. Expression perhaps more joyful, you appear rather ill-equipped for the weather, furs less than satisfactory in Robb’s opinion. Your attire appears snow-touched, with little color - a touch of red on the collar of your coat - and dragon detailing on the lapels. Your silver locks are platted back in a simplistic rider’s style, held together by an intricate golden band.

Your company trails behind, arriving just moments later. Robb is accompanied by his mother, Sansa, and Arya, the latter of the three stares in awe at the dragons. Robb picks up a bit of conversation as you approach them, dying down when you come to stand in front of them; the words are of another tongue - High Valyrian, he thinks. “Your grace,” he greets, “welcome to Winterfell.”

“Thank you, Lord Stark,” she gestured to one side, “you know of my wife and hand, Missandei,” Robb nods, and she gestures to you, “and my cousin.”

“A pleasure,” you greet him.

Robb had yet to follow etiquette, and in the spirit of that, he responds to your greeting and awaiting handshake with a kiss - placed on the back of your hand. Your skin trembles in the cold, cool to the touch; he rubs his thumb along it in an effort to create some heat. The purple of your eyes was entrancing, deep pools that drew his gaze easily. His mother’s cough draws him back; her disapproving and mildly irritated glance is counteracted by Sansa and Arya’s amused ones. The servants lead you to your temporary quarters, and Robb’s linger on your retreating form; his mother’s lecture drifts elsewhere in his mind, barely settling before it’s tossed aside by the glee of seeing you once more at the welcoming banquet.

Winterfell was colder than you expected.

The invitation had seen no hurried response - with the rebuilding of King’s Landing, a new Dragon’s Pit, and many other matters - coming to Winterfell had primarily been driven by the need for a break. You rode on Morghon, Daenerys, and Missandei rode on Drogon, with Rhaegal and Viserion following and a company of Dothraki followed from the ground. The cool weather had been the first thing you’d noted, the second being the admittedly attractive King in the North. He donned a thick fur cape overtop his attire, a ringlet crown surmounted by iron spikes, and three wolves at the central front.

“Dubāzma,” you shrug at Daenerys’ warning tone; you hadn’t done anything; you simply glanced at the man.

You counter such, “Eman gaomagon daorun, ivestragon zirȳla Missandei.”

Missandei shakes her head, amusement in her tone, “Iā bughegon isse suvion iēdar kostilus,” she jests.

You shake your head, and the conversation breaks off as Lord Stark welcomes you to Winterfell. Daenerys responds with light introductions for both Missandei, then you.

“A pleasure,” you say once introduced, hand held out, ready for a handshake. Lord Stark does something far different. Taking your hand, he turns it over and lays a peck on the back of it, causing Lady Stark’s eyes to grow wide in surprise and his sisters’ expressions to morph into grins.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he replies, eyes locked on yours as he does so. His hand remains with yours for seconds longer, thumb caressing the skin, and when her ladyship breaks the brief haze with a cough, he leaves behind a phantom warmth.

The temporary chambers are cozy, readily warm, and stocked with furs; you set your luggage by the bed and don’t dwell too long on them - furs, a bed, fire, and comfort - as the welcome banquet requires far more attention. You replace your traveling coat with one more suitable for festivities - dark with gold embroidery and light fur trimming on the bottom. You exit the room to find Lord Stark’s figure leaning against the wall opposite, and a smile lights his face at the sight of you.

“Have you come to escort me, Lord Stark?” you inquire.

“If you’d allow it,” he responds with a hint of hope. You chuckle and nod, drawing out a broader smile on his face. The hall is not as far off as you’d imagined; light chatter filters through the open doors as people mill into the open-spaced hall. Far from the entrance sits a horizontally set long table - the Starks on the right, Taragrayens on the left - the other tables line the sides, leaving the middle empty.

“Lord Robb of House Stark, King in the North, Lord of Winterfell…” the announcer declares, drawing attention to you both; he announces you next, “...of House Targaryen….” It had been your idea to drop your name of Velaryon, “...Dragonheart of Old Valyria, and Prince of The Ashes.” The latter of the titles stood more as a slight mockery, with your old life on the remnants of Old Valyria, those that had spotted you and Morghon had called you that in whispers.

You take the two remaining seats at the long table, Robb near the center, you near the edge, close to Missandei. The food is wonderful; meats, deserts, ale, and various Northern delicacies are brought to the tables - the honeyed chicken may well become one of your new favorites. People begin to mingle after the main courses as music fills the halls in steady beats; you follow suit at Lord Stark’s request to dance.

“One would think you’ve become besotten with me, Lord Stark,” you quip, circling each other at a slow pace.

“I would agree.” His arm moves up, and you meet it, wrists side by side, “dragons are a rare sight in the North; anyone would be enamored.”

You chuckle, “I would say the same; wolves are equally as captivating,” your arms turn, both palms now against the other; he laces his fingers with yours, a cheeky grin on his face. You turn to circle in the opposite direction, the crowd around you filtering out as you remain fixated on each other. You draw back, hands still intertwined; coming back again, he places his other hand on your shoulder as yours goes to his hip. A few paces and you should separate from the other, turn to another person and carry on the dance, but you don’t, remaining in each other’s grasp as you drift across the floor.

The music changes and a joyful beat begins; the formality is lost as the crowd of dancers switches to more upbeat and expressive movements. Lord Stark tugs at your arm, head tilting towards the doors; you turn briefly to glance at the long table - Lady Arya is immersed in conversation with Daenerys; Missandei and Lady Sansa are the same; Lady Stark herself, however, appears to have swallowed a lemon, eyes glaring daggers at his Lordship. You return your attention to said man and allow him to drag you away from the hall.

Robb hadn’t paid much attention to his mother’s lecture; her words went in one ear and out the other; she wasn’t angry, not truly, merely cautious. The interest seemed mutual to some extent, though the matter of marital affairs would be complicated - gods know the Lords of Westeros would turn their noses high in disgust - his almost engagements had all fallen through when he’d paid them little mind.

“Robb Stark!” His mother’s voice cuts through his thoughts, “I understand your attraction circumvents what the realm would regard as suitable, but that is no excuse, do not trifle with him; we don’t need them setting our lands ablaze.”

“You’ve outdone yourself this time,” Sansa comments after their mother leaves.

Robb purses his lips; a wise man would take the words to heart and cease whatever he was doing - even if this interaction bore positive fruit, there was no certainty it would be in the best interest of the North. Her Majesty could have him abdicate his throne in favor of moving into the Targarayen household, or she could disapprove of him and feed him to her dragons. Robb was a man of heart, the kind that intercepted the servant at your chambers and took it upon himself to escort you personally to the dining halls.

Your previous coat has been replaced by a darker one; golden dragon heads decorate the cuffs, and it sits tighter on your person, with the fur trimming at the bottom fluttering delicately as you walk. “Have you come to escort me, Lord Stark?”

“If you’d allow it,” he responds, and gods, he hopes you would. He feels himself smile wider at your agreement, arm threaded with yours; the short walk to the dining halls leaves him ecstatic.

“Lord Robb of House Stark, King in the North, Lord of Winterfell…” the declaration echoes in the hall; brief glances become more fixated on your intertwined arms. His mother’s eyes squint, a frown on her face, “...of House Targaryen, Dragonheart of Old Valyria, and Prince of The Ashes.”

Robb thanks the gods; his mother’s seat is further from him; if looks could kill, he’s certain he’d have died at the entrance. “You’ve taken to my cousin quite quickly, Lord Stark,” Her Majesty’s voice draws his attention.

Her gaze is steady as she regards him, “I suppose, your grace, is that a problem?”

It’s no secret that certain parts of Westeros and their rulers disapprove of other attractions; Robb’s not quite sure where his father would have stood on the matter - he imagines him supportive - he knows his mother prefers he be less expressive on the subject. Queen Daenerys had been quite clear on her stance, disregarding the disapproval of her new laws and marriage, though that’s not to say she would like to have him as her in-law.

“Not as long as he is happy, and well,” she answers, “I have little family left; I cannot help my worry.”

There is an underlying threat to her words, and Robb nods in understanding, and it satisfies her enough to turn away from him. The food is brought in just after - honeyed chicken, venison pies, cod cakes, ale, candied bread - the music begins near the tail end of the feast. Some sway to the tune, conversations carrying in the air, as the music changes to something more befitting a dance. He stands and moves down the long table towards you, “Care for a dance?”

“One would think you’ve become besotten with me, Lord Stark,” you quip.

“I would agree; dragons are a rare sight in the North; anyone would be enamored.” Your arms meet in the middle, level to your heads, as you circle each other; even as the other dancers switch partners, you remain together. Up until the music changes and a less formal tune carries in the air, you follow suit, hand in Robb’s as he drags you from the hall. You stroll idly through the halls, hands held together and swung lowly and sharing idle chatter.

“What do you call your dragon?”

“Morghon,” you respond, “it means death, a fitting name. Would you like to see him?” Robb pursed his lips, and you chuckled at his hesitation, “Don’t tell me you’re scared of dragons,” you teased; coming to a halt, you tugged him closer, “certainly not after flirting with one.”

He can feel the heat creep up his neck and imagines his skin pinker at the moment, “What if he bites?”

“He won’t,” your graze drifts a little lower, “but I could.”

“Is that an invitation to your bed, my prince?”

“If you’d like, you could show me how warm the North could be. I’m sure a few hours of demonstration should suffice.”

“The demonstration will have to wait for another time, your grace,” his mother’s voice cuts in. You both jump apart, hands loosely held together; she grabs Robb by the arm, “I apologize for the interruption, your grace, but we have some familial matters to attend to.” His face pinches into a frown as his mother leads him away; he remains turned enough to send you a brief wave and a smile and is thrilled to see you return it.

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Hope you enjoyed this mess. Stay hydrated.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 7 months

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Falling in Love with the Stars

Robb Stark x Male Reader

Request - Robb stark x male reader, Robb being absolutely in LOVE and he confesses.

Robb just arrived at House Martell, he arrived unexpectedly. He found out that you are getting married to Prince Oberyn, and he wasn't happy about that. He managed to find your room and you are surprised to see him.

“Robb, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“Y/n, I came to see you-” Robb said.

“Why?” You asked.

“Y/n, I'm in love with you. I don't want you to get married to Prince Oberyn, you should be with me. I'm an idiot for waiting too long to say something but please don't marry him. I love you. Y/N and I want to marry you” Robb said.

You and Robb used to date in secret then he broke up with you. You felt heartbroken that you distanced yourself from him. Then you started to date Prince Oberyn, then he asked you to marry him. Prince Oberyn did make you smile and you told him that you used to date Robb, but he didn't care about your past. Robb wasn't ready to tell his family that he was dating a guy.

“You broke my heart, Robb. Do you have any idea how that felt!?” You said.

“I am sorry that I made you feel like that. I don't want you to marry him, I want to be with you. And I told my family that I am in love with you” Robb said.

He put his hands on your cheek and starts to kiss you passionately. You moved away and he is staring into your eyes.

“You should leave, Robb,” You said.

“Y/n...” Robb said.

“Just leave,” You said.

“I will keep fighting for you,” Robb said.

Robb left the room and you sighed. You went to see Prince Oberyn and he is finished getting ready.

“Y/n, I know you can't wait for the night but we will get married soon,” Prince Oberyn said.

“We need to talk about our wedding,” You said.

“I know Robb Stark is here,” Prince Oberyn said.

“How?” You asked.

“I know everything, Y/n. I know you are still in love with him” Prince Oberyn said.

“Yes, you do know everything. I’m sorry that I hurt you” You said.

“I’m not mad at you. A little sad because you won't be my husband but I want you to be happy” Prince Oberyn said.

“I want you to be happy too, Oberyn. What will happen now?” You said.

“You will be happy and get married to him. And I will keep having sex with many people and drink wine” Prince Oberyn said.

You and Prince Oberyn started to smile at each other. He hugged you and he gave you one final kiss. He watched you walk away and he pours wine into his cup

✬ ✬ ✬ ✫

You arrived at Winterfell and Robb is happy to see you.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Robb asked.

“I didn't get married to Prince Oberyn,” you said.

“Why not?” Robb asked.

“I’m still in love with you, Robb. I told him and he already knew that I never stopped loving him. I-” You said.

Mid-sentence, He starts to kiss you and you don't push him away. He starts to smile

“I love you, Robb,” You said.

“I promise, I won't break your heart. I don't want to lose you again” Robb said.

You start to kiss him again. Later, Robb did tell his family that you are dating him. After having dinner with his family, you go to Robb’s chambers. He can't stop smiling that you gave him a second chance, and he is being very affectionate with you.

“I’m so happy that you will live here with me, Y/n,” Robb said.

“I feel the same way,” You said.

“One day, you will be my husband and I will love you until my last breath,” Robb said.

“You are such a charmer, Robb Stark” You smiled.

Robb smiled and he gave you a peck on the lips

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ghost9whore · 7 months

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A Siren Song

Chapter 1

???’s P.O.V

“Careful of the waves!! I already fucking told you bastards!” I yell at the incompetent men tripping over their own feet.

The waves are aggressive tonight but aren’t brought on by a storm. The night is quiet but the water is too fucking strong.

“AHHH” someone yells

“What was that!?” I scream back

As if a symphony of mutilation ensures. I hear bloodcurdling cries from the former men on my ship yet I see no culprit.

It’s too dark I can’t see shit but I can hear the screams then water splashing the men are splashing into the water once their scream ends.

I took too long to respond to their screams before I’m met with the sight of a man in front of me

“Oh shit who are you?” I ask stupid to the men’s actions

This man looks so alluring his facial features are sharp yet so inviting. As if ready to be devoured his bright eyes staring up at me in a curious expression. His body covered by a coat covered in blood but he doesn’t seem injured. Was he one of my crew?

“Who are you?” The man asks in an accent that seems foreign to me

“I-I erm I am the Captain of the Caspian the ship you’re currently on” I say trying to regain my focus

“Why didn’t you scream?” The man questions

“What? Scream?” I said confused

“Like the others” the man says gesturing the blood spots where my men use to be

“Wait did you do that?” I question my voice beginning to shake as the realization sets in

“How how could someone lik-“

Third Person View

The captain’s head fell to the ship floor as it was detached from his body. The alluring man was painted in a different person’s blood.

“Hmm it took him a long time to realize” said the alluring man

“The Caspian what a pretty name not for me though” the man said as he begun walking towards the main room of the ship to steer the ship back to the mainland

“Finally no more ocean”

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supercap2319 · 6 months

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Fighting the ice dragon had been the easy part. Facing the king of this land was another story all together. Y/N's not sure how he ended up here. He was performing a spell that Strange was teaching him and the next moment, poof! He's standing in the middle of the forest in the dead of winter as he saw some men in chainmail running from a dragon that breathes ice instead of fire.

It was kinda cool. Fighting a real life dragon, but also terrifying. He wasn't sure if he could take it down, but a few punches and chaos magic blasts had it flying off. One of the men, who looked exactly like Dane Whitman, introduced himself as Jon Snow and that they were eternally grateful for the assistance. That's how he was summoned with an audience with their king. The King of North.

Y/N stood in the center of the throne room as the King approached him and he tried not to let out a gasp of surprise. The Lord of Winterfell looked exactly like the Eternal, Ikaris. Minus the curly hair. He eyed Y/N with his deep blue eyes and took his seat at the throne and commanded attention. "And who is this?" His voice was low and deep.

Jon Snow moved to him. "This is the one who saved us, your majesty. From the dragon."

"Oh? This boy?" He glanced at him.

"With all due respect your majesty, I'm no boy. And you look very familiar. I don't suppose you and your people have heard of the Eternals?"

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2braincellslz · 1 year

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So we can all agree that Dogs love Theon, right?

My little headcanon is that all dogs love Theon. Wether they are hunting dogs, dier wolves, wild wolves, ginger golden retriever boys, or tamed pet dogs. They all love Theon.

Like, one day theon is just walking down through the shops or whatever and then the dog that eat scraps just starts following. The dog lays at his feet when he sits. The dog growls at anyone who looks at him funny.

And for dier wolves, hes never had a problem with any of the starklings dier wolves. Even Ghost though, unlike the other wolves, he just kinda accepts Theon instead of loving on him. GreyWind on the other hand Is the complete opposite. He is constantly licking, rubbing, and playing with Theon. (Definitely not because his emotions are tied to Robb)

I also believe that one day Robb and Theon are on a walk and a wild dog (or a wolf, whatever you wanna call it) bites on to Theons pants and trys to pull him to her den. They end up following the wolf to a pack of wolves with a bunch of little puppy's running around. When they tried to leave, mama wolfe grabbed on to theon pants again. That's how Theon ended up with more dogs then the starklings tho the wolves still live in the woods and the wolves see Theon as theirs then the wolves as Theon's.

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got-fantasy · 2 years

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Now you're gone | Robb Stark x Male Reader

Robb's father catches the two of you committing a sinful act

Robb Stark still could not believe what had happened the other night.

The both of you were in his chamber, your arms wrapped around Robb's waist, his mouth on yours, too caught up at the moment to realise the door was still unlocked.

Before either of you knew it, the door flew open, Robb's father stepping into the room. Whatever he had gone there for was instantly forgotten, replaced with a rage Robb had never seen from him before.

"What are the both of you doing?" Ned's voice was low as he closed the door behind him, ensuring no one else would hear the conversation.

"Father, this is not-" Robb was cut off before he could ever finish the sentence.

"How long has this been going on?" A simple question, but Robb could not get the answer out.

"Two years, my Lord" You said looking at the ground, your voice uneasy

Lord Stark's eyes flicked between both of you with an intensity in them which made you uneasy. The silence seemed to last a lifetime before Ned spoke again.

"Three days." Ned said gruffly. Robb's eyes filled with confusion, his heart racing, fear making itself evident on his face, but still he hoped, he hoped that his father would let the both of you be.

Ned looked at his son, and then he looked at you, his face cold, expressionless.

"For the crime of laying with another man, your execution will be held in three days."

Robb's eyes widened, glancing over at you, only to see resigned acceptance, His heart beating faster than it already was.

"No, Father, you cannot do this." The panic was clear in Robb's voice as he pleaded with his father.

His words fell on deaf ears.

"I can and I must. Robb, you should be grateful you are my son, if you were not, you would be meeting the same fate." Ned spoke coldly

Ned spoke to you again, "I will let you walk free, but in three days time you shall be executed, and do not think of running."

"And Robb, do not think you will be going without punishment, I will never tell a soul of this, but that does not mean your actions are acceptable." Ned said simply, leaving before Robb could argue against him.

You and Robb spent the short time you had left together. He wanted to argue with his father, but you swayed him from doing so, knowing it would not change anything.

The night before the execution, you laid against Robb in his bed, his arms trembling as he held you. You tried to calm him, to tell him it was okay, that he would be okay.

Robb did not understand why you said those words. It was not okay, it was never going to be okay, but in your final night you reassured him.

Tears started making their way down Robb's face, his gentle sniffles turning into sobs, his whole body shaking.

Taking your head between his hands, he told you what you already knew.

"I love you, Y/n".

"I love you too, Robb."

Eventually, morning came, and Ned had come to bring you to your death.

Robb tried one more time, to fight against his father, maybe if he saw how much he loved you he would change his mind. But no matter how much he begged or pleaded, it was not enough.

Robb was in his room during your execution, his father forbidding him from going.

He could only lie on his bed and cry to himself, hoping no matter how unlikely that you were somehow alive. But he knew that would not happen.

Two weeks has passed since then.

Robb locked himself in his room, refusing to come out, only Ned knowing why. He had not stopped crying, the pain of your loss too much for him to handle.

He never thought he would.

But gods did Robb hate his father.

The thought of him filled him with a burning rage.

Why could he not have left you alone?

Why could it not have been him?

Why did he not remember to lock that damned door?

His life had lost all meaning when you left it, the world too cruel and unforgiving for someone as amazing as you.

And with a shaky breath he decided he would join you. A dagger in his hands, as he held the tip to his stomach, he thought of you one last time.

And then he plunged it in.

Gods, did he love you.

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thealtoduck · 11 months

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Disco-Fever

Robb Stark x Male Reader

Content: Traveling Band AU

Warnings: Smut, Bottom!Reader, Top!Robb, Reader is 18 and Robb is 25, anal sex, sex on a balcony, unprotected sex, blowjob, friends with benefits…

Part 1: Summer Renaissance

B/n = Band Name

Summary: The band is continuing their tour and after a gig you and Robb get together in his motel room…

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You had just finished off another gig with B/n for the tour, ending the concert with a cover of ”Disco Inferno” where you had sang lead vocals for the first time. The five of you then drove back to the hotel where you were staying with loud disco music playing in the van.

You got back to the hotel, where the band had shared rooms to save money. You and Robb had decided to share. Once you got in to your room you started to undress out of the clothes you’d been wearing on stage, which were sweaty from jumping around and dancing.

You were left in your underwear and socks, as you opened the sliding door and went out on the room balcony to get some air. The curtains billowing behind you in the wind, the cool breeze felt nice on your warm skin. It was dark outside and the moon shone brightly lighting up the sky full of stars.

Robb put on some soft slow disco music and himself got undressed from his own clothes from the concert. He then joined you on the balcony, he went up behind you and snaked his arms around your waist, pressing your bodies together.

You felt his slightly hairy chest against your back and his crotch pressed against your clothed ass. Robb placed kisses on your neck, as he grinded against you. You moaned softly and asked quietly ”Robb, what are we? Is this just sex?”.

”I don’t know babe, all i know is that i need you now” Robb said between the kisses and he pulled your underwear down, leaving you naked in front of him. You grabbed a hold of the balcony railing as you felt him spread your cheeks.

You squeezed the railing hard as you felt Robb push a unlubed finger inside you, his raw finger starting to open you up. Robb added another finger letting them glide in and put of you slowly.

After opening you up Robb went inside and dropped his underwear freeing his hardened length. He got a bottle of lube and spread it on his large manhood. He walked back out on the balcony where you waited for him, just as he had left you, naked and with your hands gripping the railing, ready to take good pounding from him.

He walked up behind you, positioning you as he wanted. He then spread your ass cheeks and then slowly let his cock enter your warm hole. You moaned loudly in to the open air as you felt his manhood inside you.

Robb moved his hands to your hips as you adjusted to his legth. He then slowly started moving his cock inside you, rolling his hips carefully. Meanwhile placing kisses along your neck.

He started thrusting faster in to you, making you moan loudly in to the night. You didn’t care if the people on the street below could see you getting fucked by Robb, they could look all they wanted.

Robb wrapped his arms around your chest pulling you closer to him as he thrusted deeply in to you. He then stopped and pulled out of you, he grabbed your hand and led you inside to your room, filled with disco music and said ”Lay down on your stomach”.

You did as told and layed down on the bed. Robb the mounted you, his warm body pressed on to yours. He then started relentlessy thrusting in to your ass, his manhood hitting your prostate.

”Fuck baby, i love your tight ass” Robb groaned feeling your warmth around his cock as he fucked you. And with one last thrust he spilled his cum deep inside of you.

He panted and slowly pulled out of you. He then flipped you over on to your back. Seeing your untouched dick still waiting for release. Robb went down and took your cock in to his mouth. His wer mouth felt amazing on your dick.

You groaned and put your hands in Robb’s curly dark hair, pushing him up and down on your length. You felt close to your orgasm as Robb’s tongue stroked your legth. ”Robb, i’m gonna cum” you said pushing his head down on your cock wanting him to take all of your cum.

You then came inside his mouth filling it with your seed, Robb took all of it and them swallowed. Exhaustion then hit you and you panted heavily as Robb layed down next to you. He pulled the covers over the two of you saying ”Y/n, would you like to be my boyfriend?”.

You looked in to his beautiful eyes and said ”You really mean it”. Robb nodded with a sweet smile. You answered his question by placing a kiss on his lips and you fell asleep in each others arms.

Little did you both know that the bands career was about to skyrocket in the coming days…

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iliumheightnights · 10 months

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Robb Stark with a dancer who performs for the court and offers him a private performance

A troop of performers arrived at Winterfell just a few nights ago. They had been very entertaining to both the Starks and their charges. Sansa and Bran both enjoyed the songs that they played while Arya and Jon had enjoyed the stories they told.

As for Robb, he had found himself encaptured by one of the performers. A man who danced as if he was part of the wind itself. Supposedly, the man had originally been from across the narrow sea and learned from there. That only added to Robb's interest.

"You know what they say about the people from Essos. If they dance like that, it means they're-" Theon began to say but Robb's glare was enough to shut him up.

Though, his thought about it wouldn't escape him. As the night faded, Robb approached M/n. "Oh, hello my lord. How may I help? I hope you enjoyed the performance."

"I did. It was very nice." He cleared his throat and stood up a bit more. "I...it's a shame the night has to end. Perhaps, would you like to continue your performance upstairs."

M/n smiled as he picked up on what Robb was asking. "It would be my honor, my lord."

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yupyor · 1 year

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White roses And Red lilies

Summary- It was Valentine's Day. Robb hated Valentine's Day. The excessive amounts of pink and red decoration that would litter the streets were just a sore reminder of his lack of control on his life—particularly in the love department. A result of his mother's endless critiques and demanding criteria pertaining to his spouse. That was 2 years ago, before he tripped over you and so graciously ruined his mother's bouquet of flowers.

I didn't proofread this, so sorry for any errors or anything off. I was binge listening to Laufey and Taylor while writing this so if one second thing go from sad to happy, or them being normal to suddenly flirting that's why, LOL

P.S - This was originally planned for Male readers, but I think I forgot to bring up any pronouns whatsoever, so GN...?

Your steps were fast, the gesture of love Lord Stark had sent you from the fields with for his Lady nestled precariously between your pricked fingers and your upper-chest. One wrong move, and you swear that the thick bouquet of flowers would go splattering against the castle grounds along with you. It was a mixture between freshly picked white roses and bloodred lilies.

It felt honorable at first, being bestowed upon the task to deliver something filled with so much love. Though that was before your legs were threatening to give out beneath you. Now, you couldn't help looking at the copious amount of flowers as a burden, especially since the trek down the hill your group had scavenge over in search for the flowers had worn you out considerably. It didn't help that you could hardly see where you were going either, relying entirely on muscle memory and taking in stuff from the peripheral of your vision.

You take note of the bend in your path up ahead and tighten your hold on the base of the bouquet, motioning into the curve on your right only to go stumbling back into the one on the left, tripping over your unsteady feet and sending more than a dozen pricked flowers soaring through the air.

You groan. You were on the ground—the only one on the ground. The person before you had managed to keep themselves upright despite the abrupt collision.

You see a cheeky smile and quickly after hear several rushed apologies. Though, that all goes to the back of your mind at the realization of who you bumped into.

Standing tall at a staggering height of 5'10 is the first heir of Eddard Stark, his charming blue eyes surveying the mess he had a direct hand in causing before him.

You rush to your knees, spluttering a string of more than likely incomprehensible condolences as you recklessly grabbed at the laying roses. "I am terribly sorry! I was not watching where I was going!"

He chuckled, stooping down to your level before resting beside you, reaching for a few of his own. "Can't say either was I."

"Still i-"

"It's okay," He drawled, "truly."

It was then that you acknowledged the resting distance between the two of you, your pulse elevating at the revelation.

He was close.

So close that you could feel his body's dispelling heat.

Robb smiled. "A lot of admirers, I assume? Can't's say they'll be happy with what I've done to their gestures of affection."

You cringe. "No, actually." You could never. "It is your mother's."

The grimace that had befallen him was more than just sudden, the rate his soft smile dropped sending you reeling. "Is that so... I'm going to get chewed out for this then."

"Only if I tell."

....

You didn't mean that. The words had ripped themselves out of you before you could even comprehend what your mouth had planned to say—and once again, before you could thoroughly think of it, you abruptly turn to your left, facing him directly as you blaringly clarified, "I didn't mean that!"

Though all you got in return was a smirk. "A joke. I know"

That had you smiling, your eyes unconsciously interlocking with his. It hadn't dawned on you that what you were doing was highly incorporate, swallowed whole by the moment.

Robb blinks, and you can't help the flutter within you at the bat of his lashes, only daring to rip your eyes away when he stands up with a handful of flowers and reaches the other out to you.

"I am- I have to..." He pauses, the charged silence between you no doubt having to do with it. "Do you maybe want some help carrying this to my her?"

🖤----------------------------- The End -----------------------------🖤

Robb was kneeling before you, his right hand bent behind his back with a wide, proud grin on his face. "It's Valentine's Day."

"... I know."

"And I got something for you." He outstretched his hand.

"... Yes?" You were laughing now, both the nerves and absurdity of the moment getting to you

"It's your flowers!"

Silence. "... Mines?"

"Yours."

It was a bouquet, but it was not the size that had you marveling at it, giddily smiling to yourself. It was a mix—and there were only two kinds of flowers in it.

White roses and Red lilies.

His mothers. The same set you were struggling to navigate the castle halls with when he had practically trampled over you.

"I know, I know," He rolled his eyes. "It only took 2 years... Best gift?"

".... Best gift." You replied, not missing the way his shoulders sagged in relief.

"I'd hope so, because now I'm all bloody." He paused, hugging you from behind as you continue to marvel at the blooms. "Did you know my father had trekked well beyond 2 hills looking for those. Of course, I upstaged him, but still. The things people do for love."

You turn in his grasp, setting the bouquet of flowers aside before leaning into his hold.

"I ought to think I deserve a gift."

You note the way his left brow quirks at the mention of the gift part. "...A kiss, maybe?"

🖤----------------------------- The End -----------------------------🖤

I'll leave what they do after that up to you guys.

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was any of it real?

i can't go on without you.

Robb Stark

was any of it real?

i can't go on without you.

pronouns: he/him, male

The tales of chivalry and romance you'd heard growing up never spoke about heartbreak. They never mentioned how it was to feel as if someone forced you into a tub full of ice and water or how it felt to feel your heart slowly shatter into pieces. Maybe if they'd mentioned the devastating ache of such a betrayal, you would've forced yourself to turn away from Robb Stark of Winterfell. You wouldn't have returned the kiss that fateful night by the godswood and you certainly wouldn't have continued to meet him in secret, away from lingering eyes and nosy ears. It'd been fun for a while. Sneaking around Winterfell, sharing knowing looks, stealing a quick kiss during the daytime.

And then the war came. And with it Talisa Maegyr.

It was hard to hate her. How could you when she hadn't known about the long romance between you and Robb? Talisa was beautiful with her sunkissed skin, long chestnut locks that cascaded down her back, and sweet eyes that soothed the injured she tended to. Despite her kind and gentle nature, she had a fiery tongue that you'd grown to be amused by. And apparently so had Robb. In fact, she'd amused him so much, he'd gone ahead and slept with her. The bitterness, anger, and cold betrayal you felt had solely been reserved for the so-called King in the North.

You carefully ran a wet rag over your bloodied sword, the cool dampness digging into your skin as the cloth changed from white to red. He'd been silent since the moment he'd entered your tent, lingering by the entrance with a look of deep shame. His mother, the beloved Catelyn Stark, had already given him an earful for sleeping with her, but the light scolding had turned into a long lecture when Talisa revealed she carried the result of their night together.

"What is it, Your Grace? You've been standing there an awful long time without saying anything." You murmured, watching the sword gleam in the light of the lantern. If it'd been anyone else, you would've been tempted to put the blade through their skin. But Robb was a Stark, a King, and the heir to Winterfell. Your family had sworn their loyalty to them and you'd be damned to break an oath over a foolish man.

"(Y/N), I swear by the Old Gods and-"

"That means nothing to me, not anymore. You said those same words by the godswood before we marched off to war when you claimed to harbor real love for me. Was any of it real? Or did you see me as a simple bedmate?" Your head snapped in his direction, voice low and full of fury ready to be unleashed. Robb's frown deepened and he stepped further into the tent.

"Of course it was real, (Y/N). I've loved you since we were children. The moment Lord Manderly brought you to Winterfell, I knew you were the only one I'd ever want."

"And yet, Talisa is expecting your child. I don't desire your love if it's so easily ignored the moment someone opens their legs for you." You spat and Robb dipped his head again, looking like the young boy you once cared for so deeply. Rising from the bed, you slid the sword back into its sheath and set it aside. "House Manderly has been indebted to the Starks for many years. Ned Stark had been like a father to me. I fight this war for him and the injustice he faced at the hands of the Lannisters. I'll continue fighting with you, but not for you anymore. Perhaps this is a sign to accept Father's marriage proposal to Jeyne Westerling."

At the mention of marriage, Robb's head shot up, his blue eyes widening into saucers and filling you with some satisfaction. "What? Why was I not made aware of this proposal?"

"Why was I not made aware of you sleeping with Talisa until now?"

"Because I can't go on without you, (Y/N). It was a mistake. I never should've allowed it to happen-"

"It happened, Robb. You're no longer a boy. You're a king. It's time to face reality and start behaving like one. You can start by marrying Talisa and saving her from shame... and by forgetting about us."

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