#Talisa Maegyr x Robb Stark

[katherinewinchester13]

And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

And I can still see it all (In my head)

Back and forth from New York (Sneaking in your bed)

I once believed love would be (Burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

Like daylight, daylight

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Tormund Giantsbane/Jon Snow

Jojen Reed/Bran Stark

Talisa Maegyr/Robb Stark

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Bonds are special gifts from the Old Gods. These Bonds help lead soulmates to one another, but only, legend has it, if both soulmates wear them. They are precious things.

Jon isn't. Jon is not meant to have a Bond, is he? Who would want to be saddled with him as a soulmate anyhow?

Jonmund Soulmate AU

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[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Being the Frey girl betrothed to Robb Stark

Request: Yes or No

Did not intend for this to be long

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It was supposed to be the perfect day. Many little ladies dreamt of their weddings, dreamily wondering about their future husbands and the family they'd create together. Your dreams of the perfect wedding had been brief, crushed quickly under the boot of your father, Walder Frey, and you were forced to accept that you'd be marrying out of duty rather than true love.

There'd been some hope and a spark of relief when your sisters had rushed to your bedchambers, giddy and eager to speak of your betrothed: Lord Robb Stark of Winterfell. He had visited briefly and been allowed his pick of the litter, but when he provided no response, your father chose for him. You knew of the Starks of Winterfell. They were an honorable family and close as could be. And from the accounts of your sisters, Robb was a handsome man. Young, handsome, eyes blue as sapphires, pretty brown hair, and incredibly polite. You hadn't seen him as you'd been occupied the day of his visit, but everything your sisters told you filled you with glee. An honorable, kind husband who you'd surely fall in love with.

Or so you thought.

You'd been there when one of Walder's men had requested his time and spoke of Robb. The words that followed had sent you reeling, stomach twisting and heart shattering. Robb had a lover. A healer from Volantis named Talisa Maegyr. Your father's rage had been brief, calming when the man assured him Robb still planned on wedding you. He hadn't broken his promise to House Frey, and that had been enough for your father. You shouldn't have been surprised. Walder himself had fostered many bastards throughout his countless marriages.

"A man has needs." He'd said, curling his bony fingers around his ale and bringing it to his mouth. He cared little for the tears forming in your eyes. "I cannot fault him for that."

You spent the rest of the day weeping in your room with your sisters around you, murmuring comforts and trying to brighten your day.

"You'll be Lady Stark and Queen of the North soon, dear sister." One had attempted, a brush delicately going through your hair. "His mistress will be just that. A mistress."

But it hadn't been that. No, you wept because a mistress before the wedding had even been planned meant a loveless marriage where you'd have to battle for your husband's attention, battle to ensure you had his child first. You'd seen firsthand how much a loveless marriage affected a bride. Your father had many wives after the death of your own mother, each of them young and full of light that dimmed with each passing day until they were a hollow and empty shell. You wept for what could've been a happy future far from the grim place you called home.

But the sadness turned to bitterness and anger over night. The Stark's prided themselves on being loyal and honorable, sticking to their oaths and promises even if it meant putting their own happiness aside. Why couldn't Robb done that for you? Why had he taken a lover so quickly after the announcement of your incoming wedding? He hadn't cared about how shameful it would be for you. How humiliating. You'd be known as Lady (Y/N) of Winterfell, the woman who'd been cast aside before ever meeting her husband.

The wedding date had arrived sooner than later, something you loathed. You stared at the reflection in the mirror as both maids and kin tended to you. They brushed your hair, powdered your face, and tightened the wedding dress to your body while fawning over how beautiful of a wedding it'd be. They praised you at the end, gushing over how pretty of a bride you'd be. They hadn't thought to realize that Robb would be envisioning his little healer in your place when you walked down the isle.

You ensured to keep a stoic expression throughout the ceremony, not even mustering a smile for your husband when he lifted the veil and took in your appearance. His eyes, as pretty as described, had widened considerably and flickered over to the pews where his family sat. The ends of his mouth had quirked up into a smile and he muttered a soft 'my lady' before turning to the Septon. You would've scoffed if it weren't for the stare Walder gave you.

The ceremony went by in a breeze and you kept your stoic, cool composure, even when your father had lowly whispered for you to smile after being seated. He no longer had control over you. You relished in the thought. The only good thing that had allowed for you to have an appetite as Starks, Freys, and other allies celebrated. You spent most of the celebration searching for her until you noticed Catelyn Stark speaking with a young woman who stared at Robb hopelessly. Talisa, you presumed from the frankly exasperated look on Catelyn's face. She was pretty, you'd give him that.

"Are you feeling well?" Robb asked quietly and reached for your hand, delicately placing his over it and staring at you with knitted brows. You pulled your hand away swiftly and set it on your lap, eyes moving onto your beloved sisters to keep your emotions in check.

"No." You answered after a brief pause. Robb was handsome, incredibly so, but his presence alone irritated you. You had to act quick before the bedding ceremony took place, a tradition your father insisted on keeping alive. "I feel unwell, Lord Stark. I'm afraid I'll be retreating early."

"Shall I go with-"

Rising from your seat, you shook your head, still refusing to meet his eyes. "No, My Lord. That will not be necessary." You carefully lifted your dress and breezed past your father, ignoring the glare he speared into your back as you glided down the steps and toward the exit.

Slipping out into the familiar halls, you exhaled deeply and released your gown. It dragged along the stone floor, dark gray clashing with white. You itched to get out of it as soon as possible. The thought of burning it crossed your mind but it felt too childish, too improper of a lady.

"My Queen." A voice echoed down the hall and you halted. Queen of the North and Lady Stark of Winterfell. Right. Your new titles. No longer one of Walder's many overlooked daughters. You looked over your shoulder, spotting her auburn hair first, a signature trait of the Tully family. Catelyn Stark.

"My Lady." You greeted her, turning to face the older woman. She smiled sweetly, gazing at you with the warmth of a mother. Catelyn grew closer and took your hands into hers, smile turning into a shamed smile.

"I am deeply sorry for what my son has done." Her voice sounded sincere, full of guilt and shame. She shook her head. "I taught him better than that. He knows better than that. But rest assured, that woman will not cause problems for you."

You'd nearly forgotten. Eddard Stark had returned home from the war with a bastard son called Jon Snow and raised him as a trueborn alongside the rest of his children. You remembered the murmured rumors of how Catelyn detested him and had fostered a particular dislike for bastards. Perhaps that dislike extended to mistresses.

"She may share his bed, that is true. But he is my husband now, and as his wife, I have duties that I will not forget. I can assure you, Lady Stark, I will give your son an heir and do what needs to be done for House Stark to prosper, just as you have done these many years." Her eyes softened considerably, fingers lightly squeezing the palms of your hands.

"Oh, sweet child." Catelyn cooed gently and brought a hand to your cheek. You yearned for your mother's embrace, her soothing words. You pressed your lips together to keep them from trembling. "You shall make a wonderful queen and a wonderful wife. I... I will ensure Robb does his duties as husband. You need not stress over Talisa."

"I appreciate it, Lady Stark. I'm afraid I'll be heading to my- our bedchambers for the rest of the night. Please assure everyone that I am well." You pulled your hands from hers and lowered your head in respect to the monarch before turning and resuming your walk down the hall.

Another deep breath and you reached the one of the many guest bedchambers. Most of your belongings had been packed up for you, likely already sitting in Robb's tent out on the field. You dismissed the servants that offered to help you ready for bed, only agreeing to have a warm bath drawn so you could relax after the day's events.

Slipping out of your wedding dress, you watched it slump on the cool floor and stepped out of your shoes. You released your hair and ran your fingers through it as you dipped one leg into the bath and then the other. The water dug into your skin, easing away at the tension in your muscles. A soft sigh of relief escaped past your lips, shoulders dipping below the surface. You leaned your head back against the wall of the tub, eyes fluttering shut and mind forgetting about the day.

You would've stayed in the tub for the rest of the night, even slept in it, if it hadn't been for the sound of the door creaking open. Your eyes snapped open and you lifted your head, gazing down at the water as heavy boots stepped across the room. Robb passed by the tub, shedding his coat and draping it over a chair. You brought your knees up to your chest when he turned.

"I thought you would've been asleep by now." He spoke softly, undoing the buttons of his vest. "Are you feeling better?"

The consummation. You nearly grimaced. "No."

"Should I call for a maester?"

"It's likely nerves, My Lord."

"We're husband and wife now. You may call me Robb." He gave a boyish smile and you turned to look at the towel perfectly folded on the stool beside you. You reached for it and let it unravel outside of the tub, eyes jumping back to the Stark. Robb's fingers had paused on the last button, attention trained fully on you but when he noticed the icy look, he turned his back. You stood, the water sloshing around as you dried yourself and retrieved a nightgown.

"I would like to sleep in my old room tonight. It's likely the last time I'll see it."

"I'd like to believe that, (Y/N). But I am no fool. I am your husband, you may speak openly with me." Your jaw clenched at his words. He claimed to be no fool yet remained oblivious to your anger. "And I hope you'll grow comfortable enough to sleep at my side."

Picking up a candle, you lifted it to the lantern keeping the room lit and pulled away once the fire flickered onto the end of the wax. "I believe your lover would prefer otherwise, My Lord. I bid you goodnight."

He blinked. "(Y/N)-"

"I bid you goodnight."

[axelsagewrites]

Can i request a Robb Stark x wife reader x Talisa Maegyr threesome smut?. Reader and Robb have a threesome with Talisa, but reader gets left out (not on purpose) so she sneaks out of the room.

Robb Stark*Attention You Deserve

Pairing: Robb Stark x Tailsa Maeger x afab!reader

Word count: 1598

Warnings: mentions of war, mentions of injury, f!recieving oral, nipple play, threesome mxfxf, feeling left out, insecurity, smut 18+

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With war raging hard and the constant battles stress was at an all-time high, so you explored different stress relief options with your husband, Robb. At first all the pent-up stress turned into angrily smashing up bushes and trees with your swords, then later drinking, and now, well, now you fucked.

It truly was the best stress reliever of them all. Considering all the atrocious things happening outside your tent what happened inside the tent could get very hot and heavy quickly. Honestly at this point you screwed Robb more times in a day than you ate. Not that you were complaining.

Right now, fighting was far from your mind as a healer, Talisa, helped you with the gash across your arm from a Lannister stray arrow. Robb was beside himself when you got hurt, insisting you return to the North. “I’m no safer in Winterfell than here,” you said, grimacing as Talisa applied lotion to your wound.

“Keep a close eye on that,” you heard the king instruct in a low murmur to her, as if you could not hear him.

Over the next week she really did. She checked your wound each morning and night, applied her lotions with a gentle touch and a sweet smile, and even made you laugh a few times. Seeing how quickly your injury had healed almost made you sad as you had less of an excuse to see her.

Robb had begun to notice the lingering stares you gave her, but he didn’t mind. After all, back in Winterfell it hadn’t been uncommon to invite a third party into the bed for a night. You couldn’t help the light blush on your cheeks when he suggested it to you in a hush whisper in bed that night. “Only if she wants to,” you insisted after eventually agreeing.

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When Talisa showed up to your tent that night you couldn’t help but be a bit nervous. After all it had been some months since you shared your husband, though the prospect was quite thrilling. She snuck in after the soldiers had all fell fast asleep with a light smile. “Your graces,” she curtsied.

“There’s no need for titles here,” Robb smiled softly, approaching her cautiously before taking her hands, “We are all equals in this room tonight, okay?” he asked staring deeply into her eyes. She nodded, a dumb struck look in her eyes, “Use your words,”

“Yes, sir,” she said softly, before leaning up to kiss him. The kiss was passionate but brief as Talisa pulled away to put her attentions on you. Her rough hands cupped your cheeks, slowly pulling your lips to hers until they melted together.

Your hands slipped to her hips, guiding her closer to the bed. Robb stood behind her, unlacing her dress which you soon pushed over her shoulders. Gods she was gorgeous. You laid her down, laying beside her so your fingers could softly brush across her nipples making her moan softly into the kiss.

You heard Robbs tunic hit the floor with a soft thud before feeling the furs dip as he laid on her other side. She broke the kiss, taking his lips captive now as her hand grasped yours. Their kiss was more passionate though so instead you moved your lips to her shoulder, kissing along it gently till you reached her collar bones. You wanted to go further but her hand had dropped yours, moving instead to Robb’s hair.

It was the first time you’d felt a pang of jealousy since your courting days. You tried to push it to the side but with her body turned you had barely any contact with her let alone your husband. Robb pulled away, her lips chased his but instead he turned to you with a grin, leaning over her to kiss you.

He broke the kiss far too soon for your liking. His lips moving to kiss her tits and down her stomach. You felt your core ache as he kissed her thighs. Her head turned to you. You brushed the hair out her face, leaning down to kiss her but Talisa suddenly pulled away when Robb placed an open kiss to her cunt. Her lips parted, a small moan leaving them. you tried to chase them but the longer it went on the less it seemed you were needed as you noticed your husband grinding himself down into the bed for friction. When you tried to play with her tits she gasped, pushing your hands away as it all must have been too sensitive.

As you lay there you realised you were the only one still dressed and the only one not having any fun. You felt tears welling behind your eyes. You’d done this before, but this time felt so different. Especially when they did not notice you stand and didn’t hear you leaving due to her moans.

Your feet carried you away quickly so no one would notice the tears slowly spilling down your cheeks. If anyone had seen, you leave and heard the noises they would easily assume the worst and you couldn’t have that. Robb’s honour didn’t need to be sullied because of your insecurity. Grey wind had been laying outside the tent and followed you as you walked out so you weren’t worried about bringing a guard anyway.

Instead, you perched yourself on one of the fallen trees the men had sat upon when eating supper and stared into the starry sky as the dire wolf sat his head in your lap. “My queen,” the voice made you jump, quickly whipping the tears away as you turned to see one of the Karstark boys who had been on guard tonight. Worry was etched on his face, “Is everything alright?”

“Quite alright yes,” you said with a forced smile, “Just one of those nights,” you tried to brush off.

“I could stay your grace,” he stuttered, he mustn’t have been older than eighteen and white as a sheet, “To protect you, or company if you need- “

“That’s alright,” you assured him, stroking the wolf’s head “I have my own personal guard tonight, Though thank you for your valour, it is always appreciated.” He nodded curtly, looking into the distance but not moving, “Perhaps you should return to your post?” you gently suggested.

He nodded quickly, turning to leave mumbling a thousand goodnights. Your attention turned back to the sky as tears now fell again. A few minutes must have past when you heard twigs crunching behind you. “Lord Karstark, I assure you- “you sighed, turning around but stopping when you caught sight of Robb.

He was more dishevelled than usual, his hair a mess and a cloak hastily thrown on over his shirt and trousers, “You left,” he said, face scrunched in confusion.

Your eyebrow raised, “You noticed?” you asked before turning your attention back to grey wind.

“Of course, I did,” he said, rushing to sit beside you, “Are you okay? Why did you go?”

“I wasn’t needed,” you said, choking back the tears again when you faced him.

His shoulders deflated and he tried to reach for your hand, but you pulled it back, “Of course you were. I always need you,”

“Really? Cause you seemed quite satisfied with just her,”

“I was just trying to make her comfortable, like you asked,” he said, trying to make eye contact but you kept looking away, “Was it me? Did I do something? -“

“It was both of you,” you snapped, “She basically pushed me away and you jumped right into it with her, and I was just sat there! Fully clothed and pushed to the side,”

Robb shuffled closer despite your protests, putting his arms around you, “I didn’t mean to,” he murmured into your skin, his head dropped into the crook of your shoulder, “I’m so sorry my love. We just got carried away. When she told me you were gone, we stopped instantly- “

“She told you?” you said, not sure whether to be angry he hadn’t noticed or grateful she had.

“Yes, I couldn’t really see,” he admitted, his cheeks going red, “But that’s my fault,” he said as he grabbed your hands, “I should’ve noticed, I should’ve made sure you were okay. You are always my priority,”

You sighed, allowing Robb to hug you tighter as he kissed your shoulder, mumbling how sorry he was. Then you heard more footsteps approaching. “Your graces?” Talisa’s voice was sheepish as she approached. “Is everything okay?” she asked.

Robb looked at you before he answered, “Maybe you should- “

“She can sit,” you said, cutting him off. She did as you said as you gathered your thoughts, “I’m sorry, I should not have run off- “

“Don’t apologise,” Talisa said, reaching out for your hand, “Its my fault for pushing you away. I didn’t mean to I was just- “she stopped as her skin grew red, “too in my own world. I am truly sorry,”

“You don’t need to be,” you mumbled.

“But I am,” she said, squeezing your hand gently, “You have no idea how much I looked forward to spending tonight with you, both of you but you especially my queen,”

“Then truly I have ruined this,” you sighed.

“Not at all,” Robb said, kissing your cheek, “In fact why don’t we make it up to you?” Talisa noddled eagerly at his idea. “Show you the attention you deserve,” that mischievous spark was back behind his eyes. It made you shudder with excitement. You were in for a long night indeed.

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[inncorrect-starklings]

Talisa: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Robb: You are my reward.

*meanwhile*

Jon: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Val: True, you can be really difficult at times.

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The king now lies on a bed of stone. Without a crown, without a home.

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Water Lilly (Part 2)

Robb Stark x Frey!Reader (F)

Enemies To Lovers

Summary: Y/N Frey, is the youngest daughter of Walder Frey, here she converses with her newly wed Husband and learns her place as his wife and what she believes is a burden.

note: i’m mostly building for now, introducing you to OC’s and now we have proper conversations w Robb.

edit: lmao forgot i was writing an enemies to lovers. dw enemies will be more prevalent.

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The tent walls flapped with the bitter wind as Y/N sat alone in her quarters, huddled under furs. Outside, the camp bustled with activity; soldiers shouted orders, horses’ hooves stamped against frozen ground, and the clanging of swords echoed under a dim, cloudy sky. Robb’s army had pitched camp farther south, closer to the front lines, and the distant drums of war thrummed in the air. Yet within her tent, there was only the stillness, heavy as stone.

A month into this marriage, and she was still a stranger to her husband. They exchanged polite greetings when they crossed paths the occasional nod, a formal “Good morning, my lady,” or a brief “Sleep well” but those words felt thin, like brittle ice that would shatter under any real weight. Robb spent most of his time with the troops, strategizing and commanding. Or with Talisa.

The knowledge of his mistress had stung more than you cared to admit. Talisa Maegyr, the beautiful healer from Volantis, had captivated him from the first day. Word of Robb’s infidelity swept through camp like wildfire, as gossip does, leaving Irene feeling raw and humiliated. Robb’s nights were spent not in her tent, but in Talisa’s, the two of them wrapped in a warmth and intimacy that he’d offer only a glimpse off during your bedding ceremony.

You took a slow breath, pressing a hand to your stomach. You hadn’t felt well for days, your body unsteady, your appetite faint, but it had only been that morning that she recognized what the faint ache in her stomach truly meant. She was carrying Robb’s child their child, and a quick trip with the Maester confirmed all suspicions.

A swell of fear rose within you, twisting with sorrow. She was alone, and Robb Stark did not love you. And now you would have a child, an heir to the North, though you had never felt so far from it. The world outside was dangerous and bloody, and you had no certainty that Robb would even care to claim the child they had created together.

A sound at the entrance broke Y/N’s thoughts. Her guard, Ser Alec, stepped inside, his tanned face etched with concern as he regarded her. He was a tall, steady presence, his dark Dorneish eyes sharp and warm with familiarity. Alec had been by her side since her childhood, always a loyal protector and one of the few friends she truly had left.

“My lady,” he said, bowing his head slightly, “you look… troubled. Are you well?”

You force a small smile, though it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Alec, I’ve been better.”

He steps closer, his gaze softening, the warmth in his eyes the closest thing to comfort you’ve felt in weeks. “Tell me,” he says gently.

Your breath trembles as you meet his gaze, and words begin to spill out, unbidden and raw. “I feel… alone here. Trapped, really.” You draw in a sharp breath, pressing a hand to your stomach almost without thinking. “I’ve found myself with child, Alec.”

His expression flickers with surprise, then with understanding, a deep compassion softening the sharp edges of his face. “A child?” he murmurs. He reaches out, hesitates, then gently takes your hand. “That’s wonderful news, my lady,” he says, though you can see the worry flickering in his eyes.

“It is,” you whisper, trying to hold back the wave of conflicting emotions. “And yet, I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this. Robb barely acknowledges me. He lies in Talisa’s bed every night as if I were nothing more than… than a treaty.” You feel your voice falter, and you close your eyes, willing yourself to stay composed. “How am I meant to raise a child when its father is… is barely even mine?”

Ser Alec’s face darkens, his mouth tightening. “He is a fool, my lady. A fool to treat you like this. You deserve more than cold greetings and a hollow bed.”

You glance down, hiding the blush that rises in your cheeks. Ser Alec’s words have always been kind. When you look back up, he’s still holding your hand, his expression a mixture of concern and fierce loyalty.

“Thank you, Alec,” you whisper, voice catching. He is something solid in a world of chaos. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Just then, a sharp voice cuts through the quiet of the tent. “Am I interrupting?”

You both turn to find Robb standing in the entrance, his gaze icy and unreadable, taking in the scene with a slight clench to his jaw. You quickly pull your hand back from Alec’s, stepping back.

Alec bows his head to Robb, stepping away from you but keeping his posture respectful. “My lord,” he says, voice calm but cool. “I was only ensuring the lady’s well-being.”

“Thank you, Ser Alec,” Robb says, his tone laced with an edge. “I can take care of my wife from here.”

Alec’s eyes meet yours, a question lingering there, as if asking whether you truly wish to be left alone. But you nod faintly, trying to reassure him even as unease twists within you. With a stiff bow, Alec murmurs, “My lady,” before stepping past Robb and out of the tent, leaving you alone with your husband.

For a moment, there’s only silence between you and Robb, the tension thick as frost on a winter morning. He doesn’t approach you immediately, his gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder, his mouth set in a hard line.

After a moment, he breaks the silence, his tone cold and laced with a hint of accusation. “You seem… well-guarded,” he says, the words sharp enough to sting. “I hope Ser Alec isn’t needed for more than what’s expected of him.”

You take a slow, steadying breath, willing yourself not to snap. “Alec has been with me since I was a child,” you reply, your voice soft but firm. “He’s my friend, Robb. Nothing more.”

Robb nods, but the jealousy remains evident in the hard lines of his expression. The silence stretches again, heavy and uncomfortable, until you feel the weight of the words you must say pressing on you, desperate to be released.

“Robb…” You hesitate, unsure how he will take the news. But this is not something you can keep to yourself, nor something you should. “I’m with child.”

His face shifts, a flicker of surprise breaking through his cold exterior, followed quickly by something softer, almost hesitant. The hardness in his gaze melts as he processes the news, and he swallows, his jaw relaxing. Slowly, the hint of a smile pulls at the corners of his mouth, tentative, almost vulnerable.

“A child?” he echoes, his voice quiet, as though testing the word on his tongue.

You nod, and for a brief moment, you see the young man beneath the weight of command, the boy who perhaps dreamed of family, of something beyond the battlefield. He steps forward, his hand hovering near your stomach as though he’s unsure if he should touch you.

When you nod again, he gently places his hand on your belly, the warmth of his palm sinking through the fabric of your gown. His gaze softens further, his fingers resting lightly, reverently, as if afraid the slightest pressure would break the fragile moment.

“A son… or a daughter,” he says quietly, his voice edged with wonder. “Ours.”

You watch him, studying the flickers of emotion crossing his face. It’s the first time you’ve seen him like this unguarded, stripped of the command and the anger, and for a heartbeat, you feel a swell of hope. Perhaps this child could be a bridge between you, a chance to bring you closer to him, to soften the wall that’s grown between you since the day you wed.

But as quickly as it appeared, his expression fades, and the coldness slips back over him like a familiar cloak. He removes his hand, his face hardening with the weight of duty and the responsibilities that loom over him.

“You’ll be well cared for, of course,” he says, stepping back and folding his arms. “Anything you need, you’ll have it.”

A pang of disappointment settles in your chest, but you manage a nod. “Thank you, my lord.”

He lingers a moment longer, as if wanting to say more, but then turns sharply and strides toward the tent’s exit. Just before he leaves, he glances back, his expression caught somewhere between duty and regret.

“Rest well, Irene,” he murmurs, his voice gentler than before. Then, without another word, he’s gone, leaving you alone once again, with only the ghost of his touch on your belly and the faint hope that someday he might see you as something more than his silent bride.

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Game of Thrones:

Robb Stark/Talisa Maegyr

Robb Stark/Theon Greyjoy

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Yennefer/Geralt

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Warrior in a Suit | Scandal Westeros

Sarella Sand x Robb Stark

"I've made my choice."

His lips traced a torturous trail up her shoulder, punctuating with a nip of teeth that made her swallow a moan. Not that it did any good. Her hips were already canting up, seeking friction from his zipper.

"Robb…" She willed herself to focus. To be authoritative. But her voice was something between a keen and whimper. "This," she emphasized, "isn't the choice."

There had been three photos on the desk: Desmera Redwyne, Roslin Frey, and Dr. Talisa Maegyr. Were he in his right mind, he'd pick the doctor—an olive-skinned stunner on track to lead the pediatric surgery department at Mudd Memorial. But he'd cleared the desk in a single swipe and placed her on top of it.

"The fuck it isn't."

Then he pressed his clothed body between her legs, giving her exactly what she needed, and she wasn't in her right mind either.

"This," he rocked into the answering swivel of her hips, "is where I want to be. This…" His mouth found hers in a heated tangle of tongues that invited her to take more of him, as much as she could stand.

"This is real. I'll play pretend when I'm finished."

on AO3

[incorrectstarkfamily]

Robb, with their child: You're going to hate me when you're a teenager. But I love you so much. I'm scared! It's not fair! I'll be a cool Dad, you can do drugs if you want. A little cocaine.

Talisa: Give me that baby.

[crying-over-spilled-feels]

The Queen’s Protectors

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters; they belong to George R. R. Martin and HBO. This work is purely for entertainment and not for monetary gain. Based on the drabble prompt: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

Word Count: 200

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“Off!” Robb Stark loudly says, gesturing to the floor of his tent.

The direwolf lying on the bed of furs stands, his grey fur bristling as he snarls at his master.

“Grey Wind, what has gotten into you?” the King of the North demands, wondering why his faithful companion will not allow him into the bed.

“He’s just trying to protect me, Robb,” Talisa smiles sweetly, one hand resting on her rounding stomach and the other stroking the direwolf’s head.

“I’m your husband. It’s my job,” the heir of the Starks reminds, rolling his eyes as Grey Wind continues to stand between him and his wife.

“Well, Grey Wind doesn’t know that. He just knows I’m part of your pack now and is trying to help keep me safe,” the new Queen of the North reasons, patting the direwolf on his side. “Down,” she softly commands, and Grey Wind jumps off the furs only to rest on the floor beside Talisa’s side of the bed.

“You never cease to amaze me,” Robb smiles, coming over and taking Talisa’s hands in his own as he strokes her growing belly. “I love you,” he emphasizes, passionately crashing his lips against his wife’s.

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Author’s Note: And there it is! My second Game of Thrones story is done! (The first one can be found under my previous pen-name Outsiders Obsessor, which was the name of my first account on FanFiction.net all those years ago when I started.) I absolutely adored the pairing of Talisa x Robb, so let us say I was absolutely gutted when I saw the Red Wedding episode. Due to the fact that I was so young when Game of Thrones was first airing, I am just now watching the episodes. I do believe I have only watched up to Season 4, but I have all of the seasons on DVD because I bought them off of Amazon in a box set for my 19th birthday in 2019. However, Nursing school has gotten in my way of watching the episodes as quickly as I would like. If you would like to see more of this pairing from me, just let me know; I’d be happy to write more for them! Any prompts that are not extremely explicit will be allowed if desired. Have a wonderful day, afternoon, or night, dear readers; until next time!

[jojoqin]

Ok but I actually liked Talisa.

Yea maybe she really had no purpose other than to be Robb's wife but, a hot lady taking charge of the wounded? Sweet but talks shit when she wants to? AND gave up nobility to help people??

Like damn, I would've fallen in love too.

[bumblesimagines]

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."

[riderj123]

Countdown to 1r0n anniversary (29/73) - favourite moment in every episode: Edmure and Roslin’s wedding - The Rains of Castamere (3x09)

You’re a delight to me, my lady. - Edmure Tully

[inncorrect-starklings]

Talisa: You're cooking?

Robb: Yup!

Talisa: Are you sure that's a good idea after last time? You looked really creepy without eyebrows.

[valsnotgothstuff]

talisa is such a y/n character

[bluemoon-nymph]

"If happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding you like this."

-Payphone by Maroon 5