the young wolf

robb stark, phd. twenty-six, winterfell manor. in a relationship with miss margaery tyrell. family means everything to me and i promise you i will do anything in my power to protect them.

[darlingofthedailyplanet]

When your muse misses another, but you don’t want to bug their mun.

When you miss certain threads, but don’t want to bug the other mun.

When you feel like you’re always bugging another mun…

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[thelittleqveen]

I knew you were trouble//Modern AU, Robb & Margaery

[thelittleqveen]

"Is Robb Stark afraid of a seventeen, naive, little me? And i’m not a Harvard student yet, maybe you can keep up. I don’t think you can but i’ll let you try if you want to.” Margaery smirked at him, “I’m nothing like your sister, even if she’s one of my best friends.”

"The night is young Robb, and you are not going to bed as i can see. You told me we were having a sleep over. And i’m not tired." It was true, and for the sake of having some fun with him, Margaery could be up for at least one or two hours more. "Everyone is already sleep, this sleepover will be our little secret." She winked at him, and grinned.

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"I'll go to bed then, too, if that'll make you feel better. Will that convince you?" She was smirking at him, looking as if she'd just won the lottery. This girl thought she was so clever... "You look exhausted, Margaery. I'll be the first one to admit that I'm tired." He forced a yawn, but that only made her laugh. Was he that bad of an actor?

He sighed and ran his fingers through his messy hair. "What do you propose, then?" What did I rope myself into? Some fucking sleepover... She's Sansa's friend, not mine!

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Can You Keep a Secret? || Robb/Margaery

[thelittleqveen]

Her powers were flowing non-stop, and she wasn’t able to control them anymore. Margaery could feel how Robb’s skin was trying to make the shock go away but he wasn’t letting go of her hand. She needed to release it as soon as she could, it was hurting both of them but Robb wasn’t going to survive if one of her energy blasts touched his skin.

"I’m sorry, i’m so sorry." Her hands were still fists, she looked at him once more before turning to look at a spot on the ground where there was nothing more that grass. "Don’t look at me or at the rays my hands are going to release. And don’t touch me, even if i scream of pain or if my legs can’t hold me. I’ll be fine, but it could kill you." She pointed her hands at that spot she chose and directed her hands to it. Each hand released a blast, dark blue rays of energy flowed non-stop. After minutes that felt like hours, her legs werent’ able to hold her anymore. She sunk to her knees, as her energy returned to its peaceful state. Her eyes were closed and she felt dizzy, unable to speak, only feeling how Robb was getting closer every second.

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"Margaery, it's fine, don't apologize." Even as he said this, he was backing away from her, clutching his wounded hand to his chest. He would let her do what she had to do; there was no other option. She had to let it all out, and then... They'd figure things out later. Right now, there wasn't enough time to be patient or rational about this. If she held it in, it could kill her.

He shut his eyes and turned away, and it took all of his energy and willpower not to rush over to her as she was screaming and sobbing for him. Finally, her screaming stopped and he heard her release a deep breath. He ran over to her and scooped up her limp form until she was lying in his lap.

"Margaery, babe," he whispered, brushing her damp hair from her forehead, "can you hear me? Are you okay?" Please say you're okay...

[thelittleqveen]

One More Night | Robb & Margaery

[thelittleqveen]

"Oh please, like you don’t stare when that fucking assistant of yours comes with a cleavage lower than her fucking waist." Margaery turned quickly to face him, crossing her arms on her chest. "And i don’t want to drink if i’ll look like you after, or maybe i should if that makes forget to come home and take care of every mess you make." She pointed at the shattered pieces of the beer bottle.

"I don’t have bitchy friends, not even your sister comes here. Your mother calls just to here me say that you are not home, and i need to lie when you are away drinking until you lose every sense and Jon drags to the bathroom while i pretend to sleep to make you threw up everything that is in your stomach." She shook her head, while an angry laugh scapped her lips. "It’s funny though, you have more fun been married than when you were single. It’s the other way around for me."

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"I don't fucking stare at Jeyne," he growled. He barely even thought of her; if anything, Margaery seemed to think about his assistant more than he did, if she was hung up on the thought of Robb fucking her. "I'd never touch another woman, you know that. So stop being so godsdamn paranoid."

He snarled, his fists clenching at his sides. He was shaking with fury now, and it wouldn't be long before he knocked something else to the ground. "If you're having such a bloody miserable time, then leave me! Go ahead and fucking divorce me! We'll both be happier that way!" He threw a punch at the wall, and his knuckles came away red and bloody.

"I know you're only with me because your family likes how I'm a rich fucking doctor. How about you tell them the truth, that I'm a drunken asshole who makes you hate your life, huh?" He punched the wall again, with the other hand, this time. "But gods forbid Margaery fucking Tyrell doesn't have a perfect, Hollywood romance, with a perfect job and perfect house and perfect life!"

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Game of Thrones

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The motives wasn’t hard on her to grasp, their sudden alliance was harder, but she had decided to trust him — a Stark, when her family was allied with the Lannisters. Sansa, if it wasn’t for our friendship, but her trail of thought was cut short at the sound of stone against stone, and the siege seemed real to her in that moment.

But she was no warrior, this was a situation where she had to trust him — a man she had just met, and with her life. “I will,” she said, her breath coarse from running, but she would have to endure the unladylike pace they kept.

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Margaery was lagging behind, panting harshly behind him, and when he turned around, he could see that her cheeks were stained with tears. He stopped and waited for her, then knelt in front of her. She was demanded what he was doing, but he tore her skirts without a word. He ripped at the fabric until she was bare from the knees down, and held up the material for her to take.

"You'll be much faster this way. You ladies dress rather impractically." He smirked up at her, and gave her a quick wink.

[starkmatriarch]

Catelyn was startled for a moment when her son sat down before her so abruptly, his attitude and expression so changed, so serious, so….solemn.

"You look just like your Father when you do that," She told him, after a moment’s silence. The way he held himself, his voice, the serious expression; it was all Ned, andd despite Robb having her auburn hair, her blue eyes, she could see nothing but Ned’s son before her. All Stark, the Tully for the moment out of view. "Robb," She began, reaching out to take one of his hands in both of hers. She held it tightly between her palms, her touch warming, as she looked at him.

"Robb," She said again, "I have so many questions. Questions I have asked myself every single night you’ve been gone. But the problem with so many questions is not knowing which you want to ask first and which you need to ask first” She sighed, part of her grateful for the security of a public venue, and another part yearning for privacy, for home.

"I need to know," She told him, "That night…the night when those officers came to my door and told me I had lost my son,…where were you then? Had you already gone? Were you watching? Did you plan it all? What happened that night?"

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His mother's gaze looked faraway and distant, and Robb knew that she was not looking at him, not truly. She was looking through him, as if the answers lay somewhere inside of him, as if she could see that if she tried hard enough. He squeezed her hands in return tightly, her small, frail hands...

He took a deep breath and exhaled, letting his shoulders slump. For once, he was able to talk about this freely, without having to worry about the Freys or Lannisters or Boltons hearing. They were dead, buried six feet under, where they couldn't hurt him or his family anymore.

"That night the officers saw you... I was shot, Mom. You have to understand that. I didn't just run out on you guys. I would never do that. I was bleeding onto the pavement, and I would have been dead if Greatjon hadn't found me in time.

"He and some others patched me up, gave me a plane ticket to Braavos, and told me to get the hell out of there. I didn't question it; I couldn't. I knew that you and the family would be killed if they didn't believe I was dead."

His breathing was shaky and he was crying once more. He covered his face with his hands, not wanting his mother to see him cry. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm so, so sorry..."

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Robb groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and arching his back, wanting to drive himself as deep into Roslin as he could. "As you wish," he panted, meeting her thrusts with sloppy ones of his own. His toes curled into the bedsheets as his orgasm shuddered through him; he called out her name and a string of curse words, trembling from the high.

She followed suit, crying out his name, her perfect, plump mouth hanging open in a silent gasp. She collapsed on top of him, her hair draped across his chest. He stroked her back and arms and thighs, while pressing kisses all over her face and shoulders.

"Gods, you're amazing." He kissed her neck. "I love you, Roslin."

[thelittleqveen]

One More Night | Robb & Margaery

[thelittleqveen]

"What are you implying with that? Jon is just another of your fucking friends who is too stupid and follows you around like a puppy. I don’t like him more or less than Theon, though that was is as smart as the cockroach i stepped on yesterday." Margaery watched him go to the kitchen to start drinking again and followed him.

"I was waiting for you because i’m a good, naive wife who still believe you are worthy of my fucking time." She spat, resting her back against a wall. "Can you at least stop drinking? If this is just another of your period-like moods, you have another week of sleeping on the couch and don’t you excuse yourself with that. I know you were too busy to were kind enough to check it.” She sighed angry and started making her way to their her bedroom.

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"Don't talk about Jon and Theon that way," he slurred, pointing an accusing finger at her. "You know how much they mean to me." They'd been his best friends since he was a baby, and without them, he would have gone insane awhile ago. "I don't say anything about your bitchy friends," he hiccuped, before taking another swig of beer.

"I'll stop drinking when I feel like it," he shot back after finishing the bottle. "You should try it one time. Maybe it'll fucking loosen you up for once." He was expecting a slap from her for that, but instead she stayed silent, fuming and glaring at him.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Too busy? What, you think I was fucking some other girl?" He threw the bottle at the wall in rage, watching as it shattered on the floor into a million pieces. "Call me a drunk or a jerk or an asshole, I don't care, but don't call me a cheater."

[hiems-illa]

"I miss you so much, my heart bleeds when I think of you."

Immediately, Sansa felt her heart jerk in response, and she was reduced, as she was during most nights, to awkward crying, while her hands attempted to either stop the tears or push them back into her eyes, where the sadness could reside. Her life in King’s Landing had been anything but satisfactory thus far, and all she had wanted was family; she was desperate for the sounds of laughter from the boys of the house, from her mother’s gentle chiding, and even Arya’s stupid laughter.

Anything that sounded like Robb, Jon, Bran, Rickon, Arya, or her parents would send her into tears. Sansa heard the words on parchment perfectly in her head, but found no strength to write back.

She missed him more than she would ever be able to put into words.

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Robb had sent her a letter with one sentence on her, but that had been almost a moon ago. He hadn't heard back from her, and was starting to get worried. Usually, she responded as soon as she was able to, and he'd get a raven back by the end of the week. He hadn't said much in the letter, he knew, but he'd hoped that she felt the same. He missed her, and it hurt to think that she would not even write him back.

Sansa, please. I miss you. I wish I could hear your voice. I dream about you and Arya and the others all the time.

He sent that raven, and impatiently awaited a response.

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"Who’d have guessed ye could pull such a face?"

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"I have no idea what you're talking about."

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He groaned, and his grin was one of a wolf. "Yes, Your Grace," he purred, spreading her legs further to accommodate him. His other hand reached up and cupped her breast, kneading insistently and pinching the nipple. With each breathy sigh and moan, he felt his cock twitch, and it didn't take much longer to get him hard again. Roslin had come twice already, and was halfway to her third orgasm by the time he rolled them over and slid inside of her.

"My only work," he echoed, musing. "I wouldn't mind that. What if I gave up kingship, hmm? All I would do, all day long, would be pleasing my little minx of a wife." She giggled at that, and tipped her head back as he nipped at her neck. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Fuck the kingdom." He grinned roguishly, before capturing her lips in a deep kiss, parting her lips with his tongue.

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It was painful to think of anyone else being in her place. She knew there were plenty of women who would have been willing to jump into her spot. Robb was still young. He was handsome. Women tended to flock toward power.  If she were to pass, they would have all come out of the woodwork. She was quite surprised more women didn’t already try and get a bastard from him.  She would have been rather angry if actually took another in passing.  She knew it wasn’t uncommon but she did not share. 

"What if I can never give you a heir because of this,"she confessed, the words escaping her. That was what she feared more than anything. She had one job and she was as good as dead if she couldn’t. This was what people wanted from them - an abundance of little Starks surrounding them.  His hand trailing down her arm helped but it did not ease the thoughts that even if she healed she would be destroyed forever.  She did not want to worry him but she did not lie to him ever.

Sleep was going to be hard with all these thoughts even if she was in agony. She wasn’t sure how she could sleep even with him there. “I’m afraid to fall asleep,” she told him softly. “What if things get worse?”

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"We'll figure something out," he whispered, cupping the back of her head and kissing her cheek. "Do not worry about that, my love." She would give him strong pups, boys and girls alike, he knew. She would heal and bounce back from this, just like she always did; his Roslin was brave and courageous. 

"Don't be afraid, darling. I'm right here." He kissed her cheek again, then pressed his lips to hers. "I won't leave you. Just close your eyes. I'll wake you up if anything happens." He would not move from this spot, not until she was awake once more, and even then, he was reluctant to leave. He just got his wife back, and he did not want to leave her.

[thelittleqveen]

I knew you were trouble//Modern AU, Robb & Margaery

[thelittleqveen]

She sat next to him, her legs slightly brushing his. “I didn’t move, it was this or the clothes i was wearing. Skirts are rather unconfortable for sleeping.” Margaery scrunched her nose a little bit, and giggled. “I like it, my brother Garlan makes me watch it with him every weekend he spends with us.”

"Oh, what? You want me to have a sleepover with you?" She turned to face him, "Are you sure you are able to handle me, darling?" She smirked, slowly crossing her legs. "I’m quite challenging." She giggled, before turning to watch the show again.

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"I don't think I could keep up with a Harvard law student," he agreed, clucking his tongue. Margaery was a little spitfire, besides, even quicker and wittier than Arya. Don't call me 'darling', either, Tyrell. She was very pretty, sure, but she was a good three years younger than him, if not more, and in high school. If she was getting any ideas, well... It wouldn't end well for her.

They watched the next two episodes in relative silence, and as the credits rolled and the marathon ended, Robb turned to the brunette. "You should go to bed now. It's really late."

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With a slightly unsatisfied look she furrowed her brows — her question had been directed towards why Robb Stark needed her, when she knew nothing more than what was being whispered. “Sansa was here for a long time,” but she had disappeared so quickly, and all she could do was to guess. “And Arya has been gone for a long time,” she said, looking down and away from his gaze that felt like she was stripped naked in front of him. 

"I’m afraid that I know no more than what is being whispered — and it’s no more than guesses. I’m sorry."

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His nostrils flared at that. This was just another dissatisfying quest; he'd known that from the beginning, yet he'd continued on with it anyway. Sansa and Arya were lost to him now. He couldn't accept that thought, though, would never be able to. He would keep on looking for them until his dying breath.

"You'll have to share those whispers with me after. For now, we have to go." Time was running short, and it wouldn't be long before the queen would hear word of Robb Stark in the Red Keep. He tugged on Margaery's hand, and the two of them sprinted out of the castle.

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"Robb?"

"Lady Megara?"

"What are you doing here?"

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"I wanted to see you." she replied. "Why else would I be here?"

[robbstarkphd-blog]

"I haven't seen you in years." Why had she decided to show up at Winterfell? There must have been something more behind it, and it frustrated him that she wasn't telling him.