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could you do a prompt for theonsa (canon or modern) where robb is still alive and freaks out about them being together?

Sansa wished out of all the ways Robb could have found them, she had at least had a shirt on. Instead there she was in her pink bralette, Theon kissing a spot near her bellybutton, when Robb walked through the door of Theon’s apartment with a six pack of beer under one arm and takeout in the other. 

“I know you said you were busy, but I used Find My Friends and—” 

The takeout fell to the floor. Luckily, the beer stayed where it was. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Robb yelled, flipping around as quick as he could manage. “Why are you naked?” 

“Please tell me I don’t actually have to explain that to you,” Theon said as he slipped onto his feet, pulling his pants quickly back on. 

“I’m not naked,” Sansa added in defense as she threw her shirt over her head. Her and Theon shared a look then, like they knew the storm was coming but it was a sort of comical one, and she sighed. “You can turn around.” 

Robb huffed. “I’m scared.” 

“Oh, then please do stay staring at that wall forever. It’ll work great for this conversation I’m sure.” Sansa reached up and threw her hair in a ponytail, realizing it might put her brother more at ease than the frizzy, wild mess it probably was from Theon’s hands pulling through it. 

It took only a second after Robb had turned for the embarrassment to seemingly meld into a sort of anger. “How long has this been going on?” he asked. “And behind my back. My best friend and my sister, I can’t—”

“About three months,” Theon answered in an attempt to end the rambling. 

Sansa remembered it fondly. She’d had a shit day at work, and she had gone to the bar in hopes that a drink might ease the pain a bit. Theon was working, and he was always good for a playful smile and light joke that made the heaviness of life wash away. He was good like that. 

He was also good at kissing his way down her jaw in the back room, hoisting her leg up as she was pushed into a shelving unit holding liquor bottles, and whispering sweet things that made her unwind. And after that, well, she hadn’t really wanted to stop. 

Sansa liked sleeping with Theon, but she also liked the after when they laid on his couch and he ordered pizza. Or the before when their foreplay ended up mostly being them arguing over some movie or book until they were almost yelling, and it was so easy to kiss his red lips to shut him up. 

“So this is what?” Robb asked, eyes unsure which of them to look at. “Are you guys hooking up? I can’t believe either of you. I don’t know who I’m more confused by.” 

“Don’t be mad,” Sansa said as she moved forward, but then Theon’s hand was on her arm, and she looked over to see him have a serious look on his face. Those were sort of rare. 

He stepped in front of her and toward Robb. “I know this might be like, too feely and shit, but I like your sister. I don’t know why the hell she puts up with me, but I’m not trying to fuck with her. This is real for me, and i’m just here trying not to fuck it up for as long as she lets me.” 

Robb blinked. He turned to Sansa. “And you?” 

“I also do not know why I put up with him,” she said through a smile, shaking her head. “He just tried to have a heart to heart with you by saying too feely and shit. But I have no intention of fucking with him, or letting him go anywhere for that matter.” 

Theon turned and his smile was wide, reaching all the way to his eyes. He moved forward and kissed her lips, and she sank into the feeling. Theon Greyjoy. What a surprise that was. 

Robb cleared his throat, and they broke apart. 

“I still kinda hate this,” he said as he waved his hand toward the pair of them, “but I give my blessing. Now, one of you pick up that takeout, and I get to pick a movie because of the emotional distress I’ve been put through, and—”

“He’s such a whiner,” Sansa whispered to Theon. He turned and kissed the crown of her head. 

“You like me,” he teased. 

She rolled her eyes. “Unfortunately.” But she reached up and pecked his lips anyways.