"She is not our mother." The little boy with auburn hair almost snarls, much like his father's dire wolf, as he says whats on his mind. A cross pout over his face and a glare that matches the cold of Winter. He sits on his Fathers lap and refuses to draw his eyes away from the woman holding his baby sister. The handmaid. 'A witch', thinks the little boy. 'She simply must be, our mother may be gone but she is still our mother.'
The Lord of Winterfell, Robb Stark, now widowed and without the council of his parents to guide him through this has to battle a raging child, a giddy toddler with more wants than needs and the feelings brought on by the woman holding his youngest. She remains completely unaware as she twirls with his baby girl tucked snugly against her.
Widowed! Robb Stark x Handmaid! Fem! Reader
(May Write an alternate mlm version because, yk I'm gay but I can write from a fem pov because I was a woman.... [any bigotry will be deleted btw cause screw that])
Main series:
1 - Moving Up in the world
2 - [To be named]
Side Stories:
Tba
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Im going to be joining artfight yet again this year (2nd year), except this time I know what I'm doing a bit better and should be able to get a few more attacks done
Feel free to add me there I still need to make oc sheets but I think they'll have to come out next year, right now my main focus is my one oc I have up 😭
I gotta make my sheet but to let everyone know, I pretty much do any type of character I have a preference for human/humanoids but Im willing to try anything!!
I hope I can land on the winning team this year, I think Tragedy has the most artistic of the themes (like the way tragedy is depicted in art is always so beautiful)
Warnings: Canon Divergence, No war AU, NO RED WEDDING DUH, his parents are alive; just decided to take a break off to Riverrun and let Robb take over because.. its my story here stfu >:c (im sorry I love and appreciate you.)
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I've been at this for years. Years of working in the castle of Winterfell. I've been here since I was just a girl. Working in the kitchens, cleaning the halls, repairing whats broken.
After the Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn left Winterfell in the hands of their eldest, a lot of changes appeared to be happening and quickly. First the new Lady was whisked into the cold lifestyle. I would catch her every now and again, she was never unkind. Sadly the same could not be said about fate, hers sealed upon the birth of her second child. The once warm laughter filled halls I've known for all my days seemed to lose their colour, the heart of Winterfell dying with its reigning Lady. I have seemingly gone completely unnoticed until recently.
The young Lady Stark requires a handmaid to be by her side and for whatever reason, thank the gods old or new, I was chosen as her new maid. She is only 3 years of age but the sweet girl has seemingly never felt the cold of Winter.
Unlike her father and elder brother, only 2 years her senior. Both withdrew and never appear to the staff of the castle unless their is some shock horror scene before someone. Often a wild horse kick thrown at an unsuspecting stable boy.
My uniform is worn and patched together after years of work, we are less fortunate back in White Harbor. I am all that remains. Or what remains of my father's children, he is still going luckily. He is what brought me here, nearly begged the Stark family to accept me as an employee after my mother, elder brothers and younger sister all passed far too soon in a matter of weeks. He feared he would not be able to stand losing another child so soon and I make sure to visit him everytime the snow eases up and my schedule allows it.
The Starks have never been cruel and even allowed me and a few other children to gain an education, I'm no genius but I'm certainly no fool either. I can read, write and I'm naturally inclined to horse riding. I still remember the shock on the face of the Greyjoy boy when he bet he was a better rider and I upstaged him on my first try. I don't have many chances to do so but Theon, as I've come to regard him as a friend, allows me a horse he swears isnt one he stole from some random pen.
Speaking of.. that boy should be returning soon. He left to his homeland and from the letters he sent, he's not too happy with his biological father. Much to nobody's surprise. Or to the people who care for him. Despite his flicker of betrayal he stayed loyal to the North when the Iron Islands rehected him. I cannot fault him for it.
My feet pick up the pace as I make my way to my little Lady's chambers. Snow falls gently into the courtyard and whispers of Lady Arya returning from her own journeys line the halls. I cannot find it in myself to care much when I have my thrilling new job title of 'Young Lady Stark's handmaid'. Ooooh! I'm so excited.
I never got to interact with my younger sister due to her being lost before even leaving the womb, at least she had mother holding her hand on the way, so I will take this as my closest shot to it. I've never been a brilliant archer like the Iron princeling but I'm certainly going to try.
I would also probably see her as the closest I can get to a child of my own, not out loud. Gods forbid, that would be horrendously disrespectful to my late Lady and Lord Stark would surely be furious. However, since I am no highborn lady nor catch the attention of many men, even if it is because I choose to labour over sitting idly by, I am not likely to encounter children of my own. A secret for me to hold close to my heart, maybe I will understand how mother felt when she was around to see us stumble and play.
I turn the corner to the door of her chambers and knock twice. A brief groan sounds from behind the thick door before changing into a light giggle.
I take that as my cue.
"Hello, Lady Elayna." I step inside, the door shuts behind me with a light click, and I move to the center of the room to greet her properly. "I am Y/n, you're handmaid. I'm here to help with anything you need, just say the word."
I'm not completely sure she understood what I said as her jaw seems to drop, her face a complete replica of her fathers features. Well, if memory serves that is. I have not seen Lord Stark since he was just Robb Stark, the Young Wolf, the heir to Winterfell but I do remember striking blue eyes and the shimmery auburn hair. Whoever looked after her before today has done an excellent job, her hair is fantasticly well taken care of (aside from its current messiness from sleep), I wonder why they stepped down..
She is quiet for a second, I brace myself for some sort of judgement. It never comes, however, the young lady does come bouncing over to me. Launching herself into my arms.
"Hello!" She grins up at me. Her hair looking somewhat like a birds nest and freckles scattered along her cheeks. A face so bright it'd melt the long winters of the North. Something clings to the back of her eyes though, a familiar cold I know well.
"Will you be my friend?"
"Of course, my lady"
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Bonding with the little one was quick. She had so much to say, I barely kept pace as I prepared her for the day. He luxurious cloak drapes over her shoulders but is oddly too big for her. Like whoever made it wasn't really paying attention to her. I suppose a lot like her father from what she's babbling about.
"I want to go out with papa but he's never around, Lucian is! Sometimes! He's my brother-"
"I know, my lady."
"I like him a lot, he takes good care of me. Papa doesn't see us much. He eats with us sometimes. Not much. Would you eat with us?"
"If I were to be there permitted, then yes, of course my lady."
"You can!"
How I felt after writing "Fixing whats broken" in the first paragraph without realising that I unintentionally wrote the plot of the fic right then and there:
"I- I don't think that is something you can do, little one." I cant help the chuckle that escapes me as her head tilts like a confused pup. She's going to be a lot of fun, I can already tell.
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Just meant to be a set up chapter to see if I can write again, not as long as I wanted but had to get it out before i started to hate it randomly and never post again 💔
Hey so I've talked about this before on my main, but now I want to bring it up here. My father is being a dick to my mother. I want to get out of here but I cant financially right now.
He painted the house without telling her, then made it about how much "tidying" he did. [He didn't really, he made equal mess and then spent loads of money] Then has been going on at her for the past hour since she got home from a holiday she fully saved for and paid for saying things like "Well You bought that holiday."
A holiday doesnt mean to paint the house without your wifes input.
I was under the impression that he told her but clearly not.
I hate this man for a number of reasons but thats a whole other can of worms. [He held a knife to barely 6 year old me's wrist because he thought I'd stolen a strip of chocolate (I KNOW I DIDN'T TO THIS DAY) among other awful things]
Shit so bad I put my noise cancelling headphones on in my house which I never do because I mostly feel okay to not do it.
ANYWAY HE FINANCIALLY CONTROLS US AND USES FEAR TO KEEP US FEELING SMALL, HE CONSTANTLY BELITTLES MY MOTHER (WHO IS SMARTER THAN HIM), ME AND MY BABY SISTER
Hey so I've talked about this before on my main, but now I want to bring it up here. My father is being a dick to my mother. I want to get out of here but I cant financially right now.
He painted the house without telling her, then made it about how much "tidying" he did. [He didn't really, he made equal mess and then spent loads of money] Then has been going on at her for the past hour since she got home from a holiday she fully saved for and paid for saying things like "Well You bought that holiday."
A holiday doesnt mean to paint the house without your wifes input.
I was under the impression that he told her but clearly not.
I hate this man for a number of reasons but thats a whole other can of worms. [He held a knife to barely 6 year old me's wrist because he thought I'd stolen a strip of chocolate (I KNOW I DIDN'T TO THIS DAY) among other awful things]
Damn Im actually REALLY enjoying writing the first chapter of this fic. Its been a long time since I've written something multi chapter and if im enjoying the first chapt this much, it bodes well.
What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
Widowed! Robb Stark having to explain to his young Son why his sister keeps calling her new handmaid "mother".
"We already have a mother!" The little boy insists.
"I know my boy, bu-"
But the little one was not having any of it. Convinced only a vile, evil and ugly witch could cause such disharmony in his house. Although even the boy had to admit she was too lovely to be called ugly, BUT THE OTHER 2 MUST SURELY BE TRUE.
"NO NO NO NO- SHES A WITCH"
And thus ensues a chaotic period of time where the handmaid has to deal with a lovely little girl, a mourning father whos beginning to dote on her and a furious ball of confused known as the little lord Stark.
[Kinda want to write a series on this but idk if anyone would want it.]
Widowed! Robb Stark having to explain to his young Son why his sister keeps calling her new handmaid "mother".
"We already have a mother!" The little boy insists.
"I know my boy, bu-"
But the little one was not having any of it. Convinced only a vile, evil and ugly witch could cause such disharmony in his house. Although even the boy had to admit she was too lovely to be called ugly, BUT THE OTHER 2 MUST SURELY BE TRUE.
"NO NO NO NO- SHES A WITCH"
And thus ensues a chaotic period of time where the handmaid has to deal with a lovely little girl, a mourning father whos beginning to dote on her and a furious ball of confusion known as the little lord Stark.
[Kinda want to write a series on this but idk if anyone would want it.]
In a bit [2 months or so] I'm likely going to be struggling to find a job/income. I want to get ahead of that by once again promoting my commissions.
So below the cut will be a variety of my art and below this text will be a link to my Vgen Page where my commissions are open! Sending a bit of love to either this post or my Vgen would be greatly appreciated, a follow, a like, a reblog, a share! Just any little help because I personally dont want to be homeless and would love the option of escaping my father before anything bad happens to me
BABE WAKE UP NEW BORDERLANDS FANART JUST DROPPED!!
Below the cut!
2023 vs 2026 art below, I adore my art style and how I've found what I like now
Vgen - Show me some love here (commissions are open)
Starting off strong with my art from 3 years ago! She is looking ROUGH.
Then the progress pics and screenshots!
And finally, our girl! One of my favourite sirens!! Honestly getting back to writing borderlands fanfic AND drawinf borderlands stuff feels so freeing. My other fandoms feel so unfun at times because people gotta ruin it but with borderlands I dont think it really can be ruined for me cause it saved me from the worst chunk of depression I ever dealt with.
Its a big source of inspiration for everything I do and I'm so thankful I found it when I did. I gotta draw Handsome Jack next because you KNOW my fav character needs more appreciation from me.
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