Robb tries to kiss her without his beard and she's so weirded out by it, she instinctively pulls away when he goes in for a second kiss which just makes Robb a dramatic edgelord
Blossom: it just feels like cheating. I don't think we should share a bed either.
Robb, about to crash out in a way that will make his dad ask to legitimize Jon so he can give him Winterfell and not have to deal with him: Oh?
THIS OMG DARLING-
This is exactly how it should go YES! 😂🩷 Oh I am having so much fun with this, thank youuuu! 🩷
Because like, Cat made Robb and Theon and Jon shave their beards for the arrival of the king right? And I feel like Robb thought it wasn't important so he didn't tell Blossom, SO HE JUST SHOWED UP WITHOUT A BEARD????
So Blossom will definitely be weirded out because she's never seen him without a beard or kissed him without a beard😂 Meanwhile Robb is like,
"You kept whining about it—"
"How dare you? I do not whine, I've never whined in my entire life!"
"Oh my skin is too sensitive, your beard is—"
"I do not sound like that!"
"Yes you do."
"I just feel like I betray my husband when I kiss you."
"I am your husband!"
"My husband has a beard."
"It'll grow back."
"So you claim."
"What, you don't believe me?"
"You look like a Reach knight who somehow got a Northern accent—"
"Take that back!"
"And I know that they lie a lot to ladies, so no, I cannot make myself believe you when you don't have your beard."
Just saw a tik tok of a gender reveal and the father of the baby is color blind so when it showed the pink color, he saw blue and was all happy saying that they were going to have a baby boy until the baby mama said it was a girl and honestly all that I could think was this happening with tyson lol
My first thought was “omg poor Tyson” because I could see this happening (i’m also doing it HC which I have never done before so hope this is alright)
dialogue is in italics
you and Tyson were so excited to be having your first child together
everyone told you to do a gender reveal because that’s #trendy so you figured why not
you ordered a cake that was dyed with blue or pink food coloring inside because you weren’t about to do anything that would harm the environment (no ‘gender reveal engulfs city in flames’ headline for you)
so the time comes to finally cut open the cake
you do that cute picture where you’re both holding the knife
you cut into it and it's pink !
a little girl !
you both start screaming because you were excited even though you would have been just as excited if it were a boy
Tyson, however, is color blind
we’re having a boy! he starts screaming, everyone around you is wicked confused
Tyson, what color do you see?
it’s blue, babe.
you start laughing because it was that moment when it clicked with everyone that Tyson can’t see the color pink and has no idea that you’re having a girl, not a boy
no, it’s pink, you tell him, Tys, we’re having a girl
ik everyone is like “gird dad robb” but here me out. boy dad robb. he just has a litter of sons he can throw around. they literally wrestle like animals in the training ground dirt pit, giggling and all that. then they have to face the wrath of blossom after they come inside covered in absolute filth.
blossom just staring at the destroyed entry rug:
👁️👄👁️
I AM GIGGLING OMG I NEEEEEED🩷
This is such a good idea my love! 🩷 Omg the mental image, it's adorable asdfghjkl😂 Especially like, thinking about how prim and proper Blossom is, and I know, I just knowwwww that those boys would be impossible to control, always getting in trouble 😂 And Robb loves it 😂
They would all come inside covered in mud and dirt and such, and Blossom would be like,
"We have guests arriving in less than an hour! Have you all lost your minds?!"
"We were trying to see who's stronger—"
"By wrestling in the mud?! Did you even— you know what? Go take a bath, and then all of you are grounded."
"We cannot be grounded mother, the guests are arriving in less than an hour."
"Fine. You'll greet them, and then... no horseriding."
"We have to go horseriding with the guests though."
"Aye, it'd be rude otherwise."
"You wouldn't want the guests to think we're bad hosts, surely. Father agrees."
"I don't. Do as your mother says, boys."
"But father—"
"Your father cannot help you now. No Wintertown."
"But if the guests—"
"I'll think of something! Go clean up, now!"
"Fine, fine..."
"Robb?"
"Yes my beautiful lady wife?"
"It's almost adorable how you think flattery is going to get you out of this."
I know you said Jon and Silas sleep together again the same day Silas comes to the war camp but can we get a spoiler on how that'll happen if Jon's been hearing all about Silas having sex with half of Dorne?
I WAS HOPING YOU'D ASK OMG🩷 My loveeeee, thank you so much! 🩷
We can actually get more than a spoiler🩷 We can get a drabble, I wrote it in like half an hour because I got way too inspired🩷Here's a scene from Jon and Silas in the war camp! 🩷
Jon had no idea how, but even after leading and commanding the half of northern army in various battles, he still had moments where he got tongue-tied, like now. His thoughts swirled faster than the heaviest storm in his head as he stared at the tent, then took a breath and made his way through the camp, passing by the soldiers who were in good spirits, drinking and laughing by the fire.
The recent victory of his brother still held power over the northern soldiers.
And over the southern forces if Jon had to guess, in a completely different way.
He lifted the flap of the tent and stepped in to find Silas washing his hands in the small bowl, his doublet and sword discarded on the makeshift bed, leaving him in his linen shirt and breeches. Even the sight of him was enough to make his heart climb to his throat, but he managed to keep his expression grim.
Until Silas looked over his shoulder.
He's pretty, Jon thought for perhaps the hundredth time. Prettier than any southern lord or lady, as pretty as those princes in Sansa’s ballads. Not that Jon himself believed in the seven, but since they were Silas’ gods, he figured they had made him to attract attention and envy in every room he walked into, even after days of horseriding and—
And what just took place in Robb’s tent.
“Has no one in the Reach told you that punching the king is treason?”
Silas rolled his eyes and grabbed a towel to wipe his hands.
“Look around, Snow,” he said, his voice making Jon’s heart skip a beat. “We’re all traitors in this camp.”
“This camp is full of northerners.”
“And?”
“You punched the King in the North. The only reason you’re alive is because he loves your sister, you do realize that?”
“Yeah.” Silas threw the towel aside. “He loves her so much that he dragged her to a fucking war camp.”
“He didn’t drag her,” he said. “She begged him to take her with him.”
“My sister,” Silas said with a mocking grin, “whose nursemaids had to wear silk gloves to tend to her per my father’s orders when she was a baby, who takes at least two hours to get ready each morning, who has her maids draw her a bath full of flower petals and oils every day. She begged to come to a war camp?”
Jon shrugged his shoulders. “She’s his wife,” he reminded him. “You’ve made that union happen.”
“Yes well, turned out to be a mistake,” Silas spat. “You know what I’ve been thinking? This union has been very useful to House Stark. Your brother got to marry the prettiest girl of the Reach, your army got crops and food, and Dorne will send its armies thanks to my mother’s house. Do remind me, what exactly are we getting in return?”
Of course.
There it was. The familiar southern ambition.
It never failed to surprise him or Robb. Every single southerner had it, including his good sister, and apparently including her favorite brother.
Jon crossed his arms. “You want the Reach, is that it?”
Silas’ gaze snapped up to his and he swallowed thickly, a shadow crossing his eyes.
“Don’t fucking presume to know what I want,” he grumbled, making Jon let out a dry chuckle.
“No,” he muttered. “How could I?”
A silence fell upon the tent and Silas raised his brows, then eyed him up and down with a sigh.
“War has been kind to you, hasn’t it?” he asked. “I’ve heard of your victories on the battlefield.”
The words left Jon’s mouth before he had any chance to stop them.
“Aye, and I’ve heard of yours in Dorne.”
Silas tilted his head, that perfect courtier smile of his curling his lips while Jon cursed himself in his head.
“And you’ve been living like a septon, I assume?” Silas asked. “Jon, I’ve asked you to come with. And in case you forgot, I’m quite fond of you coming when I want you to.”
A fire swept over Jon’s face and he shifted his weight, clearing his throat.
He was not doing this again.
He was not.
He couldn’t, no matter how much he wanted to. He had a war to focus on, he couldn’t afford any distractions.
Yet, that small glimmer of hope had already sparked to life deep in his chest.
“You have a lady, I've heard?” he forced himself to ask, painfully aware of how he sounded like a scorned lover, and Silas bit back a smirk.
“Oh, have you now?”
“Robb says—” He stopped himself and averted his gaze. “Matters not.”
“Seems to matter a lot.”
“Matters not to you,” Jon corrected himself and Silas hummed, taking a step towards him.
“What matters to me is the reason why you are here,” he pointed out calmly. “Why are you here?”
That was a good fucking question, why was he there?
“Silas.”
“Jon,” Silas replied, his voice silky as he took another step to stand in front of him, that playful smile playing on his lips, making Jon’s heart gallop in his chest. “Why are you here?”
No.
This was madness, and he had to control himself; he had to be smarter and walk out of the tent and forget about him and his stupid smile and his voice and that week back in Winterfell, and—
"Fuck it," Jon muttered as he grabbed Silas' shirt to yank him forward. "We're in the middle of war anyway."
With the idea that Blossom could have been betrothed to Joffrey, and if that was in the talks with Robbert. I Can definitely imagine Robbert drunkenly mentioning it near Robb. And Robb absolutely losing his shit.
OH MY GOD DARLING-
We need this in the fic, this is such a great idea! 😂🩷 You're absolutely right, Robb would be losing his shit, because like, he already hates Joffrey, and Blossom has been trying to smooth things over ever since Joffrey made the mistake of "hitting on her" in front of Robb, and Robb was ready to punch him 🩷
But Robert didn't know about that of course, so after Blossom spent the whole night uh..."assuring😏" Robb that she's in love with him and they're bound for the rest of their lives no matter what, Robert probably got drunk the next evening, talking with Ned and Robb and he clasped Robb's shoulder like,
"And how is marriage treating you, my boy? Better than it treats me, I hope!"
"It treats me well, your grace."
"I'd bet—Ned, look at that smile on his face, hm? That's what a newlywed must look like, that's how you know it'll work. Your lord father had the same look on his face after he wed your lady mother!"
"Robert, come on now..."
"What, you did! He was as restless as you are right now to go back to his lady wife whenever I dragged him to a royal hunt."
"Don't listen to him."
"Oh I am listening, father."
"The Blossom of the Reach, eh? You know, it's not just the Reach, the whole King's Landing heard about her. I'm not that skilled in matches as your father here, but I did consider betrothing her to Joffrey there. She's the famed beauty and all."
"...Oh?"
"Robb."
"My wife, gods know why she does what she does, immediately refused. And right after that, your father let me know about your betrothal, funny how fate works."
after robb and blossom have kids, he parades them around in front of her previous suitors. for someone so honorable, he is so unbelievably petty. it makes his day, showing the lords of the reach that he has permanently tied blossom to him for the rest of their lives.
i also think robb tells his kids that the lords of the reach will try to steal their mom away when they visit, so the poor dudes also have little toddlers beating at their legs for “trying to take their mom” while robb is just being smug in the corner.
it’s a wonder how blossom doesn’t go grey by the team she hits 30.
I AM LAUGHING OMG😂
This is hilarious my love😂
He would definitely do that! 😁 He really is very petty when it comes to Blossom, no matter how much time it passed 😂
i also think robb tells his kids that the lords of the reach will try to steal their mom away when they visit, so the poor dudes also have little toddlers beating at their legs for “trying to take their mom” while robb is just being smug in the corner. ROBB DSFGHJKL 😂
Tiny toddlers with Robb's northern™️glare charging at the lords of the Reach with wooden swords until someone -septas- hoist them up to take them away while Blossom apologizes profusely 😂 I feel like she'd definitely turn to Robb when they're alone and go like,
"Did you have fun then?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Your children acted like we keep them in a wolf den—"
"My children?"
"Yes."
"We made them together, my love."
"They're yours when they behave that way, it's very clear they took after you."
he was going mad, he was sure of it. grey wind was asleep peacefully in the warmth of her fireplace, which he had lit for her, but for some reason, he—he was left in the cold of her absence. well—perhaps not—absence… she, his lady wife, consumed his waking, his sleeping, his every breath. so consumed with her, in fact, that it felt as though she controlled his very body—his soul.
that must be why in the middle of his restless night he is stirred from slumber by a hitch of breath, one he’s never heard before but knows in his bones. has conjured that very sound in his mind on dark nights like this… but—she’s in another room, and it would be inappropriate to think of her in such a—the whisper of a whine, down the hall and to the left, she slumbers, surely, but it’s as if he hears her from right beside him. like he, and not grey wind is sat in front of her fireplace to keep her safe in the night. distantly, he thinks of tales of old, a gift granted to some who could see and act through the eyes of creatures—but these were only wildling tales.
a whimper from beside him and a sobbing, muffled robb into a pillowcase like she’s trying to hide her pleasure from him—that won’t do he thinks belatedly
he jolts as he finally realizes his hand has wandered to places unspoken. he tears himself away and flips onto his stomach, burying his head in the pillows desperate to drown out the whines but as he continues to hear the little noises he wishes could amplify he finds he has no choice in the matter—it is she who controls his mind, his very body—his hips as they drag against the mattress, his fingers as they curl into the pelt on his bed, he stutters as he remembers her outfit as he had fixed her fire—the light nightgown, her hair in cascading braids, his pelt around her shoulders—he lifts, knowing he needed to hear her—before, before
and as her sounds begin to falter as do his hips, until, at last, they tumble off the cliff together. heaving chests and sweat-slick skin cheeks a rosy hue—
“fuck,” twin mutterings, “how am i to last until we wed.”
HELLO, I AM FUCKING ✨DEAD✨
Darling, I—
I CANNOT PULL MY THOUGHTS TOGETHER??????
(BTW, I know I have screamed about this in your dms numerous times but you need to write a book because OH MY GOD????)
Like,
she, his lady wife, consumed his waking, his sleeping, his every breath. so consumed with her, in fact, that it felt as though she controlled his very body—his soul.
AND
the whisper of a whine, down the hall and to the left, she slumbers, surely, but it’s as if he hears her from right beside him. like he, and not grey wind is sat in front of her fireplace to keep her safe in the night. distantly, he thinks of tales of old, a gift granted to some who could see and act through the eyes of creatures—but these were only wildling tales.
I can literally see this scene like in a movie, like, down the hall to the left through his eyes, the vision jumping between Robb's bedchambers and hers????
And the warging detail!?!?!?
like she’s trying to hide her pleasure from him—that won’t do he thinks belatedly OOOH THAT WILL—
