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Thinking about Robb coming up behind you at a window and wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing your neck and making you forget a little that you’re in front of a window — because he knows the lord that’s been trying to seduce you away is down in the courtyard watching, and Robb is determined to prove that you’re taken

This is 100% Robb behaviour. It's the possessive wolf in him. He needs that Lord to know that you're not available for taking. You're Robb's and Robb's alone. Just as he is yours.

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it has been absolutely pouring rain here for the last like two days and i need to cuddle up in front of a fire with a warm tea, a book, and Robb and Grey Wind

Okay, smut is still sucking ass, so may I offer you all this drabble/one-shot thing to keep y'all fed? Anyways, channeled my inner love for folklore and legends here. (Please let me know if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes, no matter how many times I read through, there's something I've missed lol)

Home is Wherever I'm With You.

My Masterlist

Words: 1.7k TW: Reader is pregnant, mention of injury (in the folklore tale), pure fluff. Literally all fluff.

Greywind is the first to notice him standing in the doorway, the direwolf lifting his head to acknowledge his human with a low huff.

Robb leans against the doorway, his lips turned upwards in a soft smile as he watches you. You're sat cross-legged on the ground by the hearth, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a book in your lap. Greywind, ever so clingy, is curled around you with his large head resting in your lap. There's a mug of tea beside you, the steam rising in gentle coils.

Whilst Greywind had noticed him, you were still yet to. You flick through the pages of your book, focused solely on the carefully written words on the parchment. You were completely oblivious to him being there.

Robb simply watches you for a moment, his arms crossed against his chest as he takes in the endearing sight that is you. The fire casts a flickering orange colour over your soft features, making you look ever the more beautiful. You look damn near ethereal sitting there.

The rain patters against the windows, droplets sliding down the paned glass. The sound mixes with the crackling of the hearth and the gentle crinkle of parchment as you flick through your book. It creates an atmosphere that Robb never wants to leave. It's warm and cosy. It's home.

"Darling?" Robb calls softly whilst pushing away from the doorway. He shuts the heavy door behind him, shutting you both in the comfort and peace of your chambers and away from the chaos of politics and duty.

"You look cosy," he teases, unbuckling his sword belt, removing it and propping it up against the wall beside the door. He makes his way towards you, crouching down to peer over your shoulder to see what book it is you're reading.

He can't quite read the title from his position, but he can read a few words on the page. By the looks of it, it seems to be a collection of old folklore tales. One he recognises to be: The Green Man's Tales. It's a collection of old, Northern legends and folklore tales. It's a favourite book of yours — one you've read far too many times. So many times that Robb can no longer count them on his fingers.

"I am," you quip softly, allowing your eyes to move away from your book to look up at your husband. "I'd be even more cosy if you were beside me, though."

Robb chuckles softly at that, the sound soft as it fills you with a warmth. Hearing him happy — especially when you're the reason for it — makes you feel just as happy. Giddy, really.

Turning your head to face him, your nose brushes against his jaw. "Sit with me, my King," you murmur softly, wrapping a hand around his wrist. You tug him to sit down beside you, giggling softly in response to the huff he lets out as he lands on his bottom.

He loves the sounds of your giggles, of your laughter. It's always soft and sweet, lingering with warmth and surrounding him like an angel's whisper.

Extending your arm, you lift the blanket in an offering to Robb. He takes the offer greedily, slipping an arm around your waist as you wrap the furs snuggly around you both.

Tucking you against his side, he turns his head to bury his face against your soft hair. Greywind had long since returned to napping with his head in your lap, his large paws resting against your thighs.

The room is filled with a peaceful silence as you both sit there. You return your attention back to your book, contently leaning back against Robb's side. Your attention occasionally drifts as you take a sip of your warm tea, gulping down the comfort of the warm liquid.

Robb remains by your side with one arm wrapped around your waist, his hand cupping the plush of your hip. His other hand settles on your thigh, every now and then drifting to give Greywind a few pets. But it always quickly returns to the softness of your thighs.

"Read to me," Robb murmurs in your ear, smirking softly as your breath hitches in your throat. He squeezes your thigh encouragingly, bumping your cheek with his nose playfully. "I want to listen to your voice, my sweet. If you'll give me the pleasure of such."

"Of course," you smile softly, knowing you simply can't deny your husband. Even as your cheeks flush a slight red hue, you cannot deny him. Not when his hand on your thigh slides carefully up to your stomach. He rests his hand against the slight swell of there, his thumb brushing along the curve of the baby bump.

Barely a moon into your pregnancy, the bump had begun growing. It's subtle, barely noticeable unless looked at too closely, but it's there.

"This one's about Simeon Star-eyes," you murmur, pointing to the short passage about him on the yellowed parchment. Robb hums, resting his chin against your shoulder. A small encouragement for you to continue.

"Songs sing of a knight who lost his eyes in a tragic fight," You start, keeping your voice low and soft. "Unwilling to let such tragedy deter him, he replaced his lost eyes. He placed glittering gemstones in the empty sockets — deep blue sapphires."

Your soft-spoken words carry throughout the room, and Robb finds himself hanging on every word. He's heard this tale so many times — mostly from you — that he could easily recite it himself, word for word. As he can with every tale in this book. But, listening to you read the words, your hand coming down to rest over his on the bump of your stomach, he finds himself enchanted. Completely and utterly transfixed.

Greywind, who had woken from his slumber seems to mirror his human's action. His yellow eyes peer up at you, his ears twitching with each word from you and his tail thumping happily against the fur rug. Your voice is simply a comfort to the both of them. And Robb has no doubt that your child will feel the same way.

"Tell me more," he pleads softly once he realises you've paused. You're glancing down at him, your nose a breath away from his own. You've caught him staring up at you with adoration as you read and Robb goes a little red in the face at that.

Turning back to the book, you begin reading once more. "Wielding a long spear with daggers bound to each end, he'd spin it in his hands and chop down two men at once."

Robb listens carefully, hanging on each word still. He dips his head to press a few light kisses along your shoulder. They're gentle enough to be innocent, but you know your husband better than that. Yet, you don't call him out in it. Instead, you simply bask in the loving touch.

"Some say the sapphire gemstones allowed him to see what others couldn't — connecting him to the Old Magic." Glancing back down at Robb once more, you lean more into him, unable to bite back the amused breath as he kisses along your skin.

"They also say he was quite the handsome man," you quip teasingly, watching as Robb's gaze quickly snaps towards your own. His eyebrows furrow with suspicion as he processes your teasing words.

"Handsome, you say?" He asks, watching as you bob your head in a nod. Your lip trembles with the effort to bite back a grin, and Robb decides to play along with your attempt to playfully toy his jealousy.

"More handsome than I, my sweet wife?" He questions, all the while his hand on your stomach moves along your ribs, coming to rest just below your breast.

"So the stories say," you giggle, your hand falling from his own as it slides up your body.

"That simply cannot be true," he growls playfully as he pulls back to look at you fully. Your eyes are bright with a playfulness he adores, your cheeks flushed with a mix of love and heat from the fire that continues to flicker away in the heath.

"But it is!" You insist, still biting back a grin. "The stories say so. So, it must be."

Robb gasps dramatically as he pulls back slightly. His hand on your ribs moves to his heart as though he truly were offended by your words. But the grin that pulled at his own lips assured you he truly wasn't.

"I cannot believe this!" He shakes his head, mocking a man truly distraught. "My own wife, mother of my child, believes a legend more handsome than I."

You giggle then, the sound urging him to continue. Quickly, your giggles turn to laughter. He doesn't stop his act of the offended and jealous husband until he's sure you're lacking in oxygen as you laugh.

Robb chuckles then, dropping the act and pulling you close. "I love you, my darling." He murmurs against your temple, breathing in the floral scent of your hair. "Even if you think a dead man more attractive than me."

"I love you too," you breathe out, trying to steady your voice and avoid falling into another giggling fit.

Robb lets you return to your book, holding you against his chest as you continue to read quietly to him. His hand on your ribs returns to the soft swell of your stomach as he allows his thoughts to drift. And drift they do.

You've given him a child. A baby he'll love and cherish. A baby that will be so loved by yourselves and the entirety of Winterfell. Robb knows that when the baby is born, you'll read to him too. Whatever tales you think the little one would like, you'd no doubt read. Robb wouldn't be surprised if he'd come back from his duties one evening to your chambers filled to the brim with random books.

He smiles at the thought, his chin returning to sit against your shoulder. He lets your voice fill his ears, chasing away any lingering thoughts of his duties, of the wars. For a moment he lets himself relax with you in his arms. Your soft voice mixed with the peaceful ambience of the crackling fire and rain gently hitting the windows, lulls Robb into a sleep.

Greywind seems to have drifted off alongside Robb, his tail relaxing against the fur rug.

When you notice Robb lost in slumber, you smile softly at the sight. Pressing a light kiss to his jaw, you pull the blanket tighter around his shoulders before once more returning to your book.

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King in the North Robb who is need of a wife — he didn’t marry Talisa, but the Red Wedding still happened because the Freys and Boltons thought he would lose and they wanted to be on the ‘winning side’ — now that it’s been nearly two years since the war ended and the realms have quieted down. King Robb who is a little blindsided when his sister Sansa — his Hand who lowkey terrifies everyone, and is using Robb to get the lords off her back about marriage — sets up a sort of marriage mart like bridgerton kinda thing: the highborn families with eligible daughters all send said daughters and a small retinue to Winterfell for a few months, and Sansa gets to basically host a bunch of balls and such while Robb is being made to dance and converse and spend time with all these girls until he finds one he wants to marry (and if the families send some eligible sons as well, and those sons also find wives? Sansa is a genius.) Robb who dances with you at the beginning of it all and compares every other girl to you, finds you at least once at every single gala, and somehow just believes he finds you interesting to talk and he doesn’t want to marry you yet he hates watching you dance with or talk to any other man there. Sansa needs a raise

Sansa literally had to hit him across the head with the fact of his lover for reader. He's so oblivious and Sansa is so frustrated. Reader's no better. Just assuming he's being kind to her because he has to.

Oh, and also, Greywind weaving between her feet whilst the music plays and she's not currently dancing with anyone. The direwolf just wants to dance a little with his human's soon to be wife. 🤭

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New thought: Robb and Jon both being good big brothers and learning how to braid their little sisters hair so well that eventually Sansa and Arya, when both were gery young, only wanted either of them to braid their hair over Catelyn.

Sobbing I love this. This is so sweet 🥹

And then when they're all in Winterfell again after everything, they go to Jon every now and then because it reminds them of when everything was still okay. 🥹😭

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Trying to get back to my horny happy self with my friends…

All the Stark men (not Brandon)

Lmfao I love this. You say something so very sweet to them and they're just there trying their best to ignore the way their cock twitches and their cheeks flush. They're adorable, I love them 😩

Also, glad to have you back! Horny or not, I enjoy talking to you a lot 🫶🫶

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"Inside you there are two wolves..."

The only two wolves I want inside me are the Young Wolf and the White Wolf 😋😋

Preach it, bestie!! 🤭🤭

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Robb who wins the war but loses his wife, and remarries a Southron lady — a sweet, timid thing who jumps at every shadow and is terrified of him and Grey Wind and his siblings/their wolves. And he’s just dying inside because he wants to get to know her, he already half loves her just from watching her with his people when she doesn’t realize he’s there, but he doesn’t know what he did to make her so scared of him as to not be within arms reach of him or Grey Wind unless she has to be her family and septa suck and they told her stories of the King in the North — how he’s savage and cruel and will sacrifice her to his angry gods, how the Starks control giant wolves and he’ll feed her to his if she displeases him, how his anger in battle was bloody and violent, and how he hates those with Southron blood and if she doesnt do what he wants he’ll tear her throat out — and Robb doesn’t seem like he fits those tales, but… better safe than sorry.

Okay but this honestly gives younger!reader and I adore it. You're so jumpy around him and Greywind when you first meet him. And for weeks after that, you're still sheepish and nervous around him, like you expect the words of your family to be true.

Robb would try his damn best to make you feel more comfortable around him. He wants you to feel at home with him, not constantly frightened.

Ohhh, what if he makes Greywind do silly things to make her laugh?? I'm sold on that. 100% 😩

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Falling asleep while sitting in the Starks lap when they were suppose to work😍😍

Now they cant stand up to not distrurb you and just cuddle you closer to themselves.

In the end they also go to sleep and if someone have walked into the Kings chamber they would witness the cutest sight in their life

Ngghhh, need it. Need it now. Always and forever.

I just know they absolutely adore it when you fall asleep in their lap. They love the feeling of your face buried into the crook of your neck, your breathing soft and relaxed. You're so peaceful and content in their arms and they'd never do anything to ruin that. Even if that means remaining seated at their desk, their arms and legs going numb. It's worth the slight pain. You're worth the slight pain.

And when they finish their work? And they don't wanna move you and accidentally wake you up? They'll mirror your action and bury their face against your shoulder, breathing in your sweet scent as they allow themselves to finally relax. 😩

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Robb had a little wolf plushy when he was a child, and when he left for war he knew Rickon was going to be really upset, so he dug the old toy out of storage and gave it to him. Anyway that’s all 😁

Sobbing. I am crying. Tears are streaming down my cheeks.

And then — and then Sansa finds it whilst she's being held by the Boltons, and she sleeps with it every night because it brings her comfort to hold something that belonged to her brother's 🥹😭

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https://www.tumblr.com/snow-blower/778188454248988672/the-direwolves-should-wear-armour-ngl

Robb has a set of armor made for Grey Wind, and then has to wrangle the giant direwolf into wearing it which is not an easy feat. Grey Wind does not appreciate the new outfit. But Robb is determined, and eventually gets Grey Wind to sit still by bribing him with treats long enough to actually get the armor on. The armor isn’t actually made for any battles and doesn’t serve any real purpose. Robb actually had it made because his wife has been sad lately, and he thought it might cheer her up. Grey Wind does look very cute, even if he’s grumbling and sulking a little.

-🐾 anon

No stop, I actually love this. Him having gotten it just to cheer up his wife?? I am sobbing. And it works so well because Greywind looks absolutely adorable in it. Sulking and huffing, he looks even cuter. 🥹😭

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https://www.tumblr.com/snow-blower/778169720438439936/king-in-the-north-robb-who-is-need-of-a-wife-he

lol the King’s famously soulbound direwolf, affectionate and glued to your side whenever he’s not with Robb, but you both brush it off as nothing, while Robb’s siblings are just. Full exasperated. How can you both be this blind???

It's so silly because you're both clearly head over heels for each other. But, neither of you know it?? The entire North knows before you both do. And even with Greywind constantly at your side, both begging for your attention and giving you attention, neither you or Robb suspect anything other than a clingy direwolf just being clingy. 🤭

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https://www.tumblr.com/snow-blower/778163218653888512/httpswwwtumblrcomsnow-blower7781629628537733

Stark men love seeing you hold the child you had with them🙂‍↕️ drives them crazy for you

Especially when you're cooing over the child. It's such an adorable sight for them. They also like coming to stand behind you, wrapping their arms around you and the baby. Robb's the type of guy to rest his chin on your shoulder and make silly faces to make the baby laugh. 🥹

And then later that night when the baby's settled and you're cuddled up with your stark husband, they'll ask for another one. Another little bundle of joy that you can both coo over and love. 😩

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modern Jon is the one who would fall so hard for a sweet church girl and you can’t change my mind. Like he’s Northern through and through, worships the old gods, but he’s roped into playing chauffeur and driving Catelyn to the Sept one day, and he sees you in your pretty sundress, greeting Catelyn with a smile and there’s plenty of shade cover where you all are but Jon swears he just saw the sun suddenly Catelyn has a dedicated driver to take her to and from the Sept whenever she wants.

I love everything about this. Catelyn has no idea why her husband's bastard is suddenly playing nice and driving her to and from the sept whenever she wants. Until she sees Jon staring at you like you're the most precious thing in the world (you are).

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https://www.tumblr.com/snow-blower/778570957111574528/new-thought-robb-and-jon-both-being-good-big

I don’t remember if I’ve already told you this one before but this post reminded me of it: Robb learning to braid hair so he can braid yours in the mornings and spend more time alone with you before he’s pulled away by his duties also new thought: Robb practicing on Grey Wind so the direwolf is walking around with little braids in his fur — the camp assumes you did it, you assume the servant girls in camp did it and Grey Wind begrudgingly let them because they sneak him treats, and Robb gets to surprise you one morning when he offers to do your hair

You did mention that! You sent it in with those fluffy ideas! I hope you don't mind but I kept those in my drafts to write a few of them! And obviously credits will go to you for giving me such wonderful ideas in the first place 🫶

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https://www.tumblr.com/teathattast/774082477550714880

you made little booties for your husband’s direwolf and now the fluffy boi is walking like this

This!! This is canon!! Robb walks into your chambers to find his direwolf wearing booties, stomping around chaotically whilst you're kneeling on the floor in the middle of a giggle fit. He's not even mad. He's just amused and in love with your sweet giggles 🥹

You made them because you were worried Greywind's little beans would get cold whenever he ventures out in the snow 😌

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I fell down my stairs (I hurt all over but I’m mostly fine) and I desperately want a Stark man to come fuss over me

No, because Stark men would FUSS over you whenever you injured yourself. Even if you trip or something and you're not hurt, they're gonna fuss over you.

They're all, "Darling are you alright? What happened? Are you okay?" And they're hugging you tight and helping you back to your feet and it's so unfair bcz I want that rn 🥹😭