#askbox threads

[wolveshonor]

Would you put a shirt on already? You’re going to burn my burgers.

“They’re not going to burn,” Robb mumbled, barely looking at the burgers as he flipped each one. His eyes were on his fiance; across the yard, Talisa was busy discussing something (probably sinister) with Arya, and Robb’s heart skipped a beat each time he saw them smile at one another. His mother might not be pleased, but everyone else had taken so easily to the love of his life. 

Robb put two patties between a bun, placed a slice of cheese on it, and shoved it into Sansa’s chest without looking at her. 

[wolveshonor]

Settles in his lap. Who needs to sit the Iron Throne when you can sit on the knee of the King in the North?

Cute Bear-Smol || @keepfcith

Robb had been half asleep, leaning into his hand and trying to stay awake long enough for the room to clear out after the meeting of his lords, when suddenly a pressure on his knee made him blink his way back to attention. The hall had cleared, leaving only Lyanna Mormont. Robb smiled blearily. This war had taken everything from him–his siblings, his mother, his wife, his child–but since returning to these empty, haunted halls of Winterfell, he had found family in the misfit group that had survived, and none quite so much as Lyanna. He may never be a father himself now, but he imagined being one felt a bit like this.

“You need to sleep,” he reprimanded, hypocritically, looking at the equally tired state of the girl. “There is nothing you need to do tonight that a good night’s sleep can’t fix for tomorrow. And that’s an order.” He smiled then, unable to help it. “But take this first.” He reached out to grab a piece of the lemon cake Sansa had baked. Robb hadn’t had much of an appetite lately. Still, he had grown up in this very place, sneaking extra slices to his sister, and he had imagined one day his own children would eat the same in this place. 

As they shared the last slice, Robb thought perhaps this was as close as he would get–and perhaps that was good enough. 

[wolveshonor]

*hands Robb a box of condoms and a t-shirt with the words 'i love my brother'. Definitely not intended to be used together.* Happy Christmas, Robb. ❤️

Christmas 2017 @watcherandshield

Robb raised an eyebrow at the box of condoms then quickly shoved them back into the bag as his mother came into the room, mumbling about place settings. When she’d left again, Robb laughed and pulled Jon into a hug. For the rest of the day, he wore the t-shirt on top of his Christmas sweater, assuring Rickon (@thelostwildwolf ), when the young boy crawled into his lap and tried to read the words, that it of course meant him too. 

Once the kids had finished opening their presents and ran off to play, Robb came over and took the seat next to Jon, handing him a full cup of spiked eggnog and a present: a poorly (self)knitted Stark sweater that matched the rest of the children’s (because his mother would not make Jon one) and a small container of black nail-polish. 

[wolveshonor]

“What? No, it was just a small wound. It-it wasn’t magic. Magic doesn’t exist.” (Talisa is totally a witch)

Witchy Woman @northernwarrioress

It had not been ‘just a small wound.’ When Robb had sliced his hand on a butcher’s knife while making Talisa dinner and she’d rushed over to help him bandage it, there had been enough blood to confuse it for the tomato sauce he’d been preparing. She had wrapped up his hand tight, and while Robb knew her to be a talented doctor, there was no skill in the world that could have made it disappear by the time he’d unwrapped the bandages to check on it an hour after they’d eaten. 

Sitting on the couch, the movie paused between them, Robb raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend, looking between her and the clear, cutless–scarless–skin on his hand. “I knew magic was real the second I met you,” he said simply. “If you can heal flesh as well as enchant hearts, I’d hardly be surprised.” His eyebrows narrowed at the worried look on her face, and he quickly became serious. “I love you,” he told her. “No matter what. That includes…” He turned his hand over and back again. “Whatever this is.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips nervously. He looked at the TV, thinking of what his father had said about the dangers of revealing their kind, but he trusted Talisa more than anyone in the world. “If magic didn’t exist, I could not be a werewolf.” He looked back at her, quirking his head to the side. “Surely whatever you can do isn’t stranger than that.”

[wolveshonor]

" robb i love you. just a friendly reminder. also kraken got shotgun instead of you sorry. "

Random Shenanigans from @greyenvy

The smile that had spread across Robb’s face as he answered his boyfriend’s call was gone as quickly as it had come. Of course the cat had gotten shotgun over him. He always did. Pouting, he hung up and met Theon out front, getting into the backseat instead while he glared at the animal in front. “This is getting out of hand,” he complained. “He didn’t even call it. You have to be able to say shotgun to get shotgun.”

[wolveshonor]

Heather: "Taking Karstark's head was rash... though I would have done the same thing. He had no right taking his anger out on those boys... Only repeating what Theon had done--" She cleared her threat, "What can I do to help? The Blackfish has already gone after his men to try and bring back as many as possible, though I doubt many will come back."

Random Things from Sims @northernwarrioress

Robb’s hands clenched over the arms of his seat. It was no throne, just a wooden chair in the hall of Riverrun, but as the days stretched on, Robb began to doubt he would ever make it back to Winterfell to take his father’s seat. Not that he had been thinking about ruling when the war was over much at all; all he thought about was here and now: how to keep his men together, how to keep them from abandoning him, how to reach his sisters and end all this bloodshed. How to end every conversation so that he might return to his wife’s side and forget the rest. 

Only–for the first time since they’d met, he did not want to see Talisa, did not want to face her like this. He had defied her, defied everyone and Karstark’s death felt heavier on his head than any crown. Robb’s hands were clean–he had scrubbed them again and again and yet he could still feel it, feel the weight of the sword in his palm. Heather was speaking, he knew that, but he was hardly listening–at least until she mentioned Theon. Until she mentioned the boys. Why did she have to remind him of that now? As if he was not already consumed with the thought, imagining them both as dead and still as the Lannister children: Rickon and Bran with blank eyes and bodies growing cold.

A lump settled heavy in his throat. “Thank you for your words of reassurance,” he said dryly. He doubted it too, but the reminder felt cold all the same. 

He rose from his seat, grabbed the horn of wine in the corner and filled a goblet, taking a large gulp. “Rally the men we still have. Speak with them. Remind them why they are fighting. That a Northern man is still worth ten Southerners.” There was sure to be doubt amongst his ranks now, but he could not afford to lose any more. “They need to hear confidence. Strength. They need to believe in our cause.” And right now, they do not need to hear it from me. 

[wolveshonor]

She saw some other little girls climbing on their fathers' backs and riding them like a horse. And so now she's climbing up Robb's back, tiny arms wrapping around his neck. "Y'er my pony now."

Tiny hands wrapped around his neck from behind, but even had there been another little girl staying in Winterfell with whom Robb might have confused her, the powerful grip left him with no doubt of who it was: the strong leader of her people and yet still a child at heart. “Oh am I?” he asked, grinning amusedly. “And where are we going exactly?” He was glad to see that she was finally loosening up, agreeing to have fun once and a while instead of always helping him to glower at the maps and war plans. 

[wolveshonor]

"So who do I get ta shoot?"

Thank You For Fulfilling My Weakness that is GOTG || @aintnothanglikeme

“You can shoot anyone who shoots at you first,” Robb said sternly, looking down at the strange talking animal that he was quickly learning was as trigger happy as he was eager to get paid. “And Joffrey. Though I doubt he’ll show his face. We’re going to get in and get my sisters, but we’ll do it with as little death as possible.”