robb stark

robb stark winger | winterfell wolves

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@ofsolstice​

Robb Stark parked his car and walked toward Rodrik Forrester’s front door. The two had been friends since they’d met playing on a rugby team and though Robb had been seeing the other man’s sister, he saw no need to bring that up just yet, instead focusing on the fact that he was pleased to spend a bit of time with his old friend, especially now that rugby schedules had allowed. He lifted his hand to the door and knocked on it quickly, leaning back on his heels as he waited for the door to open.

Robb carried a bottle of bourbon with him, top shelf with a price tag that had nearly matched what he’d spent on his mother for Christmas this year, though the cost meant little given his current income. When the door opened, Robb’s mouth pulled into a smile and he reached forward to clap Rodrik on the back before holding the bottle out. “I don’t expect you to partake much,” he drawled. “But I picked a good vintage.” A chuckle escaped his lips. “How are you? How’s Eddara?”

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mira forrester

The day at the stadium had been in the forefront of her mind for many reasons and had anticipated their night together since then. She felt ridiculous anytime she retold what happened to her and more ridiculous for agreeing to it. There was something about Robb that intrigued her and wanted to see more of him. “Oh, he’s fine. He’s just being friendly,” Mira said defensively with a slight giggle. His dog was cute and had no arguments when he had been invited. 

Mira had no expectations for the evening, wondering if Robb was going to be as spontaneous as he had been at their first exchange. Whatever she had been thinking of, a stroll through a Christmas market had not been on her list of ideas, but was happy and content with it being more casual. “I think all of that sounds lovely. I’ve been meaning to check out the market but haven’t had the time. My students have only given me good reviews of it, but I think most of the positive news was because of Santa Claus being there.” It was hard for her eyes not to follow Robb’s movement, biting down on a smile at how naturally attractive he was without trying. “I can’t wait to have the wine. Or a good stout. Or hot chocolate. Perhaps Grey Wind can decide for me.”

A grin that could only be characterized as fond graced Robb’s face at Mira’s giggle and at her clear delight with his dog. Truth be told, he’d always worried about his dog and women; there were several who thought Grey Wind too large, too boisterous, too intimidating to realize that what the large husky really wanted was to be treated as an overgrown lap dog. He shook his head as the dog leaned forward for attention once more and this time, Robb did not have the heart to scold him. “He likes you,” he said with a shrug of one shoulder, an eye staying in front of him as he drove.

The market was a good idea, he knew, and he had his mother to thank for the idea. “Do your students still believe in Santa Claus?” he inquired, head tilted to the side playfully. “I think I stopped believing when I was about eight.” They got closer to the market and Robb’s driving grew even more careful and he laughed once more at the drinks she mentioned. “I’m sure he would, though hot chocolate might make him a bit not fun to be around.” His tone was wry. “So you’re a woman who likes beer?” he asked. “Color me impressed.” All too soon, they had arrived and Robb leashed Grey Wind before walking around to open Mira’s door for her.

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arya stark

“You say that, but she was really embarrassed while she tried to explain the situation to the fire fighter. I think it finally made her realize that it’s never going to happen. Why does she want me to be more like Sansa anyway?” She accepted the beer and took a generous swig from the bottle. “Loudly and repeatedly, and she kept yelling that I was her child so that didn’t matter. I don’t know what the hell that means, but I never know what she’s shouting about.” She narrowed her eyes at her brother. “Are you going to let me move in with you? No? Living with Sansa would be absolutely no better, and I’m at Jon and Talla’s enough as it is. I can’t afford my own place without a job, and I can’t get a job and keep up with school so here we are.” She took another long drink. “It’s been twenty years. You’d think she’d try a little harder. I didn’t even do anything wrong.”

The more Arya spoke, the more Robb wondered just how much of a catastrophe he’d missed. He shook his head. “Because in her mind, Sansa acts like the perfect lady, just as she did,” he pointed out. “You’re different. You always have been.” Robb’s shoulders shrugged and he ran his hand along his jawline. “I don’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of, though.” Eyebrows raised and as his little sister spoke about the argument and being unable to find a place to move, he knew something had to give. He was the eldest and with that came a responsibility, much as it often manifested at what Robb considered to be the absolute worst of times. He had a two-bedroom place and he wasn’t exactly bringing different women back any night. He sighed, heavily. “I’m going to regret this so much,” he groaned before looked over at Arya. “I’ll have some ground rules, but you can move in here. You’re liable to kill Mom otherwise.”

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💬 — robb & maron

Maron: can i do the eulogy? i'll make it super heartfelt whilst also being very clear that u died from using ur dick instead of ur brain

Maron: well u know what people say... u r what u eat 😏

Maron: probably until she ever sees these texts lmao

Maron: longer than i reckon you've got until you reach ur expiry date with forrester - what's your call?

Robb: you can fight with my siblings about that. you'll probably win.

Robb: not true. i'd have been changed into...many other things by now

Robb: then don't be an idiot who leaves his phone out. women love to snoop

Robb: i'll let you know after our date.

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💬 — robb & maron

Maron: rodrik forrester he plays number 4 i think

Maron: the kid's her brother. he lives with her so he can go to a good school i didnt stand a chance mate the only thing i've ever done for my brother is vomming in his bar's bathroom and blaming it on u... shes straight up perfect idk

Maron: but your point stands anyway i promise u

Robb: guess i should start planning my funeral now. i'm fucked either way

Robb: you're a dick

Robb: how long do you think you have until you fuck it up?

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@sweetforrester​ Oldtown

Robb drove his SUV through the streets of Oldtown, careful of those walking along the cobblestones toward one of the holiday events in the city. Mira sat next to him and his dog, Grey Wind, was in the back, though he tried to sneak into the front, entranced – as Robb was – by Mira. “Grey Wind,” Robb scolded. “Down.” The dog sighed, heavily, though he folded his paws under his head. The smile remained on Robb’s face as he drove and soft music played in the background.

“There’s a Christmas market in the east side of the city,” he told her with a shrug of one shoulder as he turned a corner. “I figured we could go with Grey Wind, get something to eat, walk around and look at some of the stalls, and then maybe get a drink. Nan’s makes the best mulled wine I’ve ever had.” Robb ran his hand along his jawline, careful to be polite - especially after what Maron had said about Mira’s brother.

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💬 — robb & maron

Maron: glad we're on the same page as mira's brothers

Maron: one of them plays for deepwood and he's massive so don't fuck up

Maron: oh even worse - i hooked up with a stranger at my sister's holiday party and then she showed up at my parent interviews on tuesday out of nowhere

Maron: we've already been out twice since then so uhhh yeah looks like i outdid u

Robb: fucking hell

Robb: which one?

Robb: you're going out with a woman with a child?

Robb: shit, the sex must really be great.

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mira forrester

There was no denying her attraction to Robb who was now at the forefront of her mind. The charm that emitted from him naturally was easy to get lost in and she had to focus her mind on the words coming from his mouth that kept smiling down at her. This was not what she had expected at a game and had not seen him do anything like this to any of the other fans so she told herself she was special. 

It was clear that Robb was intent on chatting her up easily and had it been anywhere else, Mira would have mirrored him. But there were more people looking on at the spectacle than just her students. “And we can’t have that. All your fans would be devastated. Think of the children.” Her mouth fell open in feigned offense to his words. There was a compliment in between the comments about his teachers and those small words were making her blush under them. “I can be fun. I just don’t do well wiht the attention of… a few people looking this way.” Her eyes fell down in consideration, her smile widening prettily at his request. She had every right to refuse his offer, but she was eagerly interested. “Perhaps I will. Pick me up at eight tomorrow, then.” Mira took a piece of paper from one of the students who cried in protest, writing with a pen used for autographs her number and address. “Don’t be late.”

His confidence would get him in trouble one day, that Robb knew for certain. But it wasn’t getting him in trouble now so he saw little reason to worry about it. The spectators were simply part of the package and Robb had long been used to them; he offered a few a wave and a cheeky wink before his attention moved back to Mira – and focused on it.

“No, we can’t,” he agreed, his lips twisted into a large grin as his eyes were lit up in mirth. He was not the type who usually chatted up women he didn’t know in front of a crowd; now, however, he recognized he didn’t care so long as he was talking to her. She was just so bloody beautiful and as she admitted she didn’t care much for the attention, he felt rather endeared. “I understand,” he murmured. Robb realized, perhaps belatedly, that he didn’t even know her name. [ He would likely get it later, he knew, if only so he wouldn’t feel like a fool. ] But she still scrawled her address and her number on a piece of paper and at her final words, he grinned once more. “I’ll be there,” he promised, ignoring the students who were watching them. “And I will be on time.” He heard calls from his teammates to get off the field, but as he moved to leave, he turned back one more time. “Don’t dress up – I hope you like dogs!” And with that, the rugby star jogged off the field and back toward the locker room.

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arya stark

“Fucking Hell!” Arya jumped as Robb appeared in the sitting room. She hadn’t heard him at all. She ran a nervous hand through her recently dyed purple hair. “Do you really think she’d buy me any more dresses after last time?” A chuckle escaped her. “A drink would definitely be appreciated.” She took another bite of her apple and sighed loudly. “That woman hates me. Every single thing I do is wrong, and she overreacts to all of it. All I did was come home late last night, admittedly it was on a motorcycle, but she hasn’t stopped shouting about it since.” Arya groaned, leaning her head back and staring at the ceiling. “I miss you and Jon and Theon being home. At least then one of you could distract her or calm her down.” She then turned her head to Robb. “It’s not like I’m going around doing anything gnarly.”

If they’d been younger, perhaps Robb would have chided her on her language. But as they were both adults, he simply shrugged off her exclamation and raised a brow before chuckling, his laugh deep. “Of course she would,” he responded. “I don’t think she cares to change her ways now.” Robb moved to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of beer, taking off the caps before handing one to his sister, listening as she detailed why their mother was angry. “You reminded her you’re not a child, yeah?” he inquired, head tilted to the side. Robb knew that the easiest solution would be to get Arya out of the family house, but he knew she’d need someplace to go. He groaned. “You need to move the hell out of that bloody house,” he remarked. “But we both know she doesn’t hate you. She just…doesn’t understand you.”

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💬 — robb & maron

Maron: it didnt have leaves so it was....... a twig

Maron: i still can't believe Mira said yes to going on a date with you but it looks like Christmas miracles really do happen

Maron: Stark: 1. Greyjoy: also 1.

Maron: you really think i'd let you outdo me? not likely

Robb: she's way too good for me. even i know that.

Robb: you embarrassed a woman in public and she still agreed to go out with you?

Robb: with your track record, that's nothing short of another one of those christmas miracles.

Robb: not hard to outdo you mate.

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💬 — robb & maron

Maron: idk what part of you assumes i'd want a bunch of highschoolers theorising about my personal life but then again this is all coming from a guy who had to pretend a fuckin twig was mistletoe to get a date

Maron: no offence but it never even occurred to me that she'd give u more than a glance

Maron: actually no scrap that, full offence 😈

Maron: what's the full story then? i need this first hand bc the student i heard this from called you 'extremely hot' so clearly she's not a credible source

Robb: it was fucking mistletoe. i grew up seeing it all the time. not my fault it didn't have leaves yet.

Robb: fuck you, greyjoy

Robb: not sure i care to be called 'extremely hot' by teenagers but she's not wrong.

Robb: what happened was i got a date. Stark: 1. Greyjoy: 0.

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💬 — robb & maron

Maron: you owe me a beer, or like, seven

Maron: my class won't shut up about what happened at the rugby game

Maron: what the fuck was that about u absolute weapon

Robb: maybe if you had some game your class would prefer to gossip about your...well i wouldn't call it a love life

Robb: you owe me for not telling me how fucking hot mira is

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arya stark

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“Robb!” Arya called through the home of her eldest brother. She leaned her new board up against the wall next to the door and dropped her backpack next to it. “Robb!” She shouted again as she plucked an apple off of the kitchen counter and took a bite. She didn’t hesitate to poke and prod through the mail that was laying on the counter too. He shouldn’t be at practice today, and there was definitely no game. Arya had never missed one of those. He should be home. There was no response yet, and all she could do was pray that he didn’t have a trollop up in his room or something. “Robb! I got in a fight with mom again! I’m going to hang out here for a while!” Arya collapsed onto his couch and whispered, “Continue to say nothing if that’s okay…”

Robb was fresh out of the shower when he heard his sister’s voice coming from the door. Damnit; why had he given her a key? He dried off quickly, shrugging on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, using the towel to dry his hair as he walked out into the sitting room. His eyebrows rose at her dramatics, but Robb had long ago gotten used to them. “What was it about today?” he asked, leaning against the wall, head still toweling off his russet curls. “Did she try to buy you a dress again?” He smirked at his own joke – which, admittedly, was not a very good one – and moved into the kitchen. “Do you want a drink? I have some beers left over from the last time Maron and I watched the game.”

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mira forrester

This was someone Mira had seen a few times during the games, but had never personally cheered for him. Her applause was always held and she supported her brothers team who was the captain. The Forresters were huge fans of sports and Mira was enthused when Rodrik made the team, knowing that he would after his practices and training. This interaction would no doubt make her brother irritated, thinking that if Robb Stark was ever mentioned it wasn’t with good intentions as he was an opposing team and yet somehow Mira was blushing pleasantly under Robb’s gaze. 

Mira’s eyes widened when he was on the other side of the fence, glancing around at the children who were much more entertained about it than she was and the fans that were screaming from all sides by his action. A smile bloomed on her lips as he towered over her, crossing her arms at his taunt. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t make her look like a fool now and the students’ sound effects were not making her reassured. “I’m sorely tempted to think you’ve never seen a real mistletoe. Is this something you do at every game with a woman in a crowd? My students don’t need to be riled up any more than they already are.” 

Perhaps if he’d known who she was, Robb might have thought twice about flirting with her so publicly. But he didn’t and right now all he saw was a beautiful woman who had a twinkle in her eye as he flirted with her in front of her students. He wasn’t exactly sure what the endgame was supposed to be right now, but he was sure that he wasn’t about to stop anytime soon.

His grin grew wide, wolflike, and he chuckled. He liked that this woman didn’t throw herself at his feet, just as he liked how she held her own with his audacious flirting. Robb paused a moment, ostensibly to think, before he replied. “Hardly,” he responded with a tease in his voice. “I’d never be able to play a match again.” He threw her another wink, gaze moving over Mira’s eyes. “You know, my teachers at school were like you. Very no-nonsense.” He smirked. “Not nearly as fetching as you are, though.” Robb ran his hand along his jawline. “If I shouldn’t rile up your students, perhaps you’ll go out with me tomorrow night instead.” It was not phrased as a question and Robb couldn’t be bothered to care.

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mira forrester

It was the cusps of the holidays which meant there were so emotions bursting inside Mira. It was her favorite time of the year and was overwhelmed when there was an invitation for her and her class to attend an exhibition match. Mira knew teams in the league, but her favorite was Rodrik’s who she was hoping to root for and see later. His involvement on the team was one of the qualifiers for her attending the match today with at least two classes with her. She was reassured with the help of another teacher, Maron Greyjoy, so the weight of attention wasn’t fully on her. 

The students all cheered when players began to approach the fence line and Mira clapped her hands together to share the excitement. She knew the player that was taking selfies and doing autographs for the children, knowing fully well that the students would be comparing and bragging when they were back in the classrooms. Her attention wavered to the man when he came closer, her eyes fluttering down when a smile brightened on her face. “That’s a twig, but it would be awful of me to deny you a tradition.” 

He was being a bit of a showman, he knew, but Robb craved the attention he often received from the crowds. He’d loved rugby since he was a kid and now that he had the opportunity to play professionally, his arrogance had grown exponentially. Lips twitched at the corners as he looked over at her when he saw the smile on her face, his own lips tugged up into a wider grin. He allowed himself a laugh at her words. He’d always been a gregarious sort and as he looked over at the young woman, he wondered what school she was from.

“A twig, eh?” he asked, his northern accent thick as he used his hands to vault over the fence, well aware that he was making a bit of a scene with his dramatics. [ Robb was used to making a scene, wore his showmanship like a second skin ]. “I’m sorely tempted to disagree.” He leaned forward, aware he was dwarfing her a bit, the flirtation falling from his lips as easily as a laugh might otherwise. “And, as you say, it would be rather awful of you to deny tradition. Your students might become incredibly disappointed.”

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@sweetforrester Oldtown

Sweaty and grinning, Robb Stark celebrated with his teammate at the end of the rugby match, his laugh echoing throughout the throng of people at one of the off-color jokes he’d just been told. Robb, who had lived in Oldtown during the offseason for several years, had agreed to participate in an exhibition match with a few other professionals from other teams around the Westeros Premier League. It was an annual event, with local schools bringing some of their students.

He looked over at the crowd of students lined up by the fence and jogged over, eager to say hello. He posed for selfies, signed a few autographs, but his eye kept moving to something – or someone – who seemed just out of reach, no matter how quickly he moved through the crowd. Finally, however, he got close enough to speak and his eyes glanced up to the hawthorn branches above her. “You’re standing under mistletoe,” he called out. “Shall I come over there to help you fulfill the tradition?” And with that, he threw the young woman a wink.