#ROBBE SMILING PLS

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“An albino,” Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. “This one will die even faster than the others.”

Jon Snow gave his father’s ward a long, chilling look. “I think not, Greyjoy,” he said. “This one belongs to me.”

[cdragons]

"My Girl" - Robb Stark x Forest Fairy!Reader Drabble

A/N: This goes out to my girl, @dipperscavern! She needed a pick-me-up after the Tumblr app decided to be a bitch and delete her draft!!! But she still pressed on and wrote an incredible Robb Stark smut drabble! Pls go check it out!

"Please, Jon," Robb pleaded. "Just for today, and I'll make it up to you."

"Your mother will kill me if she finds out," Jon groaned. Normally, he'd be more than happy to cover for his brother, but what he was asking for was too much - even for him. "She hates me enough as it is."

"She doesn't hate you," Robb winced at the lie, but he was desperate. "Please, I have to see her."

"Why can't you see her tomorrow?" asked his half-brother. "The hunt is tomorrow anyway, you can just sneak away to see her then."

Robb shook his head. "You know how she feels about hunts. The moment the horn blows, she'll scatter far away, and I won't be able to see her for a week! A week - that's too long!"

Jon stared at his brother in complete disbelief at his dramatics. It was hard to believe that the first son of Ned Stark, Warden of the North, would be so far gone for a girl who lived so deep in the forest. A girl who lived a life completely shrouded herself in the mysterious beauty of the ancient woods.

A girl whose allure and grace were of a being so ethereal, she shouldn't exist.

Jon sighed. "Fine, I'll watch over Bran and Rickon by myself today - but if Father asks me, I'm telling him you skipped on your own!"

His brother whispered his shouts to avoid attracting attention from the rest of the keep, but Robb was already on his horse and raced out of the gates before he finished. He couldn't want to see you - his girl, his fairy, his mythic love.

Robb soon reached a part of the forest known to only very few in the North - his father included. The Starks were not only the Wardens of the North but the keeper of its ancient secrets.

Once he rode past the invisible barrier - accessible by those that carry the blood of House Stark - the wintery abode filled with white snow and blue ice melted away to a world of iridescent green trees and a kaleidoscope of colors eternally blooming. He finally saw the red leaves of the ancient weirwood tree whose twin linked your worlds together. Under the magnificent branches, he felt an explosion of love burst inside him at the sight of you.

You - his one and only love - sitting on the gnarled and overgrown roots of your tree. Your feet were bare as you only wore simple white linen dress that hugged your curves beautifully. He saw the flowers and small buds braided into your dark, wavy, umber-brown tresses.

"Fairy!"

Robb called out the nickname he had given you since he first met you in these woods as a child. He felt life flow inside him as he watched you turn around and saw the bright smile spread across your face. As soon as he was close enough, he slowed his steed to stop before jumping off and racing to the ancient tree where you and him would rendezvous in secret.

"Robb!" you called out. You waved in excitement before lightly jogging forward to meet him halfway.

Robb immediately took you in his arms and held you in a tight embrace. He pressed his nose into your locks and breathed in the lavender and wild grass notes. He felt time slow down until it seemed like the whole world stopped. Robb knew such a thing was impossible, but he thought many things were impossible before meeting you.

You slightly nudged him away until his face slightly hovered above yours. On your tiptoes, until they dug into the soft dirt beneath you, you firmly pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your mortal lover gladly reciprocated and tightened his arms around your waist until your chests were firmly pressed against each other.

When you finally parted for air, Robb lovingly stared at how beautifully flushed your cheeks became. He watched in a lust-ridden gaze at how your fingers swiftly undid the ties in front of your dress. He felt his breath stop as the garment pooled at your feet. Your body was completely bare and unclothed, and your skin was unmarred and looked silky-soft. You took his hand and held it at your breast - he could feel how fast and hard your heart was beating.

He wondered if you even knew how much of his breath you took away.

"I want to feel you, my love," you whispered. "Just us, under our tree, where only the witnesses of our love are our gods."

Robb choked back a groan. If he felt his cock growing hard at the sight of your skin, your words made his cock weep for your wet walls.

Gods, he loved you so much - how could he refuse?

Hurriedly, he took off his cloak and laid it down on the ground before removing his clothes with your help; Robb was just as bare and naked as you were. You gasped at the sight of him.

How could one man be so beautiful? How did such beauty become possible? How blessed were you to receive his love?

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, and your lips parted to grant his access to fully devour you. When it felt like you would collapse from the lack of air, his lips trailed down your neck. You heard him murmur against your skin.

"I love you."

He repeated it over and over again, and your breathing became heavier as he continued to trail down. On the tops of your breasts, he deeply breathed the addictive perfume of your skin and began to lay kisses within the valley. His gentle hands roamed and caressed your skin with so much tenderness as his fingers reached that soaked spot between your plush thighs. He slowly slid his fingers inside you, and he growled at how much your slick arousal coated his calloused fingers.

You, on the other hand, felt completely lost in the sea of pleasure Robb was drowning you in. He was gentle. He always was with you, but today...it felt like he was the one who would completely fall apart without you.

Despite you were in full knowledge that it was truly the opposite.

Because for all of his Northern roughness, he was a man who loved with all his heart. He was utterly loyal to those he loved and cherished—a sentiment he shared especially with you, and you could not have been more grateful.

"I want to be here with you," he softly mumbled. "I could never want for anything else if I lived the rest of my life here, with you and our children. You, my pretty fairy, as the mother of my children, and me, your loyal wolf, forever protecting you."

He felt your core clench at his words as hot pleasure shot up your spine. It was a dream the two of you often shared - a life without obligations or duty, no fussy mothers or pushy fathers to stand in your way, and no empty and bleak futures looming over you. A life where it was just the two of you, riding through your forest with your horses, the woods filled with the laughter of your children. And when the day ended, the night would be filled with endless pleasure as your thoughts would only be full of him and his full of you.

You tenderly stroked the curls from his face as you felt the dam holding your pleasure slowly breaking.

Your chest was heaving. "It will, my sweet wolf," you promised. "Ours is a love no one can take away—the gods have shown it to me. After all, our gods are the ones who brought us together in the first place."

It was not long until you completely fell apart and gushed over his fingers. Your back arched as you coated your inner thighs and his fingers with your slick. Robb huskily chuckled as he pressed kisses down your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Your fingers intertwine with his lovely, auburn curls in an attempt to anchor yourself to this material plane.

"Lie down," he softly ordered. "I won't take you against the harsh bark of a tree."

"Oh, but on your cloak in the dirt is an acceptable alternative?" you teased despite lowering against the soft, dark furs of your lover's fine cloak.

He smirks at your mirth as he crawls toward you. His perfect form hovering over you as if you were prey and he was about to devour you whole.

"Of course," he confirmed. "After all, I plan to take you on it until the only word you know how to say is my name, and the furs soak up all of your cum until it's all I can smell on it until the end of time."

Biting your bottom lip in anticipation, you could hardly wait for him to make good on his promise.

Robb aligns his cock at your entrance, its head red and its tip leaking with precum, as he slowly pushes inside you as wraps his hand in yours. He was only halfway inside you before he fully pushed himself in and completely bottomed out.

You cried as white, hot pleasure shot up your spine and flooded every nerve in your body. You felt so full and could hardly wrap your head around the fact that you and Robb's bodies were joined together as one.

"Fuckin'- fuck," he gasps out. "How is it you're so tight every time I take you?"

"Because I'm yours, Robb," you answered breathlessly. "My body was made for you as yours was made for me. Such pleasures could only exist between us - us and no one else."

Feeling the pool of pleasure in his stomach overflowing at your words, Robb begins to slowly thrust - in and out - until he reaches a steady rhythm that makes you senselessly babble as you feel your body becoming dull to everything but Robb. You felt every slow drag of his hips, every lingering trail of his touch, every hot breath on your skin, and you wondered how one man could make you feel so good.

He hits that spot inside you—the one that makes you see stars that only he could reach. Your eyes roll back, and you beg him to kiss you. A wish he complies without question—because what is his purpose if not to grant your every wish in his power?

It isn't long until he feels your walls clenching around his cock, and he can feel his control quickly slipping.

"Fairy, my fairy," he pleads against your lips. "'m close, 'm cumming."

"In-inside, my love," you beg. "I want you to spill your seed inside me. Let it take root in my womb, and our child grow."

Your grip on his hand tightens as your love's thrusts become quicker and sloppy, and he hits that spot inside you even more harshly and roughly. You scream as your walls clamp down on his member as your arousal spills out and coats his cock. He quickly follows after you, pushing himself as deep as he can to fill your womb with his seed as a groan resonates deep within his chest.

Despite the exhaustion flooding his muscles, Robb does not collapse atop you or pull out. Instead, he presses a soft kiss on your sweaty temple and lies by your side. He holds you close and breathily chuckles at how close to sleep you look in his arms. He places a small peck on your nose and smiles at how it scrunches so adorably.

"Rest now, my love. I'll be here when you wake."

You let out a loud yawn. "Good...believe it or not, this isn't what I had planned for us."

"Oh? And what were we supposed to do before you...distracted me?"

Robb raises his brow before smirking at the memory of how you initiated seducing him. You swatted his arm.

"My mare successfully gave birth to a foal. He's so beautiful - a red and white coat. I already love him."

"Have you named him?"

"Yes, Kodak."

Robb wanted to ask why you decided to name him that of all things, but you were burrowed in his chest - already in a deep sleep. With a content smile, he followed suit and met you in a dream. A beautiful dream where it was just you, him, your children, and 'Kodak.' All of you laughing and smiling in your beloved woods.

Underneath the weirwood tree, you and he met all those years ago - when you were still a sprite, and he was still a boy. Underneath the weirwood where Robb saw you for the first time, and he swore to the Old Gods and New that he would love only you for the rest of his life.

A promise he swore then, a promise he still keeps, and a promise that remains true until his last breath.

@dipperscavern, if you've died from an overload of fluff and love delulu fantasies...then I've done my job

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♡

[dagcutie]

i guess i'm just too tough to cry

im headed straight for the floor

[alinok]

We kissed last week.

[doremifamoon]

Love at the first sight Septum.

[queenofpurgatoryx]

Placebo (feat. David Bowie) - Without you i'm nothing. For your song fic thing. When Robbe met Sander i immediately thought of that song, the version with Bowie for obvious reasons, of course, hehe:) And I kind of think the lyrics suit them pretty well.

Robbe was not good with words, sometimes he acted as if he was this smooth talking sueve guy but that was it. An act. When it mattered the most, the words didn't come floating to him, it was a struggle.

He was an observant person and he read people from the way they acted rather than looking for hints in their words. It was perfectly clear for him when a friend was in distress, for example. Body language, little gestures. Actions.

That was the way he understood things and people. That was the way he could say stuff the best, translating his emotions into actions.

A wink.

A smile.

A gentle touch.

Showing love was difficult though, he needed to say stuff as well, right? Actual words. He wished he could charm people the way Milan did, so open and unapologetically himself. So blunt with his words. Where Robbe's way of saying 'I love you' to Zoe was preparing her dinner when she was stressed with exams. That's how he spoke.

Not everything was that simple. The text he couldn't send to his mom was not simple, for instance. Talking (honestly) to Noor was not simple. Sander. Nothing was simple with Sander.

Yet, at the same time, kissing Sander was the easiest thing Robbe had ever done. Of course, the moments building up the that had been complicated but in that pool, it had felt so right that there was no room for second guessing. It was easy as breathing to be with him, even under water.

Robbe had a lot of things he wanted to say to Sander.

Maybe a bone crushing hug for I care about you.

Showing Sander that he listens to to that playlist and thinks about his smile all day for I like you.

How could he say I'm sorry and mean it the way he actually feels it? Because words were just words and thousands of people told each other sorry everyday. Robbe was sure that none of them meant it the way he felt.

Robbe was not good with words and maybe he even sucked at apologies. That didn't mean he couldn't try.

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Take the plan, spin it sideways

I

Fall

Without you, I'm nothing

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a song + a ship = a drabble from me!

[javisjeanjacket]

The Knights in the North (robb stark x female knight! oc)

PART ONE

A/N: if there are any Robb Stark fans left in the world-hello :) I’m watching GOT for the first time (I’m currently on S5, E3 so pls don’t spoil it!!) and ofc I fell in love with Robb and have the unquenchable need to be a knight now lol enjoy

This is also my very first OC character and the photo below is her faceclaim! 

Warnings: friends to lovers trope but neither of them know it yet, swords are used, brief descriptions of a duel, kind of yearn-y but not super intense

Word count: 2.1K

Years had passed here under the weirwood tree. Or so it seemed.

Scenes from the past filtered through my mind, dancing before my eyes and over the small pond just ahead. I looked back down to my sword, it’s hilt decorated with vines and blossoming wildflowers, and remembered when I had played here as a child. Jon and Robb at my side, all three of us with wild eyes and mussed hair. Dirt underneath our fingernails and the face in the white bark of the tree watching over the three of us solemnly. Cleaning the blade carefully, I smiled and began to ponder my time here in Winterfell. Growing up alongside the Stark children and their ward, Theon Greyjoy, was as idyllic as one might have guessed, but, as I was reminded constantly, I was not really a part of the family. 

After the death of my family on the Sapphire Isle, all save for my beloved sister, Brienne, I did the only thing I could and fled to the North. Taking father’s coin, his sword, his ringmail wrapped in a cloth, and a block of sourdough, I ventured to the edge of Tarth and journeyed across the Narrow Sea. Finding the Starks had been all but coincidence, but now, looking back, I couldn’t imagine a life without them.

My sword was finally clean and I stood from the marbled bench. The stark white tree and her dripping red leaves watched me as I sheathed my sword and tucked the cleaning rag into my belt. 

My heart skipped a beat in my chest as I stole a glance to my left and looked upon the tree Robb had hacked away at on the day of his father’s death. It still bore the marks of his wrath.

I could picture his face when I found him there, still feel his hands clenching at my shoulders. His wails pulsed in my ears and his inflamed words rang out in my mind, 

‘I’m gonna kill him!’  The venom with which he had said them had given me chills then, and did now. 

I thought back to the feeling of my hands on his chiseled face. His bright blue eyes looked down into mine and I thought for a moment they each donned swords of their own; as they had pierced through my armor with such ease. I had told him then that I would be the devil for him, if that meant he would stay with his family. He was the heir to Winterfell, and he needed to remain with his family. If that meant I dueled with an angry king looking for revenge-so be it.

Robb had taken me into his arms and pulled me against his chest, his breath was hot and catching against my neck and his nose pressed into my shoulder. I didn’t know what else to do, so I wrapped my arms around the young wolf, holding his trembling body until he caught his breath again. 

But that was years ago. Robb was older now and so was I. Both used to the heavy weight of grief and loss, the even heavier weight of responsibilty. For a glorious moment, I had hoped the gentle hug and my words to him would have sparked an opening of deeper friendship between us, but it didn’t seem that had been the case, as he had chosen to bury his grief under the skirts of some of the most eligible women in Winterfell. 

With a heavy sigh, I looked from the tree and back down to my boots.

‘They need a wash.’ I said to myself before walking out of the courtyard and into the training grounds. 

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Robb pulled tightly on the reins as he and his brothers turned the corner into the gates of his capitol city. 

His horse slowed and Jon and Theon’s did the same. The trio moved through the city, slain deer strapped to the backs of their animals. Robb pulled his horse to a stop and tied it on the post nearest to the knight training grounds. As he dismounted, his intense blue eyes looked over his brood of knights while they sparred. 

Robb would never let me know it, but his eyes always sought me out. Always. He knew my form better than his own and dreamed about it when he slept at night. But, as the king, it was imperative he marry a lady, as his mother instructed. She talked very highly of Walder Frey’s women, but Robb knew better than to strike a deal with a snake.

“Can’t believe the boys haven’t killed her yet.” Jon said with a sheepish smile as he moved to stand beside Robb. Jon readjusted the game he had flung over his shoulder as Theon approached, his bounty of rabbits dangling from his neck. 

“I’m surprised Alise hadn’t killed all of them.” Theon smirked, his hand moving to the hilt of his sword.

“She could, couldn’t she?” Robb said softly, more to himself than to his company. 

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My dark brown braid hung down my back as I gave my sword another playful spin. I chuckled as I walked in a taunting circle, moving as my opponent moved, my sword quick and agile and ready in my hand. I caught sight of Robb, Jon, and Theon as we circled and I shouted out to Landor, the knight opposite, “What’s wrong, Lan? You don’t want to lose to a girl now that the king is watching?” My eyes flicked up to Robb’s and found them piercing through me.I just caught a hint of a smile on his face before Landor roared and lunged towards me.

His teeth grit and his eyes were set as he made his attack. He striked at me and I lifted my blade to block it. The whine of metal against metal made my smirk falter. I made an attack of my own, twisting to the right and slashing before twisting to the left and blocking his jab. We danced like this, right, left, right, left; my body forcing his back and back and back until Landor grew frustrated and drew his sword up above his head. 

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“I’m not lugging your game in for you, Robb, come on!” Jon clapped his hand on Robb’s shoulder, trying to shake his half brother from the trance the knight’s sparring had put him in. 

Robb stood transfixed on the battle, his eyes studying Alise’s form as she blocked then jabbed. 

Jon smirked. 

Robb had had a crush on her since they were children, he’d just never had the sense, or the backbone, to tell her. 

“Just let me watch the end of this.” He said, his eyes focused on the battle but his hand reaching out towards the deer strapped to his horse’s rump.

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I brought my sword up to block Landor’s blow and grimaced under the weight of his swing. With a loud groan, I twisted both swords and brought my blade around our heads and then downwards, forcing Landor to drop the blade into the mud below our feet. 

The older man grumbled, held his hand up in surrender, and then bent to pick up the blunt edged sword.

I smiled and brushed an errant lock of hair back behind my ear. I held my hand out to Landor as he rose, “You were a formidable opponent.”

“You’re a woman; doesn’t take much to be a formidable opponent to you.” He huffed as he turned his back to me.

I sighed heavily and ran my tongue along the backs of my teeth. I followed quickly in step behind him. “I may be a woman, but I still bested you, old man.”

Landor turned back towards me, his teeth bared and a growl in his throat, “Watch your tongue, bitch, or someone will cut it out for you.”

My features darkened and turned stony. Before I could reply, a hand yanked hard on my braid, throwing me back and into the mud.

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Robb could see the offense before it happened-Landor’s reddened cheeks and the way the men rallied around him. Robb’s chest puffed and his breath quickened as he watched on. He could almost make out the hairs on the back of my neck bristling when Landor threatened me. I landed in the mud and Robb began his march over to the lot of us, all his kingly justice burning bright in his eyes.

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The men chuckled as I struggled in the mire, wiping the filth from my eyes and spitting it out of my mouth. 

Robb almost growled as his hand gripped the knight’s pauldron. He pushed into the group and forced the man backwards. Robb’s chest was pounding and he spoke to the man quietly, with words dripping in venom, “Who are you to make a mockery of my knight?”

“Your Grace, we were just having a bit of fun; it’s friendly competition, that’s all.” The man held his hands up in surrender and hung his head.

Robb’s nostrils flared and a muscle in his jaw twitched. “You would lie to your king, Ser Arton?”

“No…no, your grace.” The man stuttered. 

Robb’s attention shifted to Landor. “Is that what this is, Landor? Friendly?”

Landor swallowed and looked down at his boots. “No…no, my lord. It wasn’t.”

The king made an exaggerated look of enlightenment and turned from one knight to the other. “You two are to go to the stables and clean out the horse’s stalls. Now.”

“But, my king, we were just about to head in for supper…” Arton protested, widening his eyes and looking at Robb with as much of a pouty lip as his poor thin ones could manage.

“Oh, were you?” Robb chuckled. “Then take that into the stables with you, I’m sure the horses will enjoy your potatoes.”

Both men stood with their mouths parted, tension and offense simmering hot in the air. A moment passed, wherein Robb had to remind them there was work to be done, “Off you go then.”

After the agitators had gone and the rest of the knights had retired to the castle for supper and ale, Robb turned back towards me.

I was back on my feet and brushing as much debris as I could from my tunic. My heart thundered in my throat and I kept my gaze locked on his boots. “I apologize, my lord, for you having to interfere. It was nothing, I assure you.”

Robb stood in front of me and let out a deep sigh. “Alise.”

I dared to look up into the tantalizing blue of his eyes. As he’d grown older, Robb’s jaw had grown more pronounced, the soft curve of his Adam's apple more bold and the scruff on his jaw long and a dark red brown color. For a moment, it was all I could do to hold back from reaching out and placing my hand on his cheek. 

“You can be honest with me,” He said. “we’re friends. You’re safe with me.” 

I nodded and took a deep breath. “I am not afraid of an old man who is scared because I am stronger than him.”

Robb smiled softly. “But are you afraid of his counterparts?”

My eyes flitted from Robb, to a horse and cart passing behind him, then back again. “Any knight who harms a woman is not a knight at all, and I don’t believe they will jeopardize their livelihoods on my account.”

The smile on Robb’s cheeks widened and I couldn’t help but to soften at it. 

“I think you’re right.” He answered, quirking an eyebrow upwards. A moment of reflection passed as Robb and I turned to walk towards the castle. “You have grown very skilled with the sword.” He said.

My cheeks filled and I smiled broadly. I bent my head down to try and keep it out of his line of sight. “It was all those hours we spent practicing under the weirwood when we were children.”

Robb chuckled and nodded in response, “Those were very good lessons.”

“You thought they were at least.” I teased.

He gasped dramatically and retorted, “They were! You would never have mastered the ‘Stick and Poke’ if we hadn’t!” His gasp turned to a flirtatious smirk and his eyes glittered with excitement.

I wanted to set up camp right there on the footpath into the castle, to keep his face looking at me like that, to keep his eyes filled with adoration. I laughed aloud, my voice flitting up through the stone walls and over the trees. 

Robb thought his heart might beat out of his chest at the sound of it. 

“That’s not a real attack, you just made it up!” I chided him, the grin on my face spreading wide and my cheeks growing hot.

Robb laughed aloud now, his shoulder brushing against mine as he walked. “One day the ‘Stick and Poke’ is going to save your ass and you’re going to have me to thank for it.” That smirk was so close to me now, his eyes looking into mine intently and the smell of him, like leather and pine, overwhelmed my senses. 

I fought to keep from grabbing his cloak and pulling him into a kiss right then and there. “When that day comes, I’ll send you dozens and dozens of flowers in thanks, my lord.” 

Robb tilted his chin upwards and looked down at me in a smug expression. “I look forward to it.”

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We were still laughing and reminiscing as we walked into Winterfell’s great hall, big green banners hung along it’s rafters, each emblazoned with the direwolf symbol I knew and loved. The sound of men laughing and plates clattering and ale sloshing in horns filled the air. The warmth from the big hearth greeted us happily. 

Robb turned back to me, “Enjoy your dinner, Alise.” His features were touched with melancholy, but his eyes like honey-sticky and overwhelming and warm in my chest.

Before I could say my farewell, Jon Snow interrupted us.

Happy from the ale, I guessed, he clapped a big hand on my shoulder and sent me stumbling forward towards Robb.

The king held a hand out in case I fell.

I blushed, but looked up at Jon.

“Alise,” Jon bowed his head at me and then, “Brother.” he bowed again.

We both nodded back to him and Jon smiled as he looked over Robb’s broad shoulders.

“You forget something?” He teased, his dark eyes sparkling and his eyebrows high on his angular face.

“Ah! The deer!” Robb cursed. 

Wasn't sure who would want a tag for this!! Lol 😅

[sonderthroughthestreets]

i need more headcanons omg 🥺👉👈 i would die to hear one about them going shopping together!! its such a couple-y domestic thing to do 😭

Hii anon!! Ahh ur so cuteee🥺 I’m running out of headcanons and I actually suck at them but okay so:

(Actually, I wrote this whole thing out and realized you said shopping like clothes or something so skip over them grocery shopping if u want lol)

Whenever Robbe and Sander go grocery shopping, they need to have a list bc otherwise they end up filling the cart to the brim with junk food they don’t need. Sander is always humming Bowie in the aisle and sometimes when they separate to different aisles the way that Robbe will find his way back to Sander is to listen for that humming. Sander always gets really distracted. He goes into an aisle for one thing but before he knows it, he’s making a round around the whole store thinking “oh, maybe we need some bell peppers, and some eggs, oh! Coffee, cant forget coffee” it’s easy to lose him the store sometimes skdjdb

They’re definitely stealing kisses in aisles where nobody’s there and they’ll hold hands when they’re standing in the checkout line. They argue in the aisles about whether they need more chips “we have them at my house Sander” “yeah but it’s half done already” and they’ll have intimate moments where they’re just staring at certain products and trying to decide what to get, so one of them leans over to the others and asks “what do you think? Yeah?” and the other will stare at the product for a bit and then say “hmm, yeah, I think thats good”

When they go shopping together, it’s always for shirts or jeans. Shirts for Sander bc Robbe keeps stealing them and jeans for Robbe bc he ends up ripping them while skateboarding sometimes. They’ll be serious for a bit, walk around holding hands and looking at shirts and jeans and they’ll even make it to the dressing rooms all serious, trying them on and coming out with a “yes? No? ‘Sander I hate this shirt pls take it off right now?”

And Robbe will giggle and say “no I like this shirt. Looks good” and then they’ll get less serious where one of them makes a joke about taking shirts off and they end up making out in the dressing room sksjjdjd

They’ll go record shopping too sometimes, where Sander is enamoured with the tracks and he’s browsing through the albums and Robbe will stand beside him and cling to his arm and melt into the smell of his leather jacket watching him pick something out. Sometimes he’ll put a hand in his back pocket.

“Did you find one you like?” asks Robbe.

“Yeah, I think I did,” says Sander. And Robbe will smile close his eyes slow and cat-like and give him a sweet kiss.

Shoe shopping is a completely different ordeal because all Sander needs are his Docs and his converse. Why go buy more shoes? But every once in a while he’ll try on some black kets for Robbe who says “come on you really need new shoes, you’ve worn out ur converse” bc Sander can’t argue with that, the toes having holes and the edges ripped and shredded. It’s all he wants tho is black and black and black. So robbes the one who always ends up getting white sneakers. They’re brand new for a day before Robbe ends up messing them up and scuffing the ends. Their yin and yang aesthetic still stays in tact tho 😌💫

Okay this was very long I’m so sorry! I don’t even know if this what you meant I hope you like it 🥺🥰💕

[nerajaana]

Hello, not your recent rude anon. I just wanted to drop in and say that I love your work! It's so gorgeous, I don't have enough words to describe how good it's. I envy your talent (nothing malicious tho). Also, you make this fandom a better place so thank you. (Definitely envy your irl friends too) I was just wondering what are your favorite moments/scenes with Arya since she's your favourite.

Nonnie staaahp you’re wayyy too kind pls thank you ily💚💚💚

Arya, oh how I adore her my darling girl🥺💓😩😭💕 George for the love of all that’s in existence at the very least release the braavos novella as a companion piece to twow or something I need some happy Arya chapters gimme Arya hanging out with her friends in the marketplace

I just realized I had answered a similar ask a while ago😅 but I think I’ll do a part 2 (there’s just.....so many moments argh how I love her, she owns my heart istg)

In no particular order:

Arya screwed up her face in a scowl. “Jaime Lannister murdered Jory and Heward and Wyl, and the Hound murdered Mycah. Somebody should have beheaded them.”

Ned stopped and looked at her. “Arya, what are you doing?” “Syrio says a water dancer can stand on one toe for hours.” Her hands flailed at the air to steady herself. Ned had to smile. “Which toe?” he teased. “Any toe,” Arya said, exasperated with the question.  (Too cute I cri)

When at last she slept, she dreamed of home. The kingsroad wound its way past Winterfell on its way to the Wall, and Yoren had promised he'd leave her there with no one any wiser about who she'd been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon . . . but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.

Yes, it’s you who ought to run, you and Lord Tywin and the Mountain and Ser Addam and Ser Amory and stupid Ser Lyonel whoever he is, all of you better run or my brother will kill you, he’s a Stark, he’s more wolf than man, and so am I.

"Lommy, you keep Weasel here." He grabbed the little girl by the hand and pulled her close. "What if the wolves come?" "Yield," Arya suggested.

She would make much better time on her own, Arya knew, but she could not leave [Gendry and Hot Pie]. They were her pack, her friends

Alone, she slid through the shadow of the Tower of Ghosts. She walked fast, to keep ahead of her fear, and it felt as though Syrio Forel walked beside her, and Yoren, and Jaqen H'ghar, and Jon Snow.

“Harwin, it’s me, don’t you know me, don’t you?” The tears came, and she found herself weeping like a baby, just like some stupid little girl. “Harwin, it’s me!” Harwin’s eyes went from her face to the flayed man on her doublet. “How do you know me?” he said, frowning suspiciously. “The flayed man … who are you, some serving boy to Lord Leech?” For a moment she did not know how to answer. She’d had so many names. Had she only dreamed Arya Stark? “I’m a girl,” she sniffed. “I was Lord Bolton’s cupbearer but he was going to leave me for the goat, so I ran off with Gendry and Hot Pie. You have to know me! You used to lead my pony, when I was little.” His eyes went wide, "Gods be good," he said in a choked voice. "Arya Underfoot? Lem, let go of her.".... "She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?"…........"The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell." (Ugly sobbing)

The Tickler backed away. Arya could smell his fear. The shortsword in his hand suddenly seemed almost a toy against the long blade the Hound was holding, and he wasn't armored either. He moved swiftly, light on his feet, never taking his eyes off Sandor Clegane. It was the easiest thing in the world for Arya to step up behind him and stab him. "Is there gold hidden in the village?" she shouted as she drove the blade up through his back. "Is there silver? Gems?" She stabbed twice more. "Is there food? Where is Lord Beric?" She was on top of him by then, still stabbing. "Where did he go? How many men were with him? How many knights? How many bowmen? How many, how many, how many, how many, how many, how many? Is there gold in the village?" Her hands were red and sticky when Sandor dragged her off him. "Enough," was all he said. He was bleeding like a butchered pig himself, and dragging one leg when he walked. (Only pain nothing else)

Arya watched and listened and polished her hates the way Gendry had once polished his horned helm. Dunsen wore them now, and she hated him for it. She hated Polliver for Needle, and she hated old Chiswyck who thought he was funny(he was laughing about participating in gang rape). And Raff the Sweetling, who’d driven his spear through Lommy’s throat, she hated even more. She hated Ser Amory Lorch for Yoren, and she hated Ser Meryn Trant for Syrio, the Hound for killing the butcher’s boy, Mycah, and Ser Ilyn and Prince Joffrey and the queen for the sake of her father and Fat Tom and Desmond and the rest, and even for Lady, Sansa’s wolf.

Arya stared at the face carved into its trunk. It was a terrible face, its mouth twisted, its eyes flaring and full of hate. Is that what a god looked like? Could gods be hurt, the same as people? I should pray, she thought suddenly. Arya went to her knees. She wasn’t sure how she should begin. She clasped her hands together. Help me, you old gods, she prayed silently. Help me get those men out of the dungeon so we can kill Ser Amory, and bring me home to Winterfell. Make me a water dancer and a wolf and not afraid again, ever.

Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit, I smell hot bread baking, I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me

Even sewing was more fun than tongues, she told herself, after a night when she had forgotten half the words she thought she knew, and pronounced the other half so badly that the waif had laughed at her.  My sentences are as crooked as my stitches used to be. If the girl had not been so small and starved, Arya would have smashed her stupid face.  Instead she gnawed her lip.  Too stupid to learn and too stupid to give up. (My baby is the the epitome of perseverance)

"Thank you," Sam told the girl when they were gone.........."Are you truly in the Night's Watch? I never saw a black brother like you before." The girl gestured at the barrow. "You can have the last clams if you want. It's dark, no one will buy them now.”

Have a lovely day ahead nonnie💛

[ayellowcurtain]

could you pls write about sobbe cuddling on the bed and they’re like watching thru robbe’s camera roll on his phone to look at pics together and then sander’s like “wait what is that?” and he sees the screenshot robbe had taken of him 🙊 and he starts teasing him and asking him when he took that and saying he was alr obsessing over him and being his usual tease while robbe is all flustered

Robbe pushes himself up a little bit, adjusting his back against Sander’s chest, kissing his forearm when Sander puts an arm around his neck, his cheek against the top of Robbe’s head again while he hears some podcast his friend suggested to him. 

The last time he checked, Sander was with his eyes closed, completely immersed in whatever he’s listening to. He explained to Robbe before, but he can’t remember right now, it was something too artsy for him to save inside his brain that quickly. 

Robbe moves carefully not to disturb Sander since they’re so tangled together. He opens his book again, trying to find the last phrase he read, putting his notes in front of it, holding his pen back up, making his notes to study later, when Sander is not here, being a distraction even when he’s half out of it, almost meditating in his own way, wrapped around Robbe. 

to Robbe: do you have your notes from last month?

He clicks on the screen of his phone right next to him on the bed to keep it on, reading Jens’ message on the notification before unlocking it, opening his gallery to see if he has it. 

Robbe is almost sure Jens asked for them before, he remembers taking some pictures and sending to his best friend but he doesn’t argue, telling Jens to stop being lazy and search for it himself. 

He’s in a rush, so many chapters to read tonight, so he scrolls way too many times, and when he makes it stop, he finds some photos he forgot he had, and a hand covers the screen, grabbing his phone before he can stop it. 

“What’s this?” Robbe looks up, his boyfriend wide awake, his headphones thrown aside, and he’s so interested in the screenshots. 

Robbe feels his cheeks heating up instantly, sitting up straight, not sure how he can explain himself for being such a creep, taking screenshots of every single photo Britt had posted that Sander appeared in. 

“Sander....” He tries to warn, hoping Sander will just drop it, but he sits closer to Sander, able to see the screenshots too. He hasn’t looked at them in so long, feels like another life. 

His boyfriend looks at him with his soft, drunk in love eyes and Robbe presses their lips together, grateful that he can do that now. 

“I didn’t know you had these. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“What...?” Robbe whisper in defeat and a tiny bit of shame, looking at how handsome Sander looks in the pictures, “When should I have told you?” 

“Any time. Any day.” Sander zooms in on every detail of the screenshot, smiling wider when he seems to remember Britt was a part of that photo and Robbe left her out, “I can’t believe you took screenshots of me.” 

Robbe feels like hidding under the covers, not saying another word, flustered from his head to his toes, he’s sure. 

“So you were obsessed with me like I was with you.” Sander says after a second, kissing his forehead, moving on to the second screenshot Robbe has of him. 

He zooms in enough so they can only see each other in the screen. Sander looking up (at Britt that was, again, cropped out of the screenshot) and Robbe’s back, talking to Moyo, “We always looked good together,” Sander thinks out loud.

Robbe smiles, resting his cheek against Sander’s chest, pointing at the photo. 

“The day you and Britt were making out...” Robbe remembers that night bitterly, more than the Halloween one. Because he knew what Sander was doing while kissing Britt across the room, watching Robbe kiss Noor when he wanted to be with Sander. 

“If it helps, I was trying to show you what you were missing.” 

“Bullshit.” Robbe rolls his eyes and Sander laughs, dropping the phone in between his legs to hold Robbe’s head instead, making him look up. 

“If it helps, you’re such a better kisser.” He whispers before leaving a careful kiss on Robbe’s lips, smiling while looking at him afterward, brushing the tip of his nose up and down Robbe’s nose. 

“Am I?” Sander nods his head, kissing Robbe again, hugging him tighter. 

“Now we’re even. I have pictures of you when we you were still the most beautiful stranger I’ve ever seen, and you have pictures of me without telling me either.” 

“I was just...confused.” Robbe tries to remember how he felt that afternoon, staring at Sander’s face for probably way too long to be healthy, dreaming about them being together, “And you were handsome. And unreachable.” 

Sander frowns, pushing himself down on the bed so they can face each other, lying their heads on the same pillow. 

“I wasn’t unreachable, I was so in love with you already. And am I less handsome now that you have me?” Sander snorts, lifting his eyebrows, his thumb still making small, slow circles from Robbe’s cheek to his jaw. 

“No. No, of course not. You’re perfect. You’re perfect for me.” Robbe says it firmly, certain of what he’s saying, wrapping his arms as tight as he can around Sander’s waist. 

[abittersweetsongforyou]

Pls your voice is so Cute😭🥺💘💕

“Baby,” Robbe murmured.

“Mmhmm.”

“Your hair is maroon. What does that mean?”

“Umm, it’s never been maroon before. I think--I think it must mean love. I’m sorry it didn’t stay purple, though we know how to fix that.”

Rubbing his nose between Sander’s shoulder blades and then lightly kissing the middle of his neck, Robbe murmured, “No, I like maroon.  I like the color of love.”

And 🥺💞💘:

When he opens his eyes, Sander gives him a gossamer smile.

“There,” he murmurs, “Now you’ll always know your first kiss was from someone who loves you.”

Sander has stars in his eyes and Robbe is filled to the brim with tenderness for him.❤️

...

...But Sander doesn’t laugh at him, just keeps them moving, strong and steadfast.

Robbe feels light-headed, has to keep reminding himself that he’s present, that he’s here and real. There’s only him and Sander, the low music and sun warmed kitchen tiles beneath their bare feet. And he knows, he knows this is different. He wouldn’t do this with Jens, doesn’t want to, can’t imagine it with anyone, but Sander.

( I am So sorry jejdwks it's so much🥺❤️)

Millie!!!!! thank you my lovely here is yours!!! i think having more to read is actually helpful because after awhile you kinda just get into it ahjsjsjsj

[chibifatou]

Hi🥰 top 5 Robbe moments (I’m so sorry that’s a hard one skskdjjdbd)

TASFIA THANK U SO MUCH FOR SENDING IT❣️i had the best time ever answering and wrote an essay about best boy ever so here is it<3

-when he is visiting his mom

he just has such a huge heart and he loves his mum so much. They had many moments during the season that showed how deeply he felt about her and how much he cared and worried. Like when he thinks too much about how and what to text her and the way he smiled when she called him to say she is coming home soon. But this scene is my favorite because he was at his lowest and he still mostly cared about her well-being and he smiled so sincerely when he heard that she is doing better. imo one of the most important scenes in the season that shows who robbe is and how deeply he cares about the ones he loves. And also love this scene bc it’s the moment when he decides to take care of himself too:.)

-cuddle clip

best moment because we finally get to see him being himself without being scared or uncomfortable. The scene i love the most is when he talks about universe theory. You can see by his sparking eyes and emotions how he is into what he is talking about. He finds a lot of comfort in this theory and was thinking about it multiple times and now he finally has an opportunity to tell someone about it. And it’s someone who actually listens to robbe and thinking about how he didn’t have anyone around he could talk about things he cared about makes my heart hurt even more while watching

-every time he is being a goofy teen he is pls I cant pick one. When he is all 👀👀👀 whenever zoenne drama is happening and when he gets super competitive and almost drowning sander in the pool and this sandwich with cookies he made like babe??? u do u but it’s not healthy. When he is posting pics in insta like ‘boy you just own it’ and having a banter with sander in the comments with no shame. Or the whole cactus thing instead of christmas tree pkahs just all these lil moments when he is being himself<3 so stupid i love him

-singing to the shoe scene

wait i have more reasons why is it my favorite beside this being a comfort clip okaysjahs. after dealing with so much shit it’s so good to see him finally being happy and content. It’s just a usual evening when his boyfriend comes over and they are having a good time at the flatshare. And the way he feels comfortable enough to kiss sander and hug him there even tho they are not alone because it’s his home:.) and dont get me started about sander starting a tradition with robbe or i would cry—- just yeah he feels at home and he is truly himself

-ohn

no comments needed actually. He is just so sure about his love to sander and he keeps fighting for it. Even tho he also can be scared and dont know what to do he finds perfect words and actions to make. Once again— he is feeling so deep and especially for people he loved and this scene proves how brave and loving he is. Best boy ever

[nbrook29]

11 goofy kiss pls<33

4, 7 for Sobbe omg👀💫👀💫 your talent kgnfjfnlfkf ...

Can you do 15 or 20? Or both for sobbe

Sooo this isn't really on the list of prompts but maybe you could write something about Robbe being totally obsessed with Sander's pouty bottom lip - whenever he sees it he has to pounce on it and kisses/bites/touches/pulls on it. Sander is either turned into a wreck or he teasingly indulges Robbe's obsession 

Hi! :)

based on But do you REALLY want the K?

Goofy kiss + Eyelid kiss + Distract kiss + Shut up kiss + Asker’s Choice

In hindsight, Robbe should have seen it coming.

When his school announced that they had received funding to organize free 6-month workshops for their students and local college students after hours, it got his interest right away. Especially when it turned out that the offered courses focused on more niche subjects.

Robbe has always felt some inexplicable fascination with Scandi culture, Norwegian in particular. In fact, ever since he discovered the multiverse theory he’s been half-convinced there must be a Norwegian version of him existing somewhere out there, which would explain this unusual interest of his. 

So when he was scanning the list of available courses and his eyes caught Norwegian 101, his heart beat a little faster and he giddily signed up right away.

And then Sander signed up too, claiming that a) if there’s a Norwegian version of Robbe there must be a Norwegian version of Sander too, thank you very much, so it is his duty to learn a little bit of his alter ego’s language, and b) it’s going to be a perfect opportunity for them to make up for the fact that they didn’t experience being in high school together. He’s always all pouty when he talks about it, mourning all those lost opportunities of them making out against a window sill in biology classroom or having secret meetings in the bathroom during class and demands compensation in the form of extra long makeout sessions in Robbe’s bed. 

Robbe doesn’t exactly mind, neither the joint classes nor kissing the pout away, which always effectively shuts him up. Quite the contrary actually. Ever since Sander texted him a screenshot of the participants list with DRIESEN SANDER under D, he’s been all hyped up at the prospect of the two of them studying together. 

His friends don’t exactly understand why he’s willing to spend his free time in their school building but at least Yasmina shows interest in the workshops as well, signing up for a few, Norwegian included.

He and Sander are the first ones to arrive to the Monday session, and when Sander notices that the classroom is still empty he wiggles his eyebrows grinning at Robbe cheekily, spins him around in a swift move and pins him to the window sill, his hands going around his thighs to make him sit down on it. 

“Is this everything you dreamed about and more?” Robbe chuckles at the delighted look on Sander’s face, legs snaking around his waist to hold him tighter.

“Yes, I got you right where I want you,” he replies smugly and doesn’t wait another second before pressing a tiny kiss to his lips, then another one, and another, until Robbe makes a soft noise of protest making Sander finally give in and kiss him properly, dipping his tongue past his lips in no time. Robbe lets one of his hands slip down, making his path down his back over the black denim jacket, stopping barely above Sander’s belt, and then without second-guessing himself goes down even lower to give his butt a firm squeeze, because it’s just so... deliciously squeezable.

They only break apart when they hear someone clearing their throat and when Robbe catches the sight of Yasmina regarding them with amusement, he quickly disentangles himself from Sander, wiping at his mouth with poorly hidden embarrassment. Sander is unfazed, as always, turning around with a swagger and shooting Yasmina one of his most charming smiles. She’s not a sucker for it though, contrary to Robbe, so she just fondly rolls her eyes shaking her head at their antics.

The classroom starts to fill in quickly after and before they realize the only empty seats left are placed in the back. Only Yasmina manages to snatch herself one closer to the front. Sander graciously allows Robbe to take the only unoccupied spot in the sixth row and he himself marches over to row eight.

The first hour and a half flies by and Robbe is having more fun than he anticipated. The teacher, Vilde, is young, she’s quirky in that positive way and her approach to the subject differs from what Robbe is used to during his regular classes. 

He takes notes diligently and tries to participate as much as possible but he struggles with pronunciation when asked for reading a few words out loud. When Vilde asks Sander to read them, he does it with flying colors, the jerk, and the girl is so impressed that she calls him a natural, praising his perfect pronunciation of “engelsk” and “kjole” while smiling a bit too much and too wide at him. In Robbe’s humble opinion. 

Once she goes back to writing on the board, he turns around to see Sander giving him a shit-eating grin so he does the only right thing in this situation and sticks his tongue out at him.

They are two hours in when Robbe gets hit in the ear with a small paper ball which then lands perfectly in the middle of his notebook. He throws a glance at the obvious suspect but Sander seems to be deep into copying the grammar rules from the board to his MacBook. 

His elegant handwriting gives him away though.

Du er digg 🖤

Vilde mentioned that last word just five minutes ago, more as a fun fact than anything else but of course Sander caught and remembered it.

He’s fighting against the beaming smile that threatens to take over his face because he doesn’t want to look like a lunatic to everybody around. Sander isn’t bothered by things like that though so when Robbe looks at him again he’s resting his chin on his hand, staring at him unabashedly with a grin of his own as he notices the flush on Robbe’s cheeks.  

He tells him as quietly as he can to quit distracting him to which Sander raises his arms in surrender and with a feigned-serious expression busies himself with the given exercise. If Robbe then tucks the note into the back of his notebook no one needs to know.

Not even a full five minutes pass when another paper ball lands on his desk. Robbe heaves a long-suffering sigh and raises his eyes to the heavens because yes, now he has to deal with a rebel of a boyfriend.

When he straightens out the note, he snorts.

Do you like me? 

Circle YES or NO

🖤

Seems like Sander is having lots of fun acting out this high school romance fantasy. 

He decides to indulge him and reaches for a red ink pen to circle YES. Then, he adds a bunch of crooked hearts (because he’s not the artist in this relationship) on a whim. Once he makes sure Vilde isn’t looking in their direction, he throws the note back to Sander, but not without catching the disapproving look from Yasmina who rolls her eyes so hard Robbe is surprised they aren’t stuck. He just shrugs at her without remorse. 

Sander opens the paper ball as delighted as a child opening their Christmas gift and when he sees the answer he pretends to swoon in his chair, blowing him a long kiss from above his notes.

“Sander, I think you should be paying attention.” Vilde’s reproach pulls Robbe from gazing at his boyfriend like a love-struck puppy and he immediately shoots him a cheeky grin because it’s just really satisfying to watch him being scolded by a teacher.  

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” Sander clears his throat as he straightens on his chair before he glances at his laptop and adds with a smirk, “Or, rather, Du har rett, Vilde.”

Then he winks at her and his confident demeanor clearly succeeds to appease her because she starts to wax lyrical about his oh so amazing pronunciation again.

Ugh. What a show off.

Though, Robbe has to admit that it sounds kinda hot when he speaks Norwegian but it’s not like he’s going to go and tell him that. Instead, he reaches for his phone to shoot him a quick text.

R: You’re such a teacher’s pet oh my god

R: Also stop flirting with her, she’s seconds away from swooning 

S: Are we jealous?

R: Yes, very, I’m worried you’re gonna run away to norway with her and have viking children together 🤭

S: 😘

There is no bell signaling the end of the class but at 17:15 Vilde thanks them for today’s lesson and everybody starts to pack and gradually leave. Robbe is shoving his stuff into his backpack when he feels fingers in his hair pulling his head back without real force to angle it better. Then, Sander places a big loud smooch on his lips making him giggle and swipe at him lightly.

“You’re such a dork.”

He reaches to put the strands hanging over his forehead back in their place, scratching at his scalp a little and when Sander leans into the touch, closing his eyes with a pleased purr, he stands on his tiptoes and presses a tiny kiss to his left eyelid, which earns him one of Sander’s sweetest smiles. 

Once his bag is packed, they leave the classroom with their index fingers entwined, swaying their hands a little as they walk. “So, did you like that class?” 

Sander nods. “Yeah, it was cool. You?”

“You know, I thought those three hours are gonna be a bitch but it was actually pretty fucking nice.”

Sander pushes his tongue in his cheek, wiggling his eyebrows at him. “And did you like my notes?”

Robbe pretends to scrunch up his face, trying not to laugh at Sander’s offended huff. “Hey! Well, okay then, if you’re like that I’m not gonna send you any next time.”

He juts out his bottom lip and honestly, it’s Robbe’s kryptonite, and he’s long made peace with a fact that he’s weirdly obsessed with it; it’s just so plush and enticing and he has spent hours upon hours kissing and biting it, the fact that it made Sander go weak in the knees for him an additional bonus.

So Robbe uses it against him to distract him from pouting, and this time it’s him who pushes Sander against the wall close to the school exit. He pulls their bodies together, delighted at the surprised hitch in Sander’s breath when he sticks out his tongue to drag it along his bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth to nip it a little, to then soothe the sting with his tongue again. He can feel his ministrations are starting to work and with each second Sander is turning into a pile of goo in his arms. 

A voice in the back of his head tells him the school corridor is probably not the best place for this so he eventually pulls back and drags him away from the wall to the school yard. Sander follows him but not without half-hearted protests that stop only when Robbe kisses him hard to shut him up in the middle of the school yard.

“Come on, there’s a bed in my room with our names on it and my mom works until 20 tonight.”

“Is there a shower with our names on it too?”

“If you’re good,” Robbe pretends to think about it, “then I guess that can be arranged.”

[ijustwant2write]

First and Last-Robb Stark x Reader

(GIF credit to @hvitstark)

Tags: @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: 'hi! first of all, your stories are amazing and i love them so so much! now, i hope im not bothering you, idk if you're still taking requests or not, but if you are can you pls write something where the reader is the youngest daughter of a powerful lord and he has come to winterfell to discuss marrying her to robb? this can either be pre-canon (so robert hasn't come north yet) or in some sort of au where nothing happens and all the starks are alive and well :) thank you so much!'

Characters: Robb Stark x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Mention of smut, self doubt, arranged marriage, fluff

(A/N: I MISS WRITING FOR GAME OF THRONES, MY BABIES)

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

There was a buzz around Winterfell castle as the final touches to preparations were made. The (Y/L/N) family were as noble as the Starks, and as it was their first visit to Winterfell, there had to be a good lasting impression. Catelyn and Ned were overseeing the servant's, trusting that their children's nannies or advisors were making sure that they were ready for such guests, they were not to make a fool of the family.

"I've heard that the women are all trained to be warriors since birth." Theon told Robb as he was being dressed in his finest clothes.

"From who?" Robb asked, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

"Wouldn't that be something? No wimpy, defenceless woman that constantly seeks your help, or spoils fun things such as hunting."

Robb knew his friend had only heard such rumours, though was still intrigued."She is a lady, I doubt she would have been near any fighting."

"Their women are strong Robb, proper Northern lasses. They are interesting, not like some of the ones who have visited before."

"They were boring to you because you couldn't even lay a finger on them."

He chuckled."In them more like."

Robb ignored Theon, he had always been so vile when talking of women."I wonder what they're here for. Father hasn't mentioned anything, I don't think he knows either."

"You can't be serious?" Theon scoffed. He gestured for the servant dressing Robb to leave now that he was finished."Come on, think about it."

"Just tell me."

"They've got a daughter, a year younger than you. Now, what do you think that means?"

Robb's eyes widened."No, no, father would have told me about it first-"

"Technically, nothing has been said about any marriage. Maybe that's what Lord (Y/L/N) is here for, not just for a friendly visit. And your father might not know about it yet."

Panic set into Robb's mind. His father had warned him that marriage propositions would be made, especially since he wasn't betrothed to anyone from a younger age. However, it was a small thought to him, most of his teachings had been about how to be a good lord. But having to face it was a completely different feeling. Perhaps Theon was wrong, his father hadn't even hinted at the idea. Now nervous, he took his cloak, wrapping it around himself before leaving his room, and maybe even meeting his future bride.

The pair made their way to the courtyard, hearing that the (Y/L/N) family were to be arriving very shortly. Robb's palms were beginning to sweat in his gloves, the mere thought of marriage making him dizzy. As he stood with his siblings, he ignored the fussing his mother made over them, making sure they were presentable.

(Y/N) made sure her hair was still neat and her braids were still tight in her hand mirror, damning the bumpy road beneath their carriage. It didn't help that her hands were shaking too, though she only noticed this when her mother took the mirror away, replacing it with her own hand.

"Relax (Y/N)," her mother calmed her, giving her a gentle smile,"we will be right beside you."

"He's not going to like me."

"And why's that?"

"He's probably heard all the rumours about how our women are these amazing fighters that aren't afraid of anything, and I'm the absolute opposite."

"For starters, we do not have all these women that go into fighting for the sake of it, you know that. And he doesn't know that your father is proposing this agreement."

"Have you met him?"

"No darling."

"So you don't even know what he looks like, let alone if he is kind?"

"The Starks are a wise, merciful and kind family. I am sure that his parents have raised him well. Their people seem to love them."

(Y/N) went to ask her mother another question, but was interrupted by the shouting of guards. They had arrived. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as the carriage slowed down, willing it to keep moving just a fraction longer. When it stopped, she hid her panic well from her mother, though a mother's instinct could always sense when her child was scared.

Lord (Y/L/N) had been riding up front for the last few miles, and was announced first as he dismounted his horse. He smiled as he approached Nedd, firmly shaking his hand.

"Lord Stark, it has been many years since I last saw you." he started.

"Yes," Nedd began,"in fact, Robb has only just been born."

(Y/N) heard his name, her heart beat thumping in her ears.

"Well, there are a lot of greetings to be made. My wife," (Y/N)'s mother was assisted out of the carriage, and (Y/N) heard her meeting the family,"and my daughter, (Y/N)."

As she emerged from the carriage, she hadn't expected how silent it would be. Everyone was watching her. (Y/N) carefully stepped out of the carriage, gripping onto the foot man's hand. She joined her parents, curtsying to the Starks.

"Thank you for opening your homes to us, it is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"And you Lady (Y/N). I am sure you have inherited your mother's beauty, and your father's wisdom." Nedd could see the young girl's hands were clasped together, stopping them from shaking.

"Not sure how much of that is left." her father joked, relieving the tension.

"Let me introduce you to my family," Nedd walked down the line, each curtsying or bowing,"my wife, Catelyn, who you already know, my eldest Robb, Sansa, Ayra, Bran and Rickon."

It was all too surreal for (Y/N). Here she was, facing the man that could become her husband and he had no idea. She tried to look at him, take in his details without staring, meaning she couldn't do it for long. Robb was also looking at her, dreading when her father would make the suggestion. Something deep in his gut told him that Theon was telling the truth, that perhaps a proposal was on the cards.

"He doesn't need to show me around Winterfell!" (Y/N) protested as she got settled into her room.

Her father sighed."(Y/N), I don't have to do this, but I am giving you a chance to get to know the boy. I could easily just throw the suggestion in their face."

"I know but...father I have a bad feeling about this."

He stopped her pacing, holding onto her hands."You will be fine. You're smart, so you know how to strike up a conversation. You're just nervous."

"Yes, I am. Father, you wouldn't make me marry someone who...someone who would hurt me, would you?"

"Of course not! If I believed the Starks were bad people, then we wouldn't be here. But this family is one of the strongest there are, and believe me, I've never seen a more honest family. You are safe here, and you will be loved."

(Y/N) walked out of her room feeling no less scared. She knew Robb would be going through the same struggle, though it didn't help her. Her footsteps were slow, too slow, her body knowing that she didn't want to go. Robb was exactly the same on the other side of his home, arguing with his mother before she forced him to leave his room and meet the girl, even if they weren't going to be married; in future, she may be a close ally. They were now stood at either end of the same corridor, freezing at the thought of having to be by each others sides for the rest of their lives.

Readjusting their postures, they composed themselves before approaching each other. This was it, the first time they would be alone together, perhaps the conversation that would define their relationship.

"Lady (Y/L/N), have you settled in well?" Robb asked.

"Yes, thank you Lord Stark. Your home is very beautiful."

"Please, my father is Lord Stark. You may call me Robb."

"And you may call me (Y/N)."

A good start, though many people dropped formalities when they weren't the people in charge. Robb offered to take her around Winterfell, which she politely accepted, racking her brain to think of topics to speak about. The small talk continued, until Robb started getting bolder with his questions.

"I've heard that your armies are full of women, that they are trained to fight since birth."

'Of course this question came up' (Y/N) thought.

"We do have a number of women. It is an extremely old tradition. Our lands did not have as many people as they do now, so when enemies would strike, everyone had to fight. And as the ears have gone on, we've kept that tradition alive, though there aren't as many women as there used to be."

"Are you trained in any weaponry?"

(Y/N)'s voice dropped."No. Ladies aren't allowed to."

"Oh." she hated the look on Robb's face, his expectations being dissapointed."That's understandable. Though my youngest sister, Arya, she does not abide by those rules."

"She doesn't?"

"No." he chuckled."A needle is far too small a sword for her liking."

They stopped walking, looking over the wall of Winterfell. (Y/N) was used to similar views back home, it wasn't too different. The noise of the people distracted her, and she turned around, watching them go about their lives. These were the faces she would be seeing almost everyday, if Robb and Nedd agreed to their marriage. And with dinner approaching faster than she liked, the answer was looming closer and closer.

After their walk, Robb had escorted (Y/N) back to her room to change for the meal that night. In his own room, Theon was there once again, prodding at Robb, wanting to know everything and more.

"So, what do you think?" Theon asked.

"I still don't know her very well. I can't make a judgement on her yet."

"OK, then what about how she looks?"

"She is a beautiful woman, but that doesn't mean I'll immediately like her."

Theon raised an eyebrow."But it helps."

Robb nodded."I guess so."

(Y/N) praised her handmaid as she finished her hair, calming slightly once she was satisfied with how she looked. Her mother entered the room, sighing as she saw her daughter fretting. The handmaid was dismissed, making (Y/N) realise that her mother was there, impulsively running to her; they shared a tight embrace, (Y/N)'s hands shaking as she clutched on.

"I don't think I can do it." (Y/N) breathed out.

"Yes you can. This is part of being a woman. You can do this, and we have chosen a family that will love you, they'll keep you safe."

"Mother, he doesn't like me, I just know it."

"He will. Everyone likes you."

Her mother knew that there were no amount of words that would ease her panic. All she could do was wipe away her tears, take her hand and lead her to the hall where dinner was being set. (Y/N) was stronger than she thought, and very likeable; she would fit into Winterfell just fine. It was Robb that was unpredictable.

"Father," Robb made a beeline to Nedd in the hall, desperate to speak to him alone,"may I quickly speak with you?"

"I know what you're thinking about." Nedd suddenly turned around.

"Well?"

"Well, we don't actually know if Lord (Y/L/N) wants an arranged marriage-"

"And if he does?"

"If he does, I shall speak to you in private, as will he with (Y/N). I presume that she doesn't know anything of it. Robb, I'll want to accept, but I need to be sure that you will too."

Everyone could feel the tension as they sat for dinner, Robb and (Y/N) having to sit beside each other. Their parents were in full conversations, the Stark siblings bickering already, whereas Robb and (Y/N) found themselves unable to start one themselves.

"Now," (Y/N)'s father stood, raising his cup,"I want to make a toast."

Everyone raised their own cups, knowing what his speech would include. They had been waiting all day to know what he wanted.

"Thank you once again for letting us into your home, it has been many years since my wife and I last visited, and actually, we were expecting (Y/N) at that time. But Winterfell has not lost its charm. We have been each others banner men throughout this time, and have fought beside each other in victory. I trust that our alliance is strong, but I am willing to make it stronger."

(Y/N)'s head started to spin, her chest tightening. She couldn't even look at her father. The words started to muffle, she couldn't be here to witness it. Without thinking of her manners, she mumbled under her breath, excusing herself as she abruptly stood and ran out of the room. She had no idea of the layout of the castle, running aimlessly, as if she could get away from this problem.

"(Y/N), are you alright?" She heard Robb call her.

She stopped, hiding her face in her hands, pure embarrassment stricken across it."I'm sorry, it's just..."

"I understand, it's a scary proposition."

"Yes, but I've known for so long."

"What?"

Her hands flopped down to her sides, using what bravery she had to face him."My father has been wanting this for so long. He loves your family, and not just for your power."

"There's something more to this."

"There's been another lord trying to marry me, but my father doesn't want me to marry. He told him we were already engaged. He showed up only last week. Robb, I would have told you if I thought I could."

"I understand."

"It's not fair that we've known for so long. My father can be a little dramatic at times."

"It's fine my lady, really."

"I know you need to discuss the answer with your father."

"You speak as if you know what that is."

"After today I think I do."

"And why is that?"

"I'm not what you think I am. I'm probably the most boring women in my land, and I'm supposed to be the one leading them."

"Is this about the army of women?"

"You would be surprised how many men don't like me after hearing that."

"I'm not one of those men."

"You're not?"

"I mean, we know this decision is ultimately up to our fathers."

"I suppose so."

"(Y/N), I can't judge your personality or even your own judgement, since we've only known each other for one day. But seeing as we know what our future entails, I feel that we should be open to get to know each other."

"Thank you Robb, I would very much like that."

[franboos]

for some reason i’m in love with sobbe as dads so:

imagine sander coming back from a long day of work, and it is already kinda late, because he had dinner with his colleagues and afterwards they went to a nice bar. he opens the door to their small but cozy apartment, hangs his jacket over the stool in the hall way and places his shoes next to the door. after quickly drinking some water in the kitchen he quietly taps to their bedroom and slowly opens the door. when he gets in he sees the bed not only contains one, but two bodies in it. robbe is laying there with their only 4 months old baby in his arms. sound asleep. his face immediately lights up. sander just stands there for a while, admiring this sweet view. he can’t believe his two favorite people in the world are laying right in front of him. he wants to cherish this image for ever. so because of a small night lamp that they plug in every night - either in the babies room or their room- because the baby likes that, there is enough light for sander to take a picture with his phone. so he quickly snaps a picture of his two angels, so he can look at this whenever he wants, and then goes to the bathroom to get ready.

once he gets back into the bedroom, and got rid of his clothes except his underwear, he slowly opens the bedcovers to crawl into the bed. he glues his body to robbe’s back and gives his nape a small kiss. with his thumb he softly goes along the small face of their baby. he is so in trance, staring at the baby and enjoying robbe’s body warmth that he doesn’t realize robbe woke up. robbe turns around just enough so he can see sander and gives a small kiss to his nose, since that is the closest reachable body part from his position. sander gives him the sweetest smile since robbe is looking all sleepy and that is one of his favorite robbe’s. robbe raises his eyebrows as to question how his day was. sander gets him, because they got quite good in talking without words over the years, and whispers “it was good, now i’m tired though.” robbe gives him a low ‘hm’ in response before saying “then sleep”. sander chuckles because of the obvious answer and gives him a quick kiss on the lips. “exactly my thought, baby”. robbe’s gives a tired smile to that and then turns back around and lays his head back on the pillow. sander tangles their legs together until he is satisfied with their position and lays his head against robbe’s neck. just when he closes his eyes he mutters “sleep well my two babies”

(this is me asking for someone to write something good and more, related to something like this, i can’t write ok, pls and thanks)