#m; robb

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“ you mock my pain! ” imagine, the red wedding doesn't happen, and Arya is found and married off to Elmar Frey... for Robb

“I am sorry Arya,’ Jon says, trying to stifle a laugh. “But he’s not that bad, mayhaps if you just get to know the boy you’ll like him better.” 

@agirlofwinterfell

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@unbcrnt liked for Robb

“I hate the Lannisters as much as you do.” Robb says. “But the North remembers. Your father killed my uncle and grandfather. Your brother kidnapped my Aunt Lyanna and ultimately resulted in her death. Tell me why you would be any different. Why should the North follow you?” 

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Tubes and Wires || Robb and Heather

@northernwarrioress

Robb slumps into a chair next to the incubator and rubs his eyes. He’s exhausted, between the nightmares and worrying about the baby here sleeping was not possible. Yet despite his worries over his daughter he was never able to bring himself to come here alone. He always brought someone with him, Sansa, Arya, Jon, anyone so he wouldn’t have to be alone here. 

Today he was meeting Heather Reed here. The two of them had been friends since they were small and thick as thieves once. Over the last several years they’d grown apart as Robb married Jeyne and they tried to have a family, life had gotten in the way. It hadn’t stopped her stepping up when he’d asked her come today so he wouldn’t have to be alone. Sansa and Arya were both busy, Jon and Ygritte were on the road again and his parents still had Bran and Rickon to look after. He’d texted Heather thinking it was a long shot, they hadn’t seen each other since right after the accident, and Robb had been so doped on medication he didn’t remember any of it. To his surprise she’d agreed, but he’d beaten her here. 

He rubs his eyes and is about to stand up and start pacing when the door to the NICU opens again. He looks over his shoulder and forces a small smile. 

“Hey,” He mutters. “Thanks for coming.” 

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@coerulus

“Lady Brienne, if I could have a moment of your time?”

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"Stop laughing and help me put on my shoes." xladywinterx

“Sorry.” Jon and Robb chime, trying to suppress their laughter by biting their lips. Each of them takes a shoe and moves to help Catelyn get it on. At eleven years old there’s little more humorous to them then their very pregnant mother trying to put on shoes. They’re going to be late to get Sansa from ballet if they don’t hurry though. 

“Will the baby be here soon?” Robb asks, looking up at his mother as he ties the shoe on her left foot. 

@xladywinterx

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@pykraken

“Robb, hush! You’ll scare it off.” Whether Robb saw it or not, Theon intended to kill the stag. It was barely visible amidst the brush and canopies of the wolfswood, but he could tell its antlers from the surrounding branches. Carefully, silently, he took up his longbow and readied a shot. “Only a great hunter could spot one from this far off,” he whispered with a smirk. But his boasting distracted him from his mark, and he lost his grip on the arrow, launching it awry. It landed with a twang in a nearby tree, sending the deer galloping and frightening a flock of birds from their roost. Theon stared in disbelief for a moment before cursing under his breath.

“Oh but only a great hunter would also miss.” Robb teases, elbowing Theon jovially as the flock goes flying over them. “Come on lets find something you can actually hit, maybe a nice old deer - oh or we can go do target practice with Bran.” He grins, starting off through the forest on careful, soft steps. 

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@worshipsonlydeath liked for single dad Robb!

“Dear god please tell me Catelyn is in bed?” Robb asks, coming through the door of his apartment and surveying the mess that had inevitably been caused by his four year old. “Did she do all this? In three hours?” 

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@xladywinterx liked for Dad Robb!

“It seems like just yesterday she was this tiny thing in the NICU, now she’s nearly five. It doesn’t seem real.” He looks over to where little Catelyn plays with Jon and Ygritte’s children, looking just like one of them, not like the tiny premature thing she had been.