#modern!robb stark x you

[daenysx]

begging for a crumb of robb stark content 🧎

haha i've been waiting for this!! <3333

here are some headcanons for modern!robb stark;

you're the first person he talks to every morning and the last person every night

if he can't call he'll definitely text you, no matter what happens he never wants you to be worried

his favorite mornings include having you in his bed

he wakes up an hour earlier than he has to, to see you in his arms and love you right during the first hours of the day

he learned how you like your breakfast and how you take your coffee on your first date.

he likes taking his time during breakfast, he likes sitting you on the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in your hand as he prepares breakfast

modern!robb is MAD for seeing you in his clothes

especially his old college football team t-shirts

and his huge hoodies

he works in their family company with jon

he likes having fun with jon so much in the office, it makes him feel less stressed and more into his job

he's always respectful for everyone who works in the office

but when things don't go the way he wants, he gets nervous

he doesn't like talking about the problem first, he tries to handle things by himself if he can

modern!robb is the type of guy who likes finishing everything off before he leaves the work, he doesn't like seeing unfinished things on his table when he comes back in the morning

no matter how busy he is with work, he'll definitely make time for you

coffee dates, lunch dates, dinner dates, late night drives

you like staying over in his apartment the most

it's so comfy, robb made room for your clothes in his wardrobe and emptied a huge drawer for your skin care essentials in the bathroom

he uses the shampoo and the shower gel you picked for him

he doesn't like using blankets, claiming he's a stark and he never gets cold, but he has a huge fluffy blanket for you in his living room

modern!robb is the definition of big brother, with jon

always looks out for his younger siblings

he likes making fun of sansa's boyfriends to make her smile but if one of them ever upsets his baby sister he'll make them regret

catelyn stark is so proud of his boy

modern!robb has been the perfect son since he was a child, it puts a lot of pressure on him and he still can get afraid sometimes

but he knows how to handle problems better now

(ned stark supports his boys so much and he's really proud even though he likes to keep his emotions subtle)

modern!robb is a deep sleeper

he's the softest when he's asleep

it's hard to wake him up but he can definitely sense when you move too much or leave the bed

he seeks for you in his sleep

he doesn't like too many layers between you, so he sleeps with his chest bare no matter how hot or cold it is

modern!robb likes it very much when you ask for his opinion on something about your make up

he likes picking up the color of your lipstick and kissing your lips after you applied, to annoy you

he likes holding hands under the dinner table

and keeping his hand on your thigh when he drives

he likes when you read him your favorite bits of a book in the quiet moments of midnight

if you're gonna watch a movie, you're the one who picks it, robb will probably fall asleep halfway

he LOVES feeling your fingertips on his scalp

he also loves how you're so good at finding the sore muscles of his back without much effort

he likes every type of kiss because you're the one giving them but

neck kisses!

he likes neck kisses so so so much

and whispers against his ear

kissing the soft skin below his ear as you tell him you love him

he fell first and he fell harder

he feels so lucky to be with you and he makes sure you know how much he cares about your relationship every day

i mean, i don't know how many times i can say that but robb stark is the perfect guy and he literally deserves the world

[luvinescent]

Stealing Time

Pairing: Modern!Robb Stark x fem!Reader

Summary: Weddings should be an event full of joy and happiness for everyone involved. Especially for the bride and groom, who are the main focal point of it all. So, what is the reason for celebrations if they both have gone missing?

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, sexual content, smut, p in v, dirty talk, etc.

Word count: 3933

Additional: M/H/N stands for Maid of Honors Name.

A soft melody of a strong quartet could be heard through the air like a soft breeze as more guests continued to arrive. The venue was decorated with fairy lights that cascaded down, a crystal chandelier in the middle of it all, creating an inviting and dreamy atmosphere. The celebratory music pulsated on the dance floor, enticing visitors to sway and swirl in a joyful celebration. The air was filled with laughter and lively discussions that mixed with the sound of glasses clinking as toasts were being offered in honor of the newlyweds.

The only problem was that neither one of them were present in the room.

Catelyn Stark, mother of the groom, stood scanning the room next to the wedding planner— a young girl who looked to be on the verge of pulling out her hair. Catelyn could hear the small anxious mutters of “we’re off schedule now” as the girl kept analyzing the clipboard she held in her hand. Excusing herself from the girl and her husband, Catelyn went towards the hallways connecting to the venue. She was stopped in her travels by a distant relative on her husbands’ side, smiling at the old man.

��Catelyn!” he greeted heartily. “Where is that boy of yours? I haven’t seen him or the new Mrs.”. He let out a great laugh, holding onto his rounded beer belly for support. Catelyn returned the laugh, nodding at his question, “I was just about to go get him. I’ll be right back”.

She turned around; the sound of her heels clicking on the shiny floor echoed, causing any guests in her path to quickly shift aside. Catelyn walked with a confident stance, her chin up, shoulders back, and a big smile covering her face. A smile that was very deceiving and Jon Snow knew this when she came faced with him.

“Where is your brother?”

He stared wide eyed at her, caught off guard by her presence and her question. His face was a ballet of nervousness, revealing the false confidence he was trying so hard to keep up. “I-I, uh… I don’t know...”, Jon shrugged his shoulder, wincing a little at the look she gave him. Catelyn smacked her lips, grabbing a hold of Jons ear, “Don’t lie to me. Where is Robb? The nerve of that boy! Disappearing at his own wedding, and you covering for him. I thought I raised you both better than this!”. The entire time, the bride’s maid of honor had stood next to Jon, witnessing him get a scolding from his mother, but Catelyn could care less about his embarrassment. Before Catelyn could continue her interrogation, she was stopped by the sound of a familiar voice within her distance. “Have you seen Y/N?”.

Turning around, Catelyn saw the mother of the bride asking a family member before she turned and saw her. “Oh, Cat!”, the mother rushed towards her, “Have you seen my daughter? I can’t find her anywhere”.

Putting back on that wide smile, Catelyn turned her head to Jon and the maid of honor. “What a coincidence. I can’t seem to find my son either.”

The two looked like deer’s caught in headlights. Both their words jumbled out fast, inaudible to the human ear. Thinking fast, M/H/N leaped into action, her words both a hasty attempt and holding a somewhat truth to them. “Y/N went to go change from her wedding gown to her reception dress”. Jon nodded vigorously in agreement at her explanation, “A-And Robb wanted to change his shoes”. M/H/N whipped her neck and gave Jon a glare, his add on not helping as Robb did not bring extra shoes. Y/N’s mother did not have time to question any of what they said—being brisked away to go greet a great aunt.

Catelyn stood in front of the two adults once again. She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by their statements.

“Y/N went to go change?”

“Yes”, M/H/N said instantly.

“And Robb went to go change his shoes?”

“Yes”, now it was Jon.

“…and they went together?”

“…yes”, they both replied. Humming to herself, she continued observing them, knowing very well they were hiding something. “How long ago did they leave?”. They once again exchanged looks with one another, face flushed with embarrassment, “Uh, not that long ago…they’ll be here soon”. Catelyn’s skepticism deepened, her eyes darting from M/H/N awkward performance to Jon’s increasingly guilty expression. Letting out a sigh and rubbing her temples, she turned to return to the party, “Fine”.

With one hand tangled in his auburn curls, you panted against Robb’s lips, “mm you’re insane”. Robb chose to ignore your words, his lips choosing to instead attack your neck and his fingers gripping hard on your thigh— surely to leave bruises come morning. Craning your neck back for more easy access, you tried reasoning, “they’re probably looking for us now—“. You couldn’t even finish your sentence, his cock having thrusted into your walls so deep it left you gasping for air, “f-Fuck, Robb!”

He groaned against your neck, his hips moving in rhythm against yours, “Who cares what they’re doing when I get to have you like this to all to myself”.  You almost bit your tongue when his hand slipped between the two of you, fingers rubbing at your sweet spot, “Fuck, I love it when you moan my name”.

It was almost close to an hour ago when your maid of honor took you to change out of your wedding dress into your reception dress. Coming out of the dressing room, you were met with both your newly brother-in-law and newly husband. While M/H/N and Jon engaged in some conversation about the band arriving soon, Robb and you took to wrapping each other up in arms. With a huge grin on his face, he planted small kisses all over your face, “My gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, wife”. Laughing at how his stubble tickled against your face, you laid your palm up against his cheek, “Aye, watch the makeup”, quickly giving him a kiss on the lips before pulling away and looking into his blue eyes, “but thank you my very handsome, good-looking, very very very attractive husband”. You two shared a moment of silence and intense gaze before you both broke out in giggles, capturing each other’s lips in one another, moving tendering and deeply. Pulling away, Robb stared down at you, both love in his eyes but also a hint of something else.

“You know you really do look gorgeous. You look equally as beautiful in this dress as you did in your wedding dress”. You thanked him once again but gave him a puzzled look when he said he had other opinions, however.

“And what other opinions are those?”, you said, smiling while waving at a cousin who just entered the building. Turning back to Robb, you noticed the way his eyes had slightly shifted in emotion; something more carnal behind them. Bending down his head towards your ear, he whispered softly, “If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have you naked with my head between your thighs”. His voice brought chills up your spine as he blew a soft gust of air on your earlobe before going back to height. Biting your lip and playing with his tie, you titled your head to the side and chuckled softly “You would, huh?”. His only reply was a nod, watching your every move like hawk and gulping as your fingers started to trail along his neck now. Robb was being unfair; he knew just how much his words had an effect on you. But yours did too. Bringing him down by his tie, you’d thought best to return his teasing—fighting fire with fire.

Slowly, you leaned up, “…I want you inside of me. I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now”. You could hear his breath hitch behind his closed mouth. Both of you were once again stuck in an intense stare down, this time only desire and want in your gazes. You were quick to fix yourself up, distancing yourself a bit from Robb and plastering on an innocent smile as more guests arrived, “Hi. Thank you for coming”. You snickered to yourself; feeling Robbs eyes on your back as he hadn’t moved a single inch from his spot. Jon and M/H/N ended their conversation and turned to face you both, nodding their head in the direction of the main area, “Alright, let’s get going”.

You took one single step before Robb came up behind you, grabbing you by your forearm and pushing you towards his chest. “Actually”, he started, “Y/N told me her dress is bothering her”. M/H/N had stepped up, examining you from head to toe, “Oh, let me help— “. Robb had interrupted her by raising his hand and shaking his head, “No, it’s fine. I got it. Besides, we want to spend some quiet time together, don’t we babe?”. Looking up at him, you quickly assessed the situation and nodded along, “R-right, yeah. We’ll be right back. You guys go and have fun. Who cares about us anyways.”

Jon and M/H/N didn’t have time to argue back— the new couple running down the halls of the building, hand in hand with laughter being echoed throughout it. Jon tsked his tongue, shouting at his brother and sister-in-law who were still in view, “What do you mean who cares about you guys?! This is your wedding!”. They both turned to flip Jon off, turning the corner and disappearing to the next connecting hall. Sighing, Jon rubbed his face as M/H/N came to stand next to him in silence.

“You know there was nothing wrong with her dress”. “… Yeah”.

And that’s how you found yourself with Robb in some random office room in the building of your wedding reception. Robb’s patience was running low as he pushed you up against the wall and against the corner of what some seemed to be some bookshelf. Both your lips hungrily going at each other very frantically. A loud moan was swallowed by his mouth when his fingers went down, pushing your panties to the side and starting to play with your wet folds and opening. Wasting no time, you trailed your hands down towards his belt, quickly trying to undo it. Robb pulled away entirely from you, using the distance to unbutton a bit of his dress shirt and to take off his belt. Breathing heavily, you grabbed him back down by the neck for another kiss, biting his lip and sucking on his tongue. Pulling away, you raised an eyebrow at Robb with a smirk present on your face and his lips darkened and wet with saliva, “I’m almost positive this kind of tradition is reserved for tonight. You know, after the reception, not during”. Robb laughed slightly, pushing up against you and grabbing a hold of your thigh, wrapping your leg around his waist while the other stood for balance. His other hand was used to bunch up the fabric of your white party dress and to pull down one of its straps. “What can I say”, he bit along your neck, “you’re just so damn beautiful. So damn sexy. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back when I saw you walking down that aisle”. His lips returned to yours. This kiss was messy with teeth almost clashing and tongues fighting. Both your hands were everywhere they could be felt; his on your thighs, ass, hips, breasts, and yours on his chest, neck, and back. Pulling away, Robb looked at you from head to toe and gave you a teasing smile, “And what’s all this?”. With both your body movements and clothes shifting, Robb had finally taken noticed of the white lace lingerie you had underneath the entire time of both your wedding dress and your reception dress. Rolling your eyes, you gave him a pointed look, “It was supposed to be for tonight. Way to ruin the surprise”.  He pouted mockingly at you and let out a small chuckle, kissing your forehead before his previous lustful look returned, “We can keep it on for now. And for tonight, I’ll just pretend it’s my first time seeing it”.

The way he spoke and stared at you had sent something straight to your burning core and had made you shifted closer to him unconsciously. “Such a gentleman”, you spoke running a thumb along his bottom lip and started kissing him again. With his belt already undone, it only took a few seconds to push down his clothing layers just enough to free his cock. As a brief warning, sliding your panties to the side, he slid his tip through your wet folds for a couple seconds. The whine you let out was all he needed before he pushed entirely inside you. You gasped loudly and screwed your eyes shut as Robb gave you a few seconds to adjust to the sudden fullness. Shaking your head, you bit down on your lip, “Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough”. Robb wasted no time, gripping your thigh and fucking deeply into you, “Ah, fuck”, he moaned out, “you feel so fucking good. My good girl. My fucking wife”. He moved his lips along your collarbone, groaning and biting down. “Mm, fuck” you muffled out as your pussy clenched around his hard cock with every thrust he made. Robb took a second to look down, watching the way you took him in and your sleek and arousal that coated him every time he reentered. He was in heaven. Looking back up, you stared at Robb whose pupils were dilated in rapture with a little sweat coating his forehead. You probably looked the same to him as well. Your standing leg was starting to lose balance, causing you to slightly shift. Robb was quick to grab a hold of you, causing the tip of his cock to hit your most sensitive spot and just what he was looking for. “Hmm!”, you moaned out, “fuck Robb, right there!”, you truly felt like you were seeing stars. He started to fuck into you even faster and harder, increasing his movements, your pussy clenching even more, indicating your release. Eyes rolling back, you let your head fall back against the wall as you let out a mixture of curse words, moans, and Robbs’ name. Your body filled with warmth and pleasure, trembling as Robb held onto you and continued trying to reach his own climax. His movements were starting to get sloppy; you knew he was reaching his dissolve soon. However, he had to stop his movements abruptly; the doorknob to the room shaking vigorously.

Despite having locked the door beforehand, it was Robb’s natural reflex to reach over and hold onto the knob. At the same time doing so, he had let out a groan, and you a squeak as he slightly pushed you with his body. You were caught off balance but were able to hold onto the corner of the bookshelf, giving Robb a glare while he raised his finger up to his lip.

“Is somebody in there?”

Both your eyes widened in mutual shock; mouths agape as you two exchanged a horrified glance. You both recognized that voice as Robb’s Aunt Lysa.

She started banging harshly on the door now, “I know that someone is in there. I can hear you! This is a private event! If the cops need to be called, I have no problem- “.

“It’s me Aunt Lysa”, Robb spoke out, slightly cringing. Your face was flushed red; both because of your current activities and because of shame. Looking down, Robb’s left hand still had your thigh wrapped around his waist and his cock still buried inside you.

“Robb?”, Lysa questioned, “Is that you? Your mother has been looking everywhere for you! What are you doing in there?”

Robb gave you a once-over before clearing his throat, “I’m just…changing”. Your grip on the shelf was losing itself, causing you to readjust and move — which caused you to slightly sink down onto Robb’s cock. He was quick to bite his lip to stop the moan coming from his mouth, almost drawing blood in the process. Robb knew you too well and covered your mouth with his hand, knowing you would do the same. The only probably was that he wasn’t as quick.

“Now, hold on,” Lysa loudly said from the other side of the door, “I can hear another person in there and it sounds like a woman. Robb Stark you may be my nephew but I swear to God if you’re doing what I think your doing - “

“It’s me Mrs. Arryn”, you finally spoke out too. There was a moment of silence from the other end before Lysa started speaking again, “Oh, Y/N. Of course… Your mother was also looking for you…”. There was some awkwardness to her tone as you tried your best to clean up the situation, “I’m just changing too. Robb’s helping me”. Another awkward silence passed, “Of course he is…”. You and Robb gave each other a side glance; it was clear she didn’t believe you two and knew what you two were really doing. “Well”, Lysa began, “I best let you two get back to uh…changing…oh, um, where are the bathrooms?”. Robb was the one to answer her question, “On the other side of the building”. With a quick thank you and goodbye, you could hear the distant sound of her heels from the other side before she was gone entirely.

Turning back to Robb, you slapped his chest, groaning into your hands, “Ughhhh, that was so embarrassing”. He only laughed, making you peek at him from the gaps of your fingers. “What are you laughing at? You heard her; our parents are looking for us, so we better go”. Robb’s only response was to kiss you sloppy, pushing back once more inside you. You gasped into his mouth, his tongue playing with yours. Robb then pulled out of you completely, making you whimper from the sudden emptiness. Grabbing you by the forearm, he dragged you towards the desk in the room, bending you over it, pushing your dress up and your panties down— exposing yourself fully to him. He caressed your ass before smacking it hard; making you huff, “Let them wait a few more minutes”, his fingers played along your glistening folds. Standing up behind you, he pushed himself back into you, thrusting in, and out, and in again. Each time rougher than the other as he stretched out your cunt. Grabbing ahold of your hair and arching your back for him, he spoke into your ear, “This is our special day, isn’t it?”. Your only answer was a loud moan, his fingers being placed in your mouth to suck on. “Besides, I’m not fully done with you”.

About twenty minutes later (some of which took up of M/H/N fixing your makeup and concealing your bite marks), you and Robb entered the main room holding arms. Guests were raising their glasses up to you in cheers— some already clearly starting to get tipsy. A close friend of yours came up to you both, hugging you and giving you your congrats while Robb shook hands with her boyfriend. Once they pulled away and moved aside, you both had clear sight across the room of the one person who was looking for you two the most: Catelyn Stark. To make matters worse, she was also conversing with her sister; both whispering and giving you two the side eye.

“Crap” both you and Robb said in unison, watching Catelyn with her wrath make her way towards you. Your sight was cut off by the wedding planner standing stressed and tired in front of you, “Okay, we can get back on schedule if we just follow with the original plan. Bride, it’s time for the father-daughter dance”. Your ears perked up at the familiar sound of the music you had chosen for this occasion and turned to see your dad already on the dance floor. Turning back to Robb, you gave him a sheepish smile, “Would you look at that… gotta go”. He was quick to grab a hold of your hand, “You can’t leave me. You vowed to be with me through anything”. Pulling your hand back, you raised both hands up in defense, “I had my fingers crossed when I said that”.

Seeing his pouted puppy look made you laugh, quickly blowing him a kiss, “I’m kidding. I love you”, turning to go dance with your father. Robb didn’t even have to turn around— already feeling his mother’s presence behind him. Wrapping arms with him, many passersby would see the scene as a mother coddling her son. But Catelyn was actually pinching Robb’s side, and hard. “You are so vulgar I swear. At your own wedding Robb, really? You couldn’t wait until after?”, she spoke through gritted teeth.

Robb winced a little at the pain, but his eyesight was also focused on you. Smiling and laughing with your father. “Why are you getting only me in trouble? Y/N was equally in on it”. Catelyn could only roll her eyes at her sons’ immature response, “Please, knowing you and knowing her it was probably all your doing”. Staring up at him to continue her scolding, she stopped momentarily at the look in her sons’ eyes. Following his line of vision, she was meet with you. A tender smile graced Catelyn lips. Nothing short of captivating was the way he gazed upon you. His unspoken proclamation of love seemed to go beyond words, and his eyes radiated an undying commitment. “Are you happy?”, she asked Robb. The song was coming close to the end. Robb turned to face his mother, a stern look on his face and nothing but seriousness was his tone, “Yes. I am”. From the corner of his eye, Robb could see your father leading you to him. Standing up higher, Catelyn gave him a quick peck on the forehead, “Good. That’s all I’ve ever wanted”. You and your father came face to face with the both of them, Catelyn giving you a peck on the cheek and your father handing you over to Robb, “She’s all yours’ son,” he patted his shoulder, “take care of her”.

Robb led you to the dance floor where the band had started to play a slower and more romantic song. Swaying to the tempo, you spoke up, “So, was she angry?”. Robb let out a small chuckle, smiling down at you. “She was,” he began, “but she said she’d forgive us if we gave her a grandchild”. Staring at him agape, you slapped his chest with a small gasp, “She did not say that!”. Now you both were laughing. The world around you two seemed to fade into a soft blur as you moved, lost in the embrace of your love. Resting your head against his chest, you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I love you”, Robb spoke up, his hand tenderly placed on the small of your back. Sighing deeply, inhaling his scent and allowing yourself to bask in his warmth, both of you feeling safe in each other’s embrace, you let him know your feelings, “I love you too”.

Enjoying the moment's beauty, you both stayed in each other's arms as the music softly faded into the night. You both understood that this dance was only the start of an endless journey together.

[axelsagewrites]

Robb Stark*Honey Cakes

Pairing: Robb x f! reader

Word count: 1830

Part Two to Cloak however can be read as a stand alone

Warnings: reader being jealous, secret relationship, but mostly just pure enemies to lovers’ fluff

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At thirteen you despised Robb, more than anyone really, so why is it know you were sat down the table for him trying desperately not to stare at him? Your parents had originally tried to broker a marriage pact between you and the Stark however due to your mutual hatred of each other that plan fizzled and died. No one even knew you liked the boy. Well apart from Robb.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispered in your ear, his breath tingling the nape of your neck as he leaned down so no one else would hear as he walked out the room behind you.

Sansa glanced back, raising an eyebrow when she saw the warm flush on your face, but you managed to wave her off. Instead of letting him torture you any longer you grabbed her arms, “Shall we go see if the kitchen has any spare lemon cakes?” you asked, and Sansa quickly grinned in agreement.

You sat in the kitchen with Sansa for a good couple hours, laughing and gossiping about all the people at Winterfell. “Well apparently Alice, you know that Manderley girl. Well apparently, she has a crush on Robb,” Sansa said, gagging at her brother’s name.

Your eyes widened but you soon covered it up as Sansa grimaced about someone potentially liking her brother, “Who told you that?”

“Jane,” she said, picking at the crumbs left of the cakes you had both scoffed, “Apparently, she was hanging around the stables waiting for Robb so she could ask for help getting on her horse. Bit desperate if you ask me. It’s not like Robbs anything special,”

“Huh that’s so weird. It’s not like Robbs dumb enough to fall for that,” You did your best to act natural, but you could see Sansa’s eyes narrowing. “Well, you’d hope anyway,”

“Yeah,” Sansa said, her voice trailing off for a moment, “Then again according to some of the ugh boys,” she said, shuddering meaning you knew she was talking about Theon despite also knowing she had a major crush on him, “he’s had some…women at his room,”

“Oh?” this time you couldn’t not sit up straight.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t tell anyone who. Theon thinks its some,” she paused to lean in and whisper, “whore,” she said, her eyes whipping around the room, “from the village,”

You sucked in your breath, trying hard not to either find Robb and kill him or cry, “He doesn’t seem like that kind of man,”

“That’s what Jon said but then who was in his room?”

“When was it?” you asked as if you wanted to break your own heart.

That was until Sansa said it, “Last Sunday,”

Fuck. Last Sunday after not being able to sleep and being too afraid of the nightmares to come you turned to Robb for some kind of comfort. Nothing happened but you did sleep in his chambers and then he helped you sneak back at first light. “How strange,” you muttered before trying to change the topic, but your mind still lingered on how good Robbs morning hair looked.

The cook eventually grew tired of your whispering and threw you both out the kitchen. Instead, you went to Sansa’s room to practise your needle point then eventually trudged back to your own room. When you entered your chamber, everything seemed normal. That was until you saw the honey cake sitting beside your bed with a note.

“I tried for lemon, but someone had eaten them all” – it read, making you laugh at the note. You sat on the bed, picking up the cake and smiling at the single wildflower he’d sat beside it.

-

The next morning you arrived at the dining hall before any of the stark children. Your parents were sat with the ned and cat at the head table, so you ended up plopping down in an empty seat and a near by table. “Morning,” an unbelievably smooth voice grinned as Robb sat himself in the seat across you.

“Morning,” you said as you tried hard not to smile too largely back. “You’re almost as sweet as that honey,” you said, lowering your voice.

A faint blush covered his cheeks, “But not as sweet as you,” he said but as he opened his mouth to speak a gritty, irritating, annoying voice spoke up.

“Good morning, Robb,” came the sing song voice of Alice who you had never thought annoying until last night.

Robb barely glanced over his shoulder at her as she walked off, “Morning Alice,” he said as he turned his attention back to you. his eyebrows squinted at the now stoney look on your face, “What?”

“Nothing,”

“Cmon tell me,”

“It’s nothing,”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me,” Robb rapidly repeating, grinning wider at each jab.

You sighed, “Fine. Its just,” you sighed again, “she has a crush on you,”

His face froze for a moment before he burst into absolute laughter, “Oh the gods,” he laughed, clutching at his stomach as both of your parents began to stare.

“Quit it!” you whispered, slapping at his head.

“You’re jealous,” Robb laughed, thankfully quieter, as he swatted your hand away, “Aw honey that’s adorable,”

“I’m not your honey,” you grumbled, “and I’m not jealous,”

“Am not,”

“Are too,”

“Am not!”

“Are too- “

“Youd think by now you two would grow up,” Sansa yawned as she sat beside you, and you were both forced to act like nothing happened.

-

Later that day, for no other reason you swear, you decided to go riding soon after you overheard Robb suggest the idea to Jon. Sansa was thankfully in lessons meaning you quickly changed and heading down to the stables.

“Robbie, could you help me- “Alice began to say as you walked in however, she hadn’t seen you.

Robb however did, “Oh hey!” he greeted, walking past Alice who now wore a deflated look, “Oh sorry Alice, Jon can you give her a hand?” Jon went to step forward, but Alice muttered something about her parents before turning and leaving. “Huh, weird,” Robb half grinned.

“You wanna come riding with us?” Jon asked you as he began to fix his own saddle.

You glanced at Robb before nodding, “Yeah sure lemme get my saddle ready first,”

“I’ll get it,” Robb said, moving to grab it before you could stop him.

Jon laughed and rolled his eyes as he finished his own horses’ reins, “So at what point are you two love birds gonna admit it,”

“Admit what- “

“Save it,” Jon rolled his eyes, “He stinks of your perfume, and you’ve accepted his help in the history of well ever,” he said as he flung his arm around your shoulder, “Aw sister,” he teased as he ruffled your hair.

“Fuck off,” you grumbled as you escaped his grip and tried to fix your hair.

However, Robb walked past and laughed, “Adorable,” he grinned as he kissed the top of your head before fixing your horse. It was actually nice to be able to be open about not hating Robb as you three went around the gods’ woods. However, after a very pointed look from Robb and a lot of teasing from Jon he finally decided to throw Robb a bone and go back himself.

“Are we ever gonna tell anyone we don’t hate each other anymore?” Robb asked, ruining the perfectly good conversation about how gorgeous he thought you looked today.

You grinned at him, “Who said I don’t hate you anymore?”

“The feelings mutual,” he laughed as you finally returned to the stables. “I’m just saying would it be so bad,” he asked as he jumped off his horse, quickly moving to help you down. You swung your leg around, so you were sat sideways on the horse. Robb moved to grab your hips, lifting you down. Your arms went to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“I don’t know. I mean maybe…” you started to say but trailed off as your feet hit the ground, but Robb didn’t step back. His warm breath fanned your face, tickling your cheeks. His hands moved slowly to the small of your back, pulling you in closer till you were flush against him. His lips were only a fraction away and it only took a couple seconds till you felt them brush against yours. you couldn’t wait anymore as you pushed up, closing the final gap.

Sure, you had been flirting all week, but this was your first kiss with him, and you melted into it. if his hands were not on your back you may have collapsed. Just as your hands went into his hair, which was unbelievably soft, you heard a gasp.

You pulled back to see Sansa standing in the stable doorway. “You’re the whore?!” she asked, shocked before her cheeks flushed red, “I don’t mean- “

“Sansa!” Robb half bellowed, turning round ready to tear his sister a new one when you grabbed his arm.

His head span round to face you and you mentally made a note to remember how good he looked with his jaw tensed, “Theres’s back story, I’ll explain later,” you said before turning to Sansa, “It’s not what you think,”

“You were kissing my brother!”

You sighed, “Okay it’s kind of what you think,” you said as you walked closer, “but not as bad as you think,”

“Oh?” she paused before her eyes widened, “Oh! Ew!” she grimaced. “That’s so weird. I thought you hated him,”

“I did but,” you paused, looking at Robb who smile down at you. you reached for his hand which he gladly accepted, squeezing yours lightly, “it’s different now,”

Sansa gagged before turning to Robb, “if you hurt her. I will kill you,”

“Aren’t you supposed to say that to her? you’re my sister,” Robb said incredibly.

Sansa paused for a moment before realisation dawned on her, “Oh you’re going to be my sister one day!” she began to celebrate. You laughed at her as she jumped into your arms but made no effort to stop her, “Do our parents know?”

“Not yet,” you said as you pulled back from her grip.  “Let us tell them know,”

Robb nodded as he pulled you over to his side, draping an arm around your shoulder, “Yeah. I get to brag about her first, not you,”

“No fair,” Sansa pouted but Robb ignored her as he looked down at you with a dopey smile.

“Can’t wait to tell everyone you’re mine,” he said softly, leaning back down for another kiss which you gladly accepted.

“Oh, gods I can’t,” Sansa shivered as she quickly left however you just laughed before turning back to Robb.

Your arms found their way back to his shoulders as his found the small of your back, “Now where were we?” you asked.

Robb smiled, leaning down slowly, “Somewhere around here,” he whispered before his lips fell back onto yours. how could you hate him now?

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[kingofwinter283]

modern high school au throbb where robb is a golden boy, a’s and b’s student, captain of the football team and theon is his problematic stoner loser boyfriend or at least that’s whatever perceives them as but in reality theon is a highly driven and ambitious person who is driven crazy by the fact that everyone perceives him as lazy and he has a constant need for validation that leads to him making dumb decisions in order to get it from people and also robb is cracking under the weight of the expectation he has put himself under as the eldest son of a rich and influential family and it’s made even worse by the fact that he is afraid to tell people that he is struggling because he doesn’t want them to think less of him but neither of them have healthy coping mechanisms so instead they smoke weed together under the bleachers and also make out.

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It's again 4 am and I'm drawing... But! Now I like them better

[writingsofwesteros]

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[hikarimiyanaga]

The Queen's Bride (Part 4)

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

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You pace around the mansion's living room.

Even though you had class today, you opted to skip in order to know Sansa's second gender first. Your sister is more important than anything else.

"Mom! I- Y/N! You're back?" You smile at her.

"Yeah, just for a bit. How did your test go?"

"Beta. I am a beta." You sigh in relief and hug her tight.

"Good for you, my baby sis!"

"What- I'm not a baby." She pushes you away.

"Sansa, you are to me. Tonight, we celebrate! I'm taking everyone to your favorite restaurant!"

"With dad's money?" You wink at her.

"My own."

The truth was, you and Tyrion have a lucrative business. You guys help high school students cheat. It wasn't an ethical business but it did fill your pocket and secret bank account.

It also helps that your father has given you free reign on your allowance that is refilled monthly.

-

As you promised, you did take everyone except your mother, father and Robb as they were all busy.

"So what is the occasion, big sis? Why take us here?" Rickon asks and you smile at him.

"This is for your big sis's freedom!" You grim then turn to Sansa. "At least you get to have decisions regarding your marriage and your course. Do not choose any of the Lannisters even if they offer. I will kill you in your sleep."

"How about the Targaryens?"

"No. I'm already marrying one of them."

"Theon?" Arya asks innocently and both you and Sansa gag.

"Ew. We grew up with him. Borderline incest."

"Then who?" Sansa asks and you grin.

"Grow old without anyone."

"Y/N!" She slaps your arm and you laugh.

"Just stop looking at Westeros' Nobility and we're good."

"Are you oppose to any second gender?" You shake your head at that.

"No. Choose anyone you like."

"Okay." She leans on your shoulder and you pat her head.

"Come on, Sansa, order up. I can pay for everything if you want."

"No. Just because we brought Arya doesn't mean we can eat everything." You chuckle then turn to the other three.

"Choose anything you guys like, okay?"

"Even dessert?" Rickon asks, clearly excited.

"Yes. But that's after a meal. Eat up first."

"Okay!" Rickon says as he scans the menu.

-

It was an eventful evening. You had fun with all of them before all of you went home to the Stark Mansion.

You came inside carrying an asleep Rickon, a very sleepy Arya, and a barely awake Bran. Thankfully, Sansa is still awake.

"Looks like you guys had fun." Robb greets you and you roll your eyes at him.

"Too bad, you weren't there. Jerk." He laughs at that.

"Hey, someone had to man the company."

"Sure, you did." You carry Rickon up to their room while dragging Bran. "Bran, just a few more steps, okay? I'll help you guys change into pajamas."

"Thanks, sis." You sigh in relief as you reach their room and deposit Rickon in his bed.

"Come on, dude. Toothbrush then change. I'll help you find your clothes." Bran nods at that then he goes in the bathroom. You get their change of clothes and place Bran's on his bed. Then you carefully changed Rickon's clothes. Bran finishes up in the bathroom and changes into pajamas. He yawns loudly and smiles at you.

"Thanks for the fun night, sis. Goodnight."

"You're welcome, Bran. Goodnight." You kiss his forehead and tuck him in. "Sweet dreams, little brother." Bran sleeps with a smile on his face. You go downstairs and see a now sleeping Arya on the couch.

"Hey. Who are you texting?" You ask Sansa as you carry Arya.

"Margaery. She's also a beta." You hum.

"The Tyrells, huh?"

"Yeah. She's asking about you too." You raise an eyebrow at her.

"Me????"

"Yeah. You're taking knightho-" you cover her mouth and frown.

"Stop. Father doesn't know. Your room. Now." Sansa nods and goes to her room while you carry Arya to hers. You tuck her in quickly and go to Sansa's room.

"Dad doesn't know?" You shake your head as you close the door.

"Mom doesn't either. They both think that I'm only taking management."

"Why are you hiding it from them?"

"Because they only want management for me." You sigh as you sit besides her.

"Why?"

"Because I'm a weak omega." Sansa tilts her head at that.

"Weak? You?" You nod at her. "Does mom and dad need glasses????" You chuckle at her comment and pat her head.

"Everyone keeps thinking that omegas are only good for well-"

"Breeding?" You glare at her. "What? Margaery told me."

"Do not ever say that word again. Got it?" Sansa nods. "But pretty much, yeah. Why do you think one of the Targaryens are willing to marry me?"

"Because you're awesome?" You shake your head at her. "Omega?" You nod and smile at her sadly. Sansa has never seen you so sad.

"An omega from one of the noble families is considered a rarity. After all, Alpha and Beta bloods are much stronger. So they fought for me."

"Is that why you didn't want me to be an omega?" You nod at her.

"It's much better to be married by love than by being a trophy." You couldn't help the tear as it fell from your eye. Sansa panics now. You're her big sister and she has never seen you cry, not even when you get scolded by Ned or Catelyn. "I'm okay." You assure her as you wipe your tear. "Father might choose someone for you but I'll fight him every step of the way, okay? You, Arya, Rickon and Bran deserve freedom."

"What if they become omegas too?"

"By then, I'll be a Targaryen so-" you sit beside her. "So I can protect them." Sansa hugs you and you hug her back.

"I'll choose someone good, sis." You smile then kiss her head.

"That's all I want, little sister."

-

You get back to your class the next day.

Oberyn raises an eye at you.

"Did you get fucked all day yesterday?" You glare at him as you sit.

"Do tell, how the hell did you get into that conclusion?"

"Well, you've been wearing that outfit since two days ago." You look down and realize that he was right.

"Yesterday was Sansa's result day."

"Oohh. Do the Starks have another omega?" Oberyn says loud enough and almost everyone in the class looks at the both of you. Everyone here wants to know if there is another omega from the Starks that'll be fought for by every noble house in Westeros.

"No, dear loud mouth." You pinch his arm, pretty annoyed by him. "She's a beta." Everyone else looks away when they hear the disappointing news. Oberyn slaps your hand away and you glare at him.

"You must be relieved then?" You nod.

"So much."

"Congrats on her freedom, then." You smile as you nod then you bring out your notebook for the class.

-

You were about to go home when Daenerys sees you and takes you away. You look confused as she just looks at her phone.

"Where are we going?"

"Gala."

"Huh?"

"It's one of the Baratheon's birthday or something. The daughter of the eldest?"

"You mean Shireen?"

"You know her?"

"I met her before. Why are you going? Aren't the Baratheons your enemies?" You recall the bad blood between them.

"Still, I have a responsibility. Or did you really think the "heir" will come?"

"Ah. Okay. But I have nothi-"

"We'll pick up a suit and dress on the mall."

"You thought of everything." You deadpan at her and Daenerys smiles at you.

"You can't escape."

-

You arrive at the Baratheon's villa and unbutton the collar of your suit. It was suffocating the air out of you.

"We're here." You help Daenerys out of the car and hum.

"Do we have an invitation? the Baratheons can be picky about their guests." You still remember the one time you attended a gala of theirs without Robb and they rudely kicked you out.

"I am a Targary-"

"Yeah, that won't work here." Daenerys was about to refute you when-

"Y/N!" Someone calls out and you were suddenly lifted off.

"Ah! Uncle Robert!?" You struggle against the big man and glare as you find your footing.

"It is you!" Robert slaps your back and you feel like your spine broke. Jeez, the strength of this man.

"Yes. I didn't know it was Shireen's birthday today."

"It is. One of the reasons why I came home."

"What? Are the brothels not treating you well?"

"Ah, this jerk!" He slaps the back of your head and you rub it in pain.

"Y/N. Who-"

"Ah, this must be Daenerys! Your fiancé, right?"

"She is." You admit and sigh. "Daenerys meet Robert Baratheon. Unmarried. Although he has countless kids. Commander of The Baratheon Forces. And my father's best friend." Robert laughs at your introduction.

"Nice addition of titles, young one. You learned well."

"Is Gendry okay? He should be in high school, right?" Gendry and Shireen were the cousins from the Baratheon that you didn't mind talking to.

"He is. He likes Sansa, did you know?" You pale at that. As much as Gendry was a good person, you still didn't like the thought of high school romance, specially when it involves one of your younger siblings. "Maybe we'll finally be family!" He laughs wholeheartedly while you politely nod.

"We should get inside." Daenerys can feel that you are uncomfortable with the current topic so she tugs your arm.

"Right. It was nice talking to you, Uncle."

"Go. Tell your father that I will see him soon." You nod at him and escort Daenerys to the door.

"Sorry about that." You open the door and Daenerys just nods.

-

"So you're pretty close with the Baratheons?"

"No. Only Uncle Robert. He's kind of seen as a separate entity."

"And why is that? He is the middle child, is he not?"

"True, but he doesn't like to be in the family mansion. Or be associated with his siblings that much."

"Why?" You shrug at her.

"I don't know the particular details but some say bad blood between the three."

"I see."

"Y/N!" Shireen runs through the crowd and hugs you.

"Hi, cousin. Happy Birthday."

"Yeah! Although you did celebrate with me two days ago."

"Yeah. But I also got dragged to this gala." Shireen giggles.

"Who dragged you?"

"Hi there. I'm Daenerys. Her fiancé." Shireen looks at you.

"Fiancé? But Y/N! You promised me." Shireen gets teary-eyed and you panic.

"Huh!? Wait, wait, don't cry? Shireen? What promise?"

"That I'd be the one you married!" You chuckle and ruffl her hair.

"Not happening, little cousin, and besides we had a condition, didn't we?"

"Yeah." She sulks and crosses her arms.

"And? What was it?"

"That you'll only do it when you're a beta."

"Good girl!" You ruffle her hair even more and she pouts at you.

"Do you like her?" Shireen points at Daenerys as if she wasn't there and you chuckle as you bring down her hand.

"Yes. Incredibly so." And you realize as you say it, that it was the half-truth. You fell in love with her at first sight but you also knew why she wanted to get married to you.

"Then, uh-, Daenerys!" You beckon her closer as Shireen holds out her hand.

"You win! But um- don't you dare break Y/N's heart!" Dany forces a smile on her face as she shakes Shireen's hand.

"I promise."

-

The gala ends around midnight and you take off your jacket as you board Dany's Limousine.

"Not close to the Baratheons?" She asks and you nod.

"Not really. Shireen is special. She's the only one in that mansion that doesn't have a malice bone in her body."

"Do you like her?"

"As a cousin, yes. She's inquisitive and a reader like me."

"Are you in love with her?" You look at Daenerys with a dumfounded expression and she glares at you. "Answer me!"

"The fuck? No! Not at all! She's my little cousin, for the gods' sake!"

"We all know how famili-"

"Do not even say it. It's making me feel disgusted." You shudder as you even think about hearing the word.

"So, do you like someone?" You raise an eyebrow at her.

"What?"

"Like- you want to date them or something." You shake your head.

"None at all. Being an omega meant everything was going to be chosen for me. Even the people I hang out with. No more betas or Alphas. No more close friends. Just need to find me a suitable fiancé." You successfully hide the bitter tone in your voice but not the way you clenched your fist.

Daenerys, thankfully, stop questioning you and just drop you off at your apartment building.

'As if I ever had a choice.' You think as you board the elevator. 'I wonder how that'll be.'

-

A/N:

AS PROMISED!! YAY!!

Writer's block defeated once again... For how long, I don't know.

Also, I got a job! So that's cool!

[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf

A Family Conflicted

Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader, Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader (One Sided)

Length: 25.9k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, implied accusations of stealthing/baby trapping, pregnancy, discussions of abortion, mention of child illness, possessive tendencies, modern!au

Notes: The festival in this chapter is made up, my own in universe equivalent to Halloween. Previous Installment Here, Series Masterlist Here

Jon wished he could say he had no idea what his brother was talking about. It was the middle of the night, and he felt as if he was just ambushed. With what he knew they were now both aware of, or at least, Robb was certainly aware of, it seemed if you hadn’t spoken to Jon about it yet, he was now taking it upon himself to do so on his own. Jon knew there was nothing on him giving it away, and his face was as steeled and calm as could be if not just a tad on edge.

Closing his car door, he only made it a few steps up before stopping with a more narrowed gaze. But, if Robb wanted to go down this route, Jon wasn’t going to make it easy. “How what is a coincidence?”

Barley raising an eyebrow, Robb didn’t move nor shift his expression as much as Jon did. “She didn’t tell you?” Jons face though, didn’t change and yet that told him everything he needed to know. Were there something going on with you that Jon wasn’t aware of, everyone knew he would jump at the first chance to find out if you were alright. But he didn’t, he tried to stay calm but in turn, he was too calm. And Robb knew it. “So she did tell you.”

Jaw clenching, Jon turned his head away for a moment. Staring at the nothing of the driveway beside his feet, his hand holding the cloth bag a little tighter knowing that at least one thing was more able to be found out by Robb then the other that might drive suspicion. “She did.” Like Jon had put it to himself before, if Robb wished to do this now he’d have to say it of his own volition. What he was really accusing him of.

He started off easy, pushing off the edge of the wall and letting the arms crossed over his head drop to his sides. “Why was she so scared to tell you?”

In an honest motion, Jon had dropped his head a little with a pointed stare. His voice rough and low and almost a bit slowly spoken as if putting emphasis on what they both should be aware of already. “We’re not married, we haven’t been dating for long and we didn’t plan this. Of course she was scared.” Robb only pressing him on asking in a repeat of what he said, that it wasn’t planned and it was Jons turn to step closer. “You think she’d be afraid to tell me she was pregnant if we were already trying?”

His face already twisting into an anger that could spiral out of control should he not control himself, but if what he thought was coming truly was, his anger might snap and he knew it.

“Or if only one of you was trying.”

He didn’t even let Jon retaliate, barrelling right past what he knew was a move to defend either of you on it. “We both knew she didn’t plan this, Snow. She started having a panic attack just trying to tell me, let alone you. Why would she be so scared to tell you? Why was her first instinct to beg me to believe her saying she didn’t do this on purpose?”

Whatever Robb thought, that hurt in Jons own heart. You pled the same thing to him, but Jon had never even once gone down that path of thinking with you before. He dared not think too long on where that might have come from, for more accurately, who put that in your head that such a thing was an option. With your track record for dating, Jon knew it came from an already scared place. But Robb? Why Robb was accusing him was another.

“And she begged me to believe the same thing.” Neither said anything for a moment, but nothing changed in what was brewing in the eyes of both wolves. Jon broke the heavy silence first that time. “We’ve known her since we were children. And a few weeks ago she was worried she was intruding coming to dinner with us just because she was dating me then. After everything Karl and Ramsay must have put her through, of course she jumps to the worst option with me. It hasn’t been that long.”

It was painful, but it was true. As comfortable as Jon had gotten you with being romantically involved, you still were incredibly apprehensive about other things and tonight had proven just that. How instantly your mind had jumped to the worst thing, and adding insult to injury, how willing you were to do whatever he wanted to just to make it right.

Slowly did both of them move one at a time to close the gap, Robb now stepping closer to him with more of an edge in his tone. “You’re right, it hasn’t been that long. And it happened anyways. She tell you how she think it happened?”

It was not taken as well as it sounded in his head. “I assume you know how the process works.”

Robbs eyes narrowed though, in the dim lighting from the front porch it was not well seen but Jon knew that his blue eyes were no doubt flashing in something warning not to test him. “She thinks it was when you both went to Hornhill. For the wedding. Said she got drunk and forgot.” Before Jon could even open his mouth, Robbs tone dropped further to something much more blatantly angry. “After what happened and you let her get that drunk? Let alone-”

Whatever line both of them were trying not to cross, Robb had accidentally crossed an entirely different one that pushed Jon into something far more angry and his voice no longer had the sensibility to keep as calm or quiet to contain it. “Let alone what?” Robb didn’t answer, seemingly realizing what he had almost insinuated but it was too late. “No, Robb. Tell me, you think I let her get wasted so I could sleep with her. Hope she’d forget her birth control on purpose. Tell me that’s what you think I did.”

If that was honest in his heart what he thought, Robb talked around it. “You let her get drunk at all after I had to-”

Only this time, Jon wasn’t having it. “She’s not a child. I don’t have to tell her what she can and can’t do when we’re out celebrating. What would you have wanted me to do? Keep her on a leash? Order her around in front of everyone that she can’t drink when no one else has a problem with it?” Jon could feel his voice starting to raise but it wouldn’t stop as he also stepped closer to his brother. “She got too drunk once, and you’ve never let it go. You might not have moved on yet, but I have. How about when she wakes up you tell her how wrong she was for getting drunk at all?”

You weren’t even that much in the way of drunk, certainly by the time he got you back to the hotel. It had been a while since your last drink, what he couldn’t even recall. Something sweet and citrus smelling that you shared with Gilly. After that you all sat there talking for a while, a little more dancing certainly again between you and the much more drunk Gilly who was having the time of her life. Then you ended up speaking to Sam’s mother for a while as the worst of it wore off.

He had to help you more down the steps to the car, but beyond that the glassy look in your eye had mostly gone away by the time you got to the room. You weren’t entirely sober, he knew that, but neither was he. You were about as buzzed as he was, but thanks to the Free Folk, Jon had guiltily learned how to drive with more alcohol in his system then most people. He was fine to drive you home when you weren’t, but Robb was acting as if you were as black out drunk as you had gotten that night.

When he had mentioned you talked to Tormund that night, you hadn’t even remembered that much. You just recalled when Robb got there and little more after, since you passed out in his car. You weren’t that, you could walk in a straight line and no one would sense you were drunk unless they knew you well enough to spot how much more let loose you were.

Jon didn’t even know if you had took your birth control or not, he didn’t pay attention to that. You did it so routinely that he just assumed you had before, and clearly, you assumed that as well. If he knew you hadn’t taken it, would he have wanted too? Of course, that dark part of his brain hadn’t left, but he was sensible enough not to push it.

At most, he’d have laid you out on the bed and tasted between your legs until you passed out. He wouldn’t have risked it if he knew. Getting you pregnant wasn’t the worst thing ever, but he never wanted to push you before you were ready.

Back in his present though, Robb was growing more protective over you by getting more angry at him. “So it was an accident. The one night she gets drunk enough to forget her birth control, after going with you to a wedding, is the one time you accidentally got her pregnant. Even after everything from the other night about you clearly already talking to someone about getting her pregnant in the first place.” His tone had dropped back to a more even cadence, but Jon could pick out the bitterness in it as much as he could not hide his blatant anger.

Perhaps that time, Jon took it too far but once he said it he couldn’t take it back. “Mistakes happen. Just because you expect everyone around you to be as perfect as you all the time, doesn’t mean I do.” They only stared at each other as the guilt had sunk down heavy into Jons heart right away. The pressure was always on Robbs shoulders enough as it was, he didn’t need Jon of all people making him feel ashamed of that tendency to obsess over perfection. But he couldn’t stop himself before he spoke a little more strained to finish the thought off, “But you weren’t the one between us who was the mistake in the first place, I wouldn’t you expect to understand any of that.”

The conflict was set out. A slight against Robb, and yet Robb picked up on Jons own insecurity even if he didn’t realize it. All of the Stark children were planned, his father was lucky in that sense. All but Jon. An accident with a random woman whom wanted nothing to do with him since he was born. Jons entire life was a mistake, and no matter how unplanned his own child had become, he wasn’t about to follow the same path. They’d have two parents who could prove you both would see them otherwise no matter what. But, both brothers knew it also meant Jon still hadn’t gotten passed it.

Jon still had not moved passed the self image that he was a mistake in his fathers life.

But, they were both smart, intelligent men with short tempers and for all those smarts, sometimes, slow minds. Which was why Jon slighted Robb, and Robb slighted him right back. “You still haven’t told me why I should think you didn’t get her pregnant on purpose.” Only to cut Jon off once more when he went to argue. “Where’d you go tonight? Left when all of us were asleep, where’d you even go? Whats in there?”

Nodding down to the bag, Jon couldn’t tell Robb that. He might never paint the image he was innocent of that accusation if he did. It was just Jons obsessive nature that made him buy it, nothing malicious. Just like the ring in his pocket, he would’ve waited years if he needed to before either gift was necessary. But the timing was just terrible, because Jon consistently had the worst timing known to man.

He answered as honestly as he could while keeping it vague. “I had to pick something up from the station.” Asking what, Jon just as shortly snapped back. “Something that isn’t your business, Robb. My life isn’t always about you, including now.” Trying to move into the house fed up with this conversation, Robb pressed a hand against his torso and pushed him back.

Both men moving in front of the other with narrowed, angry gazes and shoulders near squaring up in an aggression as Robb said your name. “If I have something to be worried about with her, then it is my business. I care about her too, Snow.”

“Too much.” His eyes narrowed as Jon elaborated, his voice raising again. “Robb you care about her to the point you made yourself jealous. You always encouraged me to date her, you called me telling me to come back and fix what I screwed up. And now that things between me and her are fine, you got jealous that it wasn’t all about you and she wouldn’t rely on you the way she would me from now on. Because you can’t let me have one thing to myself that you don’t want to take from me.”

Were they both not so angry, they’d have noticed the lights on the main house porch turning on, or the lights in the very house behind them turning on inside. Robbs voice raised too, which wasn’t helping. When Jon raise his voice it was somewhat expected with his shorter temper. Robb had just as much of a temper, but never when Jon was also angry. And their shouting voices carried throughout the property. “You were afraid that she needed me, so you trap her with you to make sure she’d need you for the rest of her life.”

Jon only shouted back, “Thats what you think of me?”

Robb arguing that Jon so far hadn’t given him any reasons to think otherwise and it was growing and growing in tension to the point were they true wolves they might’ve let their teeth out by now. “Or you were afraid you’d lose her and so you got her pregnant to force her to stay no matter what you do to fuck up in the future.”

Robb only tilted his head with a raise of his eyebrow, challenging Jon to prove him otherwise but letting the bag in his hand drop to the ground without care, Jon took a massive step right in Robbs face. Both moving in a way that signalled to any watching that they might not have the claws of wolves, they had the aggression of one. But that was the thing, there were people watching.

More then they realized, with their voices having shouted more then they realized.

Two pairs of hands intervened. One pulling Robb back by the shoulder, the other all but dragging Jon down the driveway. Theon refusing to let Robb shove him off, leaning into his side with a very short and rather pissed off hiss, “Knock it off.”

It was his father in his ear, “Enough.” As if ingrained in his blood to listen, Jon settled right away. His heart not yet slowing down but the pounding against his chest lessened to the point his blood cooled off a bit. Addressing them both, Ned sounded both exhausted and a bit shocked. “You both really thought shouting at each other out here was the best place to handle this situation?”

Robb tried to defend himself, or them both for all Jon knew. “Father,”

But he wouldn’t have it. Telling him that they’ve both said more then enough. Glancing to the side, they had more of an audience. All dressed in their sleepwear, Catelyn stood closer to the house with wide, concerned eyes. Arya stood close to Sansa’s side as they likely told their little brothers to stay in their rooms before following their mother. Sansa’s wide blue eyes were shocked but less worried as she looked beyond where Robb now stood less agitated at Theons side up the small steps. “You’re really pregnant?”

It was only then did both Jon and Robb realize. Jon finally looking more up, and Robb half turning around and the guilt washed over them both to a flooding degree. You stood at the front door, partially opened as your hands gripped onto it with something even in the dim light Jon could tell was incredibly upset. Stammering, you looked between them all and just nodded before you broke.

Everything Jon said and did to calm you back down tonight, and he let his temper and possessiveness get the better of him and once again broke it himself. Hand coming up to try and cover your mouth, the hope you could force the cry back down but it slipped in your eyes.

Were his father not keeping a hold on his shoulder to stay there, he would’ve gone right too you, but he had a feeling no one else here thought him or Robb were the right fit to handle this.

Catelyn though, through her deeply rooted issues with him, still could look at you and see a girl she saw grow up on and off for half your life. Stepping up closer, she held an arm out her hand stretched to take yours as she muttered you name, “Come with me.” Like the instincts of an upset girl took over, breaking Jons heart all over again, you just nodded.

Letting your hand drop with a shaking gasp trying to hold back but the tears just fell freely at that point. Catelyn wrapped her arm around your back as she turned to guide you into the house, quietly in a soothing voice saying she’d made you something to calm down until your voices were too faded, being moved into the main house.

Everyone stood still looking at each other until Arya repeated what her sister had said with your name, “She’s actually pregnant this time?”

They looked at Jon, but he didn’t respond. Eyes closing as he ran a hand over his mouth, the anger had melted away and was replaced instantly with something deeply guilty at causing this. He had told you that you both would break the news to them in a few days, prepare what to say make it easy on your nerves and he ruined that by engaging in Robbs jealousy.

His father though, had other ideas. “Go inside.” Robb tried to plead but barley managed to get a single word out. “All of you. Let me speak to Jon alone.”

Were that not intimidating, would he ask the same questions? How far did the accusations get heard by them? You no doubt had heard them all. Likely waking up to the muffled sound of voices shouting and along with Theon opened the door to a firestorm of news that the rest of the Starks too were now privy too.

Theon had to yank Robb backwards to all but shove him towards the stairs, his voice thick with sleep and an irritation seldom heard on him. “Done enough damage for one night, haven’t you?”

Looking back, Jon still stood as still as a statue, the nerves now rushing through him at a lightening speed to what was coming from the one man whose opinion mattered more then even Robbs of him. But Ned nodded at Theons asking gaze to close the door, and waited too until he saw the girls close the front door to the main house.

“Father-”

A man who cut right to the chase though, was if no one else, the epitome of Ned Stark. “You want to move you both into the main house, I assume. Make sure she’s around everyone the further along she gets?” Jon stood in a sort of numbness if not shock at everything he had just let happen. But he nodded, dropping his hand down as both settled by his waist as if to steady himself. He wasn’t pushed though, “Alright. Get some rest. Catelyn will call Maester Luwin to get her on our care, and we’ll start getting ready in the meantime first thing in the morning.”

Waiting for him to nod, his father got only a few feet before Jon shouted, not as loud, just getting his attention. The wide eyed look on his face reminding his father much more of the nervous boy he used to be and not the man he was. “What Robb-”

But he was cut off, something the Stark men were seemingly good at towards one another. “Forget that right now. Get whatever sleep you can, avoid Robb and we’ll speak later.” Not moving until Jon nodded that time, before turning to make his way back to the house where Jon could only presume they’d keep you in for the rest of the night. Away from the two wolves who ruined everything with their jealousy, and keep them separated with Theon there to act as a guard to ensure they didn’t make more of a mess then this was.

Barley closing the front door when the Greyjoy in question spoke. “Seven hells, you two know how to break the news don’t you?” Jon only let his eyes half glare in his direction, hand stretched behind him with the bag to lock it without needing to look. “Don’t glare at me, Snow. I didn’t announce to the whole realm she’s pregnant.”

Theon likely didn’t expect Jon to say anything, only watching as he made his way to his room now free from your presence much to his own personal upset. Tossing the bag down onto the ruffled bed, he could see the hints of the wolf plush and his eyes closed trying to keep it all together at how badly he just made everything to start you off with.

What he was going to say to Robb come morning, he had no idea. But he’d wake as early as he could to find out when he was taking you to see Maester Luwin. No matter what he was accused off, he was going to make sure you and the baby were alright no matter how suspiciously prepared Robb thought he was.

You had tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary.

Assuming he must have plenty to do, but Jon was simply one of the most stubborn men you knew. Not even arguing back, the second he parked did he leave and round the other side to help you out. Muttering under your breath at him, “I can do this part.” He only gave you that look however. The one that was with a tilt of his head and a knowing expression in his eyes that said not to test him. You both knew he would simply coddle you more if just to prove you wrong.

Now though it had been a while, a few hours as everything essentially had to be redone. Luwin was the Starks Maester and you had known him from when you were younger but it had been some time since then. He knew you were coming of course, Catelyn having been the one to call him to set the appointment up but she didn’t share many details. Only telling him that they had just learned you were pregnant, and they were going to set you up on their private system. Not saying a word, Maester Luwin’s eyebrows raised as Jon was the one who walked you in.

His physical behaviour enough to tell him what he thought, only to then have Jon lay out most of the details for him in your nervous place. Having to do everything all over again so that the results were certain in their own records, Jon stayed with you the whole time. Any question that even could have popped up, Jon would ask without hesitating.

Now as you sat there, still up on the patient table, your hands held at the edge with a tense nervousness. Jon however, stood beside you with a gaze permanently scowled it felt. Your condition had already been reconfirmed, but now you mostly awaited results on your general health going into your second month and what to do next. Jon seemed to almost worry that something would come back wrong with you already, occasionally only moving to glance at the note one of the assistants wrote for him. When your eyes glanced at it with a curiosity, you had made a jest in nothing but a normal teasing, “One pretty girl’s number and you’re already reconsidering?”

Jons expression only fell further though, turning to you with a hand now running along your arm reassuringly. The other flipping the note around so you could read it as he too explained. “A list of books for me to read.” Tucking it away in his jeans pocket without looking away, Jon let that hand come sit innocently on the thigh closest to him from your higher seated position. “I’m not leaving anything up to chance if I don’t have to.”

Swallowing roughly, you knew he picked up on the heavy wave that flooded you. The way he so earnestly cared and was actively interested in even the most minute part of this process hit something in you. Perhaps it stemmed from that deeply rooted fear that he would either not want you, or want you to get rid of it once he found out. But you simply nodded, Jon letting the hand on your upper arm come up. Brushing the hair out of your face so he could cup your cheek, turning to step towards you.

His voice tender again, the grey in his eyes bright and more hopeful then even yours. “I told you, I’m going to take care of you.” You only managed to get a nod out before the door opened, Luwin entering once more.

If you weren’t sitting, you’d have nervously pulled more away from Jon so the affection wasn’t so blatant, but Jon was not at all perturbed by someone seeing the behaviour. A fluster in your chest at the brightness in his eyes almost amused. The last you had seen Luwin you were still a teenager with a crush on Jon that no one but you knew about, and now seeing him again after all this time but suddenly pregnant and unmarried was a bit embarrassing.

Everyone knew this was an accident, and you hated thinking that everyone was judging you both for it.

Jon promptly turning to ask if he found anything, but Luwin only placated his fears. “Everything is fine.” The tensity in Jons shoulders dropped, but the nerves within you clearly did not even as Luwin now addressed you specifically, “We will start you on a few things for the baby’s development. Standard protocol, folic acid, prenatal vitamins. Normally it’s ideal to start taking them before getting pregnant, but missing the first few weeks won’t harm the little one at all.”

Nodding, you glanced at the ones he was writing down. You thought the question, but Jon asked it without even hesitating. “How often will she need to take them?”

Luwin clearly knew Jon well, handing him the list sensing that he was the one who would be taking charge on some of these things. “Until at least twelve weeks.” Looking between you both, as if informing you, but noting for Jon to make sure you followed through properly. “Take them with food in the morning. If they make you feel unwell, take half in the morning and half in the afternoon. You will get the full effects you need, but the symptoms should be less severe that way if that becomes an issue.”

You all had gone over as many details as you could possibly imagine. Mind overwhelmed with information as Jon carefully helped you down onto two feet before turning to thank Maester Luwin. First a formal handshake, but of course, he had known Jon since the day his father brought him home, he was closer to him then that.

As you turned away awkwardly, picking up your bag to wrap it around your front once more, you didn’t watch the congratulatory hug Luwin offered the much more brightly smiling Jon for the news. No one from your life so early on would ever grace you with that reaction. Some wanted too that you knew for a while, of course. Because of Sansa, you had gotten a slew of messages and voicemails from Margaery demanding you call her back about it, meaning you too had gotten some much less demanding but no less excited ones from Loras. Because of Arya, you had gotten a few from Gendry who while happy for you, played it off much more as a warning that if you ever needed backup against Jon, to which you promptly told thanked with sarcasm for his enthusiasm.

You hadn’t heard from Renly, even though no doubt Loras would’ve said something to him. You hadn’t heard from Robert even though you knew Ned had promised to talk to him about the distance between you and the rest of your family. Which also meant naturally, you heard no word from your mother or father. You heard nothing from Shireen, but she was only eleven. She didn’t have a phone, and had restricted, monitored computer time. She wasn’t going to be able to reach out to you with no one noticing.

It was a suffocating, yet jealous feeling. The Starks all had each others backs, and aside from last night they all found out, there had been next to no conflict over it. You were pregnant and that was the end of it, from then on it was all about preparing for what was to come. Your family was not like that. Your father a more rigid and reserved man, and your mother raising you under the Faith of the Seven with her own devotion, you knew that this was going against what in other people they would be willing to tolerate.

In their eyes, you were raised better then that and were disgracing the family by getting pregnant while unmarried, and not to someone they would want to pre approve of as acceptable to the family standards. Perhaps they had thought dating Jon would be little more then a late rebellious phase, and not something sustainable and long term. But now, they were forced to face the music that you were about to have it in for the long haul in one way or another. Jon was forever intertwined in their lives as the father of their grandchild. You could only imagine if they did chose to even speak to you, it no doubt would turn into a lecture about reputation for you, and a lack of respectable treatment of their daughter to him.

You hadn’t quite understood what the argument was about last night. Between Jon and Robb. You had awoken in the middle of the night alone in his room, and the faint sounds of muffled fighting grew louder and louder until you recognized the voices. Throwing something on, that was when you had ran into Theon who awoke to the same thing. Only he had heard more then you, and the flicker of his eyes down to your stomach told you that the argument was about just that.

Whatever in that tension still existed, they had at least sat it aside for now. Afterall, Robb had been the one to volunteer starting to move things into the main house while Jon took you to this appointment. It was tradition, they had all insisted. Catelyn at least had grown up in the Riverlands, meaning she knew that southerners didn’t show such devoted unwavering support in these times but she happily had adapted to the idea, and despite her long standing silent conflict with Jon, it was you she was setting that aside for to bring you in.

Ned had argued the most for it to you when he came back inside, saying that you would be more comfortable in the main house once your pregnancy advanced into the further months and it would be easier moving you in now then later. They cared so much they were all happy to move you into their main home to take care of you. It was verging on later in the afternoon and still not a word was sent to you by any of your family.

Not even a smarmy text from Joffery talking down to you for making the family look bad. When not even your repulsive cousin wanted to insult you, you knew they were not approving. Image was a lot for the Baratheons for a long time, and you seemed to have just publicly squashed it into nothing. Only Gendry reached out, but he was a cousin that wasn’t even raised in the family. No one even knew he was part of the family until years ago when you met him. He was blood but he wasn’t family in the same sense, so it wasn’t the same. He accepted it because he didn’t care about that sort of thing, but the family who raised you did and spoke not a word to you.

By the time you got pulled back into the present, Jon had startled you by simply coming up behind you and resting his hands at your upper arms with a small murmur of your name. Followed by a tighter grip and a narrowed expression you could hear if not see. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Shaking your head, you turned to look up at him with what he could clearly see was a false smile. “Are we ready to go?” Nodding, Jon simply moved passed you only slightly to grab his own jacket as you looked over more politely to Maester Luwin in a fashion he knew was overly formal. “Thank you for everything.”

He took it fine though, not a man perturbed by an awkward attitude. “It’s what I’m here for. I’ll see you in a few weeks.” Nodding, Jon thanked him again before turning you towards the door. Everyone was polite in saying goodbye on your way out, despite how little you said a word. Jon did most of that talking, thanking the assistant who must have given him the book list on his way out, while you still said very little.

A breeze was finally making it’s way into the air as you both walked through the small parking lot. Jon keeping a hand on your lower back without moving it the whole time, feeling his grey eyes watching you closely as you fidgeted with the strap of your bag. The silence you could tell was not it’s usual comfortable. It was heavy and noticeable, even as Jon still silently insisted on helping you into the car, shutting the door normally. You could see his shoulders tense has he rounded to the other side. Sitting down and running a hand over his mouth, before pulling his own seatbelt and half turning to nod over at you to do the same.

You could see out of the corner of your eye that he turned to you, wide eyed and lips parted ready to say something before deciding against it. Turning the car on being as far as he got before he tried again, that time his face twisted back to something more serious and normal. “I want to pick these books up, and a few more things, I’ll drop you off at the house before.”

He had already started to pull out of the parking lot by the time your brain caught up with hearing the words. Looking over at him more confused, you simply asked “Why?” Jon only muttering as he moved onto the main road that he wanted you to relax not drag you around town more. Sitting back in your seat, you felt a heavy block in your throat at how awkward the car was. You thought he was happy, he seemed happy when he found out last night,

But maybe you thought, this was the turn. The next morning and the realization comes of what hes getting himself into, and wondering if it was too late to go back. His family was busying moving you into the main house, he took you to see the families Maester and plans were made. He couldn’t turn around and ask you to get rid of it now, or decide to break up. Everyone else was already attached to the idea.

Nothing was said the rest of the ride, you sensing Jons tension or Jon picking up on your awkward unwillingness to look at him but no one said a word. It wasn’t far, but it felt like the air between you both was rather heavy. Seeing things still being moved from the smaller house, Jon clearly decided dropping you off there was better, knowing more people would be in there at that moment then not.

You though, took it as a quiet sign that he just wanted you out of the car. It was less of a drive to get you here then the main house and without saying a word you didn’t want to linger around him more if your presence was bothering him. Not looking at him, or even waited a single second for what Jon had intended, to open the door for you as he had before but you were already out of the car. Head down and posture sunk in on itself as you walked up the small steps.

When the car left, you weren’t even sure. Walking inside before you could turn around and see how Jon was truly watching you a bit lost, a worry bright in his eyes before fighting with himself to leave. Picking these things up now meant he could get home to you sooner again, at the least.

Inside, the place looked a bit scattered. Jons door was wide open as was yours, Everything else was in place, as you assumed for the other side of the bedrooms. Theon must have been the only one in there at the moment, walking out of what was your room looking down the hall. You hadn’t even taken anything off, not shoes or whatnot feeling suddenly as if you didn’t belong in here anymore. If he sensed your mood, he took the road of trying to lighten it up first. “Still pregnant?”

It was a joke. You knew it was a joke, and yet you hesitated. Something in your gut twisting a bit at the fear that you made a mistake again. That maybe Jon really changed his mind and you should’ve just accepted the moontea that day at the doctors. Swallowing roughly, you tilted your head in a small nod as you glanced around. Clearing your throat as you swiftly changed the subject, not that such a thing was lost on Theon. “Lots of space for two people.”

“One.” Your brows narrowed, Theon leaning against a wall as his arms crossed casually gesturing with his chin over to where the other bedrooms were. “Robbs going back too.” He knew you didn’t grasp that either, or sensed you were lost on what was going on considering the fight the previous night. “His brothers having a baby, you’re someone hes been friends with for years. He has the time to allocate to his family, so he’s going to help out. Or, try. Considering...”

The look towards you had you shift on your feet, eyes flickering away as your head looked down before nodding. “So you’re what? Staying here? Alone?”

Theon only shrugged “Isn’t so bad. Get some quiet for once. Get those two idiots out of my hair for a while, remember what its like living in a house where everyone isn’t always arguing.” Asking in a quiet voice what you were supposed to do without him, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “You’ll be surrounded by the Starks most days, you’ll have plenty to do.” But there was another, deeper look in his eye. One that picked up on the way you were standing and not saying anything, as if that spoke the words for you. “Besides,” Your eyes finally glancing back up to his properly. “I’m what? A two minute walk away at the most? I can see the bloody house from my window, Baratheon.”

Finally a small laugh came from you, Theon with a light chuckle to follow. He knew you were conflicted, and had been for some time about whatever the issue was between Robb and Jon and that you felt like you’d fall apart or let them fall apart without Theon there. But, he had more faith in you then you did for yourself. Walking up, he turned in place to wrap an arm around your shoulders and move you to where he had been working before. “Besides, if Jon and Robb aren’t here anymore. It means you can come over any time to finally get the hell away from them for a few hours.”

Only another small chuckle came from you, but it was enough. Theon playfully pushing you into the room as he told you to just look through whatever was still hanging in your closet and toss it onto the bed to bring over. Himself kneeling down to throw a few last things in a box and carry it out the door.

Looking up, most were things you hadn’t thought about in months. When Daenerys had arrived, you realized you didn’t have anything to work in. You had worked a different remote job for a while by then, but you still had clothes from working in an office. You brought them with you when you moved in with Karl Tanner, and left that house that day with half a bag barley enough for overnight and nothing else. Knowing you had nothing, the first day you showed up Renly had to bring you out to a more expensive shopping district to buy appropriate clothes.

You had hung them up when Robb and Ned had convinced your family to let you off the hook for working for them again, and didn’t look at them since. But it just all brought it back to where this started. You getting so drunk you couldn’t even walk, that you passed out the moment Robb got you in his car. Thats where everything fell apart and it was all your fault. All leading one thing to another leading you right here. You didn’t mean to put this on Jon, and he seemed to understand that you didn’t do this on purpose, but you started to feel like maybe he felt trapped anyways.

Your hand running over some of the fabric, the second the thought crossed your mind your stomach twisted once more in an upset. If it were her, he wouldn’t even be in this situation. She was smart enough not to forget something as simple as birth control. She wouldn’t ruin his life by keeping it and making him feel compelled to stay with you. This would’ve never happened if what you feared had come to pass.

Jon was out right now, likely at the book store resentful that he even needed to spend money on any of this, that he would feel compelled to read any of it. You had let yourself spend a few hours happy, the thought blossoming in your head of what if everything was going to be okay and now you felt too attached to go back. The thought that Jon wished he made you get rid of it sending something ill into your head and stinging behind your eyes.

You were ruining Jons life but maybe your child’s too by forcing them into a world that didn’t really want them on one end.

Again it was as if your hearing was turned off, not noticing them until they were at your back. A hand running smooth along your spine as Robbs voice made you jump just as Jons had only half an hour earlier. “Everything go alright with Maester Luwin?” You just nodded, Robb glancing around as if he hadn’t noticed the second he walked back over here from the main house. “Where’s Jon?”

Your voice was quiet and meek and he noticed. “Picking up some books they recommended.” Specifying about the baby and you nodded yes. You still didn’t understand what the fight last night was about, but you did know that Robb still was the one you knew wasn’t leaving. He was there and if he didn’t hate you already, he wouldn’t start now. You didn’t have to be so scared of ruining his life by keeping a baby that wasn’t even his. “Theon said you’re moving in too?”

Nodding, Robb more wrapped his arm around you the way Theon had, but pulled you a bit closer into his side as his hand ran up and down your upper arm. “Aye. Can take care of you better when I still see you everyday.” Muttering that he didn’t have too, Robb didn’t let a moment pass for thoughts to fill his words in your mind for him. “No, love. I don’t have to. I’m doing it because I care about you.”

Biting down on your tongue you desperately hoped that feeling would go away. The sting turning to warmth as the worry and self hatred filled your veins at what you had done. But still, the pricking in your mind that out of everyone Robb had assured you could open up to him. He talked you through your panic attack even as you terrifyingly spilled your secret, and he had been as gentle with you since. The feeling overwhelmed, and while nothing was loud, the breath you tried to take in was certainly stammering. A higher pitch that was a sound Robb knew well, turning to look at you and the painting in your eyes was as if flooded with water. The moment he turned to face you, a tender murmur of your name and you felt that fear break through. Covering your mouth to try and prevent it as if Robb wouldn’t see, but he didn’t let you linger on that thought.

Bringing you into his front, hiding you from the empty house but safe with him he let you try and hide how you were trying and utterly failing not to cry. Muttering down into your hair as he let one hand rise up, running down the length of it along your back smoothly, “It’s alright. I told you, we’re taking care of you.” You said nothing, but you suspected Robb didn’t assume you would. “No one wants you dealing with this on your own.”

It slipped out, it truly did. “Jon does.”

Robb would’ve pulled back in shock were his focus not more determined to calm you down in his arms, but his tone held a sudden edge to it asking with a high suspicion. “What do you mean?”

Trying to explain everything, how he was acting, how everything felt, what you were afraid of and Robb stood and let you say it all before speaking. In his own mind, something was off. Last night was not his best moment, but he knew he had to be sure. He needed to know Jon didn’t do this on purpose, and he still wasn’t. It was still a very real possibility. You being in tears telling him, promising you didn’t do this to trap him, how it happened on the one night since the bar you had gotten drunk and Jon didn’t seem to stop you, or remind you. It was all convenient.

Yet, you stood there fearing that Jon regretted everything and was too nice to tell you he wanted you to go back and get rid of it instead. Which was baffling. “Love-”

“I didn’t want this to ruin anything.” Robb only sighed, finally pulling back to grasp you on both arms to make you look at him. In slow words, asking why exactly it was you came to that conclusion, your eyes flickered away for a bit trying to find that answer. It didn’t come easy, just a feeling and a fear that you couldn’t shake off. “Maybe I should’ve just taken what the doctor suggested that day. He wouldn’t have ever known and he wouldn’t resent me.”

Robb sighed deeply, looking at you with a downward expression almost in disapproval. One hand reaching up to cup your cheek, and his eyes trying to soften enough to get you to follow naturally. “Jon doesn’t resent you. He wants this. He’s not good at expressing it, but he wants this.” Again it slipped out, the small fear of what if Jon just didn’t want it with you. “Who would-” Your eyes looked away from Robbs in a deep insecurity right away, him saying your name sternly. “Why in seven hells would you think he’d want anything to do with her after what happened?”

You shrugged, trying to turn from Robbs grasp and wipe what tears were still falling from your eyes. But it was a new voice which thew you even more off guard, how many people it seemed were privy now to your emotional outbursts. “She’s been back twenty minutes and you’ve already made her cry.” Your own eyes growing wide as you looked over, Ned leaning against the door frame with a knowing look towards you that would snap you out of it, if only in an embarrassment to be caught by a father figure this emotional, which did work.

Swallowing everything back down, you tried to say something but luckily Robb was quicker to it, catching onto the intentions moreso then you to change tune. “Not hard for her as of late.” Both laughed at your expense, and both took the moment before doing so to glance at your sudden mouth slightly agape almost in protest that it wasn’t true but the tears you wiped away stubbornly proving otherwise.

Choosing instead to cross your arms over your front, Ned held a hand out. “Come on, let Robb and Theon do the rest of the hard work.” Much like both his sons, as soon as you came close he gently pushed you forward along the main hallway with a hand at your back to guide you. Once stepping into the outside, his hand came up to grasp by your shoulder more comfortingly as you both begun to walk along the grass towards the main house. “Everything go alright?”

Nodding, you kept your arms crossed still, albeit now shifting to hide your hands more in your sleeves as the colder wind started to pick up. “I have another appointment in a few weeks, just to make sure everything is on track but he said it’s all fine.” Asking about Jon, you defaulted to the only answer you thought made sense. “He’s picking up some things they suggested he should get. Books, vitamins and whatnot.”

He nodded, but with a more pointed tone elaborated. “That’s fine, but I meant how was he during the appointment that has you so worked up.” You knew he watched your eyes flicker away, but you just shrugged. Saying he asked lots of questions. Some had described talking to you for information like pulling teeth, but Ned Stark was a man well prepared to tackle that stubborn nature. Certainly from a Baratheon, he had a lifetime of experience handling the house of stubborn stags. “I’ve never known Jon to ask questions that make a girl cry like that.”

Your gaze caught his, falling a bit flat at how all Starks held the same glint in their eyes and barley withheld smirks when they knew they were being overly clever. Inhaling deeply, your insides braced themselves not to once more overreact. “Jon didn’t say anything, or do anything. I’m just being stupid.” Ned clarified that being nervous wasn’t the same as being stupid as he guided you more towards the elaborate porch of the main house. Not yet guiding you inside but stopping to face you for a moment to get to the bottom of it before he led you inside. His look only expecting of you to grasp his point rather then lay it out further. Knowing you understood despite whatever was worried in your head. “It’s just been an overwhelming few days, I guess I don’t know what I’m feeling right now.”

“Jon knows that, he just doesn’t want you to try and hide that from him.” It took longer then a moment for you to grasp what he was saying was true, but he had a point. Nodding, you ran your sleeve more over your face as if to wipe away the turmoil so evident on it, but both you knew that the others wouldn’t pick it up as quickly as they might, and if Catelyn did, she wouldn’t bombard you about it in front of her other children.

She was always good at corralling the others out of the room to give someone space, talking gently to them about what was going on until she knew they had a plan going forward. But as the door to the main house opened, you had a feeling that no one was going to get you alone for some time today. The first thing in your hearing was the barking of direwolves, and the stern voice of Catelyn trying to cut through them. “That’s enough. Out, all of you.” You could imagine her pointing towards the back door, and the exasperated expression on her watching the most rowdy of them belonging to her youngest all causing chaos wherever they went. Lady was the only thing in sight, happily laying on one of her many expensive beds Sansa bought for her, clearly having had a spa treatment day recently. Her fur nice and clean and trimmed and a little scarf sort of fabric around her neck like a dog collar, only where a tag would be sat a bow on the side of her neck. A little rumble in the direwolf came out as you instantly approached her.

You were weak for them, all adorable as they were large and vicious to others. Going right for her ears, Lady’s golden eyes closed with that rumble deepening. The closest thing to a purr that a canine would get. Muttering quiet to the direwolf, “At least someones acting normal around me.” A small lick to your hand and a laugh let out you ran it over her head once more letting her to back to resting. Pushing up on your thighs from where you had braced yourself crouched down to her level, Catelyn walked into the room from one hall and Ned followed from the main room.

Her being the first, saying your name with a relief as if she too worried something would go wrong, but Ned cut her question off knowing everyone was going to be asking you it. “Everything’s alright. Maester Luwin is seeing her again in a few weeks for a check up, but she’s healthy so far.” Perhaps it was being a mother herself, knowing the degree to which things could go wrong that had her knowing what could’ve been on your mind.

An arm out she gestured to the kitchen, “Put your things away, there’s food out. You probably could use something to eat.” It was clear how long they were married, a single look shared between them and Catelyn nodded like words were shared mutually. Treating you with kid gloves as you sat down, she brought you a plate. Her eyes peeling to where the frame entered to the kitchen from the main living room, you knew she no doubt was watching for whom might walk in. Giving them that look she’s no doubt given to all her children, the gesture of her eyes and more stern expression telling them to leave them be.

Muttering into your food between bites, “Thank you, for everything today.” Her own eyes drifted back towards you and softened. Something more motherly then you ever imagined coming from your own, but you pushed that back down. Thinking along those lines this morning was what pulled you back into darker thinking in the first place, but you suspected she already noticed.

Leaning forward a little, her own voice lowering to minimize the chance of someone else hearing. “After what they all put you through last night, the least I could do was give you some peace and quiet.” It felt good having something in your system, it had been a pretty rough time between you and Jon that morning before everyone else was up to get you to eat something. He had shown up early knowing that at least for the night without the room set up, they’d have to put you on the couch and knew he could talk to you.

He managed to twist your arm enough to let him make you something small, but that was more then a few hours ago by that point. The thought was strange that you’d have to work on that, forgetting to eat was normal for you. You got busy or distracted and your mind would focus on that so much it pushed away everything else from your brain. But like this, you couldn’t afford to miss meals anymore. A lot was going to have to change, and you felt overwhelmed even considering how much that would look like in the next few weeks alone. Let alone within the coming months as you grew more and more pregnant.

Cutting through the quiet again, Catelyns voice had your eyes snap back up and over to her almost looking again like a startled deer. “You never felt any nausea before this?” Shrugging, you mentioned only a little but that sometimes happened to you when you were stressed, so you hadn’t seriously considered what that meant beyond possibly getting sick in general. “Did your mother?”

Pausing, your eyes narrowed looking back in your memory. “I think so.” Sitting up more, your tone dropped if only a little. Not even the thoughts from before, but what came after attached to them as you sifted through the memories. “She was sick a lot though. Even before.” Another bite passing through. “Maester Cressen said that she was sick the whole time with me. I had to be with a wet nurse most days because she was too weak to even tend to me at all. But when she was pregnant with Shireen, she was sick a lot more. Throwing up yes, but, I don’t know how much of that was normal and how much was her.”

There was a softness in Catelyns eyes when you peeked back up at them, something that understood more then you thought she would. “I used to be worried about giving birth when I was a girl. My mother passed giving birth to my brother Edmure, and I always worried that meant it would happen to me or Lysa one day.” A small smile came about you, and her as well, considering how well you both knew that she certainly of all people avoided that fate. Trying to say you were sorry in a sympathy, she passed it off. “It was years ago, I wasn’t even Rickons age when it happened. But, what I’m saying is that if Maester Luwin gave you a clean bill of health now, I don’t imagine you will have much to worry about going forward.”

The voice joining next was a tad louder then either of your quiet ones, but just as amusing to hear in her tone. “She better be fine, she has to come with us.” Looking to Arya, you knew her eyes drifted to her mother giving her a warning as she surprisingly, did not make a move to nearly tackle you in excitement the way her muscles were clearly twitching to do.

Looking between them both your brows furrowed, “Come with you where?”

Arya took no care in sitting herself down next to you, Catelyn suddenly handing her a plate the very second she had reached out to grab something from yours. You always let her, even despite Catelyns insistence she show manners even at the smaller kitchen table. “The Festival of Strangers. How did you forget, it’s not even a Northern specific celebration.” Muttering that you must have just forgotten with everything else, Arya elaborated more excited. “It’s just south of the Twins this year, so we’re all going down. There’s a big festival set up, rides, events, shows, haunted houses. You have to come.”

Catelyn gently commenting that you might not feel up for that, but it was hard for you to simply sit there and resist the way Arya had looked so hopeful that you’d join. But, that feeling came back. The one from that morning festering again. “I...don’t know. That’s a family sort of event-”

“And you’re family.”

Aryas name being said again in warning no doubt to calm her voice, but you found it hard to shake that feeling back off. “I only meant, you’ve always gone as a family together. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

But you were foolish to pick a fight with her of all girls. Her brows furrowing in a way that looked almost a younger and more grumpy version of what Jon would look disapproving like. “You’re not intruding, you’re family. We’re inviting you, you have to come you’ll love it.” You hadn’t even needed to say it for the Starks to know your own family would’ve never willingly taken you to such an event when it sounded like fun was the primary function and not the faith itself. Almost using the once ancient religious day as an excuse for frivolity.

Trying to look back down to your plate, you wanted that feeling to go away. That poison seeping into your mind that your family no longer wanted you, and eventually this one wouldn’t either. That perhaps already you had driven Jon away or would come close too soon at this terrifying rate. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“Well think some other time because you’re about to get yelled at.” All three of your heads turned as Sansa walked into the kitchen, holding her phone out to you with an expecting look. “She says you aren’t answering her messages, so you have no choice this time.” A stare off started between you both, but it was pointless. Sansa was following orders, and the phone was no doubt not even on mute as the other party would hear you trying to protest and only make more of a scene about it later.

Reluctantly, you grabbed it from her hands before pushing up from the table. Muttering you’d take it outside as Sansa took your place. Amused smirks on all three women knowing what was coming your way. Not even bothering to put your jacket or shoes back on, you slipped out the front door. Holding the phone down, your eyes closed as ling as it took to sigh out.

Bringing it up along with your hands covered by your long sleeves trying to keep warm in the colder autumn air, you sat down on the top step, your side pressing against one of the railing pillars as you tried to keep as steady tone, eyes closed tightly in preparation. “I assume Sansa told-”

Well, she was right. You were absolutely about to get yelled at. “In the list of things presently happening in your life, did you not think it would be the most important news to tell me that you are pregnant?” Trying to say her name in the start of an explanation, Margaery on the other end only cut you off. Her voice higher pitched and a bit shrill, in that fashion you knew meant she likely was in her room. Half way through getting ready to go out and now pacing back and forth on the phone with you in a mood. “We’ve known each other since we were girls, told each other about our crushes, every major life change we’ve gone through you were the first person I told besides my brother, and now this happens and I have to hear it from Sansa?”

Your tone was not welcome in her lecture, something flat and sarcastic. “Strange way to refer to learning something your own partner told you.”

You could see it. Her stopping mid pace, turning around as if to look at you with wider eyes and a mouth agape that you would joke in a time like this. “You are not sassing your way out of this discussion. Did a Maester test you already?” Answering just that morning, but she didn’t react just yet. Firing off more interrogating questions. “When did this happen?”

You were honest, but telling Margaery that story might have been a mistake for you right now.

Her voice was a bit breathy, as if speaking through a gasp but also no doubt grinning beyond compare. “He got you pregnant at a wedding? If that doesn’t say something-”

Cutting her off, your eyes glanced up. One figure would have been too much, but both? Jon had arrived back, parking off on the street a little knowing he’d have to work out parking arrangements now that he and Robb both would be back with the already two cars, but as he walked up with a larger cloth bag then you assumed he’d return with, Robb approached as well from the main house with the last of your own things to bring over. “It doesn’t say anything, Margaery. It was an accident.”

“And yet you still didn’t tell me.”

Your free hand rested on your legs bent on the next step. Bracing against your forehead, your eyes were blocked from the view of both approaching Starks looking at the other, then to you and back, with equally as frustrated expressions. But the phone in your hand at least could be your only reprieve from watching you accidentally start another fight between them. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, and I’m sorry you had to hear it from Sansa, but, it’s been complicated. I only found out a few days ago-”

You should’ve known she’d also get angry that it was a few days ago you found out, and not yesterday as it seemed Sansa’s retelling had made it sound. Your name came from her mouth with a tone that rivalled even your own mother and father, if such a feat were possible. “You didn’t tell me for days?”

Raising your head back up, your flickering eyes caught sight of Jon and Robb both as they approached from different sides of the driveway before tucking your hand into your lap. Curling more in on yourself as you leaned against the railing as if that would make you small enough to disappear from their view.

Robb thankfully, took the more direct approach. Passing by you with a gentle look, his blue eyes bright in the outside sun that reflected that you no matter what still also had him. Only in that moment you decided not to tell Margaery that you told Robb first, instead of her. Bringing your things into the house he left you out there, but Jon was a little more conflicted.

Slowly making his way up the steps, his grey eyes light and wide as they looked so brightly at you but with something unsure and worried sitting just behind them as he looked at you. The edges of his lips twitching wanting to say something, but respecting that you were on the phone. Instead, his head dropped down as he swallowed whatever the gentle emotion painted across his face was. Brows narrowed and more frustrated then before, he seemed like he was about to pass you by completely and deal with you later.

Only, as Margaery continued to speak on the other end, you suddenly felt Jons warm figure lean down. Pulling you by the other side of your head back a bit, his lips pressing firmly down against your hair. Lingering for a moment longer then you had expected, a weight came up in your throat as that stinging feeling returned. That same pathetic fear telling you what if you never felt that again. You didn’t lean back, look up at him, or react in any way but stiffen up. But, Jon was observant. Your expression telling it all that something deeply had begun to bother you, but now in this house with such fresh news, he knew getting you alone in a state of mind to talk about it was not going to have many opportunities for some time. Not until the excitement to his siblings all simmered down. Which, who knew when that would happen.

He was happy, you were pregnant and you both wanted to keep it, he had been thrilled last night when he finally found out. But today he watched you swim back to the shores of fear and insecurity like something would go wrong and he wanted that fear to go away. He never wanted you to doubt what this was, and he knew some of what might be bothering you.

He had a few gifts he still had yet to give you, the wolf was supposed to be tonight's. He thought perhaps in a few days could be the other, but no doubt Arya would insist you come to the Festival with them, meaning Jon wouldn’t be able to say he was staying home with you. So there went that one. But as he walked into the house, he thought maybe he had an idea for a third and it was hearing Sansa mention that it was Margaery Tyrell you were on the phone with, that gave him that.

He had heard much of her, and she of him, but they had never met nor spoken, but Jon knew he might need to change that. If just to give you one gift to smile at properly, and at best, show you that he did this just to make you happy. And reassure you that none of your fears were true or worth dwelling on if he could help it.

Passing the rest of his family, Jon simply made his way up the stairs to the second floor. It had been a long time since he could call it his room up here. Once more of his younger siblings were born, it felt a bit crowded considering he was a brooding fourteen year old boy. That was when he moved into the basement, but the room up here was still considered his. It was larger then even his room in the smaller house before, and considering he and Robb were the eldest, had the perks of a small on suite in both their rooms. It wasn’t much, and the tub was a lot smaller then the other one, but it would be enough he still could have you in a bath with him when he wanted.

It was odd, the room he spent years dwelling on how in love with you he was, and now he was walking into it with books, pills, and other assorted things just for you all because you were pregnant. With his child. It was surreal, and the dazed look in his eye as he walked in was not unnoticed by his father, putting the final touches on the room for you both himself.

“Do I even want to ask how you’re feeling?”

Blinking his suprise off his face, Jon swallowed that weight down. His voice coming through a bit more rough then he expected. “About last night or in general?” His father simply stating either, Jon sighed. Looking to his dresser with an empty space on top he put the bag there before turning to lean against it, his arms crossing over his front before letting one hand run down his exhausted face. “I didn’t want you all to find out that way.”

Nodding, his father made his way more over to him, something knowing yet comforting on his tone as if he always knew how to talk his children down from difficult states. “I don’t know what gave Robb that idea, but he’ll come around.” Jon didn’t say anything, he doubted it entirely. Stepping over, he matched his sons posture beside him, only his eyes on Jons as Jons were on the floor. “If you had only known her for three months total, I’d have more reason to be worried. But you haven’t. You’ve known her over half your life, been in love with her for gods know how long. It makes sense you were more ready for this then someone else might be this soon into a relationship.”

Jon knew his father wasn’t wrong, but he had spent so much time the past hours feeling guilty that it finally all came out in that shame and insecurity. “I thought about it all the time. Her being pregnant. I couldn’t think of anything else, but I’d never-” Cutting himself off, Jon almost as a nervous tick ran a hand over his mouth once more before dropping it back down. “I know she doesn’t think that, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt that Robb does.”

For a moment, he assumed his fathers silence meant the conversation was over. About to push off the dresser to get to work, he was stopped by his fathers sudden lighter tone, more bemused as his eyes were bright in the distance of a memory. “I bought things for a baby before Catelyn was even pregnant.” If that didn’t have Jons head whipping to the side to look at him with wide eyes, but his father only chuckled to himself. “I was out with Robert, and we passed this woman coming out of some Specialty Babe Shop. A little blanket in the window, grey and black. We had somewhere to be, but I thought about that blanket all day. Didn’t even make it to work the next morning on time, because I was too busy buying it and hiding it in my car so she wouldn’t see it when I came home.”

His father obviously told him the story to make him laugh, but Jon only looked at him for a moment. The trust filling him knowing in close to amusement how alike he really was to his father, Jon turned to the bag he had brought. The other things he went out to buy in there, but still what he called his first gift inside.

Pulling it out, the soft wolf plush he handed it to his father. Explaining in a low tone as it was looked over, “I saw it in a store window when I was in town with her. I left early before going on shift the next morning to buy it, and hid it in my locker there.” Ned just laughed, a deep laugh from his chest as he nodded.

Commenting with even more of a light tone, “I think our ancestors might have been onto something, making the House Sigil a wolf. The way the men in our family act.” Both of them laughed that time, something maybe a little less worried in his head. He knew his father loved having a large family, having a difficult one growing up.

His own father Rickard a difficult and stern man, and his older brother Brandon somewhat distant from him, as he stayed half the time in Barrowton going to a unique private school opened by the Dustins. Their families close and had enough room to enroll one of them, and their father chose Brandon. His sister Lyanna not born until he was already a boy, and Benjen not even born until a bit after that. So he liked having all of his children here.

Never doing the same, and sending any one of them away for any reason. Keeping them all here, in Winterfell as a close family. It made sense, being so separate from his own family, especially when so soon after marrying Catelyn, did his his father and brother both die in an accident, and almost a year later, his sister Lyanna pass away while on a trip abroad, that instilled a deep need in his fathers mind that he wanted to start a family. Maybe try to heal from the pain of losing so much of his own after that.

But, Jon knew he didn’t have that excuse. His fathers want for a family made sense, but Jon? He knew he felt a bit more obsessive over it. Something almost possessive, but he kept that to himself.

Handing it back to him, his father gave him a look with a bit of hope and guidance. “Robbs moving in too, to help take care of her when you can’t be here. Eventually, he’ll run out of red flags he thinks he’s seeing and you two will make up. He thinks better of you then he’s willing to admit, I promise.”

Jon nodded stiffly, hiding the wolf plush away in the bag once more before clearing his throat to somewhat change the subject, and lighten the tense tightness against his chest. “What needs to be done up here?”

You could only sigh deeply. Hiding your eyes in your sleeve as your arm was propped up on your knee. You hadn’t been dragged out like this for some time, and gods be good did Margaery of all people know how to put on a lecturing tone. You suspected she must have heard your sigh despite trying to hide it, as her tone shifted a little, catching your attention with a more gentle call of your name. “Okay, the lecture part is over. How are you really feeling?”

Your silence spoke volumes, and even moreso the longer you struggled to come up with something firm to actually say. Shifting so your free hand sat at your lips, unconsciously biting at the nail on your thumb you only found any words when she called your name once more, that time in a more soft tone. “I don’t know. I had a panic attack about it the other night, then Jon found the test results so I didn’t even really tell him-” Cutting you off she jumped more to a point she sensed was a worry, asking exactly how Jon reacted. “I thought he was happy.”

“You thought? You don’t know?”

Sighing again, you moved your hand away from your mouth and tucked it against your stomach as you again curled in on yourself. “He seemed happy..he said he wanted this but now I don’t know.” Asking what changed, you struggled what that too. “I can only think of a few reasons he would want this, and plenty more he wouldn’t.”

You could hear her tone shift, as if she had been pacing this whole time and only now managed to settle either on the edge of her bed or at her overly elaborate vanity that you spent so many years as teenagers letting her paint you up like a doll on. “Listen to me, men will always have a million reasons no to want something. They’re good at it, finding excuses. I haven’t met him, but I promise you that if Jon really didn’t want this, he’d probably not hide it from you at this point. He wouldn’t be moving you two into the main house if he didn’t want this. Putting a failing relationship on display for everyone to see. I’ve been to that house more times then I can count and I’ve still never even ran into him once, someone that private isn’t going to want an audience for when everyone finds out he doesn’t want this with you.”

It poked at your mind, the question that you didn’t follow up with. What if he did want this last night, but changed his mind after it was too late to go back. Jon was a very private man, for the longest time Margaery would joke she didn’t even know if he really existed because of how little social media presence he even had. But he also was sweet and kind and caring. Meaning he wouldn’t want to make things awkward for his family after this arrangement was already made, and was playing nice now that it was too late to go back on it. “I uh, I should go. Everyone’s busy inside getting things moved in and I’ve been out here for who knows how long.”

Standing up abruptly, you offered to give her back to Sansa, but she sighed. The image of looking down at herself and realizing it had been near half an hour she was in the middle process of doing her hair no doubt. “I should get back to things here. I talk that girls ear off enough as it is.” A gentle laugh shared between you both, but she had one more thing to say. “I know this is scary, but you can always come to me if things are too much. You know my grandmother loves you and she wouldn’t pester you about things the way we might.”

Despite her not being able to see it, you nodded. A shaking inhale as you said goodbye and hung up. Standing on the porch just looking at the distance with the phone in both your hands as you considered what to do. What you wanted to even do. You weren’t lying when you said you wanted to keep it, but you also were serious when you told Jon that if he really wanted it, you’d get rid of it. It sounded desperate, doing whatever he wanted against your wishes just to stay with him but you couldn’t change the fact that such a pathetic part of you was there no matter what you thought otherwise.

But, there was nowhere to hide here. Not living in the main house. It was odd, just walking in on your own. Even when you were a guest here over many nights, it was rare you’d ever leave on your own and wander in and out as you pleased. You stayed in the guest room, not a main room. You didn’t have this place to call a home the way you did the smaller house.

It was slow, the way you slipped inside. Things seemed to have settled a bit since you first walked in. From one of the living room spaces you looked around the corner, seeing the television on. Sansa on one couch with her nails gently scratching at the slumbering Lady, and Arya splayed out on another with what looked like her homework spread out on the coffee table in front of her. You couldn’t hear where Catelyn had gone, and you knew Bran was out, always the one to take Rickon to whichever sport the youngest Stark was trying out that month.

Upstairs you could hear more. The faint sound of Robb and Neds voice, but you suspected that no doubt Jon had to be up there too if nowhere else. First making your way over to the couch, you gently sat Sansas phone down beside her, her head turning up and back to look at you with a quiet tone, “I told her to go easy on you.”

A half smile came at the explanation, partially saying that she didn’t need to make any sort of apology. The same half smile trying to be given to Arya, just watching you quietly in the same way her sister was as if both were expecting something or trying to figure something else out. But, you made your way to the main hall before they could come to whatever conclusion it was. Each step up the stairs felt heavy, it felt like a weight was sinking you further and further into the wood, your grip in the railing tight enough your knuckles strained as it moved along.

The voices grew clearer as you approached the second floor. Robbs voice heard from his old room, the light on and door open but far enough away you couldn’t see him in there, and across the hall from him you could from this angle see Ned and Jon inside his old room. Jon knelt down by a cabinet as he was unpacking something, and putting what appeared to be blackout curtains over the lighter ones that had long since taken place in the room when Jon went to the basement.

Biting hard down on your tongue, it was a tie. You didn’t know what to do, you felt foreign. New to this place despite how many years you spent on and off around. It was easy for them, this was their home, they grew up here. But you? You felt odd just walking around with the freedom to go and so whatever you wanted. You felt like that could be much of your life. Never really living somewhere that you felt was firmly home in there halls. Just a place you were in that time before you moved on.

It had been obvious too how much you had lost when Jon picked you up from Karl Tanner’s place. Jon had what looked like a lot, but really was a normal amount of things to own and you had not much in comparison. Even moreso, the things you did have, so much of them Jon had taken you out to buy himself. He was all over your possessions, and now, your person too. If he didn’t want this, or you for much longer, then you didn’t know how you’d come back from it. How you’d shake off the fact that Jon was imprinted over your life to such a heavy degree.

But, you didn’t have to choose what to tackle first, Robb stepping out into the hall and catching you with your hands fidgeting together at the top of the stairs calling your name. “You alright?” A closed mouth half smile he did not believe coming across you with a nod of yes. Gesturing to Jons room he maintained a low but soothing tone, “We have everything handled up here, you can relax if you want.”

That was the issue. How did you relax anymore? How does one relax in a space you might not belong in, with people who might not want you in some time? Biting down against your tongue you tried to nod, but made no move to go anywhere. It was very clear to Robb how you stood there, looking utterly and completely lost.

The voices travelling catching the others attention, Jon suddenly appearing at the edge of the door. Glancing at Robb and then his eyes flickering into the room, Jon seemed to take whatever this scenario was and move it somewhere else if just for that moment. “Did you eat?” Nodding yes, he muttered “Good.” Turning back to the room to grab something, not the bag he came in with but a smaller paper one you recognized would’ve come from the pharmacy in town as he made his way to you in the hall. “He said you should take this in the morning, but it shouldn’t be too late just for today.”

It only dawned on you by the time he got to your person what he was even referring too. The pills, right. Nodding, you were simply silent as you let him turn you back around and down the stairs as he followed at your heel. Your head stayed down and mind a bit foggy, but Jons eyes pretended not to notice the way he could see his sisters staring at you both with significant glances. Whatever was on their minds, he wanted them to keep it to themselves.

No one luckily was in the kitchen by the time Jon guided you in there. Putting the bag down on the smaller table, Jon told you to give him a moment as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard. Hearing the tap turn on behind you, your fingertips just barley reached the bag from here, toying with the edge to look at them before the glass of water appeared as he sat it on the table in front of you.

Knowing which was which, Jon got everything out for you. Once more picking up on how everyone was treating you with kid gloves suddenly. You didn’t know if that was making you feel more or less pathetic if you were honest. He prompted you to take each one, slowly moving the bottles into a specific spot in a drawer. Mindlessly as the last went down, you picked up one of them. Honestly, you barley registered any of the words on it, but you turned and turned the bottle as if any of it made sense in your mind what this was what your life was now. You always thought when you’d learn you were pregnant, your life would be so different then what it was now, and the mess it turned out to be was a sort of whiplash against your mind versus reality.

Murmuring your name, you looked up to Jon with his hand out, not even needing to ask before you handed it to him. Hiding your own hands back in your sleeves as that insecurity made you feel like you needed to be smaller and more out of the way despite Jon happily standing so close in the rather large kitchen. “I’m sorry.”

Turning back to you, Jons face twisted into confusion. “What are you sorry for?” Saying that it was for last night, Jon stepped up closer. One hand coming up to your waist while his other rose to cup your cheek. “You had nothing to do with what happened last night.” Mentioning to him that you seemed to have something to do with it, Jon exhaled deeply akin to a sigh. His thumb running back and forth against the soft skin he found there. “We were arguing about you, not because of you.”

“Why?”

That time he hesitated, and you didn’t grasp why. Feeling like Jon was silent as he searched in his mind for an answer you’d believe rather then the flat truth. “This all happened quickly, it took us all off guard. He just wanted to make sure everything was alright, and I let it get heated.” Brows furrowing, it was on the tip of your tongue that he didn’t have a reason to get mad at Robb, you cut it off before it could slip from your lips that if anything he should be mad at you. Letting your hands drift up to his chest somewhat, but not stepping all that closer to him. “Darling,”

You shook your head, wanting it to be dropped if only for right now. “Still. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I haven’t exactly been myself today.”

Jon would’ve playfully rolled his eyes if he couldn’t tell how upset you presently were pretending you weren’t. His other hand reaching up to cup your other cheek, he turned you down enough to press a kiss to your forehead before allowing his own to rest there too. Your hands sliding a bit higher more at his collarbones. Rasping down at you, you could feel his warm breath dancing across your skin. “I think you have more then a good enough reason to be.” Both thumbs running across your cheeks, “I want you to take it easy tomorrow.”

Right. He had to go in tomorrow. Of course. Jon had his shifts, everyone was either going to be at work or school tomorrow and you’d be here alone. In a house that wasn’t yours, unsure if it would ever feel like yours before it was too late. “I have work to do-”

Jon pulled back, looking you more in the eye as he let a hand drift back down to your waist, pulling you ever so slightly closer. “I didn’t say don’t do anything, just that I want you to relax while you do them.” Looking you over with a curious yet inquisitive look his eyes narrowed slightly, “Did you even sleep after last night?”

There was no point in lying, you likely looked beyond exhausted. Shaking your head no, you promptly let your hands drop down to his sides a bit more casually. “I think I dozed off a few times at best.” He knew why, you both did. Maybe it was to make things feel less tense, maybe it was because he knew there were ears all around the house now listening in on your conversations, but he chose a different path.

Moving his hand from your cheek to tuck your hair behind your ear, letting his fingers run through the loose locks as they fell downwards on you. “I don’t sleep well without you either.” If only for a moment he got a laugh from you, and he matched yours with his own. For once your mind distracted by the handsome way he looked in such a laugh and his eyes shining so bright as he did so.

It was starting to feel like this was all anyone wanted to talk to you about.

From morning to night, all anyone could do was at some point during a conversation, turn it around and make it about you being pregnant. Even if not spoken directly to you, it was about you. And when it wasn’t talking, everyone was being extra careful around you as if you were going to break. You were a porcelain doll and everything around you was something that could knock you to the ground and smash into pieces with the slightest touch, and so they were all the guards standing around to make sure that didn’t happen.

News had finally begun to spread, despite you not saying a single word about it anywhere online. People you hadn’t heard from in a long time begun reaching out to you as if they really cared, instead of the obligation of sending some a congratulations as if it meant anything. Old classmates, people you only ever knew in passing greetings from when you worked at the office, everyone found their way to you to send you a message to the point you couldn’t been mistaken for it being plastered all over everyone's homepage.

No word from your family. You understood. They either weren’t ready to speak to you, or didn’t want too. If they ever would, you didn’t know. No one in your family or even adjacent to your family reached out. The only ones who did were surprising. About half an hour after Jon left for work, you had only just dozed back off when your phone vibrated against the night side table. A message from your Uncle Axell Florent, your mothers second older brother. Asking if you could call him when you got the chance.

Slipping something warmer on, you quietly crept downstairs in the empty house as everyone else was still asleep, and slid the back door open. Grey Wind promptly woke up at the sound and followed you out, happy to get the fresh air. Closing it behind you did you finally call him, only to immediately get told how happy he was for you. Asking where he even heard the news, he told you that your mother had called him.

He knew they hadn’t said anything, and told you to be patient. If anyone would come around eventually he said, the first one to do so would be Selyse. As rigid as she could seem, she dreaded missing the life of her grandchild because you didn’t fit into her own moral standards. Assuring you that you always had a place to visit in Brightwater Keep you thanked him. A waver on your voice as you said goodbye, hoping he didn’t hear how emotional the weight in your throat felt at someone in your family saying anything, even if it was an Uncle you barley got to see anymore.

The second was unexpected, nor was he technically part of the family, but he was adjacent to it and the only one in his family line to say a word. It had been in the middle of the afternoon, a random message online from someone who posted so little you forgot he even had any account let alone you followed one another. But it was there as strange as it was.

“Congratulations on you and the baby.”

Jaime Lannister was the twin brother of your Uncle Robert’s wife, Cersei. Her eldest child Joffery, pampered and insufferable prick he was, had taken over your job when you left both times. The first was only temporary until your father could find a suitable replacement and now he had this job during the whole of the campaign, being in charge of PR. You hadn’t looked, you had no interest in seeing anything beyond what you did that week alone. He nor his younger siblings, or Cersei or his other uncle Tyrion said anything yet Jaime Lannister sent a single message.

You didn’t bother saying anything back. Knowing his clever but frustratingly annoying attitude, he’d find some way to twist it into a way to bother you as he had many times when you lived in the same area in Kings Landing.

At this point, there seemed to be no need to even say anything online, come the end of the week near everyone in Westeros would know. Not everyone knew with who, not knowing the workings of your love life, but some did and if a message Jon sent you in the middle of the day said anything, he was getting much the same. He didn’t have time normally to type a lot out to you, but he’d send photos that spoke all the same. That day he sent two in a row, both as ridiculous as the other. The first a screenshot of his inbox, tons of people and many with similar starts of a congratulations of some sort.

The next actually managed to get a laugh from you as impossible as that sounded. A small cake on his desk with icing lazily written across the top, “Congrats on getting laid.” At least he was having fun with it, if only at work.

It was hard to find time alone to talk so far. He’d come home late tonight and leave early tomorrow morning so he could make it back in time to ride down. But it meant you two had barley talked about the baby, or what was to come. Or if you two even stood okay at the same spot. Maybe he thought you were, but you didn’t know about him. You still worried that he’d realize he made a mistake by saying he wants this, and find a way to make you leave, or talk you into getting rid of it before it was too late.

By dinner, you pin pointed what the feeling was around the house. You still felt like a guest. The Starks treated you well, but like a guest and not like someone who lived there, like there was only so much you could do to contribute before you as the outsider got in the way. Yet, in a manner you were. Sitting there you looked around as everyone talked, and knew that you weren’t family. You were like family, but not actual family. Being pregnant didn’t make you a member of the family, and you were worse then just on the outside, you were unintentionally helping to rip things apart.

Robb and Jon still barley spoke, eyes meeting the other but little more. They both freely spoke to you, but rarely each other. And when they did, it was a bit stilted. Some eyes noticed more then others, and after the outburst the other night everyone knew you were a sore spot between them for whatever reason. But, Jon did his best to ignore it.

Sitting near one end of the large table next to you, Jon would quietly, sometimes silently direct you to keep eating when you’d get distracted or let your mood weigh down your appetite. When you hadn’t taken much in the first place, once everyone else was distracted and eating, Jon just silently shifted some of his own onto your plate with barley a glance up at you. He knew you understood what he was saying.

Had your mood not felt so all over the place, it might’ve amused you that he was already being a bit what you might playfully describe as bossy. For a brief while, you thought maybe you could push these thoughts away, until at least after the festival. But, that too seemed not in the cards.

Jon had called you in the middle of the morning that day saying that something came up and he needed to stay late, unsure as to how long that would be. Apologizing profusely that he’d make it up to you, you just quietly told him it was alright and to be safe driving home so late whenever that would be. He knew you were trying not to sound sad when you hung up, not disappointed, but a bit lonely almost. You certainly felt that. It felt like the joy you both shared in those moments the other night when he learned the truth would never come back, a fleeting accident never to be replicated between you both again.

Everyone around you was getting ready to go when Robb came home. One of the first things he saw was you alone on the couch waiting to leave with a look more dejected then normal. He knew why and he felt terrible. He hadn’t instigated anything with Jon since the other night for your sake. What happened really upset you to the point his mother had to bring you over to the house. Neither he nor his brother wanted that, but it got out of hand.

And now with all three of you in the house with the rest of his family, he knew he needed to keep that anger in check much better. Robb could get just as angry as Jon, but Robb also knew he had a far better handle on his temper then Jon. His brother could easily be set off by the right person poking very specific spots and Robb was one of the only people who knew what those were and for some reason, he kept choosing to do it until they stood yelling at each other in their own driveway in the middle of the night.

Seeing Theon helping Rickon with his costume he wanted to wear, all his younger siblings dressing up as was tradition, even Sansa out of the corner of his eye had made an elaborate costume despite every year saying she was too old for it anymore. He saw him though stop for a moment, his gaze flickering up to Robb and nodding over to you. He read the message, to handle you.

Robb didn’t know everything that was upsetting you, he knew one thing, but he also knew the other Theon was pointing out, that the fight he and Jon had was still on your mind and you’d blame yourself before you blamed them. Theon could do a lot for you, but he couldn’t fix what was a problem Robb knew he started.

The entire walk over the room to where you were, he ignored Sansa’s pointed stare in his back.

Sitting down next to you, your hands just in our lap toying with your other fingertips, he tried making a joke to ease you into any conversation. “If you wanted to dress up too love, you could’ve just said something.” Barley did it even get half of a smile on one side of your face. Nudging you gently in the arm with his, he tried again, that time his voice a bit softer and quieter. “Do you want to talk about it?” Asking just as quiet and yet not at all convincing, talk about what, Robb was silent until you looked over at him. A raised brow and knowing glance he let his eyes flicker down to your torso in the only relevant spot to even glance at.

Sighing deeply, you dropped his gaze looking down to your fidgeting hands before pulling them more back in your sleeves as if trying to force yourself not to continue. Barley a mumble came out of your mouth, but he heard you anyways. “It’s just a lot to handle on my own.” Robb responding with a confusion that you weren’t alone but you bit at your lip and looked out the window to the side as if to distract yourself for a moment. “I mean you’ve all been generous. More then generous..but it’s not the same for me.”

He knew what you were getting at, and part of him felt bad, but he needed to simply comfort you in the moment rather then overstep what he knew he couldn’t. “Didn’t you say your uncle called you?” Nodding, he tried leaning more forward to catch some of your gaze again. “And what did he say?”

Your eyes narrowing in thought, as if trying to recall the exact words as you spoke them aloud slowly. “That my mother told him, so he thinks at least she will come around eventually.” Noting that didn’t sound too bad, you only shrugged. He knew it bothered you. Normally not being so close to your family had fallen to the wayside of things you deeply cared about, but now you had switched gears. Seeing the Starks come together so easily and willingly because one half of the party involved was Jon, and how nothing even close to the same would ever be for you.

Even in their main house, he knew you felt lonely and the worries about Jon weren’t helping. That Robb did wish to handle, but his father had warned him to back off. A more stern talk the night before, after dinner where he said that this was something only you and Jon could figure and Robb couldn’t intervene in that way. Robb wanted to support Jon, he was his brother. The same age, grew up their entire lives together and it was awful being at odds for months.

But as stubborn as Jon was, so was Robb, and their father knew it.

Letting a hand run along your back to smooth up and down your upper arm, he pulled you into his side just the slightest. “Come out with all of us tonight, try to have fun, and we’ll start fresh tomorrow. I promise.”

You didn’t nod, but he didn’t expect you too. He knew you were thinking on if you even could start fresh in this same situation, but he didn’t get the chance as everyone begun moving out. Theon making his way now over, “You’re riding with us, Baratheon.”

Gesturing between himself and Robb, you looked more wide eyed and he hated that he had to do this for the plan to work. Let you just be sad with little comfort. But it needed to be done just this once. Moving you close to the front door, he let both hands run along your upper arms as he guided you out onto the porch. “Have fun one night, and you’ll feel better.”

The ride over was quiet. Theon and Robb both offering you the front seat, but you only politely shook your head no. You were fine in the backseat at that point. Letting the two of them enjoy up front, their music more quietly playing. Every now and again either of them would try throwing the conversation back to you, but with small words you barley contributed. Wishing you didn’t let them talk you into coming, you felt now as if you’d just drag them down.

It was childish, but you felt even more lonely knowing Jon wasn’t there. You felt like you were walking on eggshells around him now, but you had gotten so used to him being there that it felt odd to be so distant from him. It felt like the sort of event you would’ve loved to go with him to now that you were together, even with his family around. But you couldn’t blame him for needing to stay late, it was your fault for being upset about it in the first place.

You weren’t even aware of how much time had passed. The sky turning from a fading blue to an orange as the sun properly set beyond the skyline, and the clouds casted in shades of purple in their final moments of brightness before the evening turned more to a look of night. The Festival looked very active as you drove up. Knowing likely where they were to meet up by the entrance, you assumed it didn’t matter where Robb parked.

Arms crossing over your front as you walked, Robb and Theon glanced up to where you could see the rest of the family first. Sansa coming down the stairs handing tickets over to the two of them first, you jokingly could only ask, “Change your minds on bringing me?” But Sansa only glanced over all of your shoulders with something more bright in her eyes and a held back smirk. “Oh I don’t have your tickets, he does.”

Your brows narrowed in confusion, when no one else’s did until you turned around. The first sight would’ve been something, but you had three reactions in a row, all different then each other. Something wide and bright eyed as you saw, standing at his car with his arm perched on the door as if he just stepped out was Jon, a smile so handsome on his face.

The second was confusion, dressed in something matching Sansa’s costume was Margaery looking as so proud for pulling whatever stunt this was on you, but you didn’t seem to grasp why she was here or why this was left as a suprise until she spoke. “Oh I’m not the surprise, this one is.” You hadn’t seen from where you were her on the other side of Jons car and in the dark night and parking lot you couldn’t see inside with the lights off.

Opening the door she let the third party out, but your reaction finally turned to something both ecstatic yet so relieved you felt your face warm in a manner that hinted at how you could cry. Calling your name first, you could barley get her name out before she ran to you. “Shireen?”

Coming quickly to your senses, you ran forward and knelt down enough that you met her in the middle. Your baby sister flying right into you with a hug, and both holding you far tighter then any hug before for some time. Running a hand along her hair as you broke out into a smile pulling back, keeping her arms in your grip to look her over. “I didn’t think mother or father would’ve allowed you to come.”

The mischievous grin in her eyes thus matched the one sat in both Jons and Margaery’s and only at that moment did you put together this was a plan everyone else was in on. Turning halfway around to see Robb, Theon, and Sansa all watching with an amusement that it worked before turning back to Shireen.

You could tell Margaery did the makeup to suit her face perfectly. The left side of her face covered in greyscale from when she was still a baby, it was obvious Margaery carefully painted around the edges with colours to let it blend in. The unmarked side of her face decorated with a skeletal appearance much like depictions of the stranger without being overbearing. Her dress a long black gown and hood with a deep blue sewn into the insides to keep her warm. There a silver along the dress that was too matching like a skeleton to match that only showed in direct light properly to glow.

Margaery circled around with a bright smile on her face. “Well, Jon could tell it was bothering you that your family wasn’t reaching out to you, so he thought maybe we could get just one to come see you.” Standing up, you kept your hands around Shireen pulling her back into you like a hug. Glancing to Jon he just nodded slightly to the side indicating she could explain. “He reached out to me asking if there was a way to get Shireen to meet you here, and we made a plan. Loras and I talked to Renly, who managed to convince Stannis and Selyse that we were taking her to a smaller ceremony near Highgarden for the festival. When really, Renly dropped us off so Jon could come get us and suprise you together.”

Your eyes bright looking to Jon, the feeling of Shireen holding at your arm almost like a hug of her own back. “I had to get her number from Sansa,” Jon looking over to Sansa whom Margaery was walking over to. Before gesturing over to Robb and Theon, “And got them to make sure to bring you no matter what so you could be surprised.”

Robb walking over, he ran a hand along your arm with a softer tone but an amusement shining bright in his eyes. “Jon will drive you home, have fun.” Shireen, completely oblivious to anything else like tension, turned up to wave at him, Robb giving a bright one back and a smile coming over her at finally meeting people she’d heard of for so many years.

Margaery and Sansa linked arms, bright smiles looking at you with knowing as the former explained, “I have to get her back to the hotel by midnight, so no getting into trouble we would’ve at her age.” Your face fell a bit flat looking at her as Sansa too waved at Shireen back, a high pitched tone in a very kind manner saying she was happy to finally meet her.

The three of you alone, Jon more slowly walked up to you. Something hopeful in his eyes you knew matched the way you must have felt inside. Instead looking down at Shireen, you jested “Did he talk you into this?”

Jons eyes narrowed playfully, but Shireen grinned, “What if I talked him into it?” Muttering as you playfully gave her a small shake pulling a giggle from her as you told her that she was always the one getting into trouble between you both. Knowing how untrue that possibly could be. Before suddenly turning in your grasp to gesture back to Jon once more, “I told Margaery he needs a costume but he said no. Why don’t you have one either?”

A small smile, you were more honest about it then you think Jon expected. “Haven’t been quite feeling up to it recently.” A frown forming over her face that from the corner of your eye, could see Jon trying not to smirk at how similar to you it looked. Leaning down more to her level your expression purposely brightened for her sake. “But, you’re here now. So how about when we get in, you can look for something small I can wear.”

Shireen was a girl who was not to be trifled with when she wanted something, with an excitement in her eyes she turned to Jon, “Only if I can pick something for you too.” Jon without hesitating, told her it was a deal and the smile on her face grew somehow more as she turned back to you before the thought hit her. “Is what mother said true?”

Resisting the urge to look up at Jon, you remained stoic in your expression. “What did she say?”

You already knew, the hint told to you by your uncle means it could’ve easily passed through Shireens ears, but you let her tell the story as she saw fit. But the way her eyes dropped down to her feet for a moment said it all for you, pushing away the grin wanting to form as what she said matched your suspicions. “I overheard her. She was on the phone with Ser Axell, and she was upset with you..that you were pregnant. She doesn’t know I heard her, I can keep it a secret I promise. I just want to know if I’m going to be an aunt soon.”

Inhaling deeply, your eyes that time did flicker up to Jon. Knowing he should have a say as well but he simply nodded at you in encouragement. “We’ve only just found out, but yes.” You were nearly slammed into the ground with another hug as she begun to ramble. A boy or girl, how she’d get to see them, before deciding she also needed to find something today as a present to give to them when they’re born as you laughed more freely then you had in days. “Alright, but we have to get inside for that. Are you ready?”

Before she even nodded, Shireen looked over to Jon properly. “You’re coming with us right?”

His gaze remained neutral, while his eyes spoke a doubt. He had done this for you, and you didn’t want to make him leave just because you were insecure. Luckily, whatever your face conveyed behind Shireen was enough to convince her. “Of course. How are you going to buy me something to wear if I’m not there?”

Turning to move towards the main entrance, you pushed up to your full height as Jon approached you for a quiet moment. Opening then closing your mouth, words wanted to come out but it was difficult. So much you could say but it still was so muddled and confusing. Nodding his head a little, Jon too moved his arm to your lower back guiding you up the path. “Can’t keep her waiting.”

Everything was certainly decorated accordingly. Much more festive then any you had attended before. Lights all around set up to glow purples, orange, red, dark blending colours giving everything a spooky sort of energy and many statues and figures and displays set up to look much like images of the Stranger and displays of modestly grotesque sights meant to mimic things the Stranger might see in their time. All done not to be scary necessarily, but meant to amuse as it was to put a small fear in children no doubt.

The first area was set up like a small village. In the daylight you imagined this place was once the courtyard of a castle, now designed instead for such festivities to be decorated. Many places were naturally food, candy, all the sorts. Some local and some much more chosen to appeal to the children about. You could easily imagine the moment Rickon stepped in here, Catelyn would’ve had to prevent him from eating himself sick right away.

Speakers were hidden carefully in trees and foliage to keep the illusions. In some places more dark and eerie music played while in others sound effects like thunder were meant to bring an aura of danger no doubt. Shireens eyes were wide with so much to look at. Actors dressed up all around were placed and wandering to scare passerby’s and speak to them in character of whomever they portrayed. Only moments after going inside, did you and Jon have a stand off.

There was a booth, little necklaces with a light up cartoonish ghost attached to it that indicated to the actors not to scare you. You had thought he stopped to ask Shireen, but she turned to stand beside Jon on a dime, both of them looking at you expectantly. “I’m barley a month in.”

Jons arms crossed over his chest as Shireen followed his move. He though was much more convincing when his voice ran deep with more of an authority then Shireens would have. “I don’t know how much they’re going to try, and in this condition-”

“Jon, it has a name.”

Barrelling over your words he continued, “I want to make sure you’re alright. There’s enough going on around us.” Asking if Shireen needed one if you were to, he looked down at her with a grin before back to you. “She’s dressed up scarier then some of the actors. They should be the ones staying far away from her.” Were you not trying to fight against Jon coddling you, you might have melted at the way Shireen instantly had taken to him.

When it was Karl or Ramsay, you never liked the idea of her being around them. Not knowing what they’d be like with kids let alone a sweet and sensitive one like your baby sister. But Jon? He helped raise four younger siblings, he knew what he was doing and children always loved him. Gravitating like he was their big brother and she was no different, neither of you ever having a brother after all.

Jon let Shireen pick the right necklace, so he could carefully pull it over your head to drape along your front. His eyes even in the more dark light looked soft. His hands falling to his sides but for just the briefest of seconds you watched as he ran two knuckles ever so gently along your stomach before wrapping an arm around your waist to guide you further into the festival.

Shireen almost always was a few feet in front of you both, taking in everything. She was sheltered on Dragonstone, and even there you knew your mother and father kept her inside. Not wishing the greyscale to worry others, how rare it was even now to find a cure for it it scared people. Margaery did a wonderful job with her costume makeup, you’d have to remember to thank her. It wasn’t often Shireen could run around somewhere with her greyscale and feel totally at ease no one was staring at her face.

There were two paths, one down what looked like a large jack-o-lantern with mini ones stringed as lights above it in a different area, and the other over a bridge that stood above a man made lake that had lights glowing down on it to make thew waters shimmer red like blood. Further along the bridge was a castle entrance into a more eeiry section, whereas the other looked like it had more food and games.

Instead of you choosing, you stopped to look at Shireen. “You’re the special guest here, which way should we go first?”

She did not hesitate to choose the scarier option. “I don’t want Jon to have to carry our prizes all night long.” Jon only asking amused how much was he going to carry and she shrugged. “It depends on how good you are.” Only grinning he agreed to it, but with the notion that if he won you both a prize of your choosing, she needed to pick a game to play and win a prize for him. Jons own face turning jestingly serious as hers was genuinely with her hand out making a deal.

Thus far, no one had managed to scare her. She was vigilant even though she was so unused to being in a heavy crowd at night but each time an actor approached she would try to scare them first. Pulling her hood up to hide her hair look more unsettling. Some attempts got a smile, others played into it by trying to scare her back and letting her win. One woman dressed in what you could only guess was supposed to be a kind of witch commenting by putting her hand over her heart, “I’ll have to tell the others to be on the look out for you, I’ll see you in my nightmares tonight, kid.”

Her face always beaming after. She never had so much attention, but each new thing she discovered she always would turn to include you and Jon. You took a step back sometimes, letting them bond as they got along so well. The way he interacted with her reminding you of the way Jon used to interact with Arya when she was that age, but a bit softer and sweeter and less teasing and bantering then he normally was. Shireen could handle some, but she wasn’t quite where you or his own siblings were at and he was happy it seemed to dial it down and be sweet on her.

Part of you hesitated to join them as much. They enjoyed their time together, Shireen always wanting something of a big brother and if only one thing good came out of what happened, it would be they got to meet and you desperately hoped your mother would come around if not for you, then to at least let Shireen visit more. But, you trailed back sometimes. That feeling once more of getting in the way, of intruding on a moment you had nothing to do with.

If you were close too, Jon could see the way you watched him with Shireen and worry that was putting more hope in your head for him wanting to keep the baby. That he’d see your wishful thinking and change his mind faster then you were scared he would.

The haunted houses were easier to start with. There were a few that you all decided to make your way around too, the third of which thus far walking up to it in the queue seemed the most dark and scary. Each seemed to have a specific theme, this one however you couldn’t quite pin down which might have been the point. The darkness and unknown scarier then knowing what to expect. You kept Shireen in front of you, her back up against your front as you kept your hands by her arms to guide her, especially in the dark.

The greyscale had left her eyesight in her left eye more faded then most people. Maester Cressen estimated that she had about fifty percent of normal vision in bright lights, but it would to her, appear like twenty in that eye in the dark so she had a little more trouble navigating. Jon was right beside you, if a little behind as if to keep your own back safe as you did hers. Actors popping out with a growl or yell, and Shireen would break. Shriek as she’d jump back into you, normally a light laugh on you as you assured her they wouldn’t hurt her.

The actors were good though, noting your necklace and would crouch or bend down more to specifically scare her as opposed to you all as a group. At one point you felt her reaching to find your hand, you gripping hers firmly and kept her close to your front. You’d have to gauge when you left how she was feeling, knowing how not used to horror she was.

Jon didn’t say a word, but kept at least one hand at your waist at all times. Strong and steady against you even when sometimes you’d get startled by the actors by way of them jumping out regardless of if they yelled or not. Your first question was answered as you all stepped out onto the wooden steps leading back to the pathways, as she skipped down them and turned with a jump. Her voice a high pitched near shout of excitement, “Mother never would have let me go in there, it was so much fun,”

Your eyes glanced up, noting you could see some of the other Starks in the distance. Ned and Catelyn clearly getting the youngest three in line for a ride, Catelyn a dismayed smile on her face at her children’s relentless begging to go on more and more rides. Never having gone on one before, you knew they didn’t appeal to Shireen as much as the rest of the festival, but you asked anyways gesturing over. “Do you want to join Jons brothers and sister on there?”

Her neck had to stretch up to see the roller coaster which winded itself above you, a net hanging high no doubt to catch anything which came up from someone before looking back at you and Jon with wide eyes shaking her head no. Jon laughed freely, guiding you down to her level muttering your name, “She never quite liked them either.” Turning to move along the path once more Shireen asked if he did. “When I was your age, not so much now.” Asking why he explained more as she made her way to walk beside him listening diligently. “I work at the Wall, sometimes going North. There aren’t any formal roads out there so any drive out you feel every and all dips in the land. If you get car sick it wouldn’t be a place for you. And some of the places I go are high up in mountains or near caverns or caves. I get enough adventure there.”

Tilting her head in wonder, “Isn’t that all dangerous?” Jon only explaining to her that it could be, if you didn’t know the land. Which was why when he was new, he listened to everything the free folk told him but now he knows where to walk and where not to walk as well as they do. So he keeps safe as he can, that and adding his Uncle Benjen had been his stations First Ranger for over a decade now, so with him by his side he was as safe as he could get. “I used to hear stories that they are all savages who kidnap women in the middle of the night.”

Jon only laughed. “They’re a little rougher then you or I, but they’re really no different from us. Just a different kind of life is all. Besides, they haven’t done things like that in hundreds of years.” Muttering that it still didn’t seem like a place she’d want to visit, he ran a hand along her hair before pulling her hood up almost playfully. “Shame, that’s where I wanted to take you next time.” Nudging his hand away telling him not to tease her, Jon said your name. “Ask her, she gets teased all the time.”

Her looking past Jon to see you nod, her face twisting as she looked back up at him. “I’ll have to watch you from now on.”

By the time you all stopped to get something to eat, you came across a little diner looking building. Cleverly all the workers inside were dressed in tattered uniforms and makeup done to look like the undead, trapped in their jobs long after passing as if the Stranger had never come for them. Jon playfully pushing Shireen a little further in, “How about you find us somewhere to sit?”

Your eyes were trained on the small menu by the time he turned back to you. His voice rasping a little lower as his hand found your lower back stepping to your side, murmuring your name. “Are you alright?” Blinking heavily you looked from the menu to him, such an alluringly soft look in his eyes that you could be charmed into watching forever, instead looking back to the menu and nodding. Muttering you were just figuring out what Shireen should have, “Darling, you know thats not what I’m asking.”

But something more nervous filled you, a weight in your stomach worried once more of when you’d never hear that term coming from him towards you again. Would he ever call another woman that when you were gone? A term for you alone, or was it only because you were there at that moment. “I’m fine.” Pushing it all back and partially this conversation, you didn’t want Shireen to pick up on anything and make her worry. “Really, Jon.”

You both knew he didn’t believe you, but for now he let it go.

Eventually she found something for you both to wear. Nothing quite like hers was suitable in her eyes, so she decided to go with a pair of demon horns. Jons a bit longer and more menacing, yours short and a bit more what she called cute. Nothing big or obnoxious, but you both happily let her put them on your heads, satisfied she had made you both finally look like you belonged.

By the time you circled around to the games, it was more obvious to Jon that you really weren’t alright. The night ticking closer to when you would have to drive her and Margaery back to their hotel and not know when you’d see Shireen again on your mind. And that you’d be left alone with Jon, too not knowing where you stood with him. But, you let them enjoy the night as much as part of you truly did feel a warmth in your heart watching how much they got along.

You let Shireen pick what prize she thought you should win, but she had a bright idea. If Jon would win two of the same prize, she’d win the third for him and a fourth for the baby, and you’d all have something matching. Smaller plush toys were chosen on. A skeleton plush with a more demonic looking tail and scythe seemed to match her costume and the horns she picked for you both. Shireen cheered for how easily Jon won, not that you were surprised he was good at anything to do with aim. According to Karsi he was better then most marksmen she’d seen shoot an arrow for twenty years straight.

By the time it was Shireen’s turn, Jon stayed by her side to guide her through. The eyesight too effecting her ability to aim, and Jon would gently move her hands and arms into the right spot when she was off. You eyes wandering a bit until landing on Margaery, hovering nearby watching.

You didn’t say anything as you left, not wanting to disturb them. The word rather elongated a she begun, “So, how is it all going?”

Looking back, a softer glaze in your eyes came over for a moment. “Well enough, they get along great.” Only for her to ask specifically what about you, and then your name in warning when you didn’t respond. Looking back your brows furrowed a bit as your expression finally allowed itself to twist into something subtlety upset. “As long as they have a good night, it’s fine.”

Your name coming from her, Margaery brushed the hair in front of you gently back of your shoulder, “This night is about you too. You’re the pregnant one, you need to be enjoying yourself as well.” Her eyes flickered behind you, suspecting Jon had finally noticed you weren’t there. Not that you had seen, but she did. The brief panic in his eyes thinking you’d wandered off too far and he lost where you were, only to settle just the slightest as he spotted you with Margaery.

“I appreciate you helping to do this, really I do. But one good night won’t fix anything if he decides this isn’t what he wants.” Your name coming more softly from her mouth made you feel worse, the sting behind your eyes suddenly forming along with a block in your throat. Your arms crossed over your front, “He doesn’t want this, Margaery.” Asking gentle like you were the child how you knew that, but your answer was a bit stammering. “I just do. He’s not happy when he’s with me now. He was the night when he found out, but I think he regrets it..I think he realized what he got himself into and made a mistake but now everyone knows and it’s too late to take it back.”

Assuring you he didn’t think that you crossed your arms over your front as it to protect yourself or curl in on yourself. Her hands by your arms she spoke softly and as comfortingly as she could, at least sensing her honesty in the gesture. “You weren’t there, you didn’t hear him on the phone trying to set this up. How desperate he was to give you something that would cheer you up. That man adores you, and he’ll adore your baby together. Just give him a chance to prove it and you’ll see.”

Glancing back finally, you could see an excited Shireen that she finally won and that unfairly handsome grin on his face. Turning back you nodded, no words to say you’d try but she understood. “Do you need to get back to-”

Cutting you off she linked her arm with yours to turn you around and walk back towards Jon and Shireen. “She headed back to find her father, ready to go home when they were. Besides, it’s getting close to when we should probably leave. I have to get her makeup off when we get to the hotel otherwise your mother will wonder exactly what kind of ceremony we went too when she face times.”

Shaking your head at how watchful over Shireen was, how you never got that kind of protectiveness from them, and a weight in your gut that now you never would.

Margaery at least took the reins on starting the conversation as you both walked back over. Looking to Shireen with a bright expression, she let go of your arm to lean down to her level, “Did you win this for me?” Shireen’s face only twisting as she pulled it closer with furrowed brow as Margaery laughed instantly. Running her hand over her hair a little, “Well what am I supposed to remember tonight with?”

Quick on the draw, and perhaps even sensing the teasing game being played Shireen said flatly with an equally as flat expression, “The pleasure of my company.”

You could only turn away with a grin. Looking around the night with people scattered about everywhere, you felt a warmth envelop your side as Jon rested a hand more along your lower back again. Facing you more and himself away from the other two as is rasp was quiet, “Enough fun for one day?” A tiny breath of a laugh came out and a hinting smile to join, pulling what brightness in his eyes Jon could get from your reaction with a tilting nod to the side in agreement. Running his hand more up and down your back he kept your eyes just a beat longer then normal as if not wishing to break away yet before turning you both back to the others.

Shireen seemed to have picked up the winding down mood, asking if it was time to go. You nodded, not even yet allowing her face to fall in a disappointment as you shifted from Jon to pull her more in front of you. Much like how you guided her through each haunted house earlier, but this time you felt her relax more into your touch as she held three of the plushes, yours, hers, and what you presumed was the matching one for a gift for the baby. With Shireen here you dared not let your brain tread back into only moments ago as you ran a hand along her arm. “I’m still coming with you on the drive to the hotel, you have a little bit longer with me.”

A sad nod, you felt guilt at having to end the night but perhaps a tad relieved that she too felt the same dejection at ending the night not knowing when the next would even be. The four of you slowly begun to make your ways to the main entrance out into the dark parking lot, a small part of you wondering if Margaery was feeling awkward. Between yourself and Shireen, and yourself and Jon, there was a comfort in a natural silence no one felt the need to fill with talking that Margaery was not used too. Were your mood not in such an odd place, it might have been ever so slightly amusing.

A cute little instinct in Jon caught your attention for a moment though, the way he found it so instinctive to open and close the car door for you, and yet how he instantly did so for Shireen right away without a second thought. Watching just a little longer as you held your side open still, just as he met your eyes with a softness in the greys you let your gaze quickly flicker away as to not draw attention, when you both knew it was too late for Jon to not catch you staring.

The ride was just as quiet over, nothing more then the light music playing just quiet enough in the background. You sat in the back with Shireen, only quiet whispers shared between you both, asking if she had a good night and her affirming it was her favourite in a long time. Her hands never not clutching the plush toy, you were happy that she would have something physical to remind her of the night even if you couldn’t talk even over the phone for a while. That part of her and you would still be there for the other now that you had put yourself in such a precarious position.

“That Tyrell money knows no end to luxury doesn’t it?”

Looking back at you with a playful squint in her face at your jest, she was no doubt used to the comments. Her family played second only to the Lannisters in terms of sheer wealth, but the Tyrells were always smarter in how they spent it rather then flashy. Clearly though, for Shireens benefit, she had put a little more towards this hotel then you expected when you drove up.

Coming over to you, neither hesitated in a hug. Her whispering in your ear for only you to hear, “Remember what I said, give him a chance.” You said nothing, not that she expected you too. Swallowing roughly as she pulled away, you bit down then on your tongue to calm your expression from twisting too much. Only looking between you, Shireen and Jon hovering by his open car door, she nodded at him and he back before looking to Shireen. “I’ll be right by the elevator waiting for you.”

Not closing the door, but pushing off the car and walking over, Jon crouched down to Shireens height, the brightness in his wide eyes and smile almost was infectious to her. “I’m glad I finally got to meet you, Shireen. Despite everything, it’s better now then never.”

Nodding, she held more of a stern tone which was only overpowered by the degree of cute it was coming from such a small, innocent, and sweet girl. “If I’m an aunt, that makes you by law, my brother. So this isn’t allowed to be the last.” Jon muttering that he knows she’s never had a brother before and only adding he was happy to be hers. Only for a second did she hesitate, and almost as if knowing what was going to happen, Jon had braced himself for Shireen lunging herself forward into a hug. Holding her gently as she held him more tightly, a smile on his face the whole time with a chuckle.

Running a hand down her hair in a smoothing gesture, “Next time, I’ll find a way to bring you up to Winterfell. See if we can’t get you a sleepover with your big sister instead of just Margaery.” She giggled in response. Pulling back, he pulled her by the back of her head close, giving a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Shireen and you only watched for a moment as he left to get in the car to give you both privacy. He wouldn’t have any reason to know what he did, how he didn’t hesitate or likely even think about leaving it on the part of her forehead untouched by greyscale. But he didn’t, a forehead kiss half and half down the middle as if it was normal for anyone outside of her family to want to even entertain touching it. Margaery was an exception, she knew her well through Renly, but Jon was a near stranger to her until tonight.

Kneeling down to her level, you didn’t need to say anything. Green eyes against green, Shireen moreso fell into your front in a hug. Her arms desperate to not let go as you didn’t hesitate to hold her tightly back. Muffled against your clothes where her head was hidden, “When am I going to see you again?”

You’d like to comfort her, but she deserved better then that. “I don’t know, sweet girl. But Jons right, we’ll find a way to do this again before too long.” Asking in a quiet voice if it was going to be before the baby came, you both knew she felt the hesitation. “I can’t promise that. But, I have another idea.” Pulling back you held her by her upper arms to keep her close, your eyes bright with something flooded with an emotion ready to pour out but kept it together for hers much closer to crying now that you really had to leave. “We don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, so how about you start making a list of names you like. You can give them to Margaery to pass to Jon and I, and when we meet again, we’ll see how close you got.”

Nodding, you let your hand run over her cheek with your thumb, catching the tear that escaped. You of course, were the only one outside of your mother and father, or the family Maester to not hesitate touching her skin so freely on the greyscale for a long time. You always had, since the day you could hold her as a baby again when she was cured, you never wanted her to think you’d let her mark make her feel any different to you.

You didn’t expect her to say anything. She was young and upset and conflicted and likely still a bit confused as to why it was the way it was now. Words not easily coming to the vivacious reader when she felt too much in her heart. Just sending her on her away, only a nod when she at the door, turned half around to look at you before going inside.

Jon respected your privacy still, giving you the time to get up and into the car at your own speed, finally sitting in the passenger seat in the front. The music still playing lightly but he clearly had switched it to something softer and more instrumental. The gentle concern in his eyes, as he leaned over. First just pulling the headband off and sitting it in the back with his and the necklace you had let them twist your arm into wearing. Not moving away but letting his hand trail along your cheek, thumb running over the soft skin much more intimately then you had Shireens moments ago. “There’s something we should talk about before we go home. Nothing like that.” Jumping in to speak again the moment your eyes went wide, realizing no doubt how quickly you had taken those words, and watching your shoulders deflate and your eyes soften as the reassured you. Asking what about, Jon just leaned over more to pull at your seat belt, muttering that he’d rather not talk about this in a hotel parking lot you could only laugh at how he just did it for you.

If you had only one ease for your mind it was that the silence was far less awkward then you feared as he drove. Not going along the main roads like normal, but side streets along the riverside as it led through the Twins and into the much more forested lush of the North before Jon found a place to stop.

Stepping out, you turned to him with a light laugh. “Do you just know every single small park from here to the Wall?” Shrugging with a held back grin, Jon pulled you firmly into his side as he walked you through the empty small park to a circular table bench under a lovely looking awning. Your eyes barley noticed the bag in his hand, but couldn’t come up with anything it could be.

Sitting you up against the tables edge, Jon only parted your legs enough to stand between them in front of you. One hand on your hip, but his other ran along your neck and cupped your cheek and jaw more to get you to look at him. “I know it’s not the same for you.” Your brows furrowed in a silent look of question. “Having all of my family around for this, and none of yours. Everyone loves you, but I get it. They’ve just left you alone, to deal with this like they have better things to do then take care of the daughter thats carrying their future grandchild.” Swallowing roughly, that weight didn’t go away and Jons eyes softened as if he knew. “I don’t know when they’ll come around, but I’ll find a way to make sure I can get Shireen to come see you more.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes dropped, but he leaned forward more without turning you to look back up properly. “For tonight, it meant more then I know how to say. At least getting to spend one evening with her.” A tender rasp barley a whisper as Jon muttered that he doesn’t need a thank you.

His warm breath dancing across your skin. “I just want to see you happy.” Trying to argue that you were, Jon knew better. Pulling back more to get you to look back up at him, his face more turned into something knowing but heartbroken. “I know you aren’t, you’ve spent the last two days scared and confused and worrying yourself sick that I changed my mind about wanting this with you.”

Your eyes turned wide, knowing you couldn’t lie your way out of this, you tried to stammer, “When did Margaery-”

Cupping both your cheeks, Jon forced you to look up at him closing the gap between you once more without kissing you. “She didn’t tell me anything. I just know you, darling. And I know you’re wrong.” Nodding, he pulled you into his front. Your arms wrapping around his shoulders, his face tucking itself into your hair before pressing a kiss right under your ear. “I want this with you now, I will tomorrow, and every single day for the rest of our lives I want this with you.” Leaning back only enough he cupped your cheeks again, letting his nose trail down yours, a gentle nudge as it nuzzling you sweetly. Your hands coming down more to his sides, “I love you, both of you. You know that.”

He didn’t even bother letting you respond. Your heart heavy and yet light in your chest at how honest his words spoke and how deeply you felt his heart break at the worry you even thought any of it. Not even getting passed the first few sounds of trying to tell him you loved him back did Jon close the gap. Leaning down to press his lips to yours.

Deepening it right away, his soft lips guided yours. Not giving you any room to even consider controlling it let alone pulling away, your hands rose up to wind around the back of his neck, trying to press more to his front. Running his lips over yours over and over again, demanding you give him your every breath and sound of need as in return his kiss gifted you the promise he meant all of it and more.

Feeling his tongue brush against your bottom lip, he was taking the gentle route tonight. Your lips parting, and instantly did Jon let his tongue slide inside your mouth. Brushing only teasingly against yours, coaxing you to try and follow before he’d nearly stop the kiss and return to repeat the process. One hand on your cheek leaving to run around, his hand raking through strands of your hair before grasping a larger chunk of it, pressing you closer to his lips as yours found their way into his dark curls right back.

Once, twice, three more times did Jon fail to pull away, still pressing a feather light peck to your lips before he felt his leave yours completely. The hand in your hair relaxing and returning to raking through the strands over and over. Your eyes flickered to the side and back with a curious smile, “Whats in the bag?”

Jons grin grew though, which only peaked your curiosity more. “Proof how much I want this.”

Once upon a time Jon assumed he’d have to explain to you what the plush was, so many months or years after he knew you saw it in the shop window. Not weeks, not so few it could count as days. The second he pulled it out, your eyes went wide. A weight in your chest making you feel lightheaded but in a fashion that brought not wooziness but emotion, he gently transferred it to your hold. Turning it slowly without ever taking your eyes of it’s well made design and soft fur. Jon muttering quietly “It’s the one you-”

“Saw in the shop window. When did you buy this?” Whatever response he seemed to expect was not what you gave. A watery laugh with tears forming at the answer of the very next morning. A tale of hiding it at work and thats where he went in the middle of the night, to get it for you.

“I was going to give it you sooner, but after what happened with Robb..I didn’t want to look like I was pushing you for this. I wanted this, I really wanted it, but I was going to wait as long as it took for you to be ready. I promise.”

What could you say? A promise of the only thing you were truly scared of between you was not true. Keeping it in your lap, your hands slowly moved. Cupping his cheeks, your thumbs running over his coarse facial hair before slipping behind the back of his neck. Jon needed no more hints, pulling you with one hand back in your hair and the other wrapping around your back to pull you closer he took over and pressed his lips to yours.

In truth, it wasn’t the only thing Jon was going to give you that night. But he didn’t have it in him to break the peace, the gentle kiss he so desperately needed. There was plenty of time for the ring in his pocket, he could ask you any time. For now though, you both were content in the others kiss. No matter how much Jon yearned to marry you here and now, he’d have to restrain himself.

He wanted to take his time, but the wolf inside of him was always another much darker and needier story.

[sugaredrhubarb]

Reading with Ru: Aug/Sept Fic Recs

I know I'm certainly in need of some positivity and escapism lately, so I'm gonna try to do semi-regular fic and book recs! Starting with a retroactive what I've been reading from the past couple of months with this account! (I might go back in time and make an all-time rec list later)

COD

starting with cod because i know most of you go here

Sergeant Squeaks by @charliemwrites - (series of one-shots ghost x reader and price x reader separately) both one of my favourite reader characters and my favourite canon setting depictions of Ghost and Price. their own weird brands of showing love are wonderful; the tension leading to getting together is fantastic, and the sex is super enjoyable.

Ghost Stories by @kneelingshadowsalome - (ghost x medic!reader) I'm repeating myself, but I love Salome's writing. This is where I was first introduced to it, and I think it's really special. Ghost POV as he struggles with developing and then accepting love. felt so real and grounded. angsty and then fluffy, and you can't help but adore the reader as well.

saltwater by @ceilidho - (ghost x reader) It's pretty unlikely any of you don't know Ceil, but on the off chance you haven't given this one a read yet, it really is a must. I lump praise on her pretty regularly, but I don't know anyone who is able to portray their character's emotions as intimately as Ceil. her ghost feels really grounded in all his complexity. there is a common theme in these recs of really enjoyable reader characters, and this is not an exception; the reader feels like a full but still ambiguous character who is vulnerable and strong and really great.

don't leave me locked in your heart by @ohbo-ohno - (ghoap x reader dark!) we all know bo, we all love bo. I always love the way she depicts ghost and soap's dynamic changing and evolving to include the reader. the descent into dark territory in this is really really fun. It's also just hot and well-written! if you haven't read it before, go read it, and then go read all of bo's drabbles and asks on here. genuinely one of my favourite dark but still fun writers. I think she balances it really well.

body electric by @yeyinde and Afterburn by @sprout-fics - (141 + Los Vaqueros x reader) a classic. I've returned to these so many times. sometimes you just want to read dirty, filthy, well done, smut and then warm cozy aftercare. not to wax poetic about pure sex (except that's exactly what one should do), but I think it can be really hard to write group sex like this and still have such insightful and individual glimpses into each character and dynamic, and Lev does it wonderfully. and then it's also hard to find good aftercare fic, and Sprout's feels like literal aftercare for both the reader character and the reader.

other fandoms

tried to curate to themes i think overlap in some of the cod works! and I think most of these can be read fandom blind.

i revisited @winterrose527's fic in August, and even though she already knows how much I love her work, I won't skip a chance to repeat it. Anna writes for asoiaf and is pretty much the queen of Robb Stark/Myrcella Baratheon, but I would say the modern AUs (my favs) can be read almost completely fandom blind. Any contemporary romance enjoyer would love her work. I'm really partial to her kid/single-parent fics. I think it's so hard to get right, and I always adore reading her kid characters and how she approaches love stories when kids are involved. anna's works are always brimming with love and incredible platonic, familiar, parent-child, and romantic relationships (if kid fic isn't your thing she also has a ton of other great fics). personal favs: We Could Be a Little Something, And There They Are, All the Same

Lawless by @goldcranes - (arthur morgan x ofc) age difference, cowboy love story, essentially a romance novel. if goldcranes has no fans, I'm dead. I encourage you to explore her work; very few people write as strongly across multiple fandoms as she does, and each of her works feels like a really strong love story with special characters.

The Odyssey by @sunlightmurdock - (bradley bradshaw x reader) 1980's roman literature prof x virgin student - no need to know top gun. katie's work is another entry in the 'feels like it stands really strongly separately from the source material' category. she has multiple ongoing AU's that I really love, but this one is a favourite. i think she does complex characters really well - their actions always feel intentional, and as flawed as they are, I always love them.

Wouldn't it be Nice by allyoops - (m/f captive A/B/O) if you aren't reading original works smut on ao3 you are missing out and allyoops is a great place to start for noncon, dubcon, age gap, taboo etc. enjoyers. they have a ton of works; usually one shots with lots of really delicious dynamics and different settings and tropes.

An Intoxicating Presence by FormerlyIR - (mob a/b/o haladriel) MOB. A/B/O. HALADRIEL. picks up with Halbrand in prison thanks to undercover FBI agent (and his mate!) Galadriel. does that sound crazy and awesome? well it is. mix it with Gal's internal struggle, the added complication of omegaverse, and overall great writing. really fun and really damn good.

civitas terrena by banalityofweevil - (darklina) angel Alina on an exploration of love in immortality with fallen angel Aleks. honestly, it's just a must-read for enjoyers of writing. incredibly creative with divine (literally and figuratively) imagery. i think one of my comments was on the precision of lulu's diction and I really stand by that.

tinsel into gold by ribbonedhare - (darklina) ddlg and cnc friends, this changed me. it is so warm and soft and my god, is it good. just scrumptious.

Be My Babydoll by KittyDruthers - (darklina) ddlg dollification need I say more

check the reading with ru tag for more!

[crownedtargaryen]

tear you apart. modern werewolf!cregan

pairing: modern werewolf!cregan x reader (a/n): i’ll be honest i really didn’t wanna write this cause i am in no way a cregan enjoyer (idk why i just cant get into him) so im sorry if this feels lazy CW: p in v sex, breeding kink, mentions of blood, overstimulation if you squint, kinda a lot tbh he’s a beast. prns: she/her words: 1.3k tag list: @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again @hopelesswritergall @howyouloveyourdragon @daenerysapologist @twizzy123

Being with Cregan Stark was both a treat and a nightmare. A popular hockey player with a more reserved girl seemed like an unexpected match. If his team wins a game, you sit on the couch at this party. You watch the sweaty and shaggy men loiter and flirt loosely, Cregan trying to include me. You stare at him and smile as you softly reject his request. Though, he was a bit of an idiot when it came to understanding others' feelings, completely blind to negative emotions.

He's lucky he's attractive.

You sit on the couch, idly sipping the alcoholic beverage that rests in the red cup between your fingers, staring at the boys. With his shaggy dark hair and beautifully shaped facial hair, Cregan stood out. His toned muscles gleamed in the minimal light around him. You couldn't help the swelling feeling between your legs. Every time sex was brought up, Cregan avoided urges like the plague. You were unsure why since he'd called you his "destined mate." If you both were so destined to be together, why does he avoid intimacy like a plague?

That is, until tonight.

Something in him changes as he comes down from some high, his chest heaving as his hands clench into fists. Robb is nearby and spots a behavioral change. Quickly, you watch as he rushes towards Jon, whose eyes widen in surprise. What's happening? Did he get hurt?

You get up, heading for Cregan to check on him. But, before you reach him, a strong hand pulls you back. You turn around, looking at Jon Snow's familiar face, Cregan's distant half-cousin.

"We're leaving," he says sternly, his voice smooth like silk. You shake your head looking at Cregan. You only see him as Robb drags him off, his eyes fiery and full of something you can't place. When he looks at you, he's practically clawing Robb to get to you, a power trip between the two.

"I came here with Cregan! I can't just leave him," you snap, Jon's brows furrowing as he grabs you tighter and forcefully drags you off to his car.

"I'll get your things, just stay here and behave," he says, pushing me into the back seat and getting into the front, not saying another word. Despite your abundance of questions, Jon stays silent and stern. Is Cregan okay? What's happening? Why can't I see him? This is unfair, you have to tell me! Jon doesn't budge, continuing his one-track mind as you fall quiet, not dwelling on what you've just seen.

When you walk into the Stark house, it's a scattered mess. Arya and Sansa are whispering to each other, which silences when you enter, Robb, Jon, and Ned are all rushing around from Cregan's room to the kitchen, and Catelyn is sitting with the girls in dead silence. You hear the women ushering you to join them, to stay downstairs, but you don't obey. Slowly, you walk up the stairs to Cregan's room.

A shaky hand touches the hot doorknob as you open it slowly, spotting Cregan tied to the bed with anything they can, his chest bare and heaving desperately as his eyes hold a soft yellow hue that glares into your soul. Your heart pounds, closing the door and locking it quickly, rushing to Cregan and furrowing your brows.

"What the fuck is this?! What's going on?" You say with pained confusion. Cregan whimpers under your eyes like a dog, his jaw clenching as his hips push into the air. That's when you notice. His hands hold claws, sharp like an animal’s, yellow-hued eyes staring eagerly into yours, and his raging hard-on that hurt in his pants. It all made sense; why he was tied down, why the women stayed away while the men went around.

He wasn't a human.

You take your hand, placing it on Cregan's cheek, his body blazing hot as he moans and nuzzles into your palm, taking in the scent of your wrist. His k-9 teeth seemed more prominent now as he nipped at your skin with a desperate look in his eyes. You shiver with delight, biting your lip and moving in to kiss him, a banging on the door trailing your thoughts away.

Fuck it.

You ignore the knock, untying Cregan. Within seconds he's on you, his arms cradling your torso and his clawed hands trailing up your shirt. He cups at your breasts through your bra's flimsy lace.

"Mine," he growls lowly, pressing his hard-on to your clothed cunt, grinding his hips slowly. "Breed. Please." He looks at you, only barely restraining himself from forcing this upon you.

You moan in delight, tilting your head back as you return his waist movements tenfold, nodding quickly. "Yes, your mate," you whisper, lips parting slightly as a pathetic whimper escapes your lips. "Take me, Cregan. Please." The plea barely escapes your lips as he pins you against the bed, hands ripping off your clothing like an animal. You ignore the banging on the door, shivering at the heat rushing onto your skin, Cregan tearing off your underwear and pants, tossing the torn-apart clothing to the floor as she sheds his trousers, underwear nowhere to be seen. He grabs your thighs, pulling you up roughly and his mouth immediately abusing your throbbing cunt, tongue lapping at your folds and rolling in circles on your swollen clit, a euphoric groan emerging from him as those yellow eyes glare into yours, forcing you to keep your gaze locked with his. His tongue plunges inside of you, juices squirting onto the muscle as he fists his cock eagerly, grinding into his palm. You sink into the sheets, panting desperately and rolling your hips into his mouth, your thighs trembling. His claws dig into your thighs, harsh enough to prick the skin and draw small bits of blood.

With a filthy pop, he moves off your cunt too early for your liking. But, his regard for your pleasure is now extinct. You can't speak before his cock plunges into you. It took everything out of him not to rail at you. His eyes stare into yours, pushing you into a mating press and his eyes attempting to not roll back in his skull, sweat dripping from his tan muscles and down his freckled shoulders and face, shaggy dark hair dangling in front of your face as his cross necklace dangles in your face, almost taunting you to sink into this sin. Slowly, you grind your hips to tell him to start moving, which he gladly does with an animalistic growl, keeping deep and lustful eye contact as he slams his hips to yours, filthy wet slapping noises filling the room as his lips move to your neck, nipping at the fragile skin.

"Could rip you apart," he whispers, excitement coursing through you. "Tear your pretty body to shreds if I wanted." He slams harder into your cunt, making you whimper and scream his name, clawing red swelling marks into his skin. Cregan loves it, pressing his forehead to yours and huffing loudly. Growls mixed with heavy grunts escaped him. Since this was your first time in ages, you knew you couldn't last anymore.

His hips snap into yours as you tell him you're getting closer to your blissful finale. He ignores you, pounding it just as hard, slamming into that spongy spot inside you, pounding it when you squeal his name. When you see white, you feel him bite in an oddly specific spot on your neck, hard enough to draw blood. He licks up the red metallic fluid eagerly.

"That's it... Fuckin' take my pups in that filthy cunt. Fuck..." He groans in your ear, body trembling in delight.

"Cre- Cregan, stop- I-I can't take any more." You cry, overwhelmed with pleasure. He ignores your pleas, riding out his orgasm just as rough as he started, bursting inside you. 

Gradually, he slows, looking into your eyes and panting heavily, keeping his cock stuffed in your cunt. With a loving kiss, he gently wipes away your tears.

"Don't pass out yet, I'm not done with you. You're all mine tonight, Cub. All. Mine."

[daenysx]

hii!! i recently found your blog and have not been able to go one day without reading something from you, could i request a 11.59pm for robb stark for the dreamer girl sleepover?

thank you so much, angel, i hope you enjoy <333

11.59 PM | ROBB STARK

"hey." someone whispers from your shoulder. you try to turn your head to look at him, only it's hard to get rid of your sleep to do that.

"i'm sorry, that took a lot more time than i expected." he says. he kisses your shoulder.

"robb?"

"didn't mean to wake you up." robb apologises. "i know i said i'll be home for dinner. i missed you."

finally the clouds of sleep start disappearing and you can see his tired face. he did say he'd be home for dinner and then he texted you he can't. he's been too busy these days, to be honest you are just as busy as him and that only results in a decrease of your time together.

"i was waiting for you." you clear your throat. "not for the dinner after you texted, but just to see you come home. i was reading."

"you dropped your book." he says, quiet and loving.

"oh." you realize you've probably fallen asleep in the middle of a sentence. "yes."

you bring a hand to cup robb's cheek. your thumb draws a half moon, he leans into your touch. "can i take a quick shower before i join you in bed?" he asks, politely. "are you too sleepy?"

"no, baby." you answer, so fond of him especially when he's so tired. "i'll wait, take your time."

it takes him almost ten minutes, and he's ready for bed. you welcome him with open arms. "are you hungry?" you ask as your hand reaches his hair to play with it.

"not really." he answers. "i think i have the morning off for a long breakfast."

"that would be so nice." you say. "i can leave a bit late, too, maybe we can make pancakes."

robb nods against the crook of your neck. you're so warm and he's been hungry for touch, he kisses a sweet line on your collarbone as he settles down for a nice hug. you brush your lips on his hair before closing your eyes. his arms tighten around you.

dreamer girl sleepover ♡

[dipperscavern]

Do you have suggestions for longer fics? I’m lookin to get into some deep fics and stay up late reading! Any character from asoiaf or got!

absolutely!!

a golden cage, by @eldrith

a jacaerys velaryon x reader fic, still ongoing & currently standing at three parts, very lore heavy!! the writing is heavenly though, eldrith never disappoints, and she also has some other stand alone jace & cregan works :3

he that dares, by @sehaedazokla

a cregan stark x tyrell!reader fic, still ongoing & currently standing at 5 parts, i haven’t had the chance to read all of it yet but from the glimpses i’ve seen it’s sooo interesting — they also have some other stand alone stark works!

heart of the great wolf, by @rise-my-angel

a jon snow x reader slowburn & previous robb stark x reader (you’ll see what i mean), this big boy is still ongoing and currently standing at a whopping 70 parts (holy shit) (go mimi), very much lore centered and a mix of show + book material! also has a modern!au spin off, and a nsfw alphabet for both robb and jon (if i’m not mistaken

flames of deceit, by @cregan-starks

an aemond targaryen & cregan stark x oc (it’s complicated), still ongoing (i believe?) and currently standing at one part (tori i’m going to beat you) (affectionately), i usually don’t read x ocs but visenya is so funny and it’s set up so well i couldn’t help myself

& quite literally everything on @swordgrace — click and scroll my lovely <3

[axelsagewrites]

Robb Stark*Yearbook

Pairing: Modern!Robb Stark x reader

Summary: after years of secret pinning the reader is confronted with the end of high school and her crush

Word count: 2794

not requested but i got this idea at 2am last night and ran with it. been a while since i did something fluffier so enjoy

Warnings: none

Masterlist Here

As you walked down the corridor, you seriously considered sprinted as fast as your legs could carry you to the car park and escaping this place. As you were in deep thought about your getaway plan you felt two strong hands clamp down on your shoulders. “Jesus Christ Robb!” you yelled, smacking his shoulder as he moved to stand beside you, “You scared me,”

Robb cackled as he moved next to you, holding onto your shoulder to keep himself steady, “That was amazing,” he laughed, his head nuzzling your shoulder as he tried to compose himself, “You should’ve seen your face,”

“This is why I hate you,” you said with all the fake malice you could muster.

“Please you love me,” he grinned as he finally stood up. He was right, he just didn’t know it. you had been best friends since you started high school together and now it was senior year, and he still didn’t know about your freshman crush.

One time you tried to tell him. Junior year you sucked up all your courage and walked up to him, determined to ask him to prom, only to walk over to find Talisa wrapped around his arm. They’re smiles were sickening when they told you they were going to prom together. You tried to look happy, telling them they were cute together despite it cutting you up inside. You eventually ended up having to go with Jon.

Talisa and Robb actually ended up dating for a few months and as much as you wanted to hate her, she was one of the sweetest people you’d met. It was hard to get used to her being around, but you did it for Robb. At points you even tried to distance yourself to try get over him, but he always tracked you down after a week of ignoring him. The hardest part was trying to make him feel better when they broke up but even till now Robb had never told you why they did.

Jon was also the first person you talked about your crush and was the one that pushed you to ask him out. You still hadn’t forgiven him for that one. “Get a room you too,” Jon said rolling his eyes as he walked over to you and Robb.

Robb ignored his brother and you three continued to class as usual. It was the last month of senior year and Jon had gone from occasional jokes about you two to making them daily, if not hourly. He also kept texting you to just tell Robb already, but you insisted the crush was gone. Lying was easier than ruining your friendship. However, Jon wasn’t the only one.

“What’s up love bird?” your best friend Margaery asked as you took your seats in English as you waited for Mrs Lannister to come. “Oh, and Jon,” she grinned even as Jon shoved her head and took his seat behind her.

You sat next to Margaery, rolling your eyes as you took out your stuff, and Robb took his usual seat behind you.  “It is getting old,” you said as you pulled out the ungodly amount of homework due in for today.

“What’s getting old- “Margaery said as she swiped your homework and began to copy down some of your answers. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t argue as you’d copied her math homework last week. “is this whole charade. When is the wedding, Robbie?” Margaery asked as she turned her head to stare down Robb.

“Aren’t you dating a junior? When is the court date Margey?” Robb shot back with a grin.

“Down girls you’re both pretty,” you said, snatching back your homework when Mrs Lannister walked in and began to shush everyone.

The class, as always, was torture as she went on and on about the same old play no one actually bothered to read. Sometimes you wondered if she’d ever read it. you were stifling back a yawn when a balled-up bit of paper hit your head. You turned to glare at Jon who twiddled his thumbs in fake innocence before snatching it off the ground before you got caught. Waiting until Mrs Lannister was pulling something up on the computer, you uncrunched the note.

Ask him out. He’s been staring all class at you

You rolled your eyes before shoving the paper into your hoodie pocket. This was apparently not good enough for Jon who kept tossing balled up bits of paper at your head every time Mrs Lannister looked away. When the end bell finally rung you whipped round in your seat, “One day I’m going to kill you,” you said, and Jon only smiled while Robb looked confused out his mind.

“Not very nice,” Jon said as you all quickly grabbed your stuff to head to your next classes.

Robb slung his arm over your shoulder, and you felt your heart jump, “Please don’t kill my brother love,” he said as he walked you out of class, “Also my mom text to ask if you’re coming over Saturday?”

“What’s Saturday?” Margaery asked as she tried to keep up with you both in the busy halls.

“It’s my dad’s birthday so she’s having a family barbeque, but she loves (Y/N) so she always tries to drag her along,” Jon piped up from the back.

Ned was practically another dad to you so of course you already planned on going, “Hell yeah im going. Can’t miss out on your Ned’s grill skills,”

“Alright I’ll text her,” Robb said as you approached your next class, “See you at lunch. Have fun in maths,”

“Ugh I won’t,” you groaned as you lined up outside Mr Tarly’s class with Margery, Jon continuing down the corridor to his own class. “Enjoy French,”

“Ci,” Robb grinned before turning back and practically running up the corridor before the late bell rang.

Margery squealed as she gripped your shoulders, “Dude he’s so in love with you,”

“No, he’s not,” you tried to laugh as she gripped your arms like a viper.

“He legit walked you here when his class is on the other side of the building,” She said rolling her eyes, “When are you two just gonna date?”

“When are you gonna date someone our age?” you smirked.

Margery rolled her eyes again and you wondered if they ever got tired, “Please at least I have a boyfriend,”

Sometimes you wondered if your whole friend group was out to set you up with Robb. They constantly called you both the parents of the group and whenever you argued said they were children of divorce. Not to mention all the get a room comments and jokes. According to Margery you were practically already dating but at least if that was true, you’d get to kiss those soft perfect looking lips.

Lunch couldn’t come soon enough, and you were thankful that Mr Tarly let you leave class a few minutes early since you got to secure your favourite table. Instinctively you put your bag on the chair next to you for Robb, something Margery was keen to point out with a smirk. Soon the table filled up with Jon, Theon, Tommen, Gilly, and Sam. “Dude no offence your dad sucks,” you said as Sam and Gilly came over with their lunch trays.

Sam just laughed as he took his seat by Jon, his girlfriend since junior year on his other side. “You act like I like maths anymore than you do. Where’s your husband?” he asked when he saw Robbs empty seat.

“He’s probably asking about extra credit,” you said as you pushed around the food on your own tray, wondering how they called this food.

“Speaking of boyfriends,” Margery said lowly with a smirk.

“Hey guys,” Robb smiled as he pulled out his chair to sit down, sitting your bag beside you, “What’s happening?”

Thankfully the subject was dropped, and you thought maybe the rest of the day might get easier. Then the announcements started. “Okay Dragonflies!” Daenerys voice came over the loudspeaker, making Margery instantly shush the group. You gave her a confused look but didn’t dare argue. “So, the votes are in and im happy to announce the yearbook awards for all my fellow seniors. The full list will be available on the school blog but here’s the five most voted for categories and their results. Starting with my favourite most likely to be famous goes to my bestie Margaery Tyrell!”

You weren’t shocked that she had won even though you had been off with the flu the week the voting slips got passed out however you’d made sure to nominate her as an option the week before. “Woo go Marg,” you said, high fiving her over the table as she held a hand to her chest in fake shock.

“I’m just so honoured,” Margery laughed as she faked cried to Tommen.

“Next up best dressed goes to none other than Missandei Naathi. Okay now this next one was a tight race but best teacher, winning by only three votes, Coach Tarth,” Mrs Tarth blushed from where she stood at the head of the cafeteria, trying to stop the freshman’s pushing each other. “Now best hair obviously had to go to Jon Snow!”

You couldn’t help but cackle as your group celebrated a bashful Jons win. “Look at these glorious locks,” Theon said, grabbing Jons head in a headlock.

“I demand a recount!” Robb half yelled across the room earning a sharp look from Mrs Tarth who tried to hide her grin after.

Margery gave you a look you couldn’t quite place as you laughed at Robb’s antics as he flaunted his curls. “Okay and last for now but certainly not least. The most tense of all the votes. Cutest couple,” You saw Gilly whisper something to Sam and honestly you really hoped they won however you soon realised why Margery was looking so intently at you. “Give it up for (Y/N) and Robb everyone!”

Your smile dropped for a moment, your jaw slackening as you looked at Robb horrified. His face was scrunched with confusion before he gave you an awkward smile that you tried to return. “No way congrats guys,” Gilly gushed and all you could do was stutter for words.

“Yous finally got together? That’s so cool,” Tommen piped up from the end of the table, “Babe why didn’t you tell me?” he half whispered to Margaery.

“Uh guys we’re not like,” you tried to rush out before Robb could speak, “like she’s got it wrong idk what happened,”

“This is like a sign- “Margery said, her eyes lighting up as she reached across the table.

Your eyes just flickered down to the table, trying to think of anyway to move on. “Lets just leave it Marg,” Jon said, seemingly getting the hint from how bright red you had got and Robbs flustered face.

“I know but like- “

“Gonna just drop it,” you snapped which only made everyone look at you, “Its just some dumb list. I’ll go talk to Danny the now,” you didn’t waste any time to grab your stuff and stand up. Robb tried to grab your arm to stop you but instead you just walked even faster, desperately trying to get out of there.

Instead of going to Danny though you made a beeline for the bleachers, hoping there were no stoners hanging out under there who could see you cry. You didn’t know why it bothered you so much. Being voted as best couple with your crush should be the best thing but it just made you feel so stupid. Robb wasn’t even a boyfriend, just a friend, a friend who was gonna go to college and make new friends and get a girlfriend and forget about you. it made it worse since he was also the friend you hung out with every day, got coffee with after school, went to the movies with on Saturdays and always knew just how to cheer you up.

When you got to the slightly dingy looking under bit of the bleachers you sat on top of your jacket, back leaning against the chain linked fence and closed your eyes tight to stop tears from falling. Why hadn’t these feelings just gone away already? Why did you have to love him?

When you heard footsteps crunching against the dirt you reluctantly opened your eyes but soon shut them. “Hey,” you said, your voice strained as you heard Robb move to sit next to you.

“I’m sorry,”

“It’s not your fault,” you said, finally opening your eyes again, and pulling your knees to your chest, “I don’t even know why it bugged me so much,” you lied, “It just annoyed me that Marg would nominate us. Like think about poor Sam and Gilly,” you tried to make yourself sound plausible, but you knew you were doing a lousy job.

Robb sighed, closing his own eyes as he thought, “She wasn’t the one who did it,” he confessed and you just looked at him confused, “I was the one who put our names in,”

Your face scrunched in confusion, shuffling slightly to face your long-time crush who suddenly sat like a bashful schoolboy, “But why? Did you think this was funny?” you said, anger rising in your chest.

“No it wasn’t a joke-I-“ Robb said, his hands flailing before he paused to take a deep breath, “Look I nominated us because I was gonna ask you out and then the next week you were sick and the votes came out so I thought I had more time but then when I went to ask you I panicked and I kept trying to find a way to do it but nothing felt right and now im just an idiot who made you upset,” his head flung back against the fence, his hands running over his face as he groaned, “And now I’ve just fucked it all up,”

“You were gonna ask me out?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “You like me?”

Robb uncovered his face as he turned to look at you, expecting to see disgust or anger but instead he saw a light smile etched on your lips, “For a long time,” he said softly, “And I just thought it would be a good note to end school on. I didn’t mean to upset you,”

“You haven’t,” you said, pausing for a moment before finally confessing, “I like you too, ever since freshman year,” it was like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” you said back and for a moment you both sat in silence, looking at each other, “So does this mean you’re my boyfriend?” you finally asked.

Robb chuckled lightly as he took your hand into his, “If you don’t mind,” he said smiling down at you.

You smiled back, “Not at all,” you said staring up into his eyes when you noticed his eyes glance down at your lips. You moved slightly closer, your hand moving to rest on his shoulder. Robbs head dipped down slowly, his lips hovering over yours. closing your eyes, you closed the gap, his lips colliding into yours as your hand moved to the back of neck. Robb wasted no time in moving his hand to your waist, holding it tight as the at first soft kiss sped up and all the pent-up waiting turned to hunger.

A shrill whistle pulled you apart as you both turned out of breath to see coach Tarth standing angrily at the end of the bleachers, a crowd of oooing freshman behind her. “Get out from there right now!” she said as you and Robb scrambled to get out from the bleachers, “Just cause yous won the vote doesn’t mean you can be setting this example,”

“Sorry coach,”

“Won’t happen again,”

Coach Tarth narrowed her eyes at you both for a moment before stepping in closer, “Right well take this somewhere else before I have to give you two detention,”

You both nodded, avoiding the eyes of the excitable freshman which you only just noticed Robbs little brother Rickon who was high fiving a friend when he saw who it was under the bleachers. As you both rushed off you felt Robbs hand slip into yours. you looked up at him with a smile as he dragged you back inside the school. “See if we’re already late to class…” you said, your voice trailing off as you looked up at Robb.

“Wanna ditch and drive around?” Robb said, already pulling his car keys out his pocket. “Let’s go love, before Clegane catches us on hall duty,” safe to say you really were the best couple.

Taglist: @clairacassidy @nyotamalfoy @valeskafics

[crimsoncold]

Note: This is my main blog a combination of all my art +a veriety of fandom stuff + any random thing that catches my eye... to find a place where I post nothing but my art you check out my side art blog @crimsoncoldart

A Complete list of all Fanart by @crimsoncold

Organized by Fandom, includes links to posted art work (in white) and a list of ongoing series (in green), in progress works (in blue), and soon to be posted pieces (in red)

(All artwork will be tagged and made searchable with #Crimson Cold or #my art)

A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones

ASOIAF/GOT (Gen) MASTERLIST

ASOIAF/GOT (Jonsa) MASTERLIST

ASOIAF/GOT (Sansa Rarepairs) MASTERLIST

Jon Snow x Sansa Stark (Jonsa):

Family Portrait in the godswood of Winterfell

A Shared Dream of Family (day time version)

A Shared Dream of Family (night time version)

Wedding in the Godswood (winter version)

Wedding in the Godswood (spring version)

A Bedding at Winterfell

Future in Winterfell (A Jonsa Collection)

Jonsa Beyond the Wall (A Wildling AU)

Escape to the Free Cities/Essos AU

The QITN and her Lord Commander

Devotion Beyond Death (whitewalker/warg au)

Jon meets Alayne (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Jonsa Regency AU

Jonsa Period Drama Portraits

Jonsa Modern Hockey AU

Jonsa Post-Apocalyptic AU

Jonsa Modern AU (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Aemond Targaryen x Sansa Stark (Aemondsa):

The Lady Wolf and her Dragon Knight

Alayne Stone and her Dragon Knight

ASOIAF/GOT Second Generation: (HIATUS)

Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark,

Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark,

[House Stark]

Willas Tyrell, Garlan Tyrell, Loras Tyrell

Margaery Tyrell, [House Tyrell]

Arianne Martell, Myrcella Baratheon

Myranda Royce, Mya Stone

ASOIAF First Generation: (HIATUS)

Brandon Stark, Eddard Stark,

Lyanna Stark, Benjen Stark,

[House Stark]

Catelyn Tully, Elia Martell

Arthur Dayne, Ashara Dayne,

Jaime Lannister, Cersei Lannister

Robert Baratheon, Rhaegar Targaryen

ASOIAF 1st Gen Masterpost

ASOIAF Stark Family Portraits

Ned and Catelyn, Robb and Jon,

Sansa and Arya, Bran and Rickon

ASOIAF/GOT Starks & Direwolves

Robb and Grey Wind, Jon and Ghost

Sansa and Lady, Arya and Nymeria,

Bran and Summer, Rickon and Shaggydog

Miscellaneous asoiaf/got:

Alayne Stone Sansa Stark, QITN

Jon Snow Sketch Sansa Stark Sketch

Jon Snow Sketch 2 Sansa Stark Sketch 2

Jaime Lannister Sketch

The Starks (A Little Women AU)

Shadow and Bone

Alina Starkov x Aleksander Morozova (Darklina)

Nosferatu AU

Nosferatu

Affliction and Appetite (Nosferatu)

Harry Potter

Harry Potter x Hermione Granger (Harmony):

Family Picnic (TO BE POSTED)

Dancing in the common room (IN PROGRESS)

Sirius Black x Hermione Granger:

Family Outing to Diagon Alley (TO BE POSTED)

Attack on Titan/ Shingeki no Kyojin

Erwin Smith x Levi Ackerman (EruRi):

Expedition beyond Wall Rose

The Witcher/Wiedźmin

Geralt of Rivia portrait (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Fae Jaskier | Dandelion (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Star Wars

Padmé Amidala x Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obidala):

Clone Wars AU (WORK IN PROGRESS)

Tatooine AU (TO BE POSTED)

Miscellaneous:

Queen Amidala (TO BE POSTED)

Miscellaneous Fanart

Charles and Anna Cornick (from the Alpha & Omega series by Patricia Briggs)

Kate Daniels (from the Kate Daniels Series by Ilona Andrews)

Nevada Baylor (from the Hidden Legacy Series by Ilona Andrews)

[ashleyfanfic]

Thank you for the NSFW recs! When you have the time, I would love to hear your favourite Jonerys slowburn fics 🔥

Oh slow burn. Alright, so full confession, I usually don't have the time for slow burn. It's infuriating sometimes because I'm like FUCKING KISS EACH OTHER and then they don't and it makes my anxiety fucking sky rocket!

BUUUUUT that isn't to say that there aren't fics out there that nail it to me. This is a small list of fics off the top of my head. Granted, most of these are modern AU because I guess, as a whole, this fandom just decided we're just gonna make them fuck right off the bat cause they both deserve it. I mean, there are a few that canon divergent - but show/book Jon/Dany deserved to fuck each other until they collapse. So, with that in mind, here they are in no particular order: (M for modern AU - C for canon divergent) Westeros' Most Eligible Bachelor by @muttpeeta - M After one too many public scandals, Prince Jon Targaryen agrees to be the new star of "Westeros' Most Eligible Bachelor." He just wants to clean up his act and change the public's perception of him as the black sheep of the family, but he might just get more than he bargained for. Enter contestant: Daenerys Targaryen. His aunt.

You Can Never Be Mine by @muttpeeta - C Jon Snow knows it's wrong to covet what his brother has. He's never begrudged Robb Stark his title or his claim as the heir to Winterfell. But when Daenerys is taken in as Lord Stark's ward and betrothed to Robb, Jon's honor is tested in a way he never expected.

Desirable Business by @dracoignisworld and @dragonanddirewolf - M - In 1960's New York, creative director Jon Snow is faced with a challenge. His new secretary Daenerys is everything he is not; kind, friendly and innocent. With her around the office, he finds it hard to distinguish between reality and his fantasies. There can be consequences to desiring someone you should not have.

Written in the Scars on This Heart by @jalenmara and @notpmahlem - M - Daenerys Targaryen, supermodel and face of House Targaryen, a rising star in the world of Fashion, is commonly known as the most beautiful woman in the world. And someone wants her dead. Jon Snow, running from the ghosts of his own past, lands the job any man would kill for— protecting her. But can he protect his own heart from her?

Where the Wild Things Are by @stilesssolo - M - Daenerys Targaryen has fought tooth and nail to get to the high-ranking position she has at Tyrell Outdoor Recreational Equipment, Inc, doing everything within her power to help the planet along the way. Jon Snow has a dog with over two million instagram followers, despite the fact that he can't figure out how to work the app to save his life. When sales drop enough to threaten Tyrell's environment-saving programs, Daenerys is determined to find influencers that can turn the tides for her company. And she has her eye on Jon. Or, well— technically, Ghost.

Her Life, Her Death by magicmoon11 - C - Swayed by the powerful words of a dying queen, Stannis Baratheon takes in baby Daenerys Targaryen as his ward. In the North, Eddard Stark is ordered to raise Jon Snow to wed and dishonor the Targaryen princess, by bringing bastard blood into her line, and ending the Dragons forever. Across the continent, and across the Narrow Sea, the wheel continues to turn, and the Great Game commences. Thus begins a series of events that would change the fate of Westeros forever. Familial relationship between gruff Stannis and his ward. Eventual Jon x Dany.

The Oasis - @fierypen37 - M - With uptight and stressed CEO Daenerys Targaryen's regular masseur on leave, she has to make do with the replacement Jon Snow. Relaxation is not something she can find with his hands on her. Too bad he doesn't feel the same. Except unbeknownst to her, he definitely does. When a threat on her life pushes them together, they must both learn to deal with their growing feelings.

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A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

Who Brings the Dawn?

Rhaenys × Robb Aegon × Aeolian

Rhaenys and Rhaella survives and are alive in King's Landing as Robert's Hostage. Aegon and Dany survived too but are not in Westeros. There are more Targaryens in Lys.

High fantasy fic. This was my first.

Freeze my Heart and Cease my Soul ❄️

Jonnel x Sansa Jon x Sansa

Reincarnation of Jonnel and Sansa who once ruled as the Lord and Lady of Winterfell after Cregan Stark's death. But it follows how and why they married.

This was my second and for my favourite OTP Jonsa!!

Your Daughter, Your Grace

Rhaenys × Viserys Rhaegar x Many

Rhaegar as Henry VIII with one daughter, six wives.

Rhaenys as Queen Mary Tudor. The first reigning queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Lost on You

Rhaenys x Viserys Aegon x Shireen

Targaryens exiled in free cities but they all were kids. Elia married again to Stannis and had Shireen. Years after war happens Targaryen come back but not with Fire and Blood.

Plus it is my favourite actually. I wrote seven books worth plot in one chapter.

The Queen and her Bastard

Aegon x Aeolian Viserys x Rhaenys

How Elia would have treated Jon Snow?

Plus it has more of my AU in which Rhaegar won the Rebellion. So this is not just about Elia and Jon's relationship but about more people too like Aegon, Lyanna, Jaime.

Yes they have povs.

Born to Die

Aegon II x Viserra

A modern fashion queen is reincarnated in Dance of the Dragons.

My first SI kind of fic.

Viserra Velaryon is Rhaenyra's eldest child and daughter. She expects her mother to name her heir but that never happens so she starts her own dance.

Tears of Labour

This is going to be about every queen and queen mother of Westeros since Aegon's conquest.

There are more queens then kings.

The POV will be through Aeolian Dayne. My OC who will be Aegon's queen in WBtD and TQahB.

Not started yet. 😅

The Grudge

Alyssa x Gwayne Aegon II x Helaena Aegon III x Jaehaera

I am gonna explore more of my Targaryen history with this one. Dance of Dragons and aftermath but a lot different.

Alyssa is Daemon and Rhea's daughter. My OC. Rider of Silverwing.

Not started yet.😅