#robb stark is so hot omg

[fanfictiongirlie]

A Song of Sun and Snow - Chapter Seven

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Parings: Robb Stark x Baratheon Reader

Description: You and Robb Stark hated one another. Always had, always will. As the oldest daughter of Robert Baratheon, you had been engaged to Robb for as long as you could remember. He however had always thought of you as a southern bratty princess, and you had thought him as a arrogant jerk. You had reached your 18th name day a few months ago, and in a few weeks you'd be travelling to Winterfell to marry him.

Rating: Explicit (Eventually)

Words: 2,683

P.s: Just something I couldn't get out of my head. No use of Y/N. Only description of 'reader given: the fact that she doesn't look like Joff, Myrcella and Tommen (It's hinted she truly is Robert and Cersei's child) Not much though. Like one line. I wrote this in a different style to my usual style, using 2nd person. Hope it's okay. P.s there will be pregnancy in this, the 'reader' wants to have children. Also the ages are completely different in this fic then they are in the show/book.

(Maybe the chapter you've all been waiting for)

A few days later, it was the morning of your wedding, you were dressed in your perfect wedding dress, it may have been your favourite dress you had ever worn. You had it made custom, it was blue, the same blue of Robb's eyes. You had wanted it to match them as they were your favourite thing about him, and you often found yourself losing yourself within them. 

Your hair was done so perfectly, your handmaidens had weaved flowers from Kingslanding through the plaits. Sansa helped of course. And finally when you were perfect, Lady Stark walked you to the godswoods where Lord Stark would officiate you and Robb's wedding. 

Robb was already waiting in the godswoods for you. He felt a sudden feeling of tenseness go through him when he saw you arrive, a mix of anticipation and nervousness ran through him. And a sudden fluttering of a strangely pleasant feeling in his chest happened. He thought you looked beautiful, he thought he'd never seen you look more beautiful. The colour of your dress was perfect, the way your hair was done was perfect, you were just...perfect. He stared at you for a moment, not really able to look away as you took your place next to him. 

"Who comes before the gods today?" Lord Stark says in a steady and calm voice as he stood in front of Robb and you. Robb answered, saying both your name and his own. 

"Who gives this girl to be married?" Lord Stark asks. You frown slightly, it was supposed to be your father giving you away, but of course your family couldn't be here, and Robb wouldn't of gotten married away from him gods. Luckily Lord Stark had let Bran step in, he offered, jumping up and down a few days prior asking if he could give you away. 

Lord Stark recited the remaining of the vows, asking both you and Robb if you would take one another through marriage, of course you and Robb both say yes, your heart fluttered as you did, you thought this would be the worst day of your life, you had been thinking that since the day you met Robb Stark at age ten, but here you were, the happiest you had ever felt. And once those vows were done, you and Robb turned to one another and we pressed lips. You could feel him smiling against your lips, which ultimately made you smile against his. 

After the celebrations had started, the Starks had arranged a huge feast, Robb walked you into the hall, he couldn't stop sneaking glances at you, the hall was full of all the Lords of the North. He walked you both to the head table, seeing you by his side at the table, everyone knowing you were his...It gave him a strange feeling in his chest, a rush of possessiveness over you and a faint, pleasant fluttering in his chest. Every time he thought about the fact that you were married to him now, that you were now his wife, that familiar feeling in his chest would come back, and he had to fight to suppress a small smile forming on his face. 

"Husband" You say softly a few hours into the celebrations. Robb's heart skipped a beat when he heard you say that word, that pleasant fluttering feeling went through him again. Husband. That's what he was now, your husband. 

"Wife" He whispered back, a slightly happy smile pulling at his lips as he reached out and took your hand in his, his fingers gently grasping yours. 

"I hate that we have to suffer through these celebrations when all I truly want, it for my husband to bed me" You whisper quietly. You watch the full house, you barely knew anyone, infact, you knew the Starks and that was it. All the Lords had introduced themselves, but honestly, you couldn't even remember one name, your mind only on the celebrations between you and Robb when you were alone. 

The words, and the tone in your voice as you spoke, sent a rush of heat going through him, and he had to resist the urge to let out a slight moan at the way you spoke to him and the way you were looking at him. He leaned down to murmur quietly in your ear, his breath slightly hot against your skin as he spoke, his tone low and soft so only you could hear as he whispered in your ear in response. 

"Trust me, I feel the same way princess"

"I'd love to dance, if you'd like too?" You ask, feeling bored of sitting at the table. You had a plan in your mind, dance with your husband, and then be bedded by your husband. 

"Of course, princess. It would be my honor" He smiled, standing up, he bowed slightly to you, and offered his hand out. You take his hand and he leads you over to the dance area. He pulled you close, his hands rested on your hips as he began to lead you through a dance. 

"So...did you like your surprise" You ask, looking down slightly at your blue dress. 

"I loved it, princess, it was beautiful. You're beautiful" He whispers.

"Such sweet words from the boy who used to hate me" You giggled as you twirled you and then brought you back against his chest. 

"Yes, well, I don't hate you anymore princess, I couldn't if I tried" He whispered, his face against the side of your face. 

"I think I feel the same" You admit. He pulled you a little closer as you danced, almost against his will, his hands holding onto your hips tightly as he gazed down at you. 

"I don't think I can wait...I...take me to your room?" You whisper, looking up at him. Robb's breath hitched at your words. The need and desire you heard in your voice, the way he could hear in your words that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you...That pleased him more than he could express, and it only fueled the possessive feeling that went through him as you spoke. 

"Of course princess"

He murmured as he wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand resting on your hip as he led you out of the hall and up to his room. There would be no bedding ceremony, thankfully, Robb had argued against that, he didn't have to argue much since his father had done the exact same. You snuck out from the celebrations and walked through the halls quickly.

Finally you reached his room, he opened the door and pulled you inside, he shut the door behind you and went to press his lips to yours. 

"Will it hurt?" You ask quietly. 

"A little, but I'll be gentle princess" He says as he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

"I trust you" You whisper as you start undoing the ribbons of your dress. He stepped back slightly to watch you, you pull the strings at the back of your dress loose. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he spoke in a soft, quiet tone as he watched you. 

"Gods, you in that dress is a beautiful sight princess, so perfect" 

"I'd hoped you like it" You whispered. Robb let out a soft low sound of agreement as he nodded, watching you intently as you undid the last of the lacy ribbons of the dress. 

"I love it, princess. You look incredible, even more beautiful than usual, and that's saying something" He whispered. 

You blushed furiously, you pushed the dress from your shoulders and let it pool down at your feet, leaving you completely naked in front of him. 

He stared at you, unable to look away, drinking in the sight of you like this...completely bare and vulnerable in front of him. He felt a sudden sense of possessiveness rise up in him again as he looked at you, and it only increased the fluttering feeling in his chest, only increased the strong, powerful need and want that coursed through him so strongly. 

"Gods, you're...perfect. So, so perfect" He whispered, stepping closer to him. You grinned feeling your cheeks redden, you stepped away from him and crawled onto his bed, lying in the middle. 

"Undress husband" You smirk over to him. He paused for a moment at your words, the tone in your voice making that possessive feeling go through him again at just how demanding you were being, at how bossy you were being with him... His lips curled up in a smirk and he started to undo the fastenings of his shirt, undressing like you had asked. 

"Slowly, let me enjoy this" You whisper. 

"Whatever you want, princess" He mumbles as he slowly takes his clothes off, letting them fall to the floor. Once he was naked, you let out a gasp, he was big...strong...so muscular. 

"Is it to your liking, princess?" He asks with a smirk. He already knew your answer from the tone of your voice, the way you were looking at him. 

"You're beautiful" You whisper. He moved forward climbing onto the bed and crawling towards you. 

"You're one to talk, princess"

"Please, touch me, husband?" You smirked. 

"Of course, princess, I'm at your service" He mumbles as he came to kneel between your legs, his eyes moving over you, taking in the sight of you in his bed, like this. He moved down to kiss your hips, his lips dragging across your skin. He left little kisses along your hips, travelling from one side to the other. He moved lower and lower until he flatten his tongue down on your pussy. 

"Oh!" You squeal loudly "Robb! Please" 

His tongue swiped through your folds, lapping up the wetness of your core. He started to move his tongue up and down in slow gentle motions, taking his time with you like this, tasting you, he groaned against you. You moaned loudly, your hands flew down to weave through his hair, holding him down there as he lapped up your wetness. He groaned quietly, his hands moved under you, holding your thighs apart from beneath you, holding you wide open as he dipped his tongue deeper inside of you. The faster his tongue went, the louder you got until you were finishing hard over his face. 

After he had made you finish a few times on his fingers and tongue, it was time for the main event, he crawled back up to you, and pressed his glistering lips to yours. You opened your mouth and allowed his tongue in, you pressed your tongue against his, moaning loudly as he grinded against your wet core. 

"Take me...make me completely yours" You whisper pleadingly. 

A low, near animalistic noise came from his throat at your words. 

"As you wish princess" He mumbled, his voice deep and low as one of his hands went to your thigh and lifted it, pulling it up to rest against his hip as his other hand went to rest on your hip, his body pressed against yours, holding you in place on the bed, completely trapped underneath his body on the bed below him. Finally he entered your tight hole, slowly, you winced in pain, and gripped his shoulders hard.

Robb ached as he knew he was hurting you, he had a brief fleeting thought of pulling out, of sparing you the pain he was causing you. But the possessive feeling in his chest was stronger, he pushed himself further into you. 

"Robb, kiss me through the pain...Please?" You whimpered, he moved down, pressing his lips to yours as he pushed himself fully into you. He stopped moving and waited, whilst his lips moved against yours. His lips slowly parted from yours, his hand moved to cup his face, and slowly moved down to cradle the side of your neck. His eyes met yours, his chest was rising and falling with his breathing as was yours. 

"It hurts" You gasp. 

"I know darling, I'm sorry" He said, he then lowered down to your neck and began to drop gentle kisses over your skin, his lips gently pecking over the skin of your neck.

"It's not supposed to hurt every time, I read it...in a book" You gasp, trying to distract yourself. Robb let out a low amused sound, of course you'd think of your books in a moment like this. 

"It'll get better princess, I'm sorry" He mumbled against your neck. 

"I wish...ugh...I wish it was your first time too" You whined as you clenched around his cock within you. He moved his mouth back up, shifting slightly so his lips would come near your ear as he murmured quietly into it, his hot breath against your skin as he spoke...

"I wish it was too, darling" 

"You can...uhh move..please...husband" You whimpered, there was still a pang of pain, but it was slowly becoming pleasure. Robb let out a long breath, hearing your words sent a fire through his veins. He began to move inside of you, trying to take it slowly at first, but the way your tight pussy was gripping around him, made him feel crazy. 

You moaned loudly, your legs were up against his hips, whilst your hands held onto his shoulders tightly. You nails left little crescent shapes in his skin. He groaned as you held onto him, his hands gripped your hips firmly, his breath was ragged as he moved his hips away from you and then back down onto you. 

"Gods, oh! Robb! I...I...lov" You moaned loudly. He groaned against the skin of your neck as he heard you moan his name, as he heard you try to speak, trying to speak the words through your moans and gasps, and he almost knew what you were going to say. He tried to control himself, and he tried to steady his words, as he moved his mouth back to your ear. 

"Darling...say it..."

"I...I love you" You gasp loudly as you moan loudly and throw your head back. You felt yourself clench around his cock, feeling the wave of pleasure surge through your body as you come hard around him, screaming his name. 

Robb let out a low, almost involuntary moan as you said the words, a wave of heat and pleasure going through his whole body as he heard you speak. The words he'd been wanting to hear for so long, the words that would have made him nearly cry in relief when he'd heard them. He let out an almost shaky moan against your skin in responde, his hands clenched at your side as he fucked into you harder, until he was spilling deep within you. 

"I love you too my darling" He cries loudly as he presses his cock inside of you, his seed warming your insides. 

"Wow" You mutter. You were both breathing heavily, both trying to catch your breath. He gently removed himself from you and rolled off lying on his back next to you, he wrapped an arm over your waist, pulling you close to him so you were lying on his chest as you both tried catching your breath. 

"Wow is right" He mutters. 

"I could get used to that" You whisper, your finger tracing patterns on his chest. Robb let's out an amused laugh, smiling slightly. 

"I can too" He says quietly as his moves his hand down to your back, tracing the length of your spine. You shifted slightly on the bed and looked down at the sheets in between your legs, seeing a small patch of blood. 

"Well everyone will be happy with that" You say smiling, the handmaid's would be checking to see if you had consummated the married, you both knew that. 

"I suppose so" He murmured as he pulled you closer to him, happy with the fact that you were now, completely his. 

"Can we sleep now?" You ask lazily. 

"Of course darling" Robb responded, he pulled the sheets over your body holding you close as you both fall asleep. 

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[dipperscavern]

can i pls request headcanons for robb stark in an arranged marriage with a princess from the summer isles?? maybe some stuff about cultures mixing, how she struggles to fit in/adapt to winterfell but he helps her, etc. thank u sm!!! <3

yes of course!! i actually had a lot of fun researching the summer isles for this haha, thank u sm for the ask <3

so i definitely think the weather would be a big adapter. the summer isles are hot & winterfell is the temperature of the krusty krabs deep freezer. as someone from an area that runs hot, i can withstand the heat but CRUMBLE in the cold. with that being said, robb would be super kind in trying his best to help you adapt not only culturally, but physically.

he would accompany you to winterfells tailor/seamstress, overseeing having custom furs made for you to keep you warm. you tried to dress for the weather, but you’ve never been the north cold, and your light sweaters aren’t doing it.

he would try & make sure you didn’t have to spend a lot of time outside/in the cold when you first arrived, wanting to give your body time to adjust. making sure you always had your fire lit on cold nights, being by your side when you did have to brave the weather, pushing back if his mother/father wanted you to make appearances out in the town before you were ready.

but, after a little while, he would definitely take you out himself. to the godswood, watching bran & arya train, to ride horses (if you ride) etc. little things that are quality time for you two & also get you used to the cold.

i’m not sure how this works with princesses of the summer isles, but the summer islanders are said to be “famed as expert archers, and their bows made of goldenheart wood are capable of firing arrows hard enough to pierce steel plate armor, even from a very far distance.” with that being said, i think these skills would help you really hit it off with everyone in winterfell.

you’re a better archer than theon, which sparks contests between y’all (literally all the time). he claims he’ll win (he doesn’t. ever.) he says it’s the sunlight hitting his eyes (it’s cloudy)

you help bran with his archery, and he flourishes under your guide. this would also make robb fall soooooo in love w you 😭 he’s standing there watching you guys with his arms crossed, imagining what you’d look like with children of your own (gorgeous) (he’s daydreaming)

& ned would love for you to accompany them on hunts, or anywhere he could watch your skill. you remind him of arya & give him reassurance that she really will be okay. speaking of arya, she would ADORE you omg.

the summer islanders are also known as the best seafarers in the world. watching you with a bow & hearing of your stories at sea would make arya look up to and respect you SO heavily. she wants to be around you all the time. she & robb fight over you LMAO

[writingsofwesteros]

She is the baddest we love her https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/752002663725613056/omg-yes?source=share

As he and Viserys talked business, his gaze kept flittering back to her, the way she leaned in to speak softly to her sister, who smiled and sometimes giggled at her words. Rob, sat beside him, spoke to Alicent politely, even if he also couldn't help his eyes flittering back to the Targaryen sisters. After dinner they went and sat with their drinks, and Viserys had to take a business call, so he left them all for a moment to go to his study. Ned left to go find the bathroom- not that he could, in this massive place- even Winterfell wasn't this big, but he supposed Targaryens had a penitent for excess.

"Lost, Mr. Stark?" He heard her voice, and he turned around. The dim lighting of the hall still couldn't hide her beauty- Targaryen women were beautiful to the point that it was dangerous, any history book could tell you that. Even now, he remembers hearing stories from the last fifty years or so of the things men did just for a chance with them. But Ned was a married man, and a Northerner. Modern day or not, he was a man of honour, above all else. "Aye, I- I've been looking for a bathroom, it seems." He grunted, as she walked over to him. That dress she wore was positively sinful, and he had a feeling she was damn well aware of it, too. "Oh, I'll show you," She said sweetly, gesturing for him to follow her. A few doors down and another corridor and she showed him to one of the bathrooms, and he mumbled in thanks and went to use the bathroom. When he got out, she was still there, with a smirk on her face. "I thought you might get lost again." She hummed. "My father would hate for that to happen." She said as they began to walk back. "Still taken with that business call?" He asked, and she nodded. "Yes- though don't worry. I'm sure I can entertain you, can't I?" "I reckon you could," He murmured, as she looked up at him. "Though I'm an old man, dear- I doubt I'd be able to keep up with a young dragon like you." She giggled, and said, "Don't underestimate yourself, can't an old wolf learn new tricks?" Before they went back into the study where her mother, Helaena and Robb sat, she stepped close to him- dangerously close, and he responded with a grunt, "Maybe." He hadn't felt his body get hot like this is decades, and the warmth radiated off her body, as she batted her lashes looking up at him, her delicate hand resting on his forearm, moving up and down- for fucks' sake, what man gets this worked up over a girl touching his arm?

POOR SWEET NED!!!!!! She is so dangerous and sinful, and we love her for it thank you very much.

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

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Chapter 3

Okay, so waiting sucked.

A lot.

Why did she tell Arthur to take his time? What if he really took his time? What if he needed weeks to come to some conclusion, and that conclusion ended up being a ‘no’? (Which was his right, of course.)

And just because she’d told him to take his time, it didn’t mean he should really…

“Hello?” Sansa answered her phone without even checking who it was.

“Hey. Red.”

“Arthur!” She almost dropped her phone.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes, of course.” She cleared her throat. “What can I do for you?”

“I was under the impression I was the one doing something for you.” He teased, and Sansa could picture the grin he likely had on his lips perfectly.

“Oh.”

He chuckled. “I thought about it.”

“That was fast…” As much as she’d been complaining about him taking his time it’d barely been 36 hours.

“I didn’t have much to think about, honestly.” He admitted.

Sansa frowned. “No?”

“Nope. I may be many things, Red, but an idiot is not one of them.” He chuckled. “I’m in, but I want to meet and discuss some things. Would you like to meet at my place or yours?”

Oh. He was saying yes. Arthur agreed.

OMG!

“Mine?” She suggested.

“Will do. Is 8 okay?”

“Yes.”

“See you then, love.”

OH LORD! HE’D SAID YES!

What was she thinking of?

***

Sansa believed she’d thought this over until there was nothing left to even consider.

She was clearly wrong.

Apparently there was a lot to think about now that Arthur was on his way to… Oh shit.

“Breathe in. Breathe out.” Sansa commanded herself. “It’s Arthur. He’s fine. He’ll be nice to me.”

He would, Sansa knew that deep inside. Arthur would never treat her badly, even if she decided she didn’t want to do this anymore.

The two weeks she spent reflecting about it had been kind of weird, though. Sansa hadn’t thought about Arthur like that before. She did know he was hot and all, but he was Robb’s friend, so it’d never crossed her mind.

Arthur didn’t treat her differently from the other girls in the group. He was a huge flirt, and they had all been his target at some point, but it’d never been serious. He and Marge flirted outrageously all the time and they never -ever - had hooked up.

She’d danced with him at a wedding once and Arthur said they’d look really cute as cake toppers on their wedding. Sansa had snorted so loudly another guest thought she was choking. She was almost sure it’d been the same wedding he’d told Maggie she could have his babies.

The point was: Arthur was a flirt and a huge slut, and Sansa didn’t hold it against him. As previously explained, he wasn’t a pig and she was pretty sure he’d treat her well -in all senses.

That was why she’d chosen him. As much as she’d rolled her eyes at his smugness, she could understand why he was so pleased with her trust.

“Red.” He grinned at her when she opened her door for him, his eyes crinkling in a way that was so Arthur.

Every time he smiled it felt as if he was doing it so genuinely. It always made her want to smile back at him.

“Blondie.” She teased him, since he insisted on calling her for her hair color.

He just dropped a kiss to her cheek. “I brought dessert.” He showed her the bag of a bakery Sansa loved.

“Are those…?”

“Lemon cakes for my favorite Stark?” He said. “Yes.”

“I’ll tell Arya you said that.” She threw back, grinning as well.

“I’ll deny it until my last breath.”

That was good. She could talk to him like this.

“Come sit so we can talk.” She said, gesturing toward the couch.

“Thanks.”

There were some pleasantries, some tea and the best lemon cakes ever. It was easy and it was fine.

That was until Arthur patted the spot next to him on the couch. Once they sat down side by side and it became quite clear they were about to discuss sex, Sansa started feeling uncomfortable again.

As much as she was an adult and she’d had sex before, she never had such open discussions with previous partners. That was probably part of the problem, but it still felt strange.

“You’re blushing.” Arthur informed her.

“I know.” She grumbled, making him chuckle.

“Take your time, love.” Arthur said easily, resting on the couch like he had no concerns in the world.

“How should I start?” She asked, feeling her face warm.

Arthur thought about it for a second. “Just dump it all on me. Everything you want, everything you don’t want at all. Just spill. Afterwards, we wade through it and see what works for both of us.”

She could do that. How bad could it be? She’d gone to his house and told him she - possibly - had a praise kink and wanted him to help her with it. After doing that, this couldn’t be much harder.

“I never minded some dirty talk, but most of the time it didn’t feel exactly like what I wanted to hear.” She started carefully. “ And it also feels kind of weird when it’s silent during… But I’d never figured out what I was missing specifically. Then Marge gave me an audiobook for my birthday and…” She cleared her throat.

“Was it naughty?” He teased her.

“Very.” She admitted. “But it was not that what got me. There was this guy saying a few of the parts, and when he said ‘good girl’...” She cleared her throat again, and Arthur nodded, like he really got it. “I didn’t really like the book in general, because it was more like a daddy kink thing, but I heard it all because of the praise.”

“I see.”

He was so chill about it. As if he had similar conversations everyday. Sansa thought he might tease her a bit about it, but he seemed like he understood what she meant and had zero judgments about it.

“I tried finding some other books and things about it, then I came across the praise kink thing. I did some research.” She continued. “And it seemed hot to me.”

“But you don’t want a dominant/submissive type of relationship.” It wasn’t really a question, but Sansa shook her head anyway.

“No. Like I said, I don’t want to call you ‘sir’ or -worse - ‘daddy’. I really - really - don’t want to receive punishments or be called names. I don’t mind dirty talk, but I really don’t like degrading words.”

“I need to ask this just so we’re clear.” Arthur said seriously. “We are talking about having sex, right?”

Oh god. Trust Arthur to ask something like that so directly. “Yes, Arthur, I don’t want to sit on the bed and braid your hair while you tell me I’m pretty.”

He laughed. “I was just checking. I also don’t want you braiding my hair when we could be…”

“Arthur!”

He grinned. “And for the praise? Are you talking about just words or do you want gestures as well?”

Sansa hesitated for a minute. She was worried that if she told the truth, Arthur would think this was getting too close to a relationship kind of thing. However, she was tired of hiding what she wanted, and Arthur had the right to know where he was getting himself into.

“I like gestures too. Being held, kisses on the forehead…”

Arthur hummed like it -once again - made perfect sense to him.

“I guess in a way you’d have a more dominant role in it.” She mused. “Since, you know, you’re the one giving praise and all. I just don’t want to feel like I’m at risk of making you angry and getting punished, you know?”

“You don’t have to worry about that, San.” He told her softly. “I know you, and I know how sweet you are.”

She didn’t want to feel as pleased as she did by what he said, but… Yeah. A shiver ran down her body. “Thank you.” She murmured.

He smirked, making Sansa narrow her eyes at him. “What about you?”

“Well, if you wanna tell me I’m pretty, I won’t complain.”

“Arthur.”

“I’m joking, love.” He winked at her. “I like the things you said, and I’m not against any of it. The things I’m not into I imagine you also aren’t. Unless, you have a very naughty side and are into choking.”

“No!”

He chuckled. “So we’re good. We do this slowly and we talk. A lot.”

She nodded. “That’s good.” She let out a relieved breath. “Thank you, Arthur. Really.”

He smirked at her. “It’ll be my pleasure, love.” He sighed and got up. “I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner.”

Sansa watched him walking toward the door, completely confused. “Wait. What?”

“Dinner tomorrow.” He said, clearly getting ready to leave.

Sansa hurried after him. “But… I thought we were…”

Arthur was grinning when he looked at her. “I’m taking you out on a date.” He told her quite simply.

She frowned. “Why?”

Arthur rolled his eyes dramatically, as if Sansa was being obtuse on purpose. He turned to her fast, and suddenly Sansa found herself pressed against a wall.

Just like in a book, a movie, those horrible soap operas her mother loved.

Wow.

Although Arthur was really close, he was only touching her on the waist. His other hand was by her shoulder, against the wall. His eyes were on hers, and he looked dead serious.

“Sansa.” His voice was lower, more intimate. The hand that was on her waist went up and he pinched her chin. “We’re going out, we’ll have dinner…” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “You’re going to wear something pretty.” He slid the thumb down her chin, her neck, until he reached her collarbone. His eyes never left hers. “And something even prettier underneath it.”

Sansa’s heart was beating insanely and she felt the urge to press her legs together. He was barely touching her, hardly doing anything that scandalous and she was already… Oh lord.

He hadn’t finished, though. Both his hands grabbed her waist. “We’ll talk, and laugh and flirt a lot.” His left hand went down until he reached the hem of her dress. “I’ll be charming and you’ll be even more so…” His hand slid back up, touching her thigh, getting higher. “And only then - after dessert - I’ll bring you back home…” His hand stopped just shy of touching her underwear. “And see what happens. Deal?”

Sansa opened her mouth to reply, but her voice failed her. She had to clear her throat and try again. “Deal.” Her voice came out breathless and not steady at all.

Arthur grinned all the same. “That’s my girl.” His hand squeezed her thigh before letting go. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7.”

Sansa just nodded, and Arthur was still grinning when he kissed her cheek. “See you tomorrow, pretty girl.”

Well… Fuck.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

‘The next time they were reborn is in the got era. Aegon as a targaryen and y/n as a stark (robbs twin)’

Now i was think either they met when jon snow asked for help or they met after y/n survived the red wedding. if it was the red wedding they would have way more interaction and love for eachother.

bonus points aegon is dany twin brother, he could be the father of dragons ;)

ahhh this would be so cool!!!! YES DANYS TWIN!!! omg father of dragons sounds so hot 🥵😫

I reckon after the red wedding!!! reader is a lil traumatised and Aegon helps her through that 🥺

[madeleineengland]

❀ Richard Madden at Golden Globe 2019

[kingsansa]

Omg the IY update — so so much!

Jon and Sansa talking! Jon being a prude! But yet not enough of a prude to allow Sansa to get away with talking shit!

Omfg Robb and Jeyne being co-captains of the Hot Mess Express 🙄🙄

Tho it did also seem like weird argumentative foreplay as well. Couples who have known each other since they were children default to the most childish of actions imo.

I find it interesting that Sansa let Jeynes sisters snap at Robb — bc like even if my sibling is in the wrong shut up no they aren’t 😂😂 but it depends on the relationship I suppose.

Sansa and Robb doing their walk of shame honor together had me dyinggg that’s some good Stark Sibling Dynamic I love!

Sansa and Jeyne being slutty together — we love to see it. Bc Jeyne absolutely needed to be called out bc all it took was some D and homegirl simmered right back down 😂😂

Basically I love them all and thank you 🖤🖤

They’re both slutty prudes. Love them 🫶🏾

They weren’t arguing for no reason, and in my opinion, it wasn’t childish at all. He went out of his way to snoop through Sansa’s shit and find out what they were doing just for his own peace of mind. THEN he hatched that plan. It isn’t really about the surprise itself, it’s how it came about. From him not trusting her and needing to control everything.

This is also why Sansa let her sisters chew him out. They’re also really protective of Jeyne and aren’t fond of his occasionally controlling behaviors, which is why they lashed out. He was dead wrong, and the night would have ended perfectly if he HADN’T gone through her shit and ruined her plans! (she was also drunk and dick dizzy)

They are whores in crime.

She lasted longer than anyone thought she would!

[dwellordream]

Omg! Perspective flick for Nell and Harry K please. Preferably when they first discuss their marriage, but I‘d enjoy any other scene as well :)

There is no good way to broach this, so he holds his breath and plunges into the icy waters.

"My lady," he says, watching her pained face carefully- at least it is not revulsion or rage, he tells himself, she could be shouting this tower down, declaring that she will never wed him, that she loathes him still-

"You should know that it was not..." he dares to take a step closer to her, lowering his voice even further, though Lysara cannot understand what they are saying. "I do not know what my word on the matter is worth, but I did not go to Stannis seeking a match.”

She ignores him for a moment, fussing with her daughter's crooked bonnet, then says, "And should I rant and rave at you if you had? I made him our king, you are within your rights to go to him and ask him to make a marriage for you."

Anger knifes through his chest like a hot blade, then. Not at her, specifically, but at the very idea that- that she or anyone else would believe he would have sidled up to Stannis, rubbing his hands together greedily, and named the price of his loyalty- that is, his dead king's wife.

He knows men who would have done exactly that, of course. But he is not one of those men. "I would not-," he barks, then moderates his tone. Snapping at her is not going to help matters. "If I had been looking for a wife as of late, I would have made the… the correct overtures myself."

That is true. He will not pretend he has not thought of it. If he- well, sometimes a fantasy keeps a man warm at night, to ward off sheer hopelessness if nothing else. He doesn't think his wild thoughts are particularly depraved.

Sometimes he imagines what it would have been like had she been betrothed to him, before the war, before everything, instead of Robb Stark.

He's certain they would have clashed, of course, knows that for a certainty, but they would have gotten to know one another under much calmer circumstances. She and his father would have hated each other, but she and Alys would have been fast friends. And he could have proved himself in a... gentler manner.

Not by commanding armies in her name, but with the usual things- walks in the godswood, books and letters, ribbons and perfume- that sort of nonsense. But it is, of course, just a fantasy.

Really, she is just a stand-in, because she is the woman he spends the most time around. It could have been like that with any noblewoman of an age with him. It doesn't mean anything.

"Well," she says dryly now, almost causing him to redden, “there is hardly a wide selection of women to choose from who are not already widows or ruling in their own right, unless you seek a clanswoman… or a spearwife.”

She straightens back up, no longer having the excuse of Lysara’s clothing. She doesn't smile at him, but her eyes are not narrowed with suspicion or contempt, either. That has to count for something.

He wants to smile reassuringly, but he can't get his lips to cooperate. He lets out a silent breath instead.

[littlerockerao3]

Aaaaaaaah look at them babies!🥺😍😍🥺

Some things change and some things don’t …

#tenyearchallenge

[nerajaana]

PLEASE talk about King in the North Bran! How will he be known, what will be his legacy? Will he feel as guilty as his father did when Brandon died? It’s honestly disheartening to see how the majority of the asoiaf fandomCOMPLETELY ignores how Bran is the rightful heir of Winterfell. He is a true born Stark and he IS the North! I love Sansa, but that’s not her role

I love the idea that Bran will be known as The Summer King and that he will become a northern legend after he dies

NONNIE you’re after my own heart 💛 YAS I’LL TALK ABOUT BRAN my king in the north, my son, mera laadla, naa bangaaru🥺😩😭😭 all those heathens (starting with D&D) desecrating my boy’s name DISHONOR ON YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW!

Hard agree, the starklings have their roles cut out for them. I do think that resurrected Jon might be the king for a while but imo it’s Bran’s in the end. Listen if George decides to spice things up by throwing in some tension between the two I’ll be the last person on the planet to complain can you imagine the drama omg ANYWAY, he most definitely IS the North, the one who’s associated with Winterfell��.hell, it is through him we’ve come to know the place as we do now. He’s directly in line for the throne, Rickon’s his heir deal with it! Sansa’s disinherited, and yes wills can be disregarded in accordance with the political environment but that would set up a precedence I doubt the lords would want to and moreover there’s not one but four Starks…..girl’s in the south and if twow is any indication, there seems to be a different path laid out for her (irrelevant but girl pls murder littlefinger)

The boy’s literally named Brandon, the Stark from the Age of Heroes ffs. Those are some pretty big shoes to fill in. He’s all the Brandons that’ve come before him. You don’t write a magically super powerful character only to make him waste away in some cave, and I doubt the Old Gods need a new member in their ranks. And direwolves aren’t some cute lil beasts wagging their tails desperately wanting to be pets of these children. The fact that they’re here, south of the wall is just as significant as Daenerys waking dragons from stone. This is a fantasy series, not some rEaLiStiC political thriller where anything other than the norm is treated as bad and harmful and whatever moronic bullshit people come up with to justify their “anti-anything magic” stance……..like, my guy, you’re reading fantasy with ice zombies why tf are warging and dragons bad or harmful? Flash news: Robb and Jon weren’t keen on connecting with their familiars, and now they’re dead af. Ten years without the next part and these idiots with their holier-than-thou attitude pop up like weeds yodeling about how the key characters connections with their “beasts” is bad and I just argh

Like Arya, he’s very clearly set up on a hero’s journey and boyy do they quickly take to it 🥲my babies can I just wrap them up in a blanket and feed them hot chocolate and cakes and make them take naps and therapy and never letting them worry about anything Brandon “The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I’m not dead either” Stark will become the Bran the Builder of the present age let’s be real now. Together with his greeseering and skinchanging abilities? I’ll eat my hat if he’s anything less than the legendary hero he’s clearly set up to be by the end.

Gonna stop here otherwise I’ll start quoting a dozen quotes off books justifying why I believe Bran will be the king in the north lol

Thank you for the ask nonnie! And apologies if this isn’t an answer you’d expected and also for the delta

[winterrose527]

and ok hmm on her morning run Ella finds that a dog (ahem matchmaker greywind) has followed her home

omg of course this has to be the first one I wrote! also I am sorry because this turned out longer than expected?

***

It had started as she’d taken the exit at the reservoir. That feeling of being followed. She had just kept running, because she had a far better chance of outrunning someone than she did fighting them off. She didn’t bother looking back, not wanting to risk stumbling, and she extended her legs further.

Usually she ran so that she didn’t have to feel guilty for eating ice cream every so often, or to clear her head, but her legs reminded her that they were good for this, too. Getting away.

It was foolish to run this early in the morning in the park. Even though there were all those op-eds about how it had been so gentrified with outdoor yoga classes and early morning kids play groups, she’d grown up knowing that you never went into the park at night. And a self-defense class she’d taken in college had told her that most assaults actually happened in the early morning.

So she was an idiot for doing it, but it had been such a beautiful morning and she’d woken with so much energy that she hadn’t been able to stop her feet from bringing her towards the green lushness. By nine o’clock it would have been too hot to run, so she’d set out at six.

She felt better as she exited the park. Shops were opening up, people were out walking their dogs. She could still feel it though, that sensation of being followed.

She turned her head quickly but didn’t see anyone so she kept running, turning right off of 5th avenue and heading east.

It was still there though. She reached into her armband and pulled out her keys, sticking them between her knuckles.

As the dark green awning of her apartment building came into view, Sid standing outside, she got the nerve and stopped running and turned around.

“Hey!” she shouted.

An old man across the street didn’t even look at her. It would take more than that to shock a long term New York City resident. Even if there was no one standing there for her to yell at.

Except, that wasn’t exactly true.

“Hey,” she said more softly, bending down.

A big grey dog, some sort of Husky mix maybe, approached her, his amber eyes looking into hers. She held her hand out and he sniffed it before his eyes closed and he rubbed his face against it.

“Hey,” she all but cooed now, crouching down and drawing him towards her, stroking his soft fur and ears, “Are you my stalker?” He made some sort of grunt in response and she felt around his neck for his tags. It was a grey tag darker than his fur and on one side it said Grey Wind. “Hello Grey Wind, I’m Myrcella.”

She turned the tag around and saw an address and a telephone number.

Grey Wind wasn’t wearing a leash and though he’d followed her long enough that she didn’t imagine he’d run away from her, she didn’t want to risk losing him either.

“Alright, come on you, let’s get inside and call your human,” she suggested.

As though that made very good sense he let her lead him by the collar towards her apartment building.

“They must be so worried about you,” she told him, unsure of why she was talking so much to this dog.

“New friend?” Sid greeted her.

“He followed me home,” she explained, “I’m just going to bring him upstairs while I call his owner.”

She had never looked into what her buildings rule was about pets, though she imagined that if there was a weight capacity Grey Wind far exceeded it.

“I saw nothing,” Sid smiled at her.

She smiled back, “Thanks Sid. Come on Grey Wind.”

Grey Wind looked at Sid who held open the door for him and then looked at her so she went inside and he followed. They went over to the elevator and she pressed the button for the eighth floor, grateful that no one else got in with them.

She led him to her apartment and brought him into the kitchen and filled a bowl of water and put it on the floor for him.

Once he’d had some to drink she looked at his tag again and dialed the number.

“Hello?” someone answered on the first ring.

“Hi, you don’t know me, but I’m Myrcella Baratheon and I think I have your dog?” she offered stupidly.

“Oh thank god,” the man said, “He just took off like nothing I’ve ever seen before, I’ve been all over the neighborhood. Is he alright?”

Myrcella glanced at Grey Wind who had rolled over onto his side and lifted his front paw to give her access to his belly.

“Um,” she couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t be offended but he doesn’t seem as shaken up as you are.”

The man chuckled, “Of course not. I can come get him, where are you?”

In addition to being warned from going into the park at night, she’d also understood from a young age that you never gave your address to a stranger. There was something about Grey Wind’s amber eyes though and the concern in this guy’s voice that made it seem somehow less stupid.

“168 East 94th Street,” she said, “Just call this number when you get here and I’ll bring him down.”

“That’s funny,” he said, “I’m 168 West 94th Street.”

“Only in New York…,” she said that phrase that encompassed everything from a random party taking place at a taco truck or someone peeing right next to you as you ate outside at a five star restaurant.

“I’ll be right over,” he told her, “And I’m Robb Stark, by the way, and… thank you.”

“See you soon,” she said.

She hung up and poured herself a glass of water, sipping it as she sat on the floor with Grey Wind. He laid his head in her lap and let her scratch behind his ears.

“I should have kept you a little longer,” she told him and then thought about the panic in Robb’s voice, “But then your Daddy might have really lost it. What were you doing, running away from him?”

Grey Wind looked up at her, almost like he was trying to tell her something and though she didn’t know what it was, she scratched underneath his chin.

In what had to be record time, her phone buzzed.

“Hi, Robb, are you here? I’ll be right down,” she said.

“Um, actually, your doorman sent me up,” he told her, “But uh, I totally get it if that’s weird, I mean I’ve basically warned my sisters never to open their doors to a strange man and actually maybe your doorman shouldn’t be doing this job but uhmm… I am outside your apartment.”

There was no way that Sid had let him up, it had to have been one of the other guys. Sid didn’t even let her grandfather up without her express permission.

“Oh, that’s um.. okay I’ll be right there,” she said.

She hung up and got off of her floor and Grey Wind followed her. Stangely, even though he was Robb’s dog and therefore his loyalty would be to him, she felt better about opening the door with him at her side.

When she did, her first thought stupidly, was that she wished that she’d showered. Her second thought was that whichever doorman had let him up was getting a huge Christmas bonus.

She took advantage of his attention being on his dog and checked her appearance in the mirror above the little table in her foyer. She brushed a few strands of hair off of her forehead and was glad that she’d chosen her light blue exercise shorts and matching tank top for her run.

“What were you thinking, buddy?” Robb asked as Grey Wind threaded through his legs, his tail smacking against the doorframe he was so excited to see him. Robb finally looked at her and then something passed over his gorgeous blue eyes and he nodded down at Grey Wind, “Okay, I get it now.”

“Hi,” she greeted him.

“Hi,” he smiled at her. “I’m so sorry about all of this.”

“That’s alright,” she waved him off, “He’s a sweetie pie.”

“I’m glad he was a good boy,” Robb said and then held out his hand, “I’m Robb Stark, which you knew already.”

“Myrcella Baratheon,” she shook his large one, feeling her fingertips tingling.

He looked down at where their hands met and released hers, his fingers trailing over her palm as he did.

“Um, so, since you already gave him a run, I have a bit of time before work,” Robb joked and she smiled. His eyes wandered over her face and he gestured behind him, “Can I buy you a coffee… as a thank you?”

“Oh I’m sort of a mess,” she demurred.

His eyes looked over her, “This is you as a mess?”

She blushed, “Not a stage five or anything,” he smiled and she felt something in her stomach, “But I can make us coffee here… if you want to come in.”

“Yeah?” he asked hopefully.

She nodded, “You’re not like a murderer or anything are you?”

“I am not a murderer,” he agreed, “But I’m a little torn here.”

“Oh…” she nodded.

He shook his head, “No, no it’s just that one part of my brain is like this gorgeous girl just offered you coffee, you take it. If she offers you horse manure, you take it. And then the other part of me, the part that has two younger sisters is wanting me to tell you not to invite me in.”

She nodded, “It’s the second one,” his eyebrows raised, “The second voice in your head? He’s the one I’m inviting in.”

He grinned, “Well, both of them would be delighted.”

“Come on in,” she said, opening her door wider to accommodate his broad shoulders, “Grey Wind can lead the way.”

His dog did just that and she followed them into her kitchen, which gave her a great view of Robb’s butt in his shorts and his muscular back in his t-shirt.

“This is a great place,” he told her.

“Thank you,” she smiled, “I’ve lived in the city my whole life but I’ve been here about a year, have you been in the city long?”

“Just about six months,” he answered.

She went over to her counter and nodded, “That makes sense.” He looked at her questioningly and she explained, “You’re still nice.”

“What’s your excuse?” he asked.

She shrugged, “Haven’t figured it out yet.” Then she gestured to her counter, “So I can make us French Press or if you prefer a cappuccino or latte…”

“I’d like to say I’m easy, but I’d really love a cappuccino if it’s not too much trouble,” he admitted.

“It’s no trouble at all, please sit,” she suggested and went about making their coffees.

She made his cappuccino first and then made herself a vanilla latte and brought them over to the table and handed him his.

They heard sirens go by as they sipped their coffee, but it was New York City so neither them nor Grey Wind thought much of it.

She learned that he was from Vermont, the oldest of five. That his sister Sansa was working at a fancy boutique in Soho and that he worked as a VC, but focused on giving opportunities to entrepreneurs from more marginalized groups.

She told him that she’d been raised a couple blocks west and fifteen blocks south, that her bedroom growing up had a view of the Met and that when she was six she’d decided she was going to run away there and live in one of the historical rooms. She told him that she had two brothers but that neither of them lived in the city anymore and that she worked for a publishing house and had just taken on her own authors for the first time.

When he finished his cappuccino she offered him another which he accepted but didn’t drink.

“I try not to drink more than one cup in a morning,” he told her when he noticed her looking.

“Oh,” she said, “Then…”

“I wasn’t ready to go,” he admitted.

She felt a blush rise on her cheeks but found the gumption to ask, “Will you think I’m terribly forward if I told you that you don’t need to make up an excuse to be here?”

“No,” he said, “But it’ll make it a lot easier to ask you to have dinner with me tonight.”

“Robb,” she smiled, “You don’t need to make up an excuse to be here.”

“Myrcella,” he grinned, “Will you have dinner with me tonight?”

She was about to answer when both of their phones flashed. They both picked them up off the table and she saw that it was just a Neighborhood Watch notification.

Robb was reading his and she saw the color drain from his face, so she looked down.

Attack in Central Park at 6:45 AM, victim is female, age 26 and has been taken to the hospital to address her injuries.

“Were you…” he started.

“Yeah…” she agreed.

They both looked down at Grey Wind who was sprawled underneath the table, touching each of their feet.

“Maybe somewhere outside?” she asked, “That allows dogs.”

Robb nodded, “I know a place. We’ll come pick you up at 7.”

She smiled, trying to get her heart rate to return to normal, and said, “I have lived in this city my whole life. I don’t need an escort, I just won’t run in the park in the morning anymore.”

He looked at her like he wanted to say something, and then his blue eyes softened, “Just looking for an excuse to get more time with you.”

And just like that, her heart steadied.

“You don’t need an excuse.”

[dipperscavern]

Yo, this has nothing to do with the Starks or your 1k followers, (congrats, btw. So happy for you.) But I just woke up with a nosebleed out of nowhere (I don't get nosebleeds ever. This is my first one) as well as getting my period which also wasn't very fun because it came a couple days early and I sleep nude so my sheets didn't have a fun time. All this to say, things ain't going so well for big girl over here.

-chonky anon

P.S. I lied. The Starks have gotten involved. I feel like Cregan would pamper the fuck out of his wife when she's bleeding. And the cuddles. He'd have his big ol' paw resting over her tummy and you know for a fact this man runs hot so it'll be like having your own little heating pad.

omg im so sorry, that must’ve been such a mess !! 😭 i hope it’s a light period and everything goes well after this (but bad things come in 3’s so watch out) & thank u for your congrats!’

and YES HE WOULD. he’d be so attentive, and it hasn’t really ever been a topic of discussion, so when he knows exactly what you need you’re like ??? how did u know this. THE HAND IS SO REAL I SAID SOMETHING LIKE THAT ABOUT ROBB ONCE, but the pressure n warmth from his big palm just has you sighing. and his lips thg up in a small smile seeing your relief :(

[schnoogles]

For the fluffy holiday fic prompts: Jonsa and #3, secret Santa! 🎁🎅

omg YAY!! thanks so much for the prompt love💕💕

so this kind of got away from me here LMAO but i hope you like it!!

send me a prompt!

“Come on, Jon! Just pull a name out!”

Jon Snow sighed at his friend. The Starks always played Secret Santa every Christmas. And unlike Theon, Jon normally doesn’t stay with them during the holidays, he goes back home to his mother’s. So he’s never played with them before. 

Unfortunately, with his starting grad school this year, Jon couldn’t afford the flight home to his mother’s, and Lyanna couldn’t afford the flight to Winterfell. And since he already spends most other holidays and breaks with them, this year, he finally accepted the Starks’ invitation to spend Christmas there. 

“Yeah, Jon. You have to, I’ve already put your name in,” Robb’s younger sister, Arya, said smugly, “If you don’t pull a name, it sucks for whoever’s left in the hat.”

Sansa, Robb’s other sister, wiggled the Santa hat with the last slip of paper in front of Jon’s face. She smiled at him. “Give in, Jon. You know you want to.”

“Whoever has my name could always draw again?” he suggested hopefully. 

“Nonsense,” Catelyn said, “Jon, you’ve practically been family since Robb brought you home for freshman spring break. Don’t feel awkward about this, it’s all in good fun.”

Other than his own mother, Catelyn Stark was probably the best and kindest mother in the world. Jon couldn’t say no to her. 

--

Jon wished he said no to Catelyn. Of all the names he could have picked. Of all the names! He had to pull Sansa’s. And it wasn’t like there was anything wrong with Sansa. Quite the opposite in fact. She was great. Perfect, actually. And that was the problem. Sansa Stark was perfect and had everything. What could Jon “poor undergrad” Snow possibly get her that she’ll like? 

--

Sansa feels stupid. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out what to get Jon for Christmas. Of course with her shit luck, she’d pull the name of the one person who she’s most nervous about pleasing. But it’s fine. It’s fine. She can just ask Theon to switch with her. He’ll do it, no problem. Besides, he owes her.

--

“Bro, just get her some jewelry or something. Sansa likes pretty things.” 

Jon rubbed his temples. Robb is absolutely no help. But Jon should’ve expected that. “I can’t just get her jewelry, Robb. I don’t think she even wears any. This has to be a good gift!”

“Why?” asked Robb, with a mouthful of butter toffee pretzels. 

Before Jon could even think of an answer, a snort came from the hallway. When Jon and Robb looked, they saw a smirking Arya leaning on the doorframe. 

“You’re really asking why?” Arya rolled her eyes and then laughed at her brother. “Wow you’re stupid.” She walked away and left an offended Robb and a stressed Jon.

He groaned. “What do you even get someone who already has everything she could possibly want?”

--

Sansa crossed her arms as she glared at Theon. He hadn’t stopped laughing. “Are you done yet?”

“Sorry, babe. Dunno how to help you here,” he chuckled. 

“You could switch with me!”

“Nah, I like who I have.”

“You owe me!”

Theon stopped laughing. “Wh- for what?”

“For saving your ass when-”

“Nuh-uh. Nope!” Theon wagged his finger at her. “You don’t get to keep using that one. I’m sorry we dated the same asshole, but talking the cop out of arresting me for keying that car was forever ago!”

Sansa huffed. “Fine. But can you at least help me? I have no idea what Jon likes! He’s such a… minimalist. What do you get someone who doesn’t want anything?”

“Wow you’re really desperate aren’t you?” Theon looked at her sadly before giving her the biggest shit eating grin. “I mean. Knowing Jon, there’s only one thing he’d like to unwrap for Christmas. You know, tall, red hair, blue eyes, goes by the name Sansa-”

“Theon!”

He laughed. “What? You like him, Sans! Just make your move!”

She sighed. “Please be serious about this?”

“Alright, alright.” Theon thought for a bit. “I heard Tiles are all the rage now. You can get him that?”

“What’s are Tiles?”

“It’s like… like Find My iPhone, but like ‘Find My Whatever it’s Attached To’ instead.”

“Oh. Okay, yeah.” Sansa nodded. “Jon’s pretty forgetful, that should be good, right?”

“Yeah! Like they’re very handy. He can attach it to like -uh- his backpack? Uh… clothes- no. Uh.. a baby…”

Sansa looked at him like he was stupid. Which, fair.

“Oh! Oh, keys! Keys are what people usually attach them to.”

Maybe asking Theon for help was a bad move. Sansa doesn’t understand how she became such close friends with this idiot. 

--

“Oh!” 

Jon jumped and turned around. “Sansa? What are you doing up?”

She smiled wryly at him. “I could say the same thing about you.” When he did nothing but smile abashedly at her, she continued into the kitchen and got a mug out of the cupboard. “So,” Sansa said, after realizing Jon wasn’t going to say anything, “What’s someone like you doing up way past his bedtime?” As she continued on making her tea, she looked up to Jon, waiting for an answer. 

Jon blinked at her. “Uh…”

Sansa chuckled. “That bad?” She finished making her drink and leaned on the counter, lightly blowing on the cup. “Well, I’m up because I’m a light sleeper. Especially when I’m stressed. Loud noises tend to wake me up.”

Jon suddenly felt incredibly guilty. “Oh gods, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize I was being loud-”

“No no,” Sansa cut him off. “Sorry, that was poorly worded. Lady got up and had a late night snack.”

“Ah.” Jon  nodded in understanding and took a sip from his own mug. Hmm, she’s a light sleeper. Maybe I can get her a-

“Yeah, and my white noise machine doesn’t help much either.”

Nope. Jon sighed. What could he get for her? He cleared his throat. “So, what’s got you so stressed.?”

Sansa looked down at her mug. “A mix of a lot of things actually. This time of year always makes me feel a little melancholy.” 

Jon scrunched his eyebrows.

“The ghosts of boyfriends past,” she explained. 

Right. Jon’s known her for four years and she’s had a total of three boyfriends. Each one worse than the last in his humble opinion. And that had nothing to do with his crush on her, no sir. 

“Yeah, Theon mentioned one earlier and it just got me thinking, you know?” Jon nodded at her to continue. “I’ve always loved the idea of some pretty prince charming sweeping me off my feet and showering me with gifts. Guess I realized, I don’t want any of that. Gifts are meaningless if there’s no thought or love behind them, you know?” She looked down embarrassedly, suddenly mortified that she just shared so much with him.

Jon gave her an out. “I still can’t believe you and Theon dated the same person.”

Sansa snorted. “Theon will date anything with pretty hair and a heartbeat.”

Jon cracked a smile. “Not ugly hair and a heartbeat?”

“Oh, gods no. He’s shallow like that.”

They both giggled. 

“So…?” Sansa raised an eyebrow at him.

Oh, right. My turn. Jon cleared his throat. “Oh, um, yeah. Stress keeping me up too.” And then Jon suddenly had a thought. Is it considered cheating though? Oh well. “I have absolutely no idea what to get my Secret Santa if I’m honest. You -uh- got any ideas on what you’re getting yours?” He took a discreet sip from his mug. 

Nope. “Yeah, I have an idea, I think,” she replied vaguely. “Something meaningful, you know? Can’t tell you though, sorry! It’s Secret Santa. But anyways, Jon, don’t sweat about the gift! This is supposed to be fun! Besides, you know us, we don’t need any fancy schmancy gifts.” How about you take your own advice, Sansa. “Now, that can’t be all you’re stressed about.”

Jon laughed in his drink. “Always so perceptive. No, you’re right. I mean- I am stressed about the gift, but I’m also just… I can’t help but think about my Mom, you know? Sure she has friends back home that she could spend Christmas with, but I can’t help but feel guilty for being here, while she’s at home alone right now. And I just really miss her.” He shrugged and took another sip of his drink. “So, whatcha got there? What kind of tea is it?”

“Oh, er, it’s chamomile. It helps me sleep.”

“That sounds nice. Maybe I should try that and see if it’ll help me sleep too.”

Yes! Maybe I can get him a pack of-

“Too bad I’m more of a hot water type of guy.” He smiled at her and took a sip from his mug. “Never really found the need to drink much of anything else at home.”

A fucking minimalist. 

--

“So,” Arya said, “You got anything yet?”

“Nope,” came a muffled reply from Jon. 

“Sucks.” He groaned in his hands and Arya felt pity. “Tell you what, I’ll let you in on a big Sansa secret.”

Jon perked up at that. “What?”

“She doesn’t give two fucks about gifts.”

“That… that doesn’t help, Arya.”

“No, I’m serious. Look,” she said forcefully, “Sansa’s had friends and boyfriends who’d always give her the most lovely and expensive gifts, right?”

“... Still not helping.”

Arya sighed. “What I’m trying to say is those boyfriends? Look around Jon, are they in her life anymore?”

--

It hit her like a shit ton of bricks. Well, actually. It was more of a passing thought as she was watching her third Christmas movie of the day. 

So, with her parents’ permission and Theon’s help, she got to work.

--

Arya groaned. “You know, it’s called ‘1 hour photo.’ Meaning that the photos won’t be ready for one hour.”

“I’m sorry! I’m just anxious and I wanna get started as soon as possible.”

She rolled her eyes at Jon. He enlisted her help to buy all the things he needed for Sansa’s gift. And to provide some photos. 

--

It was Christmas Day. It was Christmas Day and Jon found he was really missing his mother. He tried calling earlier, but she didn’t answer. She was either still sleeping in, as that was their usual routine, or she was at a friend’s. He sighed. He’ll try calling her again later on in the day.

Jon got up and joined the rest of the house downstairs. 

--

It was Christmas Day. It was Christmas Day and Sansa was nowhere to be found. She told everyone they could get started on gifts without her if they wanted to, but of course no one was going to do that. So they planned on opening gifts after breakfast instead. 

They were all in the kitchen eating when they heard the front door open and close.

“Sorry I’m late! I’ll join you guys in just a bit!” She shouted from the other room.

Jon eagerly stood up, intent on helping her with whatever last minute thing that she must’ve gone out to buy. But before he could even move, Theon promptly pushed him back down in his seat. 

“Where ya going, buddy?”

“Just gonna see if Sansa needs any help.”

“No worries, I got it.” He proceeded to pour Jon a cup of orange juice. Jon confusedly thanked him and raised the glass to drink it. When he gave Theon a questioning look, Theon explained. “To help quench that thirst of yours.” Arya and Bran snorted into their food while Jon choked on his drink. Robb did neither of those things.

“Wow, you’re such a good friend, Theon!” 

“Just getting into that Christmas spirit, Robb.”

He walked smugly out of the room to see whatever it was that Sansa had just gone out for. When Jon finally calmed down, he looked up to see Ned and Catelyn Stark staring right back at him. Both had their eyebrows up in amusement. Oh gods. I can never come back here again. 

A few minutes later, Sansa and Theon returned. Jon noted there was nothing in either of their hands. He wasn’t the only one who  noticed.

“Didn’t get what you were looking for?” Bran asked.

“Nope,” Sansa replied nonchalantly, “Must be what I get for trying to go to the store on Christmas Day.”

“So you’re telling me we could’ve opened presents by now?” Rickon was shaking his head at his big sister. Hey may be well into his teens, but Rickon was still excited for Christmas gifts.

“Sorry! Tell you what, is everyone done eating? Let’s get to presents right now!”

Catelyn made a move to start clearing the table, but Sansa waved her off. “I’ll do it after we open presents Mom. Don’t worry about it!”

--

Everyone grabbed whichever gift had their name on it. To keep things anonymous, every gift was wrapped in the same paper and the names were stuck on with pre-printed stickers. Ned passed out the gifts to be opened one by one. When Sansa opened her gift she let out a soft gasp.

“Oh,” she whispered softly, “This is perfect.” She began flipping over each page of the homemade scrapbook. They were filled with photos from the last few years. A lot of the pictures were ones she didn’t even know were taken of her and her family. Family dinners, camping trips, random moments on campus with her friends and family. It was filled with small moments that she forgot had happened. There was even a wristband from a concert Robb and Jon and Theon had taken her to.

“What is it darling?” Her mother asked.

Sansa closed the book and held it close to her chest. “It’s a scrapbook. Filled with a lot of really good memories.” She smiled. She wondered who got her such a thoughtful gift. Before she could try to figure out who it was, Rickon interrupted her.

“Wait, where’s Jon’s gift?” He and Ned looked around the tree to see if they had missed one.

“Oh, no it’s okay!” Jon started waving his hands. “I don’t need a gift!” He was actually a bit relieved. He was awkward when it came to accepting gifts.

“Oh no!” Theon declared very loudly in a strange, overly dramatic voice. “Jon doesn’t have a gift? That’s awful!” At some point during that announcement, he had slowly tilted his head towards the stairs.

Sansa slapped her forehead in disdain. Theon doesn’t have a subtle bone in his body.

“Wait yeah, that’s not right,” Robb agreed. “Jon’s Secret Santa: what the heck?”

“No, I’m good!” Jon argued. “I don’t need a gift.”

“That’s a shame. Should I just hop on a flight and head home then?” 

Jon froze when he heard the voice behind him. His jaw slowly dropped and he turned around.

The woman before him tilted her head and smiled. “Hi baby.”

“Mom?”

“Merry Christmas!” Lyanna laughed as her son rushed to hug her. 

“What are you doing here?! How’d you get here? Is this why you didn’t answer your phone earlier? Oh my gods!” 

Sansa smiled softly at Jon. She figured it out. The one thing he probably wanted most this year was to be with his mother. 

“You’ve got some wonderful friends here, Jon.” Lyanna turned around and gestured to Sansa. “This lovely young woman here booked me a flight and picked me up from the airport this morning. If she’s not your girlfriend, then you better get to it!” 

“Mom!”

Lyanna ignored her son then looked at the rest of the Starks and laughed. “You people really go all out for Secret Santa gifts don’t you?”

After the initial embarrassment, Jon looked at Sansa with a mixture of disbelief and awe. And she smiled sheepishly back at him.

“Surprise?”

Jon shook his head and chuckled. “I don’t know what’s more unbelievable. You booking a last minute flight for my mother, or the fact that we both pulled each other’s name for Secret Santa.”

Sansa’s eyebrows rose. “You made this for me?” She asked softly.

It was Jon’s turn to look sheepish. He scratched the back of his head, suddenly feeling bashful. “Uh… yeah. I couldn’t think of what to get you. And then you said how you think gifts are meaningless if there’s no thought for the person receiving it and uh, I know how you love your friends and family and-”

Sansa interrupted him by engulfing him in a hug. “Thank you. I love it.”

“Oh noooo, wouldja look at that?”

Theon had somehow attached a suspicious looking holiday plant to the fishing rod he got from his Secret Santa. And he was now dangling it above Jon and Sansa as he lounged on the couch.

Sansa, too busy glaring at Theon, didn’t notice Jon’s blush. When she turned back to Jon, she opened her mouth to give him an out, but he beat her to it.

“I’m game if you are.”

I am SO game.

Sansa leaned in and Jon met her halfway.

“Wait that’s holly, not mistletoe!”

“Robb, shut up. You’re ruining their moment.”

[ladyreapermc]

Birthday Song Drabble Challenge

Hello folks!

I turn 30 on May 1st and I wanted to do something special to celebrate so I decided to make a Prompt List based on songs that I love (each one was on the top 100 billboard between the years 1990 to 2019) so you can request it and I’ll write you a drabble (between 500 to 1000 words).

Each person can request one song and a character they want to see the drabble writen with. You can request anonymously.

I write for: Keanu and his characters; Henry Cavill and his chracters (Walter Marshal; August Walker; Napoleon Solo); Richard Madden and characters (Robb Stark and David Budd); Karl Urban and characters (Bones McCoy; Billy Butcher, Reaper Grimm, Vincent Stevens)

I’ll be posting these drabbles daily in May. I’m posting the prompt list right now because I want to have some time to write it beforehand.

Some of the songs were picked by a few friends already, but everything else is up for taking.

I don’t wanna do repeated songs, so I’ll be working on first come first serve type of thing. I’ll make sure to update and reblog this post with the songs that are still available until everything is taken.

And that’s it! I’m excited for this!

1.It must have been love – Roxette with Walter Marshal for @ly--canthrope

2.More than words – Extreme with Keanu character @caryled

3.Bohemian Rapasody - Queen with Karl Urban for @whizzer1320

4.I will always love you – Whitney Houston with Keanu for @baphometwolf666

5. Linger – The Cranberries with Keanu for anon

6.Back for Good – Take That with Jack Traven for @penwieldingdreamer

7.Un-Break my Heart – Toni Braxton with Henry Cavill for anon

8.Wannabe – Spicegirls with Henry Cavill for anon

9.One Week – Barenaked Ladies with Keanu for @ivymiiru

10.Man! I feel like a woman – Shania Twain with Henry or Walter for @stxphmxlls

11.Say my name – Destiny’s Child with Keanu for @iworshipkeanureeves

12.Thank You – Dido with Johnny Utah for @ruggile

13.Underneath it all – No Doubt with any Keanu character @meetmeinthematinee

14.Someday – Nickelback with Henry for @penwieldingdreamer

15.La Tortura - Shakira ft. Alessandro Sanz with John Constantine for @jinchanyeolstolemysoul

16.I write sins not tragedies – Panic! At the Disco with Constantine for @ficsnroses

17.Irreplaceable – Beyoncé with Keanu for anon

18.Hot n cold – Katy Perry with John Wick or Keanu for anon

19.Please don’t leave me – Pink with John Wick for @ficsnroses

20.Bad Romance – Lady Gaga with Jonh Wick for @omg-imagine

21.Moves like Jagger – Maroon 5 with Johnny Utah for anon

22.Rumor Has It – Adele with Napoleon Solor for @deep-in-my-thoughts13

23.I knew you were trouble – Taylor Swift with Richard, Henry or John for @toomanystoriessolittletime

24.Let It Go – Idina Menzel with Walter Marshal for @omgkatinka

25.Take me to Church – Hozier with August Walker for anon

26.Treat you better – Shawn Mendes with Keanu for anon

27.Havana – Camila Cabello with Henry for @theolsdalova

28. Call out my Name – The Weeknd with Henry for @fanficsrusz

29.Thank you Next – Ariana Grande with Napoleon for @toomanystoriessolittletime

30. TNT - AC/DC with John Constantine for @darkjedipoptarts

[vixerehq]

hey there! this group looks amazing and i'd love to apply but i'm having a hard time choosing between stannis, robb and oberyn. could you tell me who you'd like to see the most?

anon !!! i’ve been having the worst morning, so your ask literally just made me so happy, omg !!!

okay, i’m biased so i have to say stannis. i play renly and we’ve got a lot of baratheons and plus, stannis is going to really important post-event. also i need someone to give us a hot stannis who stans the baratheon name. i can’t have a great stannis in canon-verse bec of all the burning, so i need a stannis i can love here.

but that’s my personal fave, i do know that our starks are only missing robb and bran at this point –– and that everyone would love a robb !!! especially with our lyanna reserve and ned about to come into play as well !!! 

also !!! i know everyone in the gc has mentioned oberyn ; and honestly, with our recent rhaegar-lyanna reveal + with so many martells and martell-targaryens in play, i’m sure he’ll be loved. 

this was so unhelpful, i’m so sorry. but i’d say stannis or oberyn if you’d like someone immediately relevant to the plot ; robb if you’d like all of the connections !!!

members –– who would you like to see?

tiny addition: we'd love some more power players for the martells !!! esp in the midst of all the chaos and scandal, oberyn turning up would be chefs kiss.

[fineosaur]

thank you, @yanak324, for the tag, im in love with u, you must know that

top 4 ships:

arya stark & gendry waters (gendrya) - a song of ice and fire/game of thrones

james potter & lily evans (jily) - harry potter 

robb stark & theon greyjoy (throbb) - a song of ice and fire/game of thrones

jon snow & satin flowers - a song of ice and fire/game of thrones

this is barely scratching the surfaces, my ships run deep and im severely attached to them all 

last song according to Spotify:

well according to what’s playing right now since i do not have spotify, “no expectations” - the rolling stones

last movie: 

jojo rabbit, incredible, i cant even begin to explain how well done this movie was

currently reading: 

you are a badass - jen sincero

food I’m craving:

ugh i would love a beer and really saucy pasta rn

relationship status: 

single and too tired dealing with myself to consider taking up someone else’s baggage. would definitely allow a hot girl to sit on my face at any time tho lbr

favourite colour:

blue, but im very into greens and black as well

lipstick or chapstick: lipbalm AND lipstick over. my look is a dark lip so you must always have smooth, soft lips when wearing a dark lip. 

favourite food: sushi, ugh but tbh i would say tea even if its a drink. i would live on tea if that would sustain me

top 3 shows (at the moment):

 money heist which im watching with my sister and im so in love with, @yanak324 can verify by the way i message her after every episode

elite, i just finished and i cannot wait for the next season omg 

anne with an e, i finished it earlier this month and im still sad that we won't get another season cause i miss it already 

last thing I googled: 

day click grand baie, i needed to know if i wasnt fooling myself when thinking this place was in la croisette. all of which no one will understand because they do not live in mauritius

height: 166 cm

time: 3:19 am

song stuck in my head: 

for no one - the beatles, cause its giving rn on itunes

wearing: this very ratty ‘the hunger games’ t-shirt and shorts that have the lady of liberty on them, im basically in pjs

# of blankets I sleep with: one, it’s too hot for anything but my ac allows me to have at least a blanket, pls i have class

dream trip: i’d love to travel to the nordic countries, go hiking, drink, die yknow

im tagging @ashapyke, @frankcastle, @livhatesolives, @greeneyedwildthing, @ollie-19