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@killjoysanonymous gets a starter! robb + margaery

The Young Wolf, the King in the North. It all feels so stupid now. He's more like a kicked dog than a wolf. He was meant to ride south, save his father and his sisters, be the king that the North deserved. Instead he's.... well. Whatever this is. Fatherless, motherless, lost in the world and a stranger in his own home.

Spring travels North with the arrival of Margaery Tyrell. An alliance that Robb never would've thought would be made, and yet here she is. Here they are. News of what had happened in King's Landing reached them before she did.

Sanctuary was freely given. An alliance was freely given. It's the political match that Robb should've always gone for but had turned down the first time. It had been his downfall then. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

Robb hesitates before he knocks on Margaery's door, waiting for her to allow him entry. He holds a bundle of fur and wool-- Margaery is a southern girl, unaccustomed to the cold of the North. The warm cloak he'd had made for her is a peace offering as much as it is a gift.

she knew every inch of benny's apartment. her surprise visit after she had won the title had turned into a stay. first it was a few days, then a couple of weeks, and then they were creeping into months. each of them was pretending that it was nothing. the weight of what they weren't talking about was heavy in the air. it was suffocating. it made her want to go back to kentucky like nothing had happened in the first place. she found that her affection was strong enough to make her second-guess that decision.

they are in the throws of asking what they should have for dinner she finds her foot tapping on the floor. arms crossed over her chest, "it's hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser." voice lowers as she looked up at him with wide eyes, open, trying to be honest. "i've heard so many rumors that i'm just a girl that you bang on your couch" lips press into a thin line, not quite looking at him. "and i try to be the girl that holds her tongue and gives you space but honestly, i'm not." and if he had any affection for her he would know that.

❝ Your friend Bo stopped by looking for you earlier. ❞ Patrick immediately handed her a charging cable for her because he had tried calling her earlier to see if she wanted to grab something to eat with him. Bo showing up only acknowledged further that her phone was definitely dead. ❝ She's very tall . . . and intimidating. ❞

"Are you okay?" Joel asked, a hint of worry in his voice. He looked at Tess trying to gain eye contact. They had just arrived back at Boston QZ; it was night time, FEDRA guards were marching around the perimeter of the huge wall which separated civilisation from complete chaos. The pair had almost been caught red handed, but luckily they had managed to hide before the guard in question could catch them. If they were apprehended it was almost certainly meant death, or, at the very least a severe punishment. Joel had heard horror stories about what happened to smugglers who were caught. This never seemed to faze either him nor Tess. Perhaps they both had a death wish, he wasn't exactly sure.

@killjoysanonymous​ asked:  ❝ like i said…we’re alike, you and i. ❞   (cassandra to whomever)

@killjoysanonymous asked: 🌿 peeta & katniss

THE CAMERAS WERE ON, as usual. They were always on. Peeta and Katniss had somehow become the most popular star-crossed lovers in Panem. Surely the Capitol had set up the mistletoe in hopes that they’d kiss; the fans seemed to LOVE that. But this wasn’t just for show — not for Peeta, at least. He pretended it was, because he wasn’t sure if Katniss felt the same way, but he meant every word. He’d loved her from the first moment he’d seen her, and he’d NEVER STOP LOVING HER.